The Rise of the Lion

by IAmMattis

Watch Zlatan Ibrahimovic's journey from being a young soccer player to wrestling icon overseas with WWF later known as WWE. I don't own rights to wwe or Zlatan as he is a real life person. it's a AU story. I can't add Zlatan in the pairing so I'm going to listen him as original character. it's a gradual build up of romance between Zlatan and Trish.

3. Making a impact

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.

The atmosphere inside the Ottawa arena was charged with anticipation as the inaugural WWF draft was on the verge of commencing. Backstage, wrestlers congregated, engaging in discussions about the impending changes. Among the wrestlers, skepticism abounded concerning Zlatan's upcoming debut. Many questioned how a young man from Sweden, barely 20 years old, could possibly thrive in the demanding world of professional wrestling.

"Did you catch a glimpse of that Zlatan guy? He's just a kid. What does he know about this business?" one wrestler remarked.

"Yeah, seriously. This isn't soccer. This is the big leagues," Another wrestler chimed in.

However, not everyone shared this negative sentiment. The Rock, a third-generation wrestler who understood the pressure of being an outsider, leaned against a wall, observing the discussions with a knowing expression.

"Give the kid a chance. We've all been newcomers at some point," The Rock defended the young talent.

Mick Foley, a retired but ever-present figure in the wrestling world, approached the group. Having experienced his share of doubts as an outsider, he empathized with Zlatan's situation.

"Rock's right. Remember, I came in as a nobody, and look where I ended up."

As the draft unfolded, Zlatan began to forge connections with those who had similar backgrounds or had faced similar challenges. RVD, with his martial arts expertise, quickly found common ground with the young newcomer. Brock Lesnar, a fellow collegiate athlete from the University of Minnesota, recognized the potential in Zlatan's transition to professional wrestling. Then there was Trish Stratus, who shared a kinship with Zlatan as an outsider. She first noticed him while he was talking to RVD in his tracksuit backstage, and her initial impression was of a tall guy with a unique accent who looked like he had just come from the gym.

"We're in this together, navigating a whole new world," Zlatan said to Trish during their conversation, acknowledging their shared experience as newcomers in the wrestling industry.

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Ric Flair, co-owner of WWF and Raw, stood proudly at the podium situated at the entrance ramp as the moment arrived for his sixth pick in the draft.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my next selection is someone who has made waves around the world, both on the soccer field and now, in the squared circle. A man who's ready to conquer a new arena. With my sixth pick, I proudly choose... Zlatan Ibrahimović!"

The crowd reacted with a mixture of cheers and surprised murmurs. While some remained skeptical, others were genuinely intrigued by this unconventional choice.

"Well, well, well! Ric Flair goes with some young kid over established veterans like Kurt Angle? This is preposterous!" Jerry Lawler voiced his typical complaints at ringside commentary alongside Jim Ross.

"You might not fully grasp it, King, but Zlatan's undeniable potential has certainly captured the attention of the Nature Boy," Jim Ross defended Ric Flair's bold pick.

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Jim Ross began to provide some background information about Zlatan Ibrahimović for the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you a bit about the man who's making quite an impact here in WWF. Zlatan Ibrahimović stands at an impressive 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighs in at 255 pounds, making him a formidable presence in the squared circle."

He continued, "Zlatan's journey to professional wrestling is quite unique. He was trained by none other than Olympic bronze medalist Frank Andersson, a fellow Swede who excelled in the world of wrestling. Zlatan also brings a martial arts background from his teenage years, which has added a unique dimension to his wrestling style."

Jim Ross then highlighted a significant milestone in Zlatan's career, saying, "Notably, Zlatan Ibrahimović made history as the first Swedish wrestler to sign with the World Wrestling Federation. His debut came in Montreal shortly after WrestleMania 18."

He recounted a memorable moment from Zlatan's early days, saying, "In a rematch for the Intercontinental Championship against RVD, Zlatan prevented William Regal from using the brass knuckles with a swift and well-timed kick to the side of the head. It was a display of agility and awareness that left a lasting impression."

With this information, Jim Ross painted a picture of Zlatan Ibrahimović as a unique and promising talent in the world of professional wrestling, highlighting his size, training, and notable debut moment.

Backstage, Kurt Angle stormed into Mr. McMahon's office, visibly displeased with the recent draft pick.

"What on earth is going on, Vince? Some young kid with a Bosnian accent from Sweden gets drafted ahead of me? I won an Olympic gold medal with a broken freaking neck!" Kurt Angle exclaimed, his frustration evident.

Mr. McMahon, always the pragmatist and experienced in handling such situations, attempted to assuage Kurt's anger while addressing his wounded pride. He had faced more intense rants in the past.

"Kurt, let's try to keep our cool here. This isn't a knock on your achievements. Zlatan has something unique, and Ric Flair believes in his potential."

Despite Mr. McMahon's efforts, Kurt Angle remained seething with anger and was not easily pacified. He launched into a passionate rant about what he perceived as a grave injustice—being overshadowed by a "punk kid" from Sweden.

"This is absolutely ludicrous, Vince! I'm the top wrestler here! I've accomplished more in this business than anyone else, and they choose him? It's an affront to everything I've achieved. This Zlatan guy doesn't even belong in the same ring as me, let alone being drafted ahead of me! I demand some respect around here!"

As Kurt continued to express his frustrations, Mr. McMahon listened attentively, recognizing the depth of his anger and his unwavering determination to reestablish his dominance in the world of professional wrestling.

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Amidst the tension and excitement, Torrie Wilson approached Zlatan for a casual conversation backstage. "Hey, Zlatan. Mind if I pick your brain for a bit?"

Zlatan smiled, always up for a chat. "Not at all. What's on your mind?"

"I've been watching you, and I'm intrigued by your transition from soccer to wrestling. Can you explain the allure of this world?" Torrie asked him.

Zlatan leaned against a wall, thoughtful. "Soccer was my passion, but wrestling offers a different kind of intensity. It's like being on a field, but instead of a ball, your body is your instrument. The crowd, the energy—they're all part of the performance. It's a rush, a challenge."

Torrie nodded, absorbing his words. "Thanks for sharing that, Zlatan."

As the night unfolded with more draft picks and surprises, Zlatan Ibrahimović found himself surrounded by a mix of skepticism and support. But he was used to challenges. Just like on the soccer pitch, he was ready to prove himself and rise to the occasion in the world of professional wrestling.

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Backstage in the bustling arena, Jacqueline found herself intrigued by the newcomer in the locker room. Zlatan's distinctive accent and unique backstory had piqued her interest, leading her to strike up a conversation during a momentary lull in the action. "Hey there, Zlatan. You're certainly making waves around here."

Zlatan looked up, offering a friendly smile. "Well, I suppose I do tend to stand out, don't I?"

Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchanged light-hearted banter. Despite the disparities in their backgrounds, a mutual respect was evident in their interaction.

"So, from soccer to wrestling. That's quite a transition. What made you decide to dive into this wild world?" Jacqueline inquired, genuinely curious about the young wrestler.

"It's the challenge, the thrill of it all. Soccer instilled discipline in me, and now I'm channeling that into a new arena. Plus, there's something electrifying about the energy of the crowd," Zlatan admitted.

Jacqueline nodded in understanding, appreciating his perspective. "You've got a unique accent. Where's it from?"

Zlatan chuckled, half-expecting the question. "Ah, that's my Skåne Dialect. I hail from Malmö, Sweden. It's a bit different from standard Swedish, but it's a part of who I am."

Their conversation was interrupted when William Regal approached with a displeased expression. "Well, well, if it isn't the footballer turned wrestler. You cost me a title match, you did."

Zlatan raised an eyebrow, unapologetic. "I suppose that's one way to make an entrance."

Regal's tone grew stern. "Listen here, lad. Wrestling is no child's play. Stick to your football tricks and leave the wrestling to the professionals."

Zlatan leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. "Funny, coming from the man who couldn't handle a well-placed kick to the face."

The tension in the air became palpable as their verbal exchange drew the attention of those nearby, including the ringside commentators.

"Oh my, it seems Regal isn't too pleased with Zlatan's interference!" Jerry exclaimed.

"Zlatan isn't one to back down, that's for sure," JR commented.

Regal's face flushed with anger. "You watch yourself, young man. You don't know the first thing about this business."

Zlatan laughed, undaunted. "And you don't know the first thing about staying on your feet."

As Regal seethed with anger, Zlatan leaned back with a casual grin. "By the way, how's life in Vince McMahon's special club treating you?"

The remark struck a nerve, and Regal clenched his fists, visibly infuriated, before he departed, unwilling to provide the young man with any further satisfaction.

As the confrontation played out, the rest of the locker room listened intently, feeling the tension in the air. Zlatan's introduction to the world of professional wrestling may have been unconventional, but he was making it clear that he wouldn't be pushed around easily, regardless of his football background or his distinctive accent. And as the drama unfolded, the intrigue surrounding the young Swedish newcomer only deepened.

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In the midst of the charged atmosphere in the arena, Zlatan Ibrahimović found himself in the presence of none other than Triple H, the newly crowned Undisputed Champion. The tension was palpable as Triple H readied himself for a crucial title rematch against Chris Jericho, with the added twist of The Game's estranged wife, Stephanie McMahon, in Jericho's corner.

Zlatan observed Triple H's meticulous pre-match preparations, his gaze unwavering and locked onto the task at hand. It was evident that the champion was treating this match with the utmost seriousness, fully aware of the significant consequences it held for his future.

The stipulation of the match cast a long shadow: if Chris Jericho were to lose, Stephanie McMahon would be compelled to depart from the WWF. This personal vendetta had been brewing since No way out, and it had been a tumultuous journey leading up to the pivotal moment at SkyDome where Triple H became the undisputed champion.

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As the rematch between Triple H and Jericho unfolded, the tension in the arena escalated to a feverish pitch. Both competitors exchanged brutal blows, each attempting to outmaneuver the other in this high-stakes contest. With Stephanie McMahon in Jericho's corner, the emotional stakes were at an all-time high.

However, just when it seemed that Jericho might gain the upper hand, with Stephanie poised to hand him a steel chair while the referee lay incapacitated, the arena was suddenly filled with a cacophony of cheers and jeers. Zlatan Ibrahimović had emerged from the crowd, his focus squarely on Stephanie and the steel chair.

"Wait a minute, what's this punk kid doing out here?" King exclaimed, baffled by the unexpected interruption.

Equally puzzled, JR commented, "I'm not sure, King, but it appears he's trying to prevent Stephanie from interfering!"

Zlatan acted swiftly, moving to Stephanie's side and wresting the steel chair from her grasp. Stephanie's face contorted into a mask of rage as she attempted to slap him, but Zlatan intercepted her hand in mid-air. His eyes bore a silent warning as he shook his head from side to side, making it clear that he wouldn't tolerate any interference in the match.

With the distraction caused by Zlatan's intervention, Triple H saw his chance and capitalized on it. He executed the Pedigree on Jericho, who was preoccupied with the events unfolding on the outside. As the referee regained his senses, he counted to three, sealing Triple H's victory and his retention of the Undisputed Championship.

"Here is your winner and still the Undisputed World Wrestling Federation Champion, Triple H!" announced Lilian Garcia at ringside.

"Triple H did it! He successfully defended his Undisputed title, all thanks to the timely intervention of Ibrahimović! And with this victory, Stephanie McMahon is gone!" JR exclaimed, conveying the significance of the match's outcome.

As the dust settled in the ring and the reality of her departure began to sink in, Stephanie McMahon's frustration reached a boiling point. She directed her ire toward Zlatan Ibrahimović, who had inadvertently cost her side the match. Stephanie approached Zlatan, her face flushed with anger, and began to rant at him with a venomous tone. "You, you little punk! Who do you think you are, getting involved in my business?" Stephanie seethed, her voice trembling with rage. "I had everything under control, and you ruined it! You have no idea what you've done!"

Zlatan simply shrugged, unfazed by Stephanie's outburst. His actions had spoken for themselves, and he had made it clear that he wouldn't allow any interference in the match. Stephanie, however, was left seething with frustration as her plans crumbled before her eyes.

Jerry "The King" Lawler couldn't contain his frustration and began to voice his complaints at ringside, venting his displeasure about the perceived injustice. "I can't believe this, JR! This Ibrahimović guy has no business interfering in a championship match! Stephanie had a right to do what she was doing," Jerry Lawler grumbled, his support for Stephanie unwavering.

Jim Ross, on the other hand, offered a more balanced perspective. "King, you can't deny that Stephanie's interference was against the rules. Zlatan just enforced the integrity of the match. But you're right; this is a complex situation."

As Triple H celebrated his hard-fought victory in the ring, Stephanie McMahon attempted to evade the security personnel who had arrived to escort her from the arena. However, her escape was short-lived, as Zlatan Ibrahimović swiftly moved to intercept her. With a firm but controlled grip, he apprehended Stephanie and then handed her over to the waiting security team.

Stephanie struggled briefly, her frustration evident, but she was no match for the determined security personnel and the young newcomer's resolve. With Stephanie now in their custody, the security team proceeded to escort her away from the arena, effectively bringing an end to this chapter of the dramatic evening.

As Stephanie McMahon was being escorted up the ramp by the security team, her fury knew no bounds. She unleashed a torrent of curses and insults directed at Zlatan Ibrahimović, her voice reverberating throughout the arena for all to hear.

"You have no idea who you're messing with, you insignificant punk!" Stephanie shouted, her face contorted with anger. "I'll make sure you regret this for the rest of your life! You just signed your own damn death warrant!"

As Zlatan raised his hands in a triumphant farewell, waving goodbye to Stephanie with a sly grin on his face, the crowd joined in with their chants of "na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye." Triple H, reveling in his victory, encouraged the chants, further fueling the humiliation for Stephanie.

Stephanie, however, refused to go quietly. She continued to rave and shout towards Ibrahimović, her fury unabated. Her words were filled with venom as she struggled against the security team's grip.

"You think you're clever, don't you? You'll regret this, you ungrateful brat!" Stephanie spat out her words with seething anger.

Jerry "The King" Lawler couldn't resist adding his own commentary to the situation, with a touch of dark humor. "Well, JR, I guess there are a lot of guys out there who'd love to have the chance to say goodbye like that to their ex-wives."

The arena reverberated with a mix of emotions, from cheers for Zlatan's intervention to the taunting chants and Stephanie's furious outbursts, creating an unforgettable scene in the world of professional wrestling.

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Rochester, New York.

In Rochester's SmackDown arena three days after the draft, the atmosphere was tense as Chris Jericho stood in the center of the ring, a microphone in hand. His face twisted with frustration, he vented his grievances about Triple H, his former manager, and the events that had unfolded on Raw, which had led to Stephanie McMahon's exile. "You know what, Rochester? I've had it up to here with Triple H and his antics! He robbed me of my rightful rematch, and that new kid, that Zlatan guy, cost me everything! And don't even get me started on Stephanie!"

The crowd booed, fully absorbed in Jericho's rant. As he continued, he suddenly adopted a mocking accent, imitating Zlatan's Swedish nationality.

"Oh look at me, I'm Zlatan! I come from Sweden, and I think I can just interfere in matches and change people's lives!"

The smackdown commentators Michael Cole and Tazz at ringside supplies the commentary by announce table. "Jericho's really letting out his frustration tonight." Cole said.

"Hey, he's got a right to be upset, Cole." Tazz defended.

Jericho, his frustration and anger unabated, continued his impassioned speech in front of the raucous Rochester crowd.

"You see, it's not just about me," he declared, his voice dripping with disdain. "It's about the integrity of this business! It's about respect! And that Zlatan, he doesn't know the first thing about respect!"

The crowd's mixed reaction of boos and cheers reflected the divisive nature of Jericho's words. Some supported his quest for justice, while others were less sympathetic to his cause.

Michael Cole and Tazz at the announce table continued to provide their commentary on the unfolding drama.

"This is more than just a personal vendetta, Tazz. Jericho believes he's defending the honor of the WWE," Cole remarked.

"Whether you agree with him or not, Cole, you can't deny the passion in Jericho's words," Tazz added, acknowledging the intensity of the moment.

Jericho, never one to miss an opportunity to taunt his adversaries, couldn't resist taking a jab at Zlatan's soccer background.

"Let's not forget, folks, this Zlatan guy was a soccer player! He kicked balls for a living! And now he thinks he can step into our world, the world of professional wrestling, and make a difference? Give me a break!"

The crowd's reaction was mixed, with some fans chuckling at Jericho's sarcastic remarks, while others defended Zlatan's transition to wrestling.

Michael Cole and Tazz provided their commentary on Jericho's comments.

"Jericho's not holding back tonight," Cole noted.

"That's Jericho for you, Cole. He'll take any opportunity to get under his opponent's skin," Tazz observed, recognizing Jericho's penchant for mind games.

Jericho continued his tirade, his frustration pouring out like a torrential storm. He paced the ring, the microphone in his hand amplifying his voice as he addressed the crowd.

"You see, Rochester, I've been in this business for years. I've paid my dues, I've sacrificed my body, and I've earned every accolade. And then along comes this Zlatan guy, some soccer player turned wrestler, thinking he can just waltz in here and disrupt everything!"

The audience's jeers grew louder in response to Jericho's heated words. His resentment towards Zlatan and the perceived injustice of his recent experiences were palpable.

"I don't care if he's from Sweden, Switzerland, or Swaziland! This is my ring, my show, and I won't stand for it!" Jericho declared defiantly.

As the crowd continued to express their disapproval, Jericho's voice remained unwavering, determined to make his point and stake his claim in the ever-evolving landscape of WWE SmackDown.

Just as Jericho's anger reached a peak, the titantron flickered to life, revealing Zlatan Ibrahimović's face. The audience's attention immediately shifted, and Jericho's mocking expression faded to one of annoyance. "Oh, Jericho, Jericho, Jericho. You're quite the comedian, aren't you? But I've heard better jokes from my little brother."

The crowd chuckled at Zlatan's jab, while Jericho's scowl deepened.

"You call yourself the 'King of the World'? More like the 'King of Second Chances.' First, you lose at WrestleMania, then you blame everyone but yourself. And let's not forget your 'Y2J' and 'Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah' nonsense. Oh, and Fozzy? More like Fizzy, because your career's gone flat!" Zlatan quipped with his trademark grin.

The audience burst into laughter, while Jericho seethed.

The grin faded from Zlatan's face as his voice turned serious. "You're a has-been, Jericho, living off your past glory. But guess what? I'm here to make my own mark, and I've got someone who wants to welcome you to SmackDown."

With that, Zlatan signaled, and Edge's music blared through the arena, igniting the crowd's excitement. Edge, the newly minted SmackDown superstar, charged down the ramp, his eyes locked onto Jericho.

Edge slid into the ring, and without wasting a moment, he tackled Jericho to the mat. The two engaged in a fierce brawl, exchanging punches and grapples as the crowd erupted with cheers.

Amidst the chaos, Zlatan's plan had worked perfectly. The confrontation had shifted from verbal jabs to a physical altercation, and the intensity was palpable. The collision of these two worlds—Zlatan's and Jericho's—was just the beginning, promising more drama, rivalries, and unexpected alliances in the world of professional wrestling.