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.

66. The Lion Vs The Wolverine

he energy inside the Bell Centre was at a fever pitch as No Way Out was officially underway. The crowd was buzzing with anticipation, the echoes of cheers and chants reverberating through the arena. The show had just kicked off, and the fans were ready for a night of unforgettable action.

Backstage, the camera followed Zlatan Ibrahimovic as he made his way through the hallways of the Bell Centre, carrying a large duffle bag over his shoulder. His expression was focused, determined. The WWE Championship was on the line tonight, and he knew that every step he took brought him closer to the moment of truth.

As the camera cut to the commentary desk, Michael Cole was quick to highlight Zlatan's arrival.

"There he is, folks," Cole announced, his voice brimming with excitement. "The WWE Champion, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, has just arrived at the Bell Centre. The journey of the Lion of Rosengård has come full circle. It was right here, in this very building, where Zlatan made his WWE debut 11 months ago. And now, he returns as the WWE Champion, set to defend his title in the main event tonight against Chris Benoit."

Cole's co-commentator, Tazz, chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, Cole, what a ride it's been for this guy. I mean, talk about a rookie year—Zlatan's done it all. Intercontinental Champion, WWE Tag Team Champion, and now the WWE Champion. That's one hell of a resume for someone who's only been here for less than a year."

The camera continued to follow Zlatan as he navigated the backstage corridors. Crew members and fellow wrestlers gave him nods of respect as he passed, a testament to the impact he had made in such a short time. His presence commanded attention; the aura of a champion surrounded him.

"Zlatan's been on an absolute tear since he stepped into the WWE," Cole continued, recapping his accomplishments. "From the moment he debuted here in Montreal, it was clear he was something special. And tonight, he faces one of the toughest challenges of his career in Chris Benoit, who's looking to fulfill a lifelong dream of becoming WWE Champion, right here in front of his fellow Canadians."

Tazz added with his trademark enthusiasm, "But let's not forget, Cole—Zlatan's got ice in his veins. He's faced down every challenge thrown his way and come out on top. But Benoit's a different animal. This guy's got the technical skills, the toughness, and the hometown crowd behind him. It's gonna be a war in that ring tonight."

The camera then cut back to Zlatan, who had reached his locker room. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, placing his duffle bag on the bench. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the roar of the crowd outside. Zlatan took a deep breath, the calm before the storm. This was his moment, a chance to prove why he was the champion, why he was the Lion of Rosengård.

The commentary continued as the camera pulled away from the locker room door, leaving Zlatan to his preparations.

"Tonight's main event is going to be something special," Cole said, his voice full of anticipation. "It's not just about the WWE Championship; it's about pride, determination, and the culmination of an incredible journey for both of these competitors."

Tazz nodded. "Couldn't have said it better myself, Cole. Zlatan and Benoit are gonna leave it all in the ring tonight, and we're all in for one hell of a match. The Bell Centre is rocking, and it's only going to get louder as we get closer to that main event."

As the show continued, the excitement in the arena grew, each match building the anticipation for the night's climactic showdown. The fans knew they were in for something special, and the tension in the air was almost palpable.

Back in his locker room, Zlatan began his final preparations. The journey that had started in this very arena 11 months ago had led him to this moment. Tonight, he would step into the ring as the WWE Champion, ready to defend his title against one of the best in the business. And as he laced up his boots, his mind was clear, his focus unwavering.

The Lion of Rosengård was ready to roar.

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The crowd inside the Bell Centre roared as the match between Lance Storm and William Regal against Kane and Rob Van Dam came to an end. Storm and Regal had successfully retained their World Tag Team Titles, much to the frustration of their challengers. As the victorious champions made their way backstage, the anticipation for the night's main event continued to build.

Backstage, in the quieter recesses of the arena, Chris Benoit was deep in thought as he prepared for the biggest match of his life. The Rabid Wolverine was in his locker room, moving through his pre-match warm-up routine. The air was thick with tension, each breath measured, each movement precise. This was a moment he had dreamed of for years, and now it was finally within his grasp.

As Benoit continued his stretches, his mind wandered back over the 16-year journey that had brought him to this point. It had been a long, hard road—a career defined by grit, determination, and an unrelenting drive to be the best. He had traveled the world, competing in Japan, Mexico, and Europe before finally making his mark in WWE. Along the way, he had faced countless challenges, overcome numerous obstacles, and earned the respect of fans and peers alike.

But the WWE Championship had always eluded him. Tonight, that could all change.

Michael Cole's voice broke through the hum of the arena as the broadcast cut to Benoit's preparations. "Ladies and gentlemen, there you see him—the Rabid Wolverine, Chris Benoit, getting ready for the opportunity of a lifetime. Benoit has been on an incredible journey, and tonight, it all comes down to this. Can he finally capture the WWE Championship in front of his fellow compatriots?"

Tazz, ever the analyst, nodded in agreement. "This is huge for Benoit, Cole. You talk about a guy who's paid his dues—Benoit's been grinding in this business for 16 years. He's one of the best technical wrestlers in the world, and he's got a shot tonight to make his dream a reality. But it ain't gonna be easy. Zlatan Ibrahimovic is no slouch. This guy's been tearing through the competition since he arrived in WWE."

As Benoit continued his routine, the camera captured the intensity in his eyes, the quiet focus that had become his trademark. Every muscle in his body was coiled, ready to explode into action. This wasn't just another match; it was the culmination of everything he had worked for. The sacrifices, the pain, the years of being told he wasn't big enough, wasn't flashy enough—tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, it was about proving that he was the best in the world.

He thought back to his early days, wrestling in small venues, where the lights weren't as bright, and the paychecks weren't as big. He had fought his way through the ranks, earning every inch of respect the hard way. And now, here he was, on the brink of greatness, in his home country, with the WWE Championship within reach.

"Benoit's got everything to gain tonight," Tazz continued. "This is his chance to finally grab that brass ring, to fulfill a lifelong dream. And you know he's gonna give it everything he's got. The question is—will it be enough to dethrone Zlatan?"

The camera cut away from Benoit's locker room and returned to the arena, where the atmosphere was electric. The fans were on the edge of their seats, knowing that history could be made tonight. The Rabid Wolverine was about to enter the ring, not just as a challenger, but as a man on a mission—a mission to prove that he belonged at the top of the mountain.

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The promo begins with footage from the 2003 Royal Rumble in Boston. Zlatan Ibrahimovic is seen delivering his devastating signature move, the Lion's Roar—a thunderous superkick—right to Kurt Angle's jaw. Angle crumples to the mat as Zlatan quickly covers him for the pin. The referee counts, "One! Two! Three!" and the crowd erupts in cheers.]

Archive Audio of Michael Cole (voice-over):"History is made tonight! Zlatan Ibrahimovic has done it! He is the first Swedish WWE Champion in history, and all doubters and cynics be damned!"

Cut to Chris Benoit, looking fierce and determined, as he battles The Undertaker in the closing moments of a SmackDown battle royal. Benoit fights valiantly, using every ounce of strength to eliminate The Undertaker, sending him over the top rope. The crowd explodes as the bell rings, signaling Benoit's victory.

Archive Audio of Michael Cole (voice-over):"Benoit wins! Benoit wins! Benoit is going to No Way Out!"

The screen transitions to a dramatic wide shot of the Bell Centre in Montreal, its imposing exterior lit up against the night sky, symbolizing the high stakes and the significance of the upcoming battle. The anticipation is palpable.

Narrator (voice-over):"Two men with unmatched journeys. Two warriors with everything on the line."

Cut to fast-paced clips of Zlatan and Benoit in action—Zlatan delivering powerful kicks, suplexes, and his Lion's Roar, contrasted with Benoit executing his brutal suplexes, the Crippler Crossface, and his relentless aggression in the ring.

Narrator (voice-over):"For Zlatan Ibrahimovic, it's been a meteoric rise—a journey from Malmö, Sweden, to the pinnacle of WWE. But this Sunday, the road leads to Montreal, where a new chapter will be written."

Cut to Benoit in a studio shoot, staring directly into the camera with intense determination.

Narrator (voice-over):"For Chris Benoit, this is a homecoming—an opportunity to claim the one prize that has eluded him, in front of his countrymen. A chance to solidify his legacy."

Clips of Benoit and Zlatan training, pushing their limits, preparing for the battle of their lives.

Narrator (voice-over):"Two men, each with their own destiny. But only one can walk out as the WWE Champion."

Cut to footage from SmackDown, where Zlatan and Benoit stand face to face in the center of the ring, the tension between them palpable. The crowd roars as they engage in an intense stare-down, each man unflinching, each man ready to give everything.

Narrator (voice-over):"Tonight, the Lion of Rosengård meets the Rabid Wolverine. In the heart of Montreal, only one will reign supreme."

The promo ends with a dramatic close-up of Zlatan and Benoit staring each other down in the ring on SmackDown, the crowd's noise fading as the tension builds.

The crowd inside the Bell Centre was on their feet, a sea of anticipation and excitement. The energy was palpable, the kind that only a main event could generate. As the final moments ticked down before the WWE Championship match, the arena lights dimmed, signaling that the moment had arrived.

Suddenly, the opening beats of "The Lion" by RZA and GZA boomed through the speakers, a powerful anthem that immediately commanded attention. The fans erupted as the WWE Champion, Zlatan Ibrahimović, appeared on the entrance stage. Dressed in his ring gear, Zlatan also sported a Montreal Canadiens jersey over his broad shoulders, the iconic red, white, and blue a nod to the hometown crowd. Around his waist, the WWE Championship gleamed under the spotlight, a symbol of his dominance and success.

Zlatan paused at the top of the ramp, soaking in the thunderous reaction from the Montreal faithful. A confident smirk played on his lips as he surveyed the crowd, his eyes catching glimpses of signs that read "Lion of Rosengård," "King of the Jungle," and "Ibra = GOAT." Swedish flags waved proudly in the stands, a testament to his global reach and the love from his homeland.

As Zlatan began his walk down the ramp, the arena seemed to shake with the cheers of the fans. Tony Chimel's voice rang out, echoing through the arena with the gravity of the moment. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WWE Championship! Approaching the ring, from Malmö, Sweden, weighing in at 255 pounds, he is the WWE Champion…Zlatan Ibrahimović!"

With every step, Zlatan radiated confidence, the swagger of a man who had already conquered multiple worlds and wasn't done yet. He reached the steel steps, ascended them with a measured pace, and then climbed up to the second rope of a corner. Raising his fist, which clutched the WWE title, he threw it high into the air, the belt glinting under the arena lights. The crowd responded with a renewed wave of cheers, the image of the champion dominating their view.

Michael Cole, ever the narrator of the night's action, took the moment to remind everyone of Zlatan's storied journey. "It was March 18, 2002, right here in the Bell Centre, where Zlatan Ibrahimović made his WWE debut. He interfered in a match, helping Rob Van Dam retain the Intercontinental Title against William Regal. Since then, he's gone on to become a former Intercontinental Champion, a WWE Tag Team Champion, and now, the WWE Champion. It's been an incredible journey, and it all started right here, in this very building."

As Zlatan stepped down from the ropes and entered the ring, he made his way to a corner, where he once again climbed to the second rope. This time, he held the WWE title high above his head, his fist raised in triumph. The crowd roared in approval, fully aware that they were witnessing a man who had become a global icon, a champion who had taken on all challengers and emerged victorious.

Tazz added his insight, his voice filled with respect for the champion. "There's no doubt, Cole, that Ibra is a big-time player. He's proven it time and time again. But he knows tonight's gonna be one of the toughest fights he's ever had. Chris Benoit is no joke, and here in Canada, in front of his home crowd, Benoit's gonna bring everything he's got. But if there's one thing we know about Zlatan, it's that he's never backed down from a fight."

With the title still in his grasp, Zlatan hopped down from the ropes and handed the championship to the referee, his eyes locked on the prize. The atmosphere in the arena reached a fever pitch as the fans realized that the moment they had been waiting for was finally upon them. Two of the most intense competitors in WWE were about to clash for the ultimate prize.

The tension in the air was thick as Zlatan took his place in the ring, his gaze shifting towards the entrance where his challenger would soon appear. The champion was ready, the crowd was ready, and the world was about to witness a battle for the ages.

The Bell Centre's energy reached an even higher peak as the unmistakable opening chords of Chris Benoit's theme song, "Whatever," blasted through the arena. The Montreal crowd erupted in a deafening roar, the kind of home-country support that only a fellow Canadian could command. The cheers were nearly overwhelming as the Rabid Wolverine, Chris Benoit, stepped through the curtain, his intensity radiating through the screen.

Benoit stood at the entrance, wearing his iconic "Toothless Aggression" shirt over his ring gear, the phrase that had come to symbolize his unrelenting, no-nonsense approach to wrestling. His face, etched with determination, softened for just a moment as he took in the incredible reception from his compatriots. This was his crowd, his people, and they were ready to support him in what could be the defining moment of his career.

As Benoit began his walk down the ramp, the fans reached out, trying to touch the man who had become a symbol of perseverance and grit. Tony Chimel's voice boomed over the noise, making the moment official. "And the challenger, from Edmonton, Alberta, weighing in at 229 pounds… Chris Benoit!"

The crowd responded with another wave of cheers, the support for Benoit palpable. Every step he took was filled with purpose, his eyes locked on the ring, where the WWE Champion awaited. This was the culmination of 16 years of sacrifice, of battles fought across the globe. Benoit was moments away from the biggest match of his life, and the fans knew it.

Michael Cole's voice came through the broadcast, adding to the gravity of the moment. "This is it, folks. The final pit stop on the road to WrestleMania. Chris Benoit is determined to realize a life's dream tonight. He's come so close before, but tonight, in front of his countrymen, Benoit has the chance to make history."

Benoit continued his methodical walk, the intensity never leaving his face. Every step brought him closer to his goal, to the chance to become WWE Champion. The fans chanted his name, urging him on, believing that this could be the night where all his hard work finally paid off.

As he reached the ring, Benoit slid under the bottom rope with the agility and precision of a man who had spent his entire life between those ropes. He popped up to his feet, immediately scanning the arena, taking in the support from the Montreal faithful one last time before the battle began. This was his moment, and he wasn't going to let it slip away.

Standing across from him, Zlatan Ibrahimović watched as Benoit prepared himself, both men fully aware of the magnitude of the match. The WWE Championship hung in the balance, and both men were prepared to give everything they had to leave Montreal as the champion.

With the crowd still buzzing, Benoit removed his "Toothless Aggression" shirt, tossing it to the side as he took his place in the corner, his body and mind ready for the fight of his life. The tension was at its peak, the Bell Centre a cauldron of anticipation as the two warriors prepared to do battle.

The stage was set. The champion, the challenger, and the WWE Championship were all in place. It was time.

The atmosphere inside the Bell Centre was thick with anticipation as referee Charles Robinson stood in the center of the ring, holding the WWE Championship high above his head. The title glistened under the bright lights, a symbol of everything on the line in this monumental match. The Montreal crowd roared, their energy feeding into the intensity of the moment.

Charles Robinson then carefully handed the title over to Tony Chimel at ringside, who secured it, knowing it would soon belong to either Zlatan Ibrahimović or Chris Benoit. With a quick check to both competitors, Robinson called for the bell.

Ding, ding, ding!

The sound of the bell was met with a thunderous response from the crowd, who immediately began chanting the names of the two competitors. "Benoit! Ibra! Benoit! Ibra!" The chants echoed through the Bell Centre, a mix of respect and anticipation for the clash about to unfold.

Michael Cole was quick to point out the significance of the moment. "Listen to this crowd! Benoit and Ibrahimović, both these men are beloved by these fans. And you can feel it in the air—this is something special."

Tazz chimed in, his tone laced with the excitement of the occasion. "These guys have faced off before, Cole, so they're no strangers to each other. They know each other's strengths, weaknesses. This is gonna be one hell of a match."

As the chants continued to resonate through the arena, Michael Cole provided some historical context. "For the first time in five years, the WWE Championship is being defended here in Montreal. The last time that happened was at Survivor Series in 1997, in one of the most controversial title matches in WWE history between Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels."

Tazz quickly chimed in, not wanting the past to overshadow the present. "Yeah, but that was then, Cole. This is now. We've got two of the best in the world in that ring, and it's going to be an interesting match to say the least."

In the center of the ring, Zlatan and Benoit squared off, their eyes locked in an intense stare. The crowd fell into a hush, the tension between the two competitors building as they stood just inches apart. This was a battle of wills as much as it was a physical contest—both men were determined to prove they were the best.

Zlatan, the versatile striker, known for his powerful kicks and agility, stared down Chris Benoit, the submission specialist whose technical prowess and relentless aggression had earned him the nickname "The Rabid Wolverine." The contrast between their styles was clear, and yet, in this moment, they seemed evenly matched.

The crowd's chants grew louder, filling the silence between the two competitors. They had seen these two men go to war before, but tonight was different. Tonight, the stakes were higher than ever. The WWE Championship hung in the balance, and both men knew that a single mistake could cost them everything.

Zlatan's gaze remained unwavering, his confidence evident in his posture. Benoit, ever the professional, showed no signs of intimidation, his eyes narrowing as he assessed his opponent. The stare-down felt like it lasted an eternity, both men waiting for the other to make the first move.

Michael Cole's voice broke through the tension. "It's the submission specialist, Chris Benoit, against the versatile striker, Zlatan Ibrahimović. Two very different styles, but one common goal—the WWE Championship."

Tazz added, his voice tinged with excitement. "And you know neither of these guys is gonna back down. This is a main event anywhere in the world, and it's happening right here, right now, in Montreal!"

The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming as the two men finally began to circle each other, each looking for an opening, a weakness they could exploit. The crowd's chants continued, a steady backdrop to the impending battle. Both men knew that the next few minutes could define their careers.

The atmosphere inside the Bell Centre was thick with anticipation as the opening moments of the match unfolded. Chris Benoit and Zlatan Ibrahimović circled each other warily, each man assessing the other, searching for the first opportunity to strike. The tension in the arena was palpable, the crowd buzzing with the expectation of the battle that was about to erupt.

Suddenly, the two men lunged forward, locking up in a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up. The struggle was immediate and intense, both men jockeying for position, neither willing to give an inch. The crowd's energy surged as they watched the two competitors grapple, their muscles straining as they fought for control.

Zlatan, with his superior size and strength, began to slowly push Benoit back, using his leverage to drive the challenger toward the corner. Benoit, despite his best efforts, found himself being overpowered, his feet sliding backward across the mat as Zlatan exerted his dominance.

The Rabid Wolverine's back hit the turnbuckles, and the referee, Charles Robinson, quickly stepped in, calling for a clean break. "1… 2… 3…" Robinson counted, keeping a close eye on both men, ensuring the break would be clean and fair.

Zlatan, showing his ring intelligence, wisely backed away from Benoit, raising his hands in a show of sportsmanship. The crowd appreciated the gesture, but they knew the tension between these two was far from over. Zlatan's eyes never left Benoit, his expression a mixture of respect and confidence.

Michael Cole, ever the voice of the WWE Universe, seized the moment to ask his partner for insight. "Tazz, what does Benoit need to do after a clean break like that? How does he handle a powerhouse like Ibrahimović?"

Tazz, the seasoned analyst, didn't hesitate with his response. "Cole, Benoit's gotta be smart here. He can't afford to get into a fistfight with Ibra, and he definitely shouldn't try to outmuscle the champ—Zlatan's too strong, too big for that. What Benoit needs to do is stick to what brought him to the dance. He's gotta try to ground Ibrahimović, take away his vertical base, and start working on one of those submissions that Benoit is famous for. Whether it's the Crippler Crossface or another hold, he needs to wear Zlatan down."

Cole nodded, understanding the strategy. "So you're saying Benoit needs to keep this match technical, keep it on the mat where he has the advantage."

"Exactly," Tazz replied. "The worst thing that could happen to Benoit is letting Zlatan get his confidence up. If Ibra starts landing those kicks, those strikes, or even one of his high-impact moves, it could be lights out for Benoit."

As Tazz finished his analysis, the camera focused on the two competitors. Benoit, now free from the corner, shook off the momentary disadvantage and refocused, his eyes narrowing as he plotted his next move. Zlatan, on the other hand, was brimming with confidence, his hands at the ready, his body language exuding the poise of a champion who knew he had the physical edge.

The crowd, sensing the significance of these early moments, continued their dueling chants, urging both men on. They knew that the match was still in its infancy, that anything could happen, and that each competitor was just one mistake away from losing control.

Benoit, always the tactician, slowly moved back toward the center of the ring, inviting Zlatan to engage once more. But this time, Benoit's approach was more calculated, more measured. He knew he couldn't afford to go power for power with Zlatan, so he would have to outthink him, outmaneuver him.

The opening exchange had set the tone for the match—a battle of wits and wills, where strength alone wouldn't be enough. The WWE Championship was on the line, and both men knew that it would take everything they had to walk out of Montreal as the victor.

As both men continued to circle each other in the center of the ring, the tension remained high, with the crowd fully invested in the action unfolding before them. The anticipation was thick in the air, every fan in the Bell Centre eager to see who would make the first decisive move. Michael Cole, ever the narrator, provided context for the ongoing battle.

"Just this past Thursday night on SmackDown," Cole began, "we saw these two men exchange some heated words. Chris Benoit made it clear that he's had to pay his dues for sixteen long years, and he told Zlatan that winning the WWE Championship in front of his home crowd would be a dream come true. But Benoit knows nothing comes easy, and he's ready to fight tooth and nail for that title tonight."

Tazz nodded as the two competitors finally locked up once more in the center of the ring. "Yeah, Cole, Benoit's mindset is all about earning it the hard way, and he's gonna have to bring everything he's got to take down Ibra."

The action in the ring intensified as Zlatan used his size and strength to get behind Benoit, swiftly executing a waist lock takedown. The crowd reacted with a mix of cheers and gasps, appreciating the champ's technical prowess. But Benoit, ever the ring general, quickly used his experience to escape the hold, rolling through and applying a side headlock. With a quick movement, Benoit took Zlatan down with a side headlock takedown, demonstrating his ability to control the pace of the match.

Zlatan, refusing to be outdone, immediately reversed the hold into a leg scissor, trapping Benoit's head between his powerful legs. The crowd cheered as Benoit, showing his technical acumen, slipped out of the predicament and quickly re-applied the side headlock. Both men maneuvered back to a vertical base, the tension in the ring palpable as they continued to grapple for control.

Zlatan, using his agility, transitioned into a hammerlock, twisting Benoit's arm behind his back. But Benoit, showing why he's one of the best technical wrestlers in the world, rolled through and reversed the hammerlock into one of his own. The crowd watched in awe as Benoit smoothly transitioned into a drop toe hold, taking Zlatan to the mat and immediately attempting to lock in the Crippler Crossface.

The arena buzzed with excitement as Benoit tried to secure his signature submission, but Zlatan's instincts kicked in, and he quickly wriggled free from the hold. As Zlatan regained his footing, he attempted a lightning-quick spin kick, aiming to catch Benoit off guard. But Benoit, ever vigilant, ducked under the kick, narrowly avoiding contact.

The crowd erupted in applause, appreciating the athleticism and skill on display. Both men took a moment to catch their breath, each realizing the level of competition they were facing. The tension in the arena was palpable, with the Montreal crowd on the edge of their seats, knowing they were witnessing something special.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with admiration for the sequence, called the action. "What an incredible exchange between these two competitors! Benoit and Zlatan showing off their technical prowess, each one countering the other's moves with precision. This is wrestling at its finest, Tazz."

Tazz, ever the analyst, added his insight. "Absolutely, Cole. Both of these guys are world-class athletes, no doubt about it. Benoit's got that experience, that technical edge, but let's not forget, Zlatan's no slouch in that department either."

As the two men began circling each other once more, Cole posed the question that was on everyone's mind. "Tazz, what does Zlatan need to do here? How does the champion combat someone as technically sound as Benoit?"

Tazz didn't hesitate to offer his take. "Well, Cole, if I'm Ibra, I'm leaning on my strikes and those high-impact moves. Remember, Zlatan's got a martial arts background—he's got those lethal kicks, those punishing strikes, and he's bigger than Benoit. Sure, he can hold his own in the technical game, but his real strength lies in mixing up those strikes and power moves with technique. If he can keep Benoit off balance, it's gonna be tough for the Rabid Wolverine to get into his groove."

As Tazz finished his analysis, the focus shifted back to the ring. Both men knew what was at stake, and neither was willing to give an inch. The opening moments had been a chess match of technical skill, but the match was far from over. The WWE Championship was on the line, and both men were ready to do whatever it took to walk out of Montreal with the gold.

As Chris Benoit and Zlatan Ibrahimović paused to assess their next moves, the tension in the Bell Centre remained high. Both men were keenly aware of the stakes, and neither was willing to make a mistake that could cost them the match. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, knowing that every decision in the ring was crucial.

Michael Cole took the opportunity to remind the viewers of the remarkable achievements Zlatan had racked up in his rookie year. "Folks, if you're just tuning in, let's put this into perspective. Zlatan Ibrahimović has beaten some of the absolute best in the business during his rookie year. We're talking about names like Kurt Angle, Chris Jericho, Booker T, Triple H… And let's not forget, at King of the Ring, he did the unthinkable—he made Stone Cold Steve Austin tap out. That was only the second time in Austin's entire career that he's tapped out in the ring."

The crowd reacted to the mention of Austin, a testament to how monumental that victory had been. Zlatan's rise to the top had been nothing short of meteoric, and that win had cemented his place as a force to be reckoned with in WWE.

Tazz, always ready with his analysis, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Cole, that win over Austin wasn't just another victory—it put everyone in the locker room on notice. The Lion of Rosengård had arrived, and he wasn't just here to participate—he was here to dominate. Making Austin tap out, especially with everything Austin's accomplished, that's no small feat. It showed everyone that Zlatan's got the skills, the toughness, and the mindset to be one of the best."

As both men continued to circle each other in the ring, their eyes locked in a fierce stare, it was clear that the gravity of the situation wasn't lost on either competitor. Zlatan's accomplishments were undeniable, and Benoit knew he was facing a champion who had already proven himself against the very best.

For Zlatan, every victory had been a statement, but tonight, defending the WWE Championship in a place as significant as Montreal against a competitor as respected as Chris Benoit would be another chapter in his already storied career.

The match was still in its early stages, but the sense that something special was unfolding filled the arena. The Lion of Rosengård had made his mark on WWE, and now, as the WWE Champion, he was about to face one of the biggest tests of his young career.

The tension in the ring was almost unbearable as Chris Benoit and Zlatan Ibrahimović continued to circle each other, each man looking for the perfect moment to strike. Benoit, the seasoned veteran, knew he had to play his cards right against the younger, physically imposing champion. It was a battle of wits as much as it was of strength and skill.

In a sudden move, Benoit used his experience to his advantage, luring Zlatan into a false sense of security. He feigned a lock-up, inviting Zlatan to engage, but just as the champion moved in, Benoit struck. With a swift kick to the midsection, Benoit doubled over Zlatan, catching him off guard. The Rabid Wolverine then unleashed a series of forearm shots, each blow driving the champion back towards the corner.

The crowd roared in approval as Benoit, seizing the momentum, backed Zlatan into the corner and delivered a sharp, stinging knife-edge chop to the champion's chest. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the Bell Centre, each chop drawing a loud "Wooo!" from the fans, a nod to the legendary Ric Flair.

Michael Cole, ever the storyteller, provided context for the moment. "And this is what makes Chris Benoit so dangerous. This is his first opportunity for the WWE Championship since his neck surgery almost two years ago. He's been through hell and back, and just a month ago, he won a battle royal on SmackDown to earn this title shot. This is a man who's been waiting for this moment, and he's not going to let it slip away easily."

Tazz added, highlighting the significance of the moment for Benoit. "That's right, Cole. Chris Benoit has never been WWE Champion. This is the one title that's eluded him his entire career. Benoit's not just fighting for the title—he's fighting to cement his legacy. He knows what's at stake, and you can bet he's gonna throw everything he's got at Zlatan tonight."

As Benoit continued to chop away at Zlatan, the champion grimaced, feeling the sting of each strike. But while Benoit's attacks were fierce, Zlatan was far from finished. The Lion of Rosengård had been in tough spots before, and he wasn't about to let the veteran get the better of him so easily.

Benoit, sensing the need to keep the pressure on, grabbed Zlatan by the wrist and whipped him hard into the opposite corner. The impact reverberated through the ring, but Zlatan, with his incredible resilience, didn't go down. Instead, he braced himself, readying for the next exchange.

The match was still in its early stages, but the intensity was already off the charts. Benoit, fueled by years of frustration and determination, was fighting with everything he had. Zlatan, the young champion with the world at his feet, was facing one of the toughest challenges of his career. The WWE Championship hung in the balance, and both men were prepared to go to war to claim it.

Chris Benoit, in his relentless pursuit of the WWE Championship, kept up the pressure on Zlatan Ibrahimović, landing another thunderous knife-edge chop that echoed through the Bell Centre. The crowd reacted with another collective "Wooo!" as Benoit followed up with a series of stomps, driving the young champion further into the corner. Benoit, determined to capitalize on his momentum, lined up for another chop, his eyes focused on Zlatan's chest.

But just as Benoit raised his hand to strike, Zlatan, showing his incredible resilience and awareness, clasped both hands around Benoit's neck in a powerful grip. In a swift, decisive move, Zlatan switched positions, using his superior size and strength to reverse the situation. Now it was Benoit who found himself backed into the corner, with the Lion of Rosengård ready to unleash his fury.

The crowd erupted as Zlatan began to unload on Benoit with a barrage of rights and lefts. Each punch landed with precision, the force behind them driving the air out of Benoit's lungs. Zlatan's strikes were relentless, a mix of disciplined martial arts and raw power. He punctuated the assault with a series of swift kicks to Benoit's midsection, each blow reverberating through the arena.

Benoit tried to cover up, but the onslaught continued. Zlatan was in his element now, feeding off the energy of the crowd and his own indomitable will. With Benoit reeling, Zlatan rounded off the attack with a devastating uppercut that snapped Benoit's head back, the impact sending a shudder through the challenger's body.

Michael Cole, calling the action with intensity, marveled at the champion's resilience. "And just like that, Zlatan Ibrahimović turns the tables! Benoit had him cornered, but the Lion of Rosengård is never down for long. What a flurry of offense from the champion!"

Tazz added, his voice filled with respect for Zlatan's adaptability. "This is what makes Zlatan so dangerous, Cole. He's got the size and power, but he's also got the speed and technique. Those strikes—those rights, lefts, kicks—they come from that martial arts background, and when he gets going like this, he's tough to stop. Benoit's in a bad spot right now."

As Benoit slumped slightly in the corner, the breath knocked out of him by the uppercut, Zlatan took a step back, giving himself just enough space to assess his next move. The crowd, fully behind the action, roared in approval as the champion stood tall, showing why he had risen to the top so quickly in WWE.

But Benoit was not one to stay down for long. The Rabid Wolverine, known for his resilience and tenacity, began to regroup, his mind racing with ways to counter this sudden shift in momentum. The match was a seesaw battle, with neither man willing to give an inch. The WWE Championship was on the line, and both men knew that every moment counted.

The stage was set for an epic confrontation, with the champion and the challenger both showing why they were among the best in the business. The crowd's energy, the intensity in the ring, and the high stakes of the WWE title all combined to create an atmosphere that was nothing short of electric.

Zlatan Ibrahimović, fully in control, whipped Chris Benoit across the ring with tremendous force, sending the Rabid Wolverine crashing into the opposite corner. The crowd watched with bated breath as the champion prepared to follow up, charging at Benoit with all his might.

Michael Cole, calling the action, narrated the moment. "Benoit whipped to the corner—here comes Zlatan, full steam ahead!"

But just as Zlatan closed in, Benoit, with his veteran instincts kicking in, raised his boot, driving it directly into Zlatan's face. The impact was immediate, and the force of the boot caused Zlatan to stumble backward, momentarily stunned.

Cole jumped in, capturing the moment. "A boot to the face of Zlatan! Benoit buying himself some much-needed time here!"

Seizing the opportunity, Benoit quickly caught his breath and charged at the champion, delivering a powerful back elbow that caught Zlatan square in the jaw. The blow sent Zlatan reeling, giving Benoit the upper hand. The crowd erupted, sensing the shift in momentum as Benoit refused to let up.

Not allowing Zlatan any time to recover, Benoit grabbed the champion, dragging him back to his feet with a determined look in his eyes. Wasting no time, Benoit whipped Zlatan across the ring with authority. As Zlatan bounced off the ropes and came hurtling back toward him, Benoit drove his knee hard into Zlatan's gut, doubling the champion over.

Tazz, analyzing the situation, chimed in. "Smart move by Benoit—he's not letting Zlatan breathe! That knee to the gut is gonna knock the wind out of him, and Benoit knows it. He's keeping the pressure on, and that's exactly what he needs to do."

Michael Cole added, "Benoit is showing why he's one of the most dangerous competitors in WWE. He's been through so much, and now he's got Zlatan on the ropes. This is his chance to capitalize!"

As Zlatan clutched his midsection, trying to recover from the series of blows, Benoit knew he had to maintain control. The WWE Championship was within his grasp, but he also knew that Zlatan was resilient and capable of turning the tide at any moment. The crowd, fully invested in every move, roared in support of Benoit as he strategized his next attack.

The match had become a back-and-forth battle, with both men pushing each other to their limits. Benoit's experience and tenacity were on full display, but Zlatan's youth and power made him a formidable opponent. The WWE Championship hung in the balance, and neither man was willing to back down.

Chris Benoit, ever the tactician, knew he needed to keep Zlatan Ibrahimović grounded to maintain control of the match. With Zlatan doubled over from the knee to the gut, Benoit quickly transitioned, applying a firm side headlock, using his leverage to keep the bigger man down on the mat. The Rabid Wolverine tightened his grip, grinding down on Zlatan's head and neck, attempting to wear the champion out.

The crowd, sensing Benoit's strategy, began to cheer louder, rallying behind their fellow Canadian. Benoit's experience was evident as he focused on methodically weakening Zlatan, cutting off his air supply and keeping him from using his powerful strikes.

Michael Cole narrated the action, "Benoit's got that side headlock locked in tight, doing everything he can to keep the big man grounded. Smart move by Benoit—he's trying to neutralize Zlatan's size advantage."

Tazz, ever quick with his wit, seized the opportunity to make a hockey comparison that would resonate with the Canadian crowd. "You know, Cole, this kind of reminds me of a classic Sweden vs. Canada hockey match. You've got Zlatan, representing Sweden, who's big, strong, and skilled, just like their hockey team. But Benoit, representing Canada, is bringing that grit, determination, and technical skill—he's not afraid to get down and dirty to win this one!"

The analogy and the comparison between the two men and their respective countries added another layer of intensity to the match, making the stakes feel even higher.

As Benoit continued to apply pressure with the headlock, Zlatan struggled, trying to find a way out of the hold. The champion's powerful frame squirmed under Benoit's relentless grip, but Benoit's years of experience in the ring allowed him to maintain control, keeping Zlatan from mounting any sort of offense.

Michael Cole added, "Benoit's like a bulldog here—once he's got that headlock on, he's not letting go. And you've got to think, every second that Zlatan is down on the mat, it's working in Benoit's favor."

Tazz nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, Cole. Benoit knows exactly what he's doing. He's keeping Zlatan off his feet, and that's crucial. The longer he can keep this up, the better his chances of walking out with the WWE Championship."

The match had become a true battle of wills, with Benoit using his technical prowess to keep the more physically dominant Zlatan at bay. The crowd's support for Benoit only grew louder, their energy fueling the intensity in the ring. As Zlatan began to show signs of breaking free, the anticipation in the arena reached a fever pitch. This was a contest that could swing in either direction, and both men knew it.

With Chris Benoit maintaining a tight side headlock, Zlatan Ibrahimović found himself in a difficult position. The veteran Benoit had the hold locked in, using his experience to keep the champion grounded and under control. But Zlatan, ever the fighter, wasn't about to stay down for long.

Summoning his strength, Zlatan tried to push Benoit off, forcing him towards the ropes. But Benoit, tenacious as ever, refused to let go, clinging to the headlock with determination. Zlatan, realizing he needed to change tactics, drove a knee into Benoit's midsection. The sudden impact caused Benoit to gasp, loosening his grip just slightly. Sensing an opening, Zlatan followed up with a series of right hands to Benoit's gut, each blow forcing more air out of the Rabid Wolverine's lungs.

As they neared the ropes, Zlatan knew he needed to create some distance to catch his breath. With a quick burst of power, Zlatan lifted Benoit slightly and executed a hot shot, driving Benoit's midsection across the top rope. The impact was brutal, and Benoit was left gasping for air as he clutched his ribs.

Michael Cole, calling the action, noted the shift. "And Zlatan with the hot shot! That's going to give the champion some much-needed breathing room after being grounded by Benoit's relentless headlock."

Tazz added, "That's a smart move by Zlatan, Cole. He was getting worn down, but now he's created some space, and he's got Benoit reeling. But he's gotta capitalize on this moment."

With Benoit struggling to catch his breath, Zlatan quickly moved to take advantage. He got Benoit to his feet, positioning him on the apron. Zlatan, showing his own technical prowess, joined Benoit on the apron and got behind him, wrapping his powerful arms around Benoit's waist. The champion was setting up for a German suplex, a move that could potentially turn the tide of the match.

But Benoit, ever the ring general, sensed the danger. As Zlatan attempted to lift him, Benoit grabbed hold of the ropes with all his might, refusing to be suplexed. Zlatan, determined, delivered a few clubbing blows to Benoit's back, trying to weaken his grip. The champion attempted the German suplex again, but once more, Benoit kept a death grip on the ropes, preventing Zlatan from executing the move.

The struggle between the two men was intense, with Zlatan trying to pry Benoit away from the ropes and Benoit refusing to give up his defensive position. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, fully invested in the back-and-forth battle unfolding on the apron.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with anticipation, called the moment. "Zlatan's trying to suplex Benoit off the apron, but Benoit's hanging on for dear life! He knows how dangerous that German suplex can be, especially on the apron!"

Tazz added, "This is a real test of strength and will, Cole. Benoit's not giving an inch, and Zlatan's doing everything he can to break that grip. Whoever wins this struggle could take control of the match."

The match was at a critical juncture, with both men pushing themselves to the limit. Benoit, using every ounce of his experience, was trying to survive the onslaught, while Zlatan, with his youth and power, was determined to find a way to break his opponent. The stakes couldn't be higher, and the WWE Championship hung in the balance.

The struggle on the apron intensified as Zlatan Ibrahimović tried desperately to pry Chris Benoit away from the ropes for a German suplex. But Benoit, ever the ring veteran, wasn't going to let the young champion execute such a dangerous maneuver without a fight.

With Zlatan's grip still firm around his waist, Benoit knew he needed to act fast. Summoning his remaining strength, Benoit fired off a series of sharp elbows to Zlatan's ribs. Each elbow struck with precision, causing Zlatan to grimace in pain and gradually loosen his grip. Benoit didn't relent, driving his elbow into Zlatan's midsection again and again until the champion was forced to release his hold.

Sensing his moment, Benoit quickly maneuvered back into the ring, creating some distance between himself and Zlatan. With the champion still perched precariously on the apron, Benoit seized the opportunity to strike. In a swift motion, Benoit reached through the ropes and grabbed Zlatan by the head, pulling down hard to execute a hangman. The move drove Zlatan's throat across the top rope, the impact sending the champion tumbling to the outside floor.

Michael Cole, his voice charged with excitement, called the action. "Benoit with the hangman! That's a veteran move, taking Zlatan down and sending him crashing to the outside! This gives Benoit a chance to regroup!"

Tazz, ever the analyst, added his insight. "That's exactly what Benoit needed to do, Cole. He was in a tough spot, but those elbows created the opening he needed. That hangman not only took Zlatan out of the equation for a moment but also gave Benoit some much-needed breathing room."

As Zlatan lay on the outside, clutching his throat and gasping for air, Benoit took a moment to catch his breath inside the ring. The Rabid Wolverine had weathered the storm and managed to turn the tide, at least for now. The crowd rallied behind Benoit, their cheers echoing through the Bell Centre as they urged their countryman to press the advantage.

Benoit leaned against the ropes, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing. He knew he couldn't afford to let up for long. Zlatan, for all his power and youth, was still dangerous even in a compromised state. But for the moment, Benoit had the upper hand, and he needed to capitalize on it.

Michael Cole, reflecting on the sequence, emphasized the significance of the moment. "Benoit's been in some tough situations before, but his experience is what keeps him in this match. That hangman move just bought him some crucial time. Now the question is, can Benoit use this opportunity to turn the momentum fully in his favor?"

Tazz nodded in agreement. "This is Benoit's chance, Cole. He's got Zlatan on the outside, and if he can keep the pressure on, we might see Benoit get closer to his dream of becoming WWE Champion."

The match was far from over, and both men knew it. Benoit had fought his way out of a precarious situation, but the battle for the WWE Championship was still raging. The next few moments would be critical as both Benoit and Zlatan prepared to resume their war, each determined to walk out of the Bell Centre with the gold.

Chris Benoit, ever the seasoned veteran, knew that in a match as intense as this, every opportunity had to be seized immediately. After sending Zlatan Ibrahimović crashing to the outside with the hangman move, Benoit didn't waste any time. He rolled under the bottom rope and hopped down to the outside, where Zlatan was still recovering from the impact.

With determination in his eyes, Benoit grabbed the champion by the head and shoulders, dragging him back to his feet. The crowd watched intently as Benoit guided Zlatan back toward the ring, knowing that every second counted. He pushed Zlatan under the bottom rope and followed him in, wasting no time in making his next move.

As soon as both men were back in the ring, Benoit immediately dropped down, hooking Zlatan's leg for the pin attempt. The referee, Charles Robinson, quickly slid into position, and the crowd held its collective breath as the count began.

"1… 2…"

But just as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for the third time, Zlatan powered his shoulder up, breaking the pin. The crowd let out a mix of cheers and groans, impressed by the champion's resilience.

Michael Cole, ever the play-by-play expert, pointed out Benoit's strategy. "A veteran move by Chris Benoit, going for the pin cover as quickly as possible after getting Zlatan back in the ring. He knows how important it is to keep the pressure on the champion, and that was a smart move, trying to end it right there."

Tazz added his thoughts, his tone reflecting both respect for Benoit and acknowledgment of Zlatan's toughness. "That's what makes Benoit so dangerous, Cole. He's always thinking, always looking for the win. But credit to Zlatan for kicking out—he's showing why he's the WWE Champion. It's gonna take more than that to keep him down."

Benoit, though momentarily disappointed that the pin didn't secure the victory, remained unfazed. He knew this match would be a battle of endurance as much as anything else, and he was prepared to keep pushing. The Rabid Wolverine quickly got back to his feet, ready to press his advantage further.

The crowd was fully engaged, sensing that the match was beginning to pick up steam. Every move, every pin attempt, every strike was met with roars of approval or gasps of anticipation. The stakes couldn't be higher, and both men were fully aware that the WWE Championship was worth every ounce of effort they could muster.

As Benoit prepared for his next move, the match continued to build toward what was sure to be a dramatic and hard-fought conclusion. The first pin attempt had come and gone, but the war for the WWE title was far from over.

After Zlatan Ibrahimović managed to kick out of the pin attempt, Chris Benoit knew he needed to keep the pressure on the champion. With a steely resolve, Benoit quickly made his way to the corner, his eyes scanning the situation as he climbed up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, sensing that Benoit might be going for a high-risk maneuver that could potentially turn the tide even further in his favor.

But just as Benoit perched himself on the top rope, ready to launch, he noticed Zlatan beginning to stir on the mat. The champion was showing signs of life, his resilience shining through as he started to push himself up. Benoit, ever the ring general, decided against the high-risk move, opting for a safer, more calculated approach. He hopped down from the turnbuckle, returning to the mat with a measured intensity.

As soon as Benoit's boots hit the canvas, he wasted no time in stomping down hard on Zlatan, forcing the champion back to the mat and keeping him grounded. The stomp was precise, a statement of Benoit's determination to dictate the pace of the match and keep control firmly in his grasp.

Michael Cole called the action with his trademark enthusiasm, "Benoit was looking for a high-risk move, but the veteran instincts kicked in—he saw Zlatan stirring and adjusted his strategy on the fly. Smart move by Benoit, keeping Zlatan down."

Tazz added his analysis, "That's what makes Benoit so dangerous, Cole. He knows when to take risks and when to play it safe. By staying on Zlatan and dictating the pace, he's wearing down the champion, which is exactly what he needs to do."

With Zlatan temporarily subdued, Benoit followed up with a series of forearm shots to the champion's head and neck, each strike landing with pinpoint accuracy. The crowd watched in admiration as Benoit's relentless offense continued, chipping away at Zlatan's defenses. Each blow seemed to sap a little more energy from the champion, who was struggling to find an opening to mount a counterattack.

Benoit, sensing that he was gaining the upper hand, methodically targeted Zlatan's upper body, trying to weaken him further. The Rabid Wolverine knew that every shot he landed was another step closer to his ultimate goal—the WWE Championship. His experience and tactical approach were on full display as he worked to wear down the larger, more powerful Zlatan.

Michael Cole pointed out the significance of Benoit's strategy, "Benoit is systematically wearing down the champion, staying on him and not letting up for a second. This is classic Benoit—methodical, precise, and relentless."

Tazz, impressed by Benoit's approach, added, "Yeah, Cole, Benoit's in full control right now. He's dictating the pace, keeping Zlatan off his game. And that's exactly where Benoit wants to be—he's wearing down the big man, and you can see the effects starting to show."

As Benoit continued to deliver forearm shots, Zlatan tried to shake off the cobwebs, but the sustained assault was taking its toll. The match had turned into a grueling battle of attrition, with Benoit's strategy clearly focused on outlasting and outsmarting the younger, stronger champion.

The crowd, fully behind Benoit, cheered loudly as he maintained control, their energy feeding into the intensity of the match. But they also knew that Zlatan was not one to be underestimated. The champion had proven time and again that he could turn a match around in an instant. The question now was whether Benoit could keep up the pressure and finally realize his dream of becoming WWE Champion, or if Zlatan would find a way to reclaim the momentum.

With Zlatan Ibrahimović still reeling from the onslaught of forearm shots, Chris Benoit knew it was time to further sap the champion's energy and keep him grounded. Without hesitation, Benoit transitioned into a near chin lock, a move designed to not only wear down Zlatan but also to keep the big man firmly on the mat. The Rabid Wolverine locked his hands under Zlatan's chin and wrenched back, applying pressure to the neck and upper back.

The crowd was fully engaged, and as Benoit cinched in the hold, a portion of the audience began to chant, "Ibra! Ibra!" The chant was a testament to the global appeal of the champion, with fans rallying behind him even as he found himself in a perilous position.

Michael Cole, always quick to highlight the significance of the moment, noted the strategy. "Benoit has that near chin lock locked in tight, doing everything he can to keep Zlatan on the mat. This is classic Benoit—wearing down his opponent, making sure that Zlatan can't use his size and power to turn the tide."

Tazz, appreciating the technical prowess on display, added, "This is smart wrestling by Benoit, Cole. He knows that Zlatan's a big, strong guy, and if you let him get back to his feet, he can use those strikes and that power game to turn things around. By keeping Zlatan grounded with this chin lock, Benoit's doing exactly what he needs to do—drain the champion's energy and slow down the pace of the match."

As Benoit tightened his grip, Zlatan grimaced in pain, his face contorted as he fought to find a way out of the hold. The "Ibra! Ibra!" chants grew louder, echoing through the Bell Centre as the fans tried to will their champion back into the fight. Despite the pain, Zlatan began to stir, his powerful frame flexing as he tried to power out of the hold.

Benoit, sensing the crowd's support for Zlatan, adjusted his grip, applying more pressure to keep the big man down. The Rabid Wolverine was in control, dictating the pace of the match and methodically wearing down the champion. But even with the hold firmly locked in, Benoit knew that Zlatan's strength could make him dangerous at any moment.

Michael Cole emphasized the stakes, "This is a critical moment in the match, Tazz. Benoit is trying to wear Zlatan down, but you can see the champion is starting to fight back. The crowd is behind him, and that could give Zlatan the boost he needs."

Tazz, ever the analyst, responded, "Yeah, Cole, this is where it gets interesting. Benoit's got the hold in tight, but if Zlatan can feed off that crowd energy and get back to his feet, it could spell trouble for Benoit. The key for Benoit is to keep him grounded and keep applying pressure."

The match had become a test of endurance, with Benoit relying on his technical skill and experience to maintain control, while Zlatan's power and the support of the crowd threatened to turn the tide. The "Ibra! Ibra!" chants continued to swell, creating an electric atmosphere in the arena as the battle for the WWE Championship raged on.

Zlatan, feeding off the energy of his supporters, began to fight back in earnest, his powerful arms flexing as he tried to break Benoit's grip. The crowd sensed the shift, and the anticipation grew as everyone waited to see if the champion could escape the hold and mount a comeback. The stage was set for a potential turning point in this hard-fought contest.

The energy in the Bell Centre was electric as Zlatan Ibrahimović, fueled by the chants of "Ibra! Ibra!" and his own indomitable will, began to fight his way back to his feet. With Chris Benoit's near chin lock still tightly applied, the champion pushed himself upward, every muscle straining as he sought to break free from the veteran's grip.

But just as Zlatan managed to get back to a vertical base, Benoit, ever the ring tactician, swiftly transitioned behind him. In one fluid motion, Benoit executed a textbook back suplex, lifting the big man off his feet and sending him crashing down to the mat. The impact reverberated through the ring, and the crowd gasped as Zlatan was once again grounded by Benoit's relentless offense.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, called the action. "Benoit with the back suplex! He's not letting Zlatan build any momentum here—what a move by the Rabid Wolverine!"

Tazz added, "Benoit knows exactly what he's doing, Cole. He let Zlatan think he was getting out, only to hit him with that suplex and keep the pressure on. Smart, smart wrestling."

Sensing the opportunity, Benoit quickly scrambled to cover the champion, hooking the leg as he pressed Zlatan's shoulders to the mat. The referee dropped down to count, and the fans leaned forward, anticipating the potential conclusion.

"1… 2…"

But just as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for the third time, Zlatan powered his shoulder up, breaking the pinfall attempt. The crowd erupted in a mix of relief and admiration, their chants of "Ibra! Ibra!" growing even louder as they rallied behind the resilient champion.

Michael Cole, noting the significance of the moment, exclaimed, "Zlatan gets the shoulder up! What heart from the champion! Benoit's doing everything he can to keep him down, but Zlatan's not going to go out that easily."

Tazz, impressed by the toughness of both competitors, offered his insight. "This is where champions are made, Cole. Benoit's throwing everything at Zlatan, but the kid's got heart, and he's not ready to give up that WWE Championship. But Benoit's got to stay focused—he's got Zlatan on the ropes, and he can't afford to let up now."

Benoit, though slightly frustrated that the pin didn't secure the victory, remained composed. He knew this was a war of attrition, and he was prepared to keep pushing. The Rabid Wolverine quickly got back to his feet, ready to continue his assault on the champion. The crowd, fully invested in the drama unfolding before them, cheered loudly, knowing they were witnessing a true battle for the WWE Championship.

As Zlatan began to stir on the mat, Benoit plotted his next move, his mind working quickly to find a way to keep the pressure on. The match was a grueling test of endurance, skill, and willpower, with both men refusing to give an inch. The WWE Championship hung in the balance, and the tension in the arena was palpable as the match continued to build toward its inevitable climax.

Chris Benoit, embodying the very essence of a relentless competitor, refused to give Zlatan Ibrahimović any time to recover. As soon as Zlatan kicked out of the pin attempt, Benoit was back on the attack. The Rabid Wolverine grabbed Zlatan by the arm, pulling the champion up to his feet with a firm grip. Benoit knew that to maintain his advantage, he couldn't afford to let Zlatan catch his breath.

With determination etched on his face, Benoit dragged Zlatan to the nearest corner. The crowd, fully aware of Benoit's intentions, buzzed with anticipation as the challenger set up his next move. Once in the corner, Benoit unleashed a series of vicious knife-edge chops, each one landing with a loud crack that echoed through the Bell Centre.

Smack! The first chop landed across Zlatan's chest, leaving a bright red mark.

Smack! The second chop followed, causing Zlatan to wince in pain.

Smack! The third chop came with even more force, the impact reverberating through the arena.

The crowd reacted to each chop with a resounding "Wooo!" in homage to the legendary Ric Flair, who had made the knife-edge chop famous. The fans could see the intensity in Benoit's eyes as he continued to chop away at Zlatan's chest, determined to wear down the champion.

Michael Cole, providing commentary on the action, spoke with urgency. "Benoit is absolutely relentless here! Those chops are just echoing throughout the Bell Centre, and you can see the pain on Zlatan's face. Benoit's not giving him any room to breathe!"

Tazz, appreciating Benoit's strategy, added, "This is vintage Chris Benoit, Cole. He knows that every second counts, and he's using those chops to keep Zlatan on the defensive. Each one of those chops is taking the wind out of Zlatan's sails, and Benoit's doing exactly what he needs to do—keep the pressure on and wear the champion down."

As the series of chops continued, Zlatan's chest began to show the effects, reddened and sore from the repeated blows. The pain was evident, but Zlatan's resilience was undeniable. Even as Benoit's relentless assault continued, the champion's eyes remained focused, determined to fight back.

Benoit, feeling the momentum on his side, knew that he had to keep pushing. The crowd was firmly behind him, their cheers growing louder with each chop. Benoit's experience and tactical approach were paying off as he kept Zlatan trapped in the corner, unable to mount a counterattack.

The WWE Championship was on the line, and Benoit was giving everything he had to claim the title that had eluded him for so long. The battle was fierce, the intensity was at its peak, and the fans knew they were witnessing something special. With Zlatan reeling from the series of chops, Benoit was firmly in control, but the match was far from over. The champion still had fight left in him, and the next few moments would be crucial in determining who would walk out of the Bell Centre with the gold.

Zlatan Ibrahimović, battered but far from beaten, felt the sting of each of Chris Benoit's vicious chops. His chest was burning, and the pain was intense, but the champion's spirit was unbroken. As Benoit continued his relentless assault in the corner, Zlatan knew he had to find a way to fight back.

Summoning his inner strength, Zlatan began to throw rights and lefts, aiming for Benoit's midsection and head. Each punch landed with force, catching Benoit off guard and making the Rabid Wolverine stumble back, the momentum momentarily shifting. The crowd, sensing a potential comeback, erupted in cheers, rallying behind the champion as he fought his way out of the corner.

Michael Cole, sensing the change in the tide, called the action with excitement. "Zlatan's not done yet! Here comes the champ, fighting his way out of the corner with those rights and lefts!"

Tazz, always quick to analyze, added, "This is the heart of a champion, Cole! Zlatan's been taking a beating, but he's not going to go down without a fight. Those punches are landing, and Benoit's starting to feel it."

Just as it seemed Zlatan might break free, Benoit, showing his veteran instincts, quickly shut down the comeback attempt with a sharp shot to Zlatan's ribs. The blow was precise and powerful, causing Zlatan to double over in pain, momentarily halting his offense. Benoit, seizing the opportunity, grabbed Zlatan by the arm and whipped him hard into the opposite corner. The force of the whip sent Zlatan crashing into the turnbuckles with a thud.

Benoit, determined to keep control, charged at Zlatan, looking to capitalize on the situation. But Zlatan, using his quick reflexes and ring awareness, sidestepped at the last moment, causing Benoit to miss his target completely. The Rabid Wolverine's momentum carried him forward, and he crashed shoulder-first into the unforgiving steel ring post.

The sound of Benoit hitting the steel was sickening, and the impact caused the crowd to gasp. Benoit recoiled from the post, clutching his shoulder in pain, the tables suddenly turned.

Michael Cole's voice was filled with urgency as he narrated the turn of events. "Benoit goes shoulder-first into the steel ring post! What a counter by Zlatan! The champion showing incredible resilience, and now Benoit's in trouble!"

Tazz, recognizing the severity of the situation, added, "That's a game-changer, Cole! Benoit's shoulder just took a huge hit, and you know that's going to affect him moving forward. Zlatan's got to capitalize on this opening—this could be the turning point he needs!"

With Benoit reeling from the collision, the crowd's energy surged as they realized the significance of the moment. Zlatan, finally with some breathing room, took a moment to gather himself, knowing he needed to seize this opportunity to shift the momentum in his favor.

The match, which had been a grueling battle from the start, now seemed to be at a critical juncture. Benoit, who had been in control for much of the bout, was now vulnerable, his shoulder potentially injured. Zlatan, on the other hand, had a chance to turn the tide and take control of the match.

The fans, fully invested in the drama unfolding before them, cheered loudly for both competitors, knowing they were witnessing a battle of wills. The WWE Championship was on the line, and both men were pushing themselves to the limit in pursuit of victory. As Benoit staggered away from the corner, clutching his shoulder, Zlatan knew it was time to press his advantage and prove why he was the champion.

With Chris Benoit reeling from the impact of his shoulder crashing into the steel ring post, Zlatan Ibrahimović knew he had to capitalize on this critical moment. The pain etched on Benoit's face was a clear sign that his shoulder was now a vulnerable target, and Zlatan, with his sharp instincts, was ready to exploit it.

Not wasting any time, Zlatan grabbed a hold of Benoit, locking him in a firm grip. The crowd watched intently, realizing that the tide was shifting in the champion's favor. With a determined expression, Zlatan forcefully dragged Benoit across the ring, targeting the opposite corner. In a swift, powerful motion, Zlatan rammed Benoit's already injured shoulder into another steel ring post. The impact was brutal, and Benoit let out a groan of pain as his shoulder collided with the unforgiving steel for the second time.

Michael Cole, recognizing the significance of the move, provided his commentary with a sense of urgency. "Zlatan rams Benoit into the steel post again! Benoit's shoulder has to be in agony right now, and Zlatan is targeting it with precision!"

Tazz, impressed by Zlatan's tactical approach, added, "This is where Zlatan's conditioning really comes into play, Cole. Don't forget, before he became a WWE Superstar, Zlatan was a professional soccer player. His cardiovascular conditioning, his endurance—those things have been drilled into him since he was a kid. And now, in the ring, that same conditioning is allowing him to stay strong and keep up the pressure on Benoit when it matters most."

As Benoit staggered back, clutching his shoulder in pain, Zlatan took a moment to catch his breath and assess the situation. The crowd could see the wheels turning in Zlatan's mind—he knew he had found a weakness in Benoit and was determined to exploit it to the fullest.

Zlatan's background as a professional soccer player had equipped him with exceptional endurance and cardiovascular conditioning, traits that were now serving him well in the squared circle. While Benoit was clearly in pain and struggling with the damage to his shoulder, Zlatan appeared to be as fresh as ever, his breathing steady and his focus unshaken.

Michael Cole continued to emphasize Zlatan's conditioning. "That's right, Tazz. Zlatan's background in soccer means he's no stranger to grueling physical activity. His conditioning is top-notch, and that's giving him an edge right now. He's still going strong, while Benoit is clearly hurting."

Tazz, agreeing with Cole's assessment, added, "Yeah, Cole, you can see it. Zlatan's not just a powerful striker—he's got the stamina to keep going, and that's a dangerous combination. He's taking full advantage of Benoit's injury, and that's exactly what he needs to do to retain the WWE Championship."

With Benoit in obvious pain, Zlatan knew he had to keep up the pressure. The champion had a golden opportunity to solidify his control over the match, and his conditioning was giving him the energy and focus to do just that. The crowd, sensing that they were witnessing a crucial turning point, cheered on as Zlatan prepared to continue his assault on the Rabid Wolverine.

As Benoit tried to shake off the pain, Zlatan was ready to strike again, using his athleticism and conditioning to push the match in his favor. The WWE Championship was on the line, and both men were giving everything they had in this brutal, hard-fought battle. The match was far from over, but with each passing moment, Zlatan was proving why he was the champion, and why he was one of the most formidable competitors in WWE.

Zlatan Ibrahimović, recognizing the advantage he had gained by targeting Chris Benoit's injured shoulder, wasted no time in pressing his attack. With Benoit reeling from the repeated impacts against the steel ring post, Zlatan quickly transitioned into his next move, demonstrating both his technical prowess and his strategic mindset.

In one smooth motion, Zlatan executed an arm bar takedown, pulling Benoit down to the mat with force. The move was precise and effective, further jarring Benoit's already damaged shoulder. The Rabid Wolverine grimaced in pain as he hit the canvas, his arm and shoulder screaming in agony.

Michael Cole, narrating the action, emphasized the significance of the maneuver. "Zlatan with an arm bar takedown! He's staying focused on that injured shoulder of Benoit, and you can see the pain on Benoit's face—Zlatan's strategy is clear."

Tazz, appreciating Zlatan's tactical approach, added, "This is smart wrestling, Cole. Zlatan knows he's got Benoit hurt, and now he's going to keep the pressure on that shoulder. An arm bar is exactly what you want to apply in a situation like this—it's going to keep Benoit down and wear him out even more."

With Benoit grounded, Zlatan quickly followed up by locking in a deep arm bar, his powerful legs scissoring Benoit's arm as he cranked back on the hold. The pressure on Benoit's shoulder was immense, and the Rabid Wolverine's face contorted with pain as Zlatan applied the submission hold with precision and force.

The crowd watched in tense anticipation, some fans still chanting for "Ibra!" while others urged Benoit to fight through the pain. The atmosphere in the Bell Centre was electric, as everyone knew this could be a pivotal moment in the match.

Michael Cole, sensing the gravity of the situation, spoke with urgency. "Zlatan's got that arm bar locked in tight, and Benoit's in serious trouble here! That shoulder has taken so much damage already, and now Zlatan's just wrenching away at it!"

Tazz, always the strategist, added, "This is where Benoit's toughness is going to be tested, Cole. We all know how tough Benoit is, but there's only so much the human body can take. If Zlatan keeps this hold locked in, Benoit might have no choice but to tap out."

As Zlatan applied the pressure, he leaned back further, using his full body weight to maximize the torque on Benoit's shoulder. The pain was excruciating, and Benoit's grit and determination were being pushed to their absolute limits. The Rabid Wolverine gritted his teeth, trying to endure the agony as he searched for a way out of the hold.

But Zlatan, showing a surprising level of technical skill, maintained his grip, making it incredibly difficult for Benoit to escape. The champion was fully committed to exploiting Benoit's injury, knowing that this could be his path to victory.

The fans were on the edge of their seats, watching intently as Benoit struggled against the hold. The WWE Championship was at stake, and the match had become a battle of wills as much as it was a physical contest. Benoit's resilience was legendary, but the pain in his shoulder was real and debilitating.

As the tension in the arena reached a fever pitch, everyone wondered whether Benoit could find a way to escape the hold or if Zlatan would force him to tap out, retaining his championship in the process. The match was at a critical juncture, and the next few moments would determine the fate of both competitors.

The atmosphere inside the Bell Centre was electric as the crowd rallied behind their hometown hero, Chris Benoit. Chants of "Benoit! Benoit!" echoed throughout the arena, urging the Rabid Wolverine to fight through the excruciating pain in his shoulder and refuse to give up. The support from his fellow Canadians fueled Benoit, who, despite the agony, was determined to continue the battle.

Zlatan Ibrahimović, sensing victory within reach, kept the pressure on with the arm bar firmly locked in. But Benoit, drawing on every ounce of his experience and toughness, began to fight back. With the crowd firmly in his corner, Benoit threw a series of right hands and forearms, targeting Zlatan's midsection and head. Each strike landed with precision, forcing Zlatan to loosen his grip on the arm bar.

Michael Cole, capturing the emotion of the moment, exclaimed, "Listen to this crowd! Benoit is fighting back with everything he's got, refusing to give up in front of his fellow Canadians!"

Tazz added, "Benoit's showing why he's one of the toughest competitors in WWE, Cole. He's in a world of pain, but he's not backing down!"

As Benoit managed to break free from the arm bar, the crowd roared in approval, their cheers growing louder with each punch. But just as Benoit began to regain some momentum, Zlatan, ever the opportunist, struck back with a devastating spin kick to Benoit's gut. The impact was swift and powerful, causing Benoit to hunch over in pain and stumble back towards the ropes.

Sensing an opportunity, Zlatan quickly capitalized. He grabbed Benoit, placing him in a front face lock, setting up for his next move. With a show of strength and control, Zlatan lifted Benoit high into the air, holding him vertical for a moment before bringing him crashing down with a perfectly executed vertical suplex.

Michael Cole called the action with intensity. "Zlatan with a big suplex, driving Benoit into the mat! What impact from the champion!"

Tazz, acknowledging Zlatan's precision, added, "Zlatan's not giving Benoit any room to breathe. That suplex was perfectly executed, and now he's going for the cover."

Zlatan quickly made the cover, hooking Benoit's leg as the referee dropped down to count. The crowd held its breath as the referee's hand slapped the mat.

"1… 2…"

But just before the referee could count three, Benoit dug deep and managed to get his good shoulder up, breaking the pinfall. The crowd erupted in cheers, their support for Benoit unwavering as he continued to fight against the odds.

Michael Cole, impressed by Benoit's resilience, exclaimed, "Benoit gets the shoulder up! What heart from the Rabid Wolverine! He's not done yet!"

Tazz, equally impressed, added, "Benoit's toughness is off the charts, Cole. Zlatan's throwing everything at him, but Benoit's still in this fight. This match is far from over!"

Zlatan, though slightly frustrated by the near fall, remained composed. He knew that Benoit was one of the toughest competitors he had ever faced, and that this match was going to be a war of attrition. The champion took a moment to assess his next move, knowing that he needed to stay focused and keep up the pressure if he wanted to retain his WWE Championship.

As Benoit lay on the mat, trying to recover, the crowd continued to chant his name, willing him to get back to his feet. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and the match had become a true test of endurance, heart, and willpower. Both men were giving everything they had, and the fans knew they were witnessing something special.

The battle raged on, with the outcome still hanging in the balance. Benoit's resilience and the support of the crowd kept him in the fight, but Zlatan's power and precision made him a formidable opponent. The next move could determine the fate of the WWE Championship, and both men were fully aware of the stakes as the match continued.

Zlatan Ibrahimović, fully aware of Chris Benoit's injured shoulder, continued his focused assault. With a calculated approach, Zlatan dragged Benoit to his feet, deliberately yanking on the injured arm to amplify the pain. Benoit winced, his face contorted in agony, but the Rabid Wolverine refused to give in. Zlatan then maneuvered Benoit towards the ropes, using them to apply even more pressure to the already damaged shoulder.

Referee Charles Robinson, vigilant as ever, stepped in and began the count, trying to enforce the rules. "One! Two! Three!" The crowd watched closely, some fans urging Zlatan to release the hold, while others were captivated by the brutal efficiency of the champion's strategy.

Just before Robinson reached the count of five, Zlatan wisely released Benoit from the ropes, avoiding disqualification but still keeping the pressure on. Benoit, clutching his shoulder, was in visible pain, but he knew he had to stay in the fight.

Sensing that Benoit was vulnerable, Zlatan decided to go for a high-impact move. He pulled Benoit towards the center of the ring and set him up for a powerbomb, intending to further incapacitate the challenger. But Benoit, driven by sheer willpower and instinct, managed to wriggle free from Zlatan's grasp, escaping the powerbomb attempt at the last possible second.

In a desperate move, Benoit attempted to transition into his signature Crippler Crossface submission hold, knowing that if he could lock it in, he might be able to turn the match in his favor. However, as he tried to apply the hold, the pain in his injured arm was too much to bear. Benoit struggled to fully execute the move, and Zlatan, sensing the weakness, was able to block the attempt.

Michael Cole narrated the action with urgency, "Benoit was going for the Crossface, but that injured arm is holding him back! Zlatan blocks it, and Benoit's in trouble!"

Tazz added, "Benoit's arm is in bad shape, Cole. He's trying to dig deep, but Zlatan's got the upper hand here. Benoit can't get the Crossface locked in, and that's a huge problem."

Seizing the opportunity, Zlatan quickly countered by whipping Benoit into the ropes. As Benoit rebounded, Zlatan scooped him up and delivered a thunderous powerslam. The impact was brutal, with Benoit's body—and especially his injured shoulder—bearing the brunt of the move. The crowd gasped as Benoit hit the mat hard, the pain evident on his face.

Zlatan wasted no time, immediately covering Benoit and hooking the leg as Charles Robinson dropped down to make the count. The arena was filled with tension as the referee's hand slapped the mat.

"One… Two…"

But just as the count neared three, Benoit summoned the strength to kick out, breaking the pinfall and keeping the match alive. The crowd erupted in cheers, their faith in Benoit unshaken, as the hometown hero continued to fight against the odds.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with admiration, exclaimed, "Benoit kicks out! The resilience of Chris Benoit is unbelievable! He's still in this match!"

Tazz, equally impressed, added, "That's the heart of a champion, Cole. Benoit's taken a beating, but he's not going down without a fight. Zlatan's throwing everything at him, but Benoit's still got some fight left in him."

Zlatan, though slightly frustrated by Benoit's refusal to stay down, remained focused. He knew that Benoit was a tough competitor, but he also knew that he was chipping away at his opponent's defenses. The champion took a moment to gather his thoughts, planning his next move to keep Benoit on the defensive.

The match had become a war of attrition, with both men pushing themselves to their limits. Benoit's injured shoulder was clearly a target, and Zlatan was relentless in exploiting it. But the Rabid Wolverine's resilience and the support of the crowd kept him in the fight, determined to find a way to overcome the champion.

As the battle continued, the stakes grew higher. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and the match was far from over. Both competitors were digging deep, knowing that the next move could be the one that decides their fate. The crowd, fully invested in the drama, watched with bated breath as the epic struggle between Benoit and Zlatan raged on.

Zlatan Ibrahimović, ever the tactician, knew he had to keep targeting Chris Benoit's injured shoulder if he wanted to secure his victory. After Benoit's kick out, Zlatan swiftly transitioned, expertly applying a key lock, a move designed to exert maximum pressure on Benoit's already damaged arm and shoulder. The pain was immediate and intense, as Zlatan tightened his grip, forcing Benoit to endure yet another round of excruciating agony.

Michael Cole, providing crucial context to Zlatan's impressive career, noted, "Zlatan is not just a powerful striker—he's also an incredibly accomplished competitor. Let's not forget, Zlatan Ibrahimović is a member of the prestigious Triple Crown Champion club. He's held the Intercontinental Championship, the WWE Tag Team Championship, and now the WWE Championship. That puts him in elite company, and it shows why he's so dangerous in the ring."

Tazz, analyzing the effectiveness of the hold, added, "And right now, Cole, that key lock is doing exactly what Zlatan needs it to do—keeping the pressure on Benoit's injured shoulder. It's a smart move because it limits Benoit's offensive options and makes it almost impossible for him to apply the Crippler Crossface. Benoit's in a world of hurt right now, and Zlatan's got him in a bad spot."

The crowd, fully invested in the match, watched with concern as Benoit writhed in pain, trapped in the key lock. The hometown hero was in a dire situation, his shoulder burning with pain as Zlatan expertly manipulated the joint. Benoit's face was etched with determination, but the agony was undeniable, and the hold was preventing him from mounting any significant offense.

Zlatan, his focus unshaken, continued to apply pressure, leaning into the hold to maximize the damage. He knew that every second Benoit spent in the key lock weakened his chances of making a comeback. The champion's experience and technical skill were on full display, as he methodically worked to dismantle Benoit's defenses.

Michael Cole emphasized the significance of the hold. "Zlatan is systematically breaking down Benoit, and that key lock is a key part of his strategy. With Benoit's shoulder in such bad shape, it's going to be incredibly difficult for him to fight back, let alone apply the Crossface."

Tazz nodded in agreement. "Exactly, Cole. Benoit's most dangerous weapon, the Crippler Crossface, relies on him being able to use both arms. But with that key lock, Zlatan's taking away Benoit's ability to do that. It's a brilliant strategy—he's attacking Benoit's strength and turning it into a weakness."

The crowd, sensing Benoit's struggle, began to chant his name once more, trying to will their hero back into the fight. "Benoit! Benoit!" The energy in the Bell Centre was palpable, as fans urged Benoit to dig deep and find a way out of the hold.

Benoit, fueled by the support of his fellow Canadians, began to fight back, searching for any opening that might allow him to escape the key lock. The pain was unbearable, but Benoit had been in tough situations before, and he knew he couldn't afford to give up.

As Benoit fought to free himself, Zlatan maintained his grip, determined to keep the advantage. The WWE Championship was on the line, and Zlatan was doing everything in his power to retain it. The match had become a true test of willpower and endurance, with both men pushing themselves to their absolute limits.

The outcome was still uncertain, and the next few moments would be crucial. Would Benoit find a way to break free and mount a comeback, or would Zlatan's relentless assault on the injured shoulder be enough to secure his victory? The tension in the arena was at its peak as the battle for the WWE Championship continued to unfold.

Chris Benoit, trapped in the agonizing key lock applied by Zlatan Ibrahimović, knew he had to act quickly if he wanted to stay in the match. The pain in his shoulder was nearly unbearable, but the support of the crowd and his indomitable spirit pushed him to keep fighting. With every ounce of strength he could muster, Benoit began to drive his knee into Zlatan's gut, each strike landing with increasing force.

Michael Cole, sensing the shift in momentum, narrated the action with rising excitement. "Benoit's fighting back! He's using those knees to the gut, trying to break free from Zlatan's grip!"

Tazz, ever the analyst, added, "Those knees are landing hard, Cole! Benoit knows he's got to get out of that key lock, and he's doing everything he can to make it happen."

The repeated knee strikes were effective, causing Zlatan to loosen his grip on Benoit's arm. Sensing his opportunity, Benoit summoned his remaining strength and delivered a series of rapid, stinging knife-edge chops to Zlatan's chest. Each chop echoed through the Bell Centre, the sound of flesh striking flesh reverberating throughout the arena.

Smack! The first chop landed, causing Zlatan to wince and stagger back slightly.

Smack! The second chop followed quickly, drawing a loud "Wooo!" from the crowd.

Smack! The third chop was even harder, the force of the blow sending Zlatan reeling further.

The crowd, energized by Benoit's sudden resurgence, erupted into cheers, their faith in their hometown hero reignited. Benoit's chops were precise and powerful, each one designed to knock the wind out of Zlatan and give Benoit the breathing room he desperately needed.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, exclaimed, "Benoit is back on the attack! Those chops are vicious, and Zlatan's feeling every single one of them!"

Tazz added, "Benoit's not giving up, Cole! Those chops are taking the fight right out of Zlatan, and Benoit's turning the tables here!"

Zlatan, momentarily stunned by the series of chops, found himself on the defensive as Benoit continued his assault. The Rabid Wolverine's tenacity was on full display, as he refused to let the pain in his shoulder stop him from fighting back. The crowd's chants of "Benoit! Benoit!" grew louder, fueling his determination.

With each chop, Benoit gained a little more momentum, chipping away at the champion's defenses. Zlatan, though still a formidable opponent, was clearly feeling the effects of Benoit's relentless offense. The match had become a battle of wills, with both men pushing themselves to the limit in pursuit of the WWE Championship.

As the exchange of blows continued, the atmosphere in the Bell Centre was electric. The fans knew they were witnessing a classic, with two of the toughest competitors in WWE giving everything they had. Benoit's comeback was inspiring, but Zlatan's resilience was undeniable.

The match was far from over, and both men knew that the next move could be the one that decides their fate. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and the battle raged on, with neither man willing to give an inch. The crowd watched with bated breath, fully invested in the outcome of this epic contest.

Chris Benoit, driven by the roaring crowd and his fierce determination, managed to mount a comeback, delivering stinging chops that reverberated through the arena. With momentum seemingly on his side, Benoit whipped Zlatan Ibrahimović towards the corner, intending to follow up with a powerful charge. But just as Benoit closed in, Zlatan, displaying his quick reflexes and ring awareness, sidestepped at the last moment.

Benoit collided hard with the turnbuckles, the impact jarring his already battered body. The Rabid Wolverine stumbled out of the corner, clearly dazed from the collision. Sensing his opportunity, Zlatan quickly capitalized, delivering a devastating thrust kick aimed directly at Benoit's chest and injured shoulder. The force of the kick sent Benoit crashing to the mat, the pain in his arm flaring up once again.

Michael Cole, calling the action, noted the precision of Zlatan's counter. "Benoit was looking to keep the momentum going, but Zlatan sidesteps him! And that thrust kick right to the chest and injured arm—Benoit is down!"

Tazz, impressed by Zlatan's instincts, added, "That was a perfectly timed move by Zlatan, Cole. He saw Benoit coming and turned the tables. That kick landed right on target, and Benoit's in serious trouble again."

Wasting no time, Zlatan dropped down for the cover, applying a lateral press as he hooked Benoit's leg. The referee quickly slid into position, and the Bell Centre held its collective breath as the count began.

"One… Two…"

But just before the referee's hand could slap the mat for the third time, Benoit kicked out, refusing to stay down. The crowd erupted in cheers, their admiration for Benoit's resilience growing with each passing second.

Michael Cole's voice was filled with excitement as he called the near-fall. "Benoit kicks out! This man just refuses to give up! Despite everything he's been through, Benoit's still in this fight!"

Tazz, equally impressed, added, "You've got to give it to Benoit, Cole. He's been taking some serious punishment, especially to that shoulder, but he's still got the heart to kick out. Zlatan's doing everything right, but Benoit's not done yet."

Zlatan, though momentarily frustrated by Benoit's resilience, knew he had to stay focused. The champion took a moment to regroup, planning his next move. He understood that while Benoit was incredibly tough, he couldn't allow the challenger to gain any more momentum. Zlatan's precision and power had kept him in control, but he knew that Benoit's tenacity made him a dangerous opponent.

As Benoit lay on the mat, trying to recover, Zlatan rose to his feet, ready to continue his assault. The crowd, fully invested in the drama unfolding before them, watched intently, knowing that every move could determine the fate of the WWE Championship.

The match had become a brutal back-and-forth struggle, with both men pushing each other to their limits. Zlatan's quick thinking and powerful strikes had kept him in control, but Benoit's heart and determination were proving to be formidable obstacles. The battle for the WWE Championship was far from over, and the crowd eagerly awaited the next chapter in this epic contest.

With Chris Benoit struggling to regain his footing, Zlatan Ibrahimović sensed that he had the Rabid Wolverine on the ropes. Fueled by the adrenaline and the cheers of the crowd, Zlatan landed a series of punishing right hands to Benoit's head, each blow landing with precision and force. The champion could feel the momentum shifting in his favor, and he was determined to capitalize on it.

Seizing the moment, Zlatan dragged Benoit towards the corner, clearly intent on executing a high-impact maneuver. The crowd watched with bated breath as Zlatan began to climb the turnbuckles, positioning Benoit for a superplex. The move, if successful, could spell the end for Benoit's championship hopes. However, Benoit, sensing the imminent danger, began to fight back.

With grit and determination, Benoit threw a series of right hands to Zlatan's midsection and head, each punch delivered with the desperate strength of a man fighting for his life. The crowd erupted in cheers as Benoit managed to break Zlatan's grip and push him off the top rope, sending the champion crashing to the mat below.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, narrated the dramatic turn of events. "Benoit's fighting back! He's throwing those right hands, and he's managed to push Zlatan off the top rope! The champion is down!"

Tazz, impressed by Benoit's resilience, added, "Benoit's not out of this yet, Cole! He's been taking a beating, but he's still got some fight left in him. What's he going to do now?"

With Zlatan down on the mat, Benoit had a crucial decision to make. Normally, he would go for his signature diving headbutt, a move that had won him many matches in the past. But with his injured shoulder and the high stakes of the match, Benoit knew he needed to adapt his strategy. Instead of risking further damage to his shoulder, Benoit opted for a different approach.

Benoit stood tall on the top rope and, with the crowd roaring in anticipation, launched himself into the air, aiming for a devastating axe handle drop. But Zlatan, ever the opportunist, had been playing possum. As Benoit descended, Zlatan sprang to life, catching the Rabid Wolverine mid-air with his powerful arms wrapped around Benoit's waist.

The crowd gasped in unison as Zlatan, with a display of raw strength and quick thinking, lifted Benoit off his feet and executed a stunning belly-to-belly suplex. The impact was thunderous, as Benoit's body crashed to the mat with tremendous force, the move taking the wind out of him.

Michael Cole, almost breathless, called the action. "Oh my! Zlatan catches Benoit mid-air and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex! What a counter by the champion!"

Tazz, equally impressed, added, "That's the kind of move that shows why Zlatan's the WWE Champion, Cole! He saw Benoit coming and turned the tables in an instant. That belly-to-belly suplex was a game-changer!"

The crowd, still reeling from the incredible sequence, watched as Zlatan quickly moved to cover Benoit. The champion, sensing that the match could be his, hooked Benoit's leg and pressed his shoulders to the mat. The referee dropped down to make the count, and the entire arena held its breath.

"One… Two…"

But just before the referee could count three, Benoit, digging deep into his reserves of strength, managed to kick out, breaking the pinfall and keeping the match alive. The crowd erupted in cheers, their admiration for Benoit's resilience reaching new heights.

Michael Cole, in awe of Benoit's toughness, exclaimed, "Benoit kicks out! The Rabid Wolverine refuses to stay down! What a match we're witnessing!"

Tazz, equally astounded, added, "Benoit's got the heart of a lion, Cole! Zlatan's throwing everything at him, but Benoit's still in this fight. This is incredible!"

As Zlatan looked down at Benoit, frustration flashed across his face. The champion knew that he was close to victory, but Benoit's refusal to give up was proving to be a formidable challenge. Zlatan took a moment to compose himself, knowing that he needed to stay focused and continue his assault if he wanted to retain the WWE Championship.

The match had become an epic struggle between two of WWE's finest, with both men pushing each other to their limits. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and the battle raged on, with the outcome still hanging in the balance. The crowd, fully invested in every moment, watched with bated breath as the next chapter of this unforgettable contest unfolded.

The intensity inside the Bell Centre was at a fever pitch as Zlatan Ibrahimović, sensing victory, went for a kick to Chris Benoit's midsection. With Benoit doubled over, Zlatan quickly attempted to follow up with a DDT, a move that could have sealed the match. But Benoit, ever the ring veteran, wasn't going down that easily.

Just as Zlatan moved to execute the DDT, Benoit managed to block the attempt, using his quick reflexes and wrestling acumen to reverse the move into a roll-up pin. The crowd gasped in surprise as Benoit hooked Zlatan's legs, and referee Charles Robinson quickly dropped down to make the count.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, shouted, "Look at this! Roll up!"

"One… Two…"

But Zlatan, showing his resilience, powered out of the pin, breaking free just before the three-count. The crowd, still on the edge of their seats, erupted as the match continued. Benoit, determined to capitalize on the momentum, immediately went for another pinfall attempt, this time using a backslide to try and secure the victory.

"One… Two…"

Again, Zlatan kicked out, his strength and determination keeping him in the fight. The crowd roared with excitement, fully aware that they were witnessing a masterclass in wrestling.

As both men scrambled back to their feet, it was clear that Benoit was looking to continue his comeback. But just as Benoit charged forward, Zlatan, with lightning-fast precision, delivered a devastating roundhouse kick that connected squarely with Benoit's head. The impact was thunderous, and Benoit crumpled to the mat, the force of the kick knocking him senseless.

Tazz, clearly impressed by the power of the kick, reacted with awe. "Oooh. Man, oh man, that almost sounded like a gun going off. What a kick from the WWE Champion!"

Michael Cole, capturing the drama of the moment, added, "Just when Benoit was looking to turn it around, Zlatan manages to shut him down with that devastating kick!"

Tazz, ever the colorful commentator, quipped, "Benoit doesn't know if he's in Montreal or Vancouver playing for the Canucks after that kick!"

The crowd, shocked by the suddenness of the move, fell into a stunned silence, the only sound being the echo of the kick that had just reverberated through the arena. Zlatan, his face a mask of determination, looked down at Benoit, knowing that he had just delivered a potentially match-ending blow.

Benoit, for all his toughness and resilience, lay motionless on the mat, clearly dazed by the impact. The match, which had been a grueling back-and-forth battle, seemed to tilt once again in Zlatan's favor. The WWE Champion had shown why he held the title, using his martial arts background and raw power to stay one step ahead of the Rabid Wolverine.

The crowd, sensing that the end might be near, began to chant for Benoit, hoping that their hometown hero could somehow find the strength to continue. But Zlatan, ever the calculating competitor, knew that he had to capitalize on this moment.

As the tension in the arena continued to build, the next move would be crucial. Zlatan had the momentum, but Benoit's heart and determination had kept him in the fight up to this point. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and both men knew that the next few moments could determine their fate. The battle raged on, with the outcome still hanging in the balance.

Zlatan Ibrahimović, determined to capitalize on the momentum he had gained with his devastating roundhouse kick, wasted no time in taking the initiative. With Chris Benoit still reeling from the impact, Zlatan dragged the Rabid Wolverine back to his feet, showing no mercy. The champion, intent on ending the match, scooped Benoit up onto his shoulder, preparing to execute a brutal Snake Eyes into the corner.

The crowd watched in anticipation, fully aware that if Zlatan could hit this move, it could spell the end for Benoit's championship hopes. But Benoit, with his veteran instincts kicking in, sensed the danger. As Zlatan moved toward the corner, Benoit managed to shift his weight, wiggling free from Zlatan's grasp and slipping off his shoulder just in time.

As Benoit landed on his feet behind Zlatan, the Rabid Wolverine didn't waste a second. With the crowd roaring in support, Benoit delivered a sharp kick to Zlatan's midsection, doubling the champion over. The move gave Benoit the opening he needed, and with all the strength he could muster, he grabbed Zlatan's head and drove him into the mat with a thunderous DDT.

The impact was devastating, and the crowd erupted as both men crashed to the canvas, lying motionless from the sheer exhaustion and intensity of the match.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, called the action. "Benoit with the DDT! What a counter by the Rabid Wolverine! Both men are down!"

Tazz, sensing the gravity of the moment, added, "That was a huge move by Benoit, Cole! He sensed that Snake Eyes coming and turned it around with that DDT! But now, both of these guys are spent. Who's gonna get up first?"

The crowd, fully behind Benoit, began chanting his name once more, trying to will their hometown hero back to his feet. The atmosphere inside the Bell Centre was electric, with fans on the edge of their seats, knowing that the match had reached a critical juncture.

Both men lay on the mat, the toll of the match evident on their faces. Zlatan, still feeling the effects of the DDT, struggled to regain his bearings, while Benoit, clutching his injured shoulder, fought through the pain. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and neither competitor was willing to give up.

Michael Cole, recognizing the importance of the moment, added, "This is a pivotal point in the match, Tazz. Both men are down, and the next move could decide the outcome. The WWE Championship is on the line, and you can feel the tension in the air."

Tazz, reflecting on the toughness of both competitors, responded, "These guys have given everything they've got, Cole. Benoit's fighting through the pain, and Zlatan's been relentless. Whoever gets up first might just have the edge they need to win this thing."

The referee began to count as both men struggled to recover. The crowd's energy was palpable, every fan in the arena fully invested in the outcome. This match had been a battle of wills, and now, it was coming down to who could dig deeper, who could push through the pain, and who could make the next crucial move.

As the referee's count reached seven, both Benoit and Zlatan began to stir, their bodies battered but their spirits unbroken. The WWE Championship was still hanging in the balance, and the next few moments would determine who would walk out of the Bell Centre as the champion. The crowd continued to chant, urging their favorites on as the epic struggle continued.

The tension in the Bell Centre was at an all-time high as both Chris Benoit and Zlatan Ibrahimović slowly fought their way back to their feet, just before the referee's count reached ten. The WWE Championship still hung in the balance, and both men knew that this was the moment where the match could be won or lost.

Zlatan, recovering from the DDT, was the first to make a move, swinging a powerful right hand at Benoit. But Benoit, despite the throbbing pain in his injured shoulder, blocked the punch with a determined look in his eyes. Zlatan, not deterred, threw another right hand, but once again, Benoit blocked it.

The crowd, sensing that Benoit was about to make his comeback, erupted in cheers. The Rabid Wolverine, fueled by the energy of his fellow Canadians, refused to let the pain slow him down. With a burst of adrenaline, Benoit began to unleash a series of rapid-fire knife-edge chops to Zlatan's chest, each one landing with a loud smack that echoed throughout the arena.

Smack! The first chop connected, causing Zlatan to wince.

Smack! The second chop followed, forcing Zlatan to stagger back.

Smack! The third chop was even harder, driving Zlatan further into the ropes.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, called the action. "Benoit is coming alive here at the Bell Centre! Those chops are lighting up Zlatan's chest! The Rabid Wolverine is feeding off this crowd!"

Tazz, sensing the shift in momentum, added, "You can feel it, Cole! Benoit's fighting through the pain, and he's not backing down! This is what makes him so dangerous—he just keeps coming!"

With Zlatan reeling from the barrage of chops, Benoit quickly grabbed hold of the champion's arm, attempting to execute an Irish whip. But Zlatan, showing his strength, reversed the move, sending Benoit into the ropes instead. As Benoit rebounded, the crowd watched in anticipation, wondering how he would respond given the state of his shoulder.

In a brilliant display of adaptability and ring awareness, Benoit, knowing he couldn't rely on his usual high-impact maneuvers with his injured shoulder, adjusted his offense on the fly. As he approached Zlatan, Benoit dropped low and executed a perfectly timed dropkick to Zlatan's knee. The move caught Zlatan off guard, and the champion crumpled to the mat, clutching his leg in pain.

Michael Cole, clearly impressed by Benoit's versatility, exclaimed, "What a move by Benoit! A dropkick to the knee! Benoit showing that he can adapt his offense even with a bad shoulder!"

Tazz, recognizing the brilliance of the strategy, added, "That's the mark of a true ring general, Cole. Benoit's shoulder might be hurt, but he's using his brain to change up his game plan. That dropkick to the knee could be the opening he needs!"

The crowd roared in approval, fully behind Benoit as he continued to press the attack. Zlatan, now down on the mat and holding his knee, was vulnerable for the first time in the match. Benoit, sensing that he had the upper hand, quickly got back to his feet, ready to capitalize on the situation.

The match had taken another dramatic turn, with Benoit's resilience and ring savvy putting him back in contention. The WWE Championship was still up for grabs, and the crowd knew they were witnessing something special. Benoit's ability to adapt and his refusal to quit were inspiring, and the fans could feel that the Rabid Wolverine was on the verge of something great.

As Zlatan struggled to recover from the dropkick, Benoit prepared for his next move, determined to keep the momentum on his side. The battle for the WWE Championship was reaching its climax, and the intensity in the Bell Centre was palpable as the match continued.

Chris Benoit, fully in control after that precise dropkick to Zlatan Ibrahimović's knee, knew he had to keep the pressure on if he wanted to secure the WWE Championship. Despite the pain radiating from his injured shoulder, Benoit was determined not to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

With the crowd firmly behind him, Benoit reached down and grabbed Zlatan, pulling the champion back to his feet. The Rabid Wolverine, displaying his trademark intensity, quickly transitioned and delivered a perfectly executed neckbreaker, driving Zlatan's head and neck into the mat with force. The impact left Zlatan momentarily dazed, giving Benoit a window of opportunity.

Michael Cole, calling the action with enthusiasm, shouted, "Neckbreaker by Benoit! He's got Zlatan down again!"

Tazz, recognizing the significance of the move, added, "That's a smart move, Cole! Benoit's targeting the head and neck—if he can keep this up, Zlatan's in big trouble!"

Sensing the chance to put Zlatan away, Benoit immediately went for the cover, but his injured shoulder limited his ability to hook the leg properly. The pain was evident on Benoit's face as he pressed his good shoulder against Zlatan's chest, trying to secure the pinfall.

The referee dropped down to make the count, and the entire arena held its breath.

"One… Two…"

But just before the referee's hand could come down for the three-count, Zlatan kicked out, breaking the pinfall and keeping the match alive. The crowd let out a collective gasp, followed by a mixture of cheers and groans, as they realized the battle was far from over.

Michael Cole, acknowledging the effort, said, "Zlatan kicks out! Benoit couldn't hook the leg properly because of that injured shoulder, and it might have cost him the match right there."

Tazz, analyzing the situation, added, "That's the downside of Benoit's injury, Cole. He's got the heart of a lion, but his body is giving him trouble. If he could've hooked that leg, this match might have been over!"

Benoit, though momentarily frustrated, knew he couldn't let up. The WWE Championship was on the line, and he was willing to push through the pain to achieve his dream. The crowd continued to chant his name, urging him on as he strategized his next move.

Zlatan, still feeling the effects of the neckbreaker, was slow to recover, giving Benoit precious seconds to regroup. The Rabid Wolverine took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the next phase of the match. He knew he had to dig even deeper if he wanted to emerge victorious.

As Benoit got to his feet, the intensity in the Bell Centre reached new heights. The match had become a true test of wills, with both men refusing to stay down. The crowd was fully invested in every move, knowing that the WWE Championship hung in the balance.

Benoit, despite the pain, was ready to continue his assault, determined to overcome the odds and walk out of Montreal as the WWE Champion. The battle raged on, and the next few moments would be crucial as both competitors fought with everything they had.

Chris Benoit, feeling the strain of his injured shoulder, took a moment to rub it, trying to regain some mobility while leaning against the ropes. The pain was evident, but Benoit knew he couldn't afford to slow down. He glanced over at Zlatan Ibrahimović, who was starting to regain his footing after the neckbreaker, shaking off the cobwebs and focusing his eyes on Benoit.

Sensing an opportunity, Zlatan, driven by instinct and perhaps a bit of overconfidence, charged at Benoit, looking to capitalize on the Rabid Wolverine's moment of vulnerability. But Benoit, with his years of experience and ring awareness, was ready. As Zlatan closed in, Benoit used the momentum against him, grabbing Zlatan and executing a perfectly timed back body drop.

Zlatan flew over the top rope, his body twisting in mid-air before crashing hard into the announce table outside the ring. The impact was brutal, the sound of Zlatan's body colliding with the table echoing through the Bell Centre. The announce team scrambled to get out of the way as the champion lay sprawled out, the victim of his own aggressive charge.

Michael Cole, shocked by the sudden turn of events, exclaimed, "Benoit with the back body drop! Zlatan just crashed into our announce table! That's the inexperience of Zlatan showing right there!"

Tazz, also surprised, added, "That was a huge mistake by Zlatan, Cole. He came in too hot, and Benoit made him pay for it. That's why Benoit is one of the best—he knows how to use his opponent's momentum against them. Now, Benoit's got a chance to recover!"

The crowd roared in approval, fully behind their hometown hero as Benoit leaned against the ropes, using the brief respite to shake off the pain and regain his composure. Zlatan, meanwhile, lay in a heap near the announce table, clearly stunned by the fall.

The impact had bought Benoit some much-needed time. The Rabid Wolverine took deep breaths, his hand still on his shoulder, trying to get some mobility back into it. He knew that this moment of reprieve was critical—he needed to recover quickly and re-strategize his next move.

Michael Cole, sensing the importance of the moment, added, "This is a crucial moment in the match, Tazz. Benoit's got some time now to get that shoulder working again while Zlatan is down on the outside. The inexperience of Zlatan just gave Benoit the break he needed."

Tazz, always insightful, responded, "Absolutely, Cole. Benoit's been in wars like this before, and he knows how to capitalize on a mistake like that. But Zlatan's a tough guy—he's not out of this yet. Benoit needs to stay on him if he wants to walk out with the WWE Championship."

As Zlatan began to stir on the outside, trying to gather himself after the crash, Benoit shook off the last of the pain in his shoulder. The crowd, sensing that their hero was back in control, began to chant his name louder than ever.

The match was at a pivotal point. Benoit had managed to create some distance between himself and Zlatan, allowing him to recover. But the WWE Championship was still on the line, and both men knew that the next move could be decisive.

With Zlatan down and the crowd firmly in his corner, Benoit prepared to press his advantage. The battle was far from over, but for the first time in a while, the momentum seemed to be shifting in Benoit's favor. The Rabid Wolverine was ready to strike, and the crowd eagerly awaited what would happen next.

Chris Benoit, fully aware that the WWE Championship wouldn't change hands via count out or disqualification, knew he had to bring the fight back to Zlatan Ibrahimović on the outside. The Rabid Wolverine, fueled by the chants of his fellow Canadians and the momentum he had just regained, rolled under the bottom rope and made his way to the outside where Zlatan was still recovering from his crash into the announce table.

The crowd watched intently as Benoit closed in on the champion, knowing that the action was about to get even more intense. Benoit, determined to keep the pressure on, delivered a series of hard right hands to Zlatan's head, each punch landing with precision and force. The blows were designed to weaken Zlatan further and prevent him from mounting any kind of counterattack.

Michael Cole, calling the action, pointed out the stakes. "Benoit knows that the WWE Championship doesn't change hands via count out or disqualification. He's got to keep the fight going, and right now, he's taking it to Zlatan on the outside!"

Tazz, impressed by Benoit's tenacity, added, "That's right, Cole. Benoit's showing that killer instinct—you can't win the title by sitting back. He's taking the fight right to Zlatan, and those right hands are doing some serious damage!"

With Zlatan reeling from the punches, Benoit decided to up the ante. He grabbed Zlatan by the head, dragging him closer to the announce table. With a show of brute force, Benoit slammed Zlatan's head down onto the table, the impact causing the champion to slump over the edge, dazed and vulnerable. The sound of skull meeting wood reverberated through the arena, drawing a collective gasp from the crowd.

Michael Cole, narrating the brutal move, exclaimed, "Benoit just slammed Zlatan's head right onto the announce table! The Rabid Wolverine is relentless!"

Tazz, acknowledging the effectiveness of the move, added, "That's classic Benoit—he's taking no prisoners out here. Zlatan's in a bad way right now, and Benoit's got to keep this going if he wants to walk out with the gold."

Zlatan, still groggy from the earlier crash, now had to contend with the additional punishment being dished out by Benoit. The crowd, fully behind the hometown hero, cheered loudly as Benoit stood tall on the outside, his eyes fixed on the champion. The WWE Championship was within reach, and Benoit was determined to do whatever it took to claim it.

As the referee continued to monitor the action on the outside, Benoit knew he had to keep the pressure on. The match had become a brutal, no-holds-barred contest, and Benoit was willing to push the limits to secure his victory.

With Zlatan momentarily incapacitated, Benoit took a moment to assess his next move. The Rabid Wolverine had the champion where he wanted him, and the crowd was ready to see their hero take control of the match.

The intensity of the battle had reached new heights, and both men were giving everything they had. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and the stakes couldn't be higher. As the match continued on the outside, the fans knew they were witnessing something special—a true test of will, endurance, and determination between two of the best in the business.

Chris Benoit, ever the ring general, knew that the action needed to return to the ring to keep his chances of winning the WWE Championship alive. With the referee's count reaching six, Benoit grabbed Zlatan Ibrahimović and, with effort, dragged the dazed champion back into the ring. The crowd, sensing the intensity of the moment, continued to cheer Benoit on, knowing he was inching closer to his ultimate goal.

Once back inside the squared circle, Benoit quickly brought Zlatan to his feet, determined to maintain his advantage. The Rabid Wolverine moved swiftly, attempting to execute a snap suplex, a move that could further weaken the champion and set up a potential finishing sequence.

But Zlatan, despite the punishment he had endured, wasn't ready to go down without a fight. As Benoit tried to lift him, Zlatan blocked the suplex, planting his feet and using his strength to resist the move. In a fluid motion, Zlatan shifted his position, maneuvering behind Benoit and locking his arms around Benoit's waist, setting up for a German suplex of his own.

The crowd gasped as Zlatan tried to execute the move, but Benoit, relying on his experience and ring awareness, quickly fired back with a sharp back elbow, catching Zlatan in the jaw. The blow forced Zlatan to loosen his grip, allowing Benoit to escape the German suplex attempt.

In a seamless transition, Benoit took advantage of Zlatan's momentary disorientation and executed a perfectly timed Northern Lights suplex. Benoit arched his back, bridging the suplex into a pinning combination, his body forming a perfect bridge as referee Charles Robinson dropped down to make the count.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, called the action. "Benoit with the Northern Lights suplex! And he's got the bridge! The cover!"

"One… Two…"

But just as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for the third time, Zlatan managed to kick out, breaking the pinfall and keeping the match alive. The crowd let out a collective groan, mixed with cheers of appreciation for the incredible display of wrestling skill from both competitors.

Tazz, clearly impressed, added, "Man, what a sequence! Benoit with that beautiful Northern Lights suplex, but Zlatan kicks out just in time. This match is off the charts, Cole!"

Michael Cole, equally impressed, echoed Tazz's sentiment. "That was close! Benoit is pulling out all the stops, but Zlatan refuses to stay down. Both of these men are showing why they're at the top of their game."

Benoit, though momentarily frustrated by the near fall, knew he had to stay focused. The WWE Championship was within his grasp, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down. The Rabid Wolverine quickly rolled away, getting back to his feet as he considered his next move.

Zlatan, still feeling the effects of the Northern Lights suplex, was slow to rise. The champion's resilience was undeniable, but Benoit's relentless offense was beginning to take its toll. The match had become a true test of endurance, with both men digging deep into their reserves to find the strength to continue.

The crowd, fully invested in the outcome, continued to cheer for Benoit, urging him to press his advantage. The energy in the Bell Centre was electric, with every fan on the edge of their seat, knowing that the match could swing in either direction at any moment.

As both men prepared for the next exchange, the intensity in the arena reached new heights. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and the battle between Benoit and Zlatan was far from over. The next move could be the deciding factor in this epic contest, and both competitors were fully aware of the stakes as they prepared to go to war once more.

The crowd at the Bell Centre was on their feet, the intensity of the match reaching a fever pitch. Chris Benoit, the Rabid Wolverine, stood poised, watching as Zlatan Ibrahimović used the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. Benoit's eyes were locked on his opponent, his determination unwavering despite the pain in his injured shoulder. As soon as Zlatan was upright, Benoit clasped his hands tightly around Zlatan's waist, his grip unbreakable as he executed a textbook German suplex.

The crowd roared as Benoit, hands still tightly clasped, rolled through and hit a second German suplex, each impact reverberating through the ring. Benoit's suplexes were precise and powerful, showcasing his technical prowess. The fans could sense that Benoit was going for his signature triple German suplexes, a move that had put many opponents away.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, called the action. "Benoit with the second German suplex! He's going for the hat trick!"

But just as Benoit attempted to lift Zlatan for the third suplex, the champion, digging deep, threw a back elbow into Benoit's face. The blow was hard and well-placed, stunning Benoit and forcing him to loosen his grip. Zlatan, seizing the opportunity, quickly switched positions, locking his arms around Benoit's waist. Now it was Zlatan's turn to deliver the suplexes.

Tazz, impressed by the counter, exclaimed, "Zlatan with the counter! Now he's going for a German suplex of his own!"

Zlatan, drawing on his strength and determination, lifted Benoit off his feet and delivered a powerful German suplex, sending Benoit crashing to the mat. The champion maintained his grip, rolling through and hitting a second German suplex, each one delivered with the same precision and force that Benoit had shown moments earlier.

The crowd gasped in awe of the back-and-forth exchange, the action in the ring a symphony of suplexes, each man trying to outdo the other. But Benoit, ever the resilient warrior, wasn't finished. As Zlatan attempted a third German suplex, Benoit blocked the move, shifting his weight and managing to switch positions.

Michael Cole, barely able to contain his excitement, shouted, "Benoit with the counter! He's not done yet!"

With his hands clasped tight, Benoit hoisted Zlatan into the air and delivered another German suplex, followed by a second, each one driving Zlatan's body into the canvas with thunderous force. The crowd was electric, their cheers filling the arena as they witnessed this incredible exchange.

But Zlatan, showing why he was the WWE Champion, refused to stay down. Summoning all his strength, Zlatan once again managed to switch positions, taking control and delivering two consecutive German suplexes of his own, each one just as impactful as the last.

Tazz, in awe of the display, commented, "These guys are suplexing each other into oblivion! This is unbelievable!"

The back-and-forth exchange was reaching its climax, with both men refusing to yield an inch. Benoit, with one final surge of energy, managed to escape Zlatan's grip one last time. In a breathtaking display of power and precision, Benoit delivered a released German suplex, sending Zlatan flying across the ring, his body crashing into the mat with incredible force.

The crowd erupted into a frenzy, their admiration for both competitors clear as they watched this incredible sequence of suplexes unfold. Michael Cole, almost breathless from the excitement, exclaimed, "Benoit with a released German suplex! What an incredible exchange between these two warriors!"

Tazz, equally impressed, added, "This is what the WWE Championship is all about, Cole. These guys are giving it everything they've got, and the crowd is loving every second of it!"

Both Benoit and Zlatan lay on the mat, their bodies battered from the intense back-and-forth battle. The crowd's energy was at an all-time high, fully invested in the outcome of this epic contest. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and both men were showing why they were considered two of the best in the business.

As the referee began to count, the tension in the Bell Centre was palpable. The next move could be the one that decides the match, and both men knew it. The crowd continued to chant for Benoit, urging their hometown hero to rise and claim the title that had eluded him for so long.

The Bell Centre was alive with energy as Chris Benoit, battered but unbroken, crawled back to his feet. The Rabid Wolverine could feel the momentum shifting in his favor, the crowd's deafening cheers urging him on. Sensing that the time was right, Benoit performed his signature cut-throat taunt, signaling to everyone in the arena that he was ready to deliver his finishing move—the diving headbutt.

The crowd erupted as Benoit made his way to the corner, climbing up to the top rope with a determined look in his eyes. This was Benoit's moment, and he was ready to fly, aiming to put Zlatan Ibrahimović away once and for all. But just as Benoit steadied himself on the top rope, preparing to leap, the champion showed why he was so dangerous.

Zlatan, with a sudden burst of energy, sprang to his feet and raced toward the corner. In an incredible display of athleticism, Zlatan leaped up to the top rope with the agility of a superhero, moving as if he were defying gravity itself. The crowd gasped in shock and awe as Zlatan, moving with the precision of a cat, wrapped his arms around Benoit and executed a breathtaking top-rope belly-to-belly suplex.

The impact was devastating, both men crashing to the mat with a thunderous boom that shook the entire arena. The crowd was momentarily stunned into silence, the sheer spectacle of the move leaving them in disbelief. Benoit, who had been poised to finish the match, was now sprawled out on the mat, the wind knocked out of him.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with shock, shouted, "Oh my God! A top-rope belly-to-belly suplex by Zlatan! I can't believe what I just saw!"

Tazz, equally stunned, added, "Zlatan just turned the tables with that move! That was unreal, Cole! Benoit was ready to fly, and Zlatan just took him out of the sky!"

Zlatan, feeling the effects of the high-impact move himself, crawled over to where Benoit lay. The champion, still reeling from the match's intensity, managed to drape an arm over Benoit and hook the leg, hoping that the suplex had done enough to secure the victory. The referee dropped down to count, and the crowd held its collective breath.

"One… Two…"

But just as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for the third time, Benoit dug deep and kicked out, breaking the pinfall and keeping the match alive. The crowd exploded into cheers, their admiration for Benoit's resilience growing with every passing second.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, exclaimed, "Benoit kicks out! The Rabid Wolverine refuses to stay down!"

Tazz, in awe of both competitors, added, "That's the heart of a champion, Cole! Benoit's been through hell in this match, but he's still fighting. This match is something else!"

Zlatan, lying on the mat beside Benoit, couldn't believe it. The champion had thrown everything he had at Benoit, but the Rabid Wolverine's willpower was proving to be nearly unbreakable. The crowd continued to chant Benoit's name, their support unwavering as the match reached its climax.

Both men were exhausted, their bodies battered from the grueling contest. The WWE Championship was still up for grabs, and the next move could very well decide the fate of the match. The tension in the Bell Centre was palpable as both competitors began to stir, the battle for the title far from over.

As the crowd watched in anticipation, it was clear that this match would go down in history as one of the most hard-fought and dramatic contests ever witnessed. The WWE Championship hung in the balance, and the outcome was still anyone's guess as the epic battle raged on.

The atmosphere in the Bell Centre was electric, every fan on the edge of their seat as the intense battle for the WWE Championship continued. Zlatan Ibrahimović, after barely surviving a near fall, crawled to a corner and used the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. The champion, sensing that he had Benoit in a vulnerable position, began to stomp the mat, signaling that he was ready to deliver his devastating superkick—the Lion's Roar.

The crowd watched in tense anticipation as Benoit, struggling to regain his footing, slowly staggered back to a vertical base. Zlatan's eyes locked onto his target, and with a determined look, he charged forward, unleashing his signature superkick with lethal precision. But just as Zlatan's foot shot forward, Benoit, driven by pure instinct, ducked under the kick at the last possible second.

The crowd gasped as Benoit, with lightning speed, capitalized on the miss. In one fluid motion, he grabbed Zlatan's arm and pulled him down to the mat, locking in his feared submission hold—the Crippler Crossface. The Rabid Wolverine wrenched back with all his might, trapping Zlatan's head and arm, applying immense pressure to the champion's neck and shoulder.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with urgency, called the action. "He's got it! The Crippler Crossface is locked in! Will Zlatan tap? Will Benoit realize his dreams tonight?"

Tazz, sensing the gravity of the moment, added, "Ibra is in trouble, Cole! Ibra is in serious trouble! Benoit's got that Crossface locked in tight!"

The crowd erupted, the sound of their cheers filling the arena as Benoit pulled back even harder, his face a mask of determination. This was the moment he had been waiting for his entire career—a chance to finally capture the WWE Championship in front of his hometown crowd. Benoit urged Zlatan to tap out, the pain etched on his face as he applied every ounce of pressure he could muster.

Zlatan, caught in the center of the ring, grimaced in pain as the Crossface took its toll. The champion's face contorted with agony as he tried to resist the urge to submit. The crowd's chants of "Tap! Tap! Tap!" grew louder, but Zlatan refused to give in. With every ounce of strength left in his body, Zlatan began to crawl toward the bottom rope, his free arm reaching out desperately.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with suspense, continued to narrate the action. "Zlatan is crawling! He's trying to get to the ropes! But can he make it? Benoit's got it locked in so tight!"

Tazz, equally caught up in the drama, added, "This is it, Cole! This is the moment! Zlatan's in a world of pain, but he's fighting with everything he's got!"

The crowd watched in breathless anticipation as Zlatan inched closer and closer to the ropes, the pain evident on his face. Benoit, his grip unyielding, kept urging Zlatan to tap out, pulling back even harder on the hold. The Rabid Wolverine could feel the WWE Championship within his grasp, but Zlatan's resilience was proving to be a formidable obstacle.

The tension in the arena was palpable as Zlatan's fingers brushed against the bottom rope, the crowd's cheers reaching a fever pitch. Would Zlatan make it to the ropes and break the hold, or would Benoit finally realize his lifelong dream of becoming WWE Champion? The fate of the match hung in the balance as the epic struggle continued, both men giving everything they had in the pursuit of glory.

The Bell Centre was roaring with anticipation as Chris Benoit had Zlatan Ibrahimović trapped in the Crippler Crossface, the crowd urging the Rabid Wolverine to achieve his lifelong dream of becoming WWE Champion. But just as it seemed that victory was within Benoit's grasp, Zlatan managed to claw his way to the bottom rope, forcing the referee to call for a break.

However, Benoit, driven by sheer determination and a burning desire to win, was undeterred by the rope break. With the crowd cheering him on, Benoit quickly dragged Zlatan back to the center of the ring, determined not to let the champion escape. Wasting no time, Benoit reapplied the Crippler Crossface, locking it in even tighter than before. The arena erupted as Benoit shouted at Zlatan to tap out, the intensity of the moment palpable.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, narrated the scene. "Benoit's got the Crossface locked in again! He's telling Zlatan to tap! This could be it!"

Tazz, recognizing the significance of the move, added, "Benoit's not letting up, Cole! He's got it cinched in tight, and Zlatan's in serious trouble! But Ibra's not ready to give up that title!"

Referee Charles Robinson knelt beside the two men, repeatedly asking Zlatan if he wanted to submit. But despite the excruciating pain, Zlatan shook his head, refusing to give up his championship. The crowd's chants of "Tap! Tap! Tap!" grew louder, but Zlatan, showing incredible resolve, held on, determined not to lose his title without a fight.

Benoit, his grip unyielding, continued to apply pressure, his own face a mask of pain and determination. The Rabid Wolverine could feel the victory within reach, but Zlatan's refusal to quit was becoming a formidable challenge. Just when it seemed like Zlatan might finally succumb, he dug deep and began to shift his body, looking for a way out of the hold.

In a sudden and brilliant counter, Zlatan used his strength and leverage to reverse the Crossface into a banana split pin, surprising everyone in the arena. The move caught Benoit off guard, and before he knew it, he was on his back, shoulders pinned to the mat. Referee Charles Robinson quickly got into position to count the pin.

"One… Two…"

But just as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for the third time, Benoit kicked out, breaking the pinfall and keeping the match alive. The crowd erupted in a mixture of relief and excitement, their hearts racing from the near fall.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with awe, exclaimed, "Benoit kicks out! What a counter by Zlatan! This match is unbelievable!"

Tazz, equally impressed, added, "That was so close, Cole! Zlatan almost stole the victory right there! But Benoit's not done yet—this match is still going!"

Both men, exhausted and battered, lay on the mat, trying to catch their breath. The intensity of the match had taken its toll on both competitors, but neither was willing to back down. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and the crowd knew they were witnessing an epic battle between two of the best in the business.

As the fans continued to cheer, both Benoit and Zlatan began to stir, the determination in their eyes showing that they were far from finished. The next move could be the deciding factor in this incredible match, and both men knew that they had to dig deeper than ever before. The battle for the WWE Championship raged on, with the outcome still hanging in the balance as the crowd eagerly awaited the next chapter in this unforgettable contest.

The Bell Centre was alive with anticipation as Chris Benoit and Zlatan Ibrahimović struggled back to their feet, both men visibly exhausted but still driven by the desire to leave as WWE Champion. Benoit, sensing an opportunity to finally put Zlatan away, immediately tried to reapply the Crippler Crossface, hoping to force the champion into submission.

But Zlatan, showing his ring awareness, rolled through the attempt, slipping out of Benoit's grasp. In a fluid motion, Zlatan grabbed Benoit and whipped him into the ropes, setting up for a counter. As Benoit rebounded off the ropes, he walked right into one of Zlatan's signature moves—the Arn Anderson-style spinebuster.

The impact was tremendous, as Zlatan drove Benoit's body hard into the mat, the sound echoing through the arena. The move left Benoit sprawled out on the canvas, his body wracked with pain from the force of the slam. Zlatan, breathing heavily, took a moment to catch his breath, knowing that the spinebuster had given him a significant advantage.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, called the action. "Spinebuster! Zlatan just planted Benoit with a spinebuster! That could be it!"

Tazz, equally impressed by the move, added, "That was a massive spinebuster, Cole! Benoit's in trouble here—Zlatan might have just turned the tide!"

After taking a moment to recover, Zlatan crawled over to Benoit and hooked the leg, covering him for what he hoped would be the final time. The referee, Charles Robinson, quickly got into position and began the count, with the crowd holding its collective breath.

"One… Two…"

But just as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for the third time, Benoit somehow found the strength to kick out, lifting his shoulder off the canvas at the very last moment. The crowd erupted into cheers, amazed by Benoit's resilience and refusal to give up.

Michael Cole, stunned by the near fall, exclaimed, "Benoit kicks out! How in the world did Benoit kick out of that?"

Tazz, equally astounded, added, "I can't believe it, Cole! Benoit's got the heart of a lion—he's not ready to give up just yet! What a match!"

Zlatan, still catching his breath, looked down at Benoit in disbelief. The champion had thrown everything he had at the Rabid Wolverine, yet Benoit continued to fight, refusing to stay down. The crowd's support for Benoit only grew louder, their cheers urging him on as the match continued.

Both men were clearly exhausted, their bodies battered from the intense battle. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and the crowd knew they were witnessing a classic. Zlatan, realizing that he needed to dig deep to finish Benoit, began to strategize his next move.

As both competitors struggled to their feet, the intensity in the Bell Centre reached its peak. The WWE Championship was still up for grabs, and the next move could very well decide the outcome. The fans were on the edge of their seats, fully invested in every moment, as the epic battle between Benoit and Zlatan continued to unfold.

The tension in the Bell Centre was palpable as Zlatan Ibrahimović, sensing that the end of the match was near, quickly got back to his feet, ready to put Chris Benoit away for good. Seeing Benoit still struggling to rise, Zlatan seized the opportunity, grabbing both of Benoit's legs and executing a double leg takedown. With the Rabid Wolverine on his back, Zlatan expertly applied the Malmö Bridge, a submission hold designed to exert maximum pressure on Benoit's lower back and legs.

Zlatan, confident that victory was within his grasp, leaned in close and barked at Benoit in Swedish, "Du måste ge upp!" ("You must give up!") The pain was evident on Benoit's face as referee Charles Robinson asked him repeatedly if he wanted to submit.

Michael Cole, calling the action with urgency, said, "Zlatan's got the Malmö Bridge locked in tight! He's telling Benoit to tap out!"

Tazz, recognizing the danger Benoit was in, added, "This is bad for Benoit, Cole. That hold is putting a ton of pressure on his back and legs. I don't know how much more he can take!"

Benoit gritted his teeth, the pain excruciating, but he refused to give in. The crowd, sensing that their hero was in dire straits, began to chant Benoit's name, willing him to fight through the agony. With every ounce of strength he could muster, Benoit began to crawl toward the ropes, scratching and clawing his way inch by inch, desperate to break the hold.

But Zlatan, sensing that Benoit was getting too close to the ropes, dragged him back to the center of the ring, applying even more pressure to the hold. Benoit cried out in pain, the torment almost too much to bear. The crowd's chants grew louder, urging Benoit not to give up.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with emotion, narrated the scene. "Benoit is in excruciating pain! He's trying to get to the ropes, but Zlatan drags him back! Can Benoit survive this?"

Tazz, echoing the sentiment, added, "Benoit's gotta find a way out, Cole, or this match is over!"

In a last-ditch effort, Benoit, driven by sheer desperation, managed to turn onto his back. Using his legs, he pushed with all his might, sending Zlatan stumbling backward into the ropes. As Zlatan rebounded off the ropes, Benoit, summoning every bit of strength left in his body, caught Zlatan in a small package pin.

Referee Charles Robinson quickly dropped down to make the count, the crowd counting along with him.

"One… Two…"

But just before the referee's hand could hit the mat for the third time, Zlatan powered out, breaking the pinfall at the last possible moment. The crowd gasped, and then erupted into cheers for Benoit's resilience, but Zlatan's strength was undeniable.

Michael Cole, breathless from the intensity, exclaimed, "A near fall! Benoit almost had him! What a match!"

Tazz, equally impressed, added, "That was a long two count, Cole! Benoit's fighting with everything he's got, but Zlatan just won't stay down!"

Both men scrambled to their feet, knowing that the next move could be decisive. Zlatan, frustrated by the close call, immediately went for his signature move, the Lion's Roar superkick. But Benoit, displaying incredible reflexes, caught Zlatan's leg before he could connect. As Benoit spun Zlatan around, it inadvertently set him up for a devastating dragon whip kick from the champion.

The kick connected with brutal force, sending Benoit crashing to the mat. Zlatan, sensing victory, quickly dropped down and made the cover, hooking the leg as the referee counted.

"One… Two…"

But once again, Benoit kicked out, barely managing to lift his shoulder off the mat. The crowd erupted, their admiration for Benoit's resilience reaching new heights.

Zlatan, clearly frustrated, shouted in Swedish, "Du måste fy fan skämta med mig!" ("You've got to be fucking kidding me!") He turned to referee Charles Robinson, insisting that it was a three-count, but Robinson stood firm, telling Zlatan it was only a two.

Michael Cole, capturing the drama, said, "Zlatan thought he had it! He's arguing with the referee, but Robinson says it was only a two count!"

Tazz, recognizing the stakes, added, "Zlatan's gotta keep his cool, Cole. Benoit's still in this match, and you can't give him an opening like that!"

The crowd, sensing the tension, continued to chant for Benoit, urging him to find a way to turn the tide. Both men were exhausted, their bodies pushed to the limit, but the WWE Championship was still on the line. The next move could very well decide the outcome of this epic contest, and the fans in the Bell Centre were on the edge of their seats, eager to see who would emerge victorious.

The intensity in the Bell Centre was at its peak as Zlatan Ibrahimović, frustrated and exhausted, got to his feet, wondering what more he could do to put away Chris Benoit. The match had been a grueling battle, with both men giving everything they had, but Benoit had proven to be incredibly resilient, refusing to stay down despite the punishment he had taken.

Zlatan, determined to finish the match, reached down to drag Benoit back to his feet. But Benoit, digging deep into his reserves for one final burst of energy, suddenly exploded with a German suplex, flipping Zlatan over his head and sending him crashing to the mat face-first. The impact was brutal, and Zlatan lay motionless, seemingly out cold from the devastating move.

The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, sensing that this could be Benoit's opportunity to finally claim the WWE Championship. Benoit, still feeling the effects of the grueling match, knew he had to capitalize on this moment. The Rabid Wolverine, with the support of the entire Bell Centre behind him, slowly got back to his feet, the exhaustion evident on his face but the determination in his eyes stronger than ever.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with anticipation, shouted, "Benoit with a German suplex! Zlatan is down, and this could be Benoit's chance!"

Tazz, sensing the significance of the moment, added, "Benoit's gotta move fast, Cole! Zlatan might be out cold—this could be it!"

With the crowd on their feet, chanting his name, Benoit made his way to the corner. He climbed to the top rope, looking around at the sea of fans in the Bell Centre, knowing that this could be the moment that defines his career. The Rabid Wolverine took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and then leaped off the top rope, executing his signature diving headbutt with precision.

The crowd held its collective breath as Benoit soared through the air, the Wolverine flying with purpose. The headbutt connected with a sickening thud, driving directly into Zlatan's shoulder. The impact was tremendous, and the crowd erupted into a frenzy as Benoit's body bounced off Zlatan's, both men now lying on the mat.

Michael Cole, his voice reaching a fever pitch, exclaimed, "He hit it! The headbutt connects! Benoit's got to make the cover!"

Tazz, equally excited, added, "This could be it, Cole! Benoit's gonna do it!"

Summoning the last of his strength, Benoit crawled to where Zlatan lay, his body wracked with pain from the effort. With a desperate lunge, Benoit draped his arm over Zlatan's chest, making the cover. The referee, Charles Robinson, quickly got into position and began the count as the crowd counted along.

"One… Two…"

But just as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for the third time, Zlatan somehow managed to get his shoulder up, breaking the pinfall at the very last second. The crowd gasped in shock, their cheers turning to a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Michael Cole, stunned by the near fall, shouted, "Zlatan kicks out! I can't believe it! How did Zlatan kick out of that?"

Tazz, equally astonished, added, "This match is unbelievable, Cole! Benoit hit the diving headbutt perfectly, but Zlatan's still in this! What more can these guys give?"

Benoit, lying beside Zlatan, was in disbelief. He had thrown everything he had at the champion, but Zlatan's resilience was proving to be almost superhuman. The crowd, still buzzing from the near fall, began chanting even louder, their support for Benoit unwavering.

Both men were utterly exhausted, their bodies battered and bruised from the grueling contest. The WWE Championship was still up for grabs, and the match had become a true test of willpower and endurance. The next move could very well determine the outcome, and both competitors knew that they were nearing the end of their physical and mental limits.

As the crowd continued to cheer, both Benoit and Zlatan began to stir, the determination in their eyes showing that they were far from finished. The epic battle for the WWE Championship raged on, with the outcome still hanging in the balance as the crowd eagerly awaited the next chapter in this unforgettable contest.

The tension in the Bell Centre was palpable as both Chris Benoit and Zlatan Ibrahimović, utterly exhausted from their epic battle, struggled to get back to their feet. The fans, along with Michael Cole and Tazz, could barely contain their excitement and anxiety, all wondering who had that one final push left to claim victory. The match had been a grueling contest of wills, and it was clear that both men were running on fumes.

Just when it seemed like the exhaustion might overcome them both, Zlatan, digging deep into his reserves, suddenly burst into action. With a display of raw power, he picked Benoit up onto his shoulders, the crowd gasping in surprise as Zlatan showed that he still had some strength left. Without wasting a second, Zlatan charged toward the corner and dropped Benoit face-first onto the top turnbuckle with a devastating Snake Eyes.

Benoit's head snapped back from the impact, leaving him dazed and vulnerable. The Rabid Wolverine stumbled backward, clearly stunned, as the crowd watched in shock. Zlatan, sensing that this could be his moment, quickly bounced off the ropes, building momentum before launching himself at Benoit with a powerful spear. The impact was thunderous, driving Benoit hard into the mat, the force of the blow leaving the crowd breathless.

Michael Cole, almost unable to believe what he was seeing, shouted, "Snake Eyes into the top turnbuckle! And now a spear! Benoit is down!"

Tazz, equally impressed by the sudden burst of offense, added, "Zlatan came out of nowhere with that! Benoit's gotta be done after that spear!"

Zlatan, his own body screaming in pain and exhaustion, quickly crawled over to Benoit and hooked the leg, making the cover. The referee, Charles Robinson, dropped down to make the count, and the entire arena held its breath, the tension almost unbearable.

"One… Two…"

But just before the referee's hand could hit the mat for the third time, Benoit, somehow, someway, managed to kick out. The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and gasps, their admiration for Benoit's resilience growing with each passing moment.

Michael Cole, stunned by the near fall, exclaimed, "Benoit kicks out again! How does he keep doing this? How much more can these two take?"

Tazz, equally in awe, added, "This is unreal, Cole! Zlatan hit him with everything he had, but Benoit's still in this! This match is something else!"

Zlatan, lying beside Benoit, looked up in disbelief. He had given everything he had, throwing his best moves at the Rabid Wolverine, but Benoit's refusal to stay down was almost superhuman. The crowd continued to chant Benoit's name, their support unwavering as the match continued.

Both men were completely spent, their bodies battered and bruised from the intensity of the contest. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and the stakes couldn't be higher. The fans in the Bell Centre were witnessing a classic, a match that would be talked about for years to come.

As both competitors lay on the mat, gasping for air, the realization that the match was reaching its final moments began to set in. The crowd's energy was at an all-time high, and the anticipation of what would happen next was almost unbearable.

Zlatan, determined to retain his title, slowly began to get to his feet, wondering what more he would have to do to finally put Benoit away. Benoit, despite the pain and exhaustion, also started to stir, his indomitable spirit refusing to let him quit. The next move could very well be the one that decides the match, and the crowd was eager to see who would come out on top in this unforgettable battle for the WWE Championship.

The atmosphere in the Bell Centre was electric, the tension mounting as both Chris Benoit and Zlatan Ibrahimović dug deep into their reserves, knowing that the end of their grueling battle was near. Zlatan, after delivering a devastating spear, watched as Benoit struggled to pull himself up, stumbling out of the corner, his body barely able to keep up with the intensity of the match.

Seeing his opportunity, Zlatan moved in quickly, scooping Benoit up in a position for a tombstone piledriver. The crowd gasped, knowing the potential devastation of the move. But Benoit, ever the veteran, managed to shift his weight at the last moment, reversing the hold and attempting to position Zlatan for the tombstone himself. The Bell Centre erupted, sensing that Benoit might have found a way to turn the match around.

But Zlatan, showing incredible strength and determination, reversed the reversal, once again taking control of the hold. Instead of delivering the tombstone, Zlatan drove Benoit down with a vicious shoulder breaker, targeting Benoit's already injured shoulder. The impact was brutal, and Benoit cried out in pain, the damage to his shoulder evident as he collapsed to the mat.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with tension, narrated the scene. "Zlatan reverses and delivers a shoulder breaker right on Benoit's injured shoulder! Benoit's in serious trouble now!"

Tazz, recognizing the significance of the move, added, "That was smart by Zlatan, Cole. He knew exactly where to target—Benoit's shoulder is already in bad shape, and that shoulder breaker just made it worse!"

As Benoit lay writhing in pain on the mat, Zlatan stood tall, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. The Lion of Rosengård looked around the arena, his eyes narrowing as he felt the energy of the moment. The champion knew that this was his moment to end the match and retain his WWE Championship.

With a deliberate motion, Zlatan made his signature cut-throat taunt, signaling that he was ready to deliver his finishing move, the Lion's Roar. Some fans in the crowd, caught up in the intensity of the moment, mimicked the taunt, their voices blending with the chants and cheers that filled the arena.

Michael Cole, sensing the climax of the match, exclaimed, "Zlatan's signaling for the end! The Lion's ready to roar, and Benoit might be in his sights!"

Tazz, feeling the gravity of the moment, added, "This could be it, Cole! Benoit's in a bad way—Zlatan's about to finish this!"

The tension in the Bell Centre was palpable as Zlatan prepared to deliver the final blow. Benoit, his body battered and bruised, struggled to push through the pain, knowing that the WWE Championship was still on the line. The fans watched in awe, fully aware that they were witnessing the culmination of an epic battle.

Zlatan, with a fierce look of determination, knew that he had to capitalize on this moment. The crowd's energy was at an all-time high, and the anticipation of what would happen next was almost unbearable. The Lion of Rosengård was ready to unleash his finishing move, and the fate of the WWE Championship hung in the balance as the match reached its dramatic conclusion.

The Bell Centre was a cauldron of excitement as Zlatan Ibrahimović, sensing victory, positioned himself in the corner. The crowd watched intently as Zlatan began to stomp the mat, signaling that he was ready to deliver his devastating finishing move, the Lion's Roar. Chris Benoit, still struggling to his feet and nursing his injured shoulder, was unaware of the danger looming behind him.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with tension, narrated the scene. "Zlatan is ready to unleash the Lion's Roar! Benoit has no idea what's coming!"

As Benoit finally got to his feet, Zlatan charged out of the corner, launching himself at Benoit with the intent of ending the match once and for all. But just as Zlatan unleashed the superkick, Benoit, running purely on instinct, ducked under the kick at the last possible moment, narrowly avoiding disaster. The crowd erupted in gasps and cheers as Benoit then attempted to capitalize, going for his signature Crippler Crossface.

However, as Benoit tried to lock in the hold, his injured shoulder betrayed him, preventing him from getting a firm grip. The pain was too much, and Zlatan sensed the weakness, quickly rolling through to escape the submission attempt.

Benoit, undeterred, immediately transitioned into a double leg takedown, trying to turn the tide in his favor. The crowd roared as Benoit attempted to apply the Sharpshooter, a move made famous in Canada by Bret Hart. But as Benoit tried to turn Zlatan over, the champion used his impressive leg strength to push Benoit off, sending the Rabid Wolverine stumbling backward.

As Benoit rebounded off the ropes, Zlatan, with a sudden burst of energy, launched his foot forward, finally connecting with the Lion's Roar. The superkick landed squarely on Benoit's jaw, sending him crashing to the mat. The impact was devastating, and the entire Bell Centre seemed to shake with the force of the kick.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with shock, shouted, "The Lion's Roar connects! Zlatan just hit Benoit with everything he had!"

Tazz, equally impressed, added, "That superkick landed flush, Cole! Benoit's out cold, and Zlatan's down too!"

The crowd, still reeling from the intense back-and-forth action, watched in stunned silence as Zlatan collapsed to his knees in exhaustion, the toll of the match evident on his face. Both men were spent, their bodies pushed to the absolute limit in this grueling contest for the WWE Championship.

Zlatan, gasping for air, remained on his knees, too exhausted to immediately follow up on his devastating move. The crowd began to chant Benoit's name, willing their hometown hero to somehow find the strength to continue, but the power of the Lion's Roar had clearly taken its toll.

Michael Cole, almost breathless from the excitement, said, "Benoit is down, but Zlatan looks too exhausted to make the cover! What a match we are witnessing here tonight!"

Tazz, recognizing the significance of the moment, added, "This could be the moment that decides the match, Cole. Zlatan hit the Lion's Roar, but he's got nothing left in the tank. Can he make the cover?"

The Bell Centre was alive with anticipation as both men lay on the mat, the WWE Championship still on the line. The fans knew they were witnessing something special—a match that would be remembered for years to come. The outcome was still uncertain, and the next few moments would determine who would walk out of the Bell Centre as the WWE Champion.

As the referee began to count, the tension in the arena reached its peak. The battle between Benoit and Zlatan had been an epic struggle, and the climax was near. Would Zlatan be able to capitalize on the Lion's Roar, or would Benoit somehow find a way to fight back? The answer was just moments away.

The atmosphere in the Bell Centre was electric, every fan on the edge of their seat as they watched Zlatan Ibrahimović, utterly exhausted, crawl towards Chris Benoit. The Lion of Rosengård had just delivered his devastating finishing move, the Lion's Roar, and it seemed as though the end was near for Benoit. With every ounce of strength left in his body, Zlatan draped himself over Benoit, hooking the leg as the referee dropped down to make the count.

"One… Two…"

The tension in the arena was unbearable as the referee's hand came down for the final count. But just as it seemed that the match was over, Benoit, driven by sheer willpower and the roar of his hometown crowd, managed to kick out at the very last moment. The referee's hand stopped just inches from the mat, signaling that the match would continue.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with disbelief, exclaimed, "Benoit kicks out! Benoit kicks out! How in the world did he do it? What heart, what resilience!"

Tazz, equally stunned, added, "I don't believe it, Cole! Zlatan hit him with everything he had, but Benoit's still in this! This man will not quit!"

Zlatan, lying on the mat beside Benoit, could only stare up at the ceiling in disbelief. The exhaustion, the pain, and the frustration were all visible on his face. He had thrown everything he had at the Rabid Wolverine, yet Benoit continued to fight, refusing to stay down. The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and gasps, their admiration for Benoit's unyielding spirit growing with each passing moment.

Zlatan, still on the mat, collapsed from the effort, his arms spread out as he struggled to comprehend how Benoit had managed to kick out. The WWE Championship was still on the line, and both men were giving everything they had in this epic battle. The crowd, sensing the importance of the moment, began chanting Benoit's name even louder, urging their hero to find a way to continue.

Michael Cole, capturing the emotion of the moment, said, "Zlatan is in disbelief! He thought he had Benoit, but the Rabid Wolverine refuses to quit. What an incredible match!"

Tazz, acknowledging the magnitude of the situation, added, "This is what the WWE Championship is all about, Cole. Both of these men are pushing themselves beyond their limits, and the crowd is loving every second of it!"

As both men lay on the mat, gasping for air and trying to summon the strength to continue, the realization set in that this match had become a true test of wills. The battle for the WWE Championship had pushed both competitors to their absolute limits, and the fans in the Bell Centre knew they were witnessing something special.

Zlatan, though exhausted and frustrated, knew he had to keep going. The WWE Championship was within his grasp, but he also knew that Benoit's resilience was unlike anything he had ever faced. The next move could very well decide the outcome, and the crowd eagerly awaited to see who would emerge victorious in this unforgettable contest.

The atmosphere inside the Bell Centre was electric, with every fan on their feet, eyes glued to the ring as the battle for the WWE Championship reached its final, grueling moments. Zlatan Ibrahimović, exhausted yet driven by sheer determination, slowly rose to his feet. His body battered, he made his way over to Chris Benoit, who lay on the mat, practically lifeless from the punishment he had endured. With painstaking effort, Zlatan dragged Benoit back to his feet, the Rabid Wolverine nothing more than deadweight.

But just when it seemed like Benoit had nothing left, he played his final card. With a sudden burst of energy, Benoit attempted to catch Zlatan off guard with another Crippler Crossface. The crowd erupted, hoping that their hometown hero had found a way to turn the tide. However, Zlatan, prepared for this final act of desperation, blocked the attempt and quickly countered with a double leg takedown.

The Lion of Rosengård, knowing this was his moment, expertly transitioned into the Malmö Bridge once again, locking in the painful submission hold that had already brought Benoit to the brink earlier in the match. Zlatan wrenched the hold with everything he had, applying excruciating pressure on Benoit's lower back. Benoit cried out in pain, his voice filled with agony as the crowd watched in helpless anticipation.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with urgency, narrated the scene. "Zlatan's got the Malmö Bridge locked in again! Benoit is in so much pain—can he survive this?"

Tazz, recognizing the severity of the situation, added, "Zlatan's like a pitbull, Cole! He's not letting go! This could be it for Benoit!"

Referee Charles Robinson dropped down beside Benoit, repeatedly asking if he wanted to give up. But even in the face of overwhelming pain, Benoit refused to quit. With every ounce of strength left in his body, Benoit began to crawl towards the ropes, the chants of "Benoit! Benoit!" echoing through the Bell Centre as his fellow Canadians tried to will him on.

But Zlatan, determined to end the match on his terms, dragged Benoit back to the center of the ring, away from the safety of the ropes. The crowd gasped as Benoit tried again, desperately clawing his way to another set of ropes, but Zlatan, relentless as ever, pulled him back once more, keeping the pressure on.

Benoit, realizing he was out of options, tried to roll through, hoping to break the hold. But Zlatan, like a pitbull with its jaws locked, refused to let go, keeping the Malmö Bridge cinched in tight. The pain in Benoit's lower back was unbearable, and his cries of agony filled the arena as the crowd continued to chant his name, urging him to fight through the pain.

Zlatan, sensing that Benoit was nearing his limit, hyperextended the hold, applying even more pressure to Benoit's already damaged back. The agony was too much to bear, and Benoit's cries grew louder, his body betraying him as he felt the last of his strength slipping away.

Michael Cole, his voice thick with emotion, called the final moments. "Benoit is in excruciating pain! He's trying everything, but Zlatan's got that hold locked in! Can Benoit find a way out?"

Tazz, recognizing the end was near, added, "This could be it, Cole! Benoit's at his limit—Zlatan's not letting go!"

With no options left and the pain overwhelming him, Benoit, hearing the chants of his fellow Canadians but knowing he had reached his breaking point, tapped out. The crowd gasped in a mixture of shock and disappointment as referee Charles Robinson called for the bell, signaling the end of the match.

The bell rang, its sound echoing through the arena, as Zlatan finally released the hold, collapsing to the mat in exhaustion. The crowd's cheers turned into respectful applause, recognizing the incredible effort both men had given in this epic battle.

At ringside, Tony Chimel, his voice clear and authoritative, announced the result. "Here is your winner, and still WWE Champion, Zlatan Ibrahimović!"

Zlatan lay on the mat, breathing heavily, the reality of his victory slowly sinking in. The crowd, though disappointed for Benoit, showed their respect for Zlatan's hard-fought victory, giving him a well-deserved ovation. The Lion of Rosengård had successfully defended his title, celebrating the anniversary of his WWE debut in the most fitting way possible—by proving that he was, indeed, the champion.

The cameras captured the scene as Zlatan slowly made his way to his feet, the WWE Championship handed to him by the referee. He raised the title high above his head, the crowd acknowledging his victory with a mix of applause and admiration for the effort both competitors had shown.

Michael Cole, wrapping up the moment, said, "What a match, what a battle! Both men gave it everything they had, but tonight, Zlatan Ibrahimović walks out of the Bell Centre still the WWE Champion!"

Tazz, equally respectful, added, "That was an incredible display of heart, determination, and pure willpower, Cole. Benoit pushed Zlatan to his absolute limit, but tonight belongs to Zlatan. What a way to celebrate his anniversary in WWE!"

As Zlatan stood tall in the ring, the WWE Championship draped over his shoulder, the fans in the Bell Centre continued to applaud, knowing they had just witnessed a match for the ages. The Rabid Wolverine may have come up short, but he had fought valiantly, and the respect for both men was evident in the way the crowd continued to cheer.

The night belonged to Zlatan, but the memory of this epic battle would live on in the hearts of the fans for years to come. The Lion of Rosengård had roared, and in doing so, he had cemented his legacy as one of WWE's great champions.

The Bell Centre was still buzzing with energy as Zlatan Ibrahimović, WWE Championship draped over his shoulder, made his way out of the ring and towards the crowd. The atmosphere was electric, and the fans were on their feet, showing their appreciation for the incredible match they had just witnessed. Zlatan, still feeling the adrenaline from his hard-fought victory, spotted a fan holding a unique flag—a Swedish flag stitched together with a Canadian flag.

This flag, a symbol of the international appeal of WWE, had been given to Zlatan earlier in the evening with a promise that he would return it after the match. True to his word, Zlatan carefully took the flag from the fan, acknowledging the gesture with a nod and a smile. The crowd cheered as Zlatan, holding both his championship and the flag, slid back under the bottom rope and into the ring.

In a powerful moment that encapsulated the spirit of the evening, Zlatan laid the WWE Championship on top of the combined Swedish and Canadian flags at the center of the ring. The gesture was met with thunderous applause from the audience, who recognized the significance of the act. Photographers at ringside quickly snapped pictures, capturing the iconic image of the championship belt resting on the flags—a testament to the global reach of WWE and the respect between two fierce competitors.

Michael Cole, his voice filled with admiration, narrated the moment. "What a moment here, ladies and gentlemen. Zlatan Ibrahimović, still your WWE Champion, showing the international appeal of WWE with the Swedish and Canadian flags united under the WWE title. This is what WWE is all about—bringing the world together."

Tazz, equally moved, added, "It's a great sign of respect, Cole. Zlatan and Benoit gave everything they had in that ring tonight, and now this moment symbolizes the unity and respect that transcends the match itself."

As the fans continued to cheer, Benoit, still recovering from the grueling contest, approached Zlatan in the ring. The two men, both exhausted but full of respect for one another, shared a brief, but meaningful handshake in the center of the ring. The crowd erupted in applause, acknowledging the sportsmanship and respect between the two warriors.

Michael Cole couldn't contain his excitement as he spoke. "What an incredible match, and what a show of respect between these two competitors! Zlatan Ibrahimović and Chris Benoit just gave us a match for the ages, and now they're showing us what it means to be true champions."

Tazz, reflecting on the match's significance, added, "This is what it's all about, Cole. These two men went to war tonight, but at the end of the day, it's about respect. What a match, what a moment."

As the crowd continued to chant both men's names, Zlatan picked up the WWE Championship and the stitched flags. With a final glance around the arena, he carefully folded the flags and handed them back to the fan, fulfilling his promise. The fan, overwhelmed with emotion, gratefully accepted the flag, a memory that would last a lifetime.

With the championship still on his shoulder, Zlatan made his way to the ropes, exiting the ring to a standing ovation. The fans in the Bell Centre, fully aware that they had witnessed something special, continued to cheer as Zlatan walked up the ramp, the WWE Championship shining under the arena lights.

Michael Cole, wrapping up the moment, spoke with enthusiasm. "Ladies and gentlemen, Zlatan Ibrahimović is still the WWE Champion, and now he has a date with destiny. March 30th, Safeco Field, Seattle—WrestleMania for the WWE title against Brock Lesnar. What a journey it has been, and it's far from over."

Tazz, with a final thought, added, "WrestleMania is going to be huge, Cole. Zlatan versus Brock Lesnar—two of the biggest names in WWE going head-to-head for the biggest prize in the business. I can't wait!"

As Zlatan reached the top of the ramp, he turned back to the crowd one last time, raising the WWE Championship high above his head. The fans roared in approval, the image of Zlatan standing tall with the title a fitting end to an unforgettable night. With a nod to the fans, Zlatan disappeared backstage, leaving the crowd in awe as the show rolled on, the road to WrestleMania now firmly in sight.

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After the grueling match, Zlatan Ibrahimović walked through the dimly lit corridors of the Bell Centre, the WWE Championship resting proudly on his shoulder. His body was still aching from the battle with Chris Benoit, but the adrenaline from the victory kept him moving forward. As he turned a corner, he spotted Benoit, who was being tended to by a trainer. Despite the pain etched on his face, Benoit acknowledged Zlatan with a nod.

Zlatan approached Benoit, his expression one of respect. "You put on one helluva performance out there, Chris. That was a war, and you pushed me to my limits. I've got nothing but respect for you."

Benoit, still catching his breath, managed a small smile. "You earned that win, Zlatan. You're a helluva champion. But remember, I'll be coming for that title again."

Before Zlatan could respond, they were interrupted by the sudden appearance of Triple H, the World Heavyweight Champion, in full ring gear, ready for his upcoming match against Shawn Michaels flanked by members of Evolution: Ric Flair, Randy Orton and Batista. The tension in the air was palpable as the two champions—one holding the WWE Championship, the other the World Heavyweight Championship—stood face to face.

Triple H's eyes locked onto the title on Zlatan's shoulder, a hint of disdain crossing his features. With a smirk, he finally spoke. "So, you're the WWE Champion now, huh? I guess you think that makes you better than the Game?"

Zlatan met Triple H's gaze with a calm smirk of his own. "Better? I'd say so. But don't worry, I won't get too used to it—because it's going to last for a very long time."

Triple H's expression darkened as he stepped closer, his voice low and filled with intensity. "Don't get ahead of yourself, kid. While you were kicking a ball around on some backyard pitch, I was in this ring, making a name for myself by beating the best this company has ever seen and winning championship after championship. You don't know what it takes to be on top."

Zlatan chuckled, shaking his head. "Is that so? Well, if I remember correctly, I was making a name for myself long before I stepped foot in WWE. I earned my wins through hard work and determination—unlike someone who dated the boss's daughter to get to the top."

Triple H's scowl deepened at the remark, his fists clenching at his sides. Zlatan leaned in, his voice just above a whisper. "And let's not forget, the last time we fought, I beat you in two straight falls at Armageddon. That win led me to the WWE Championship at the Royal Rumble, which, if I'm not mistaken, makes me the better man."

"Watch your mouth, kid," Flair cautioned, his voice dripping with authority. "You're talking to the greatest wrestler of all time—the Game, the franchise. Show some respect, or you'll learn what happens when you cross the wrong people."

Zlatan's eyes flicker over the young members of Evolution before returning to Triple H. "Looks like you've got some new stooges, Hunter. Here's a piece of friendly advice: You might be 'The Game,' but don't forget, every game has an end. And when that time comes, I'll be the one standing tall."

With that, Zlatan turns and walks away, leaving Triple H and Evolution standing in the corridor. The tension is thick as Zlatan disappears around the corner, the WWE Championship still proudly displayed on his shoulder.