A Few Days Later - Labatt Centre, London, Ontario
The weather was brisk as Zlatan Ibrahimović stepped out of the car and into the Labatt Centre, the venue for tonight's episode of SmackDown. It had been a whirlwind of activity since his grueling match with Chris Benoit, but the WWE Champion was focused, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. As he made his way through the hallways of the arena, nodding to crew members and fellow wrestlers alike, his thoughts were already on his upcoming match at WrestleMania.
Zlatan entered his locker room, closing the door behind him. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the arena outside. He placed his bag on a bench and then turned his attention to the WWE Championship, which he had carefully set down on a nearby table. The title gleamed under the fluorescent lights, a symbol of everything he had achieved and everything that was still to come.
As he stared at the championship, his thoughts drifted to the journey ahead—WrestleMania at Safeco Field, where he would defend his title against Brock Lesnar. The enormity of the challenge ahead was not lost on him. Brock was a beast, a force of nature who had bulldozed through the competition to earn his shot at the title. But Zlatan was not intimidated. He had faced down challenges all his life, both in and out of the ring. This was just another hurdle to overcome.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Zlatan, still staring at the championship, called out, "Come in."
The door opened, and one of SmackDown's producers stepped into the room. The producer was a familiar face, someone Zlatan had worked with many times before. He carried a clipboard, and his expression was all business.
"Zlatan," the producer began, "just wanted to let you know that you're kicking off the show tonight. You've got a promo to start things off."
Zlatan nodded, his expression thoughtful as he considered the weight of what he would say. Promos were an essential part of the business, a chance to connect with the audience and build the anticipation for what was to come. This one, in particular, would be crucial. The WWE Universe needed to hear from their champion, especially with WrestleMania looming so close.
"Got it," Zlatan replied, his voice steady. "Thanks for the heads-up."
The producer nodded, offering a brief smile. "You've got this, champ. See you out there."
As the producer left, closing the door behind him, Zlatan returned his gaze to the WWE Championship. The words he would say tonight began to form in his mind—words that would set the tone for the weeks leading up to WrestleMania. This promo wasn't just about hyping a match; it was about establishing his place as the reigning champion and making it clear that he wasn't planning on letting go of the title anytime soon.
He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead. The roar of the crowd, the electricity in the air, the pressure of the moment—it was all part of the life he had chosen, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
With a final glance at the WWE Championship, Zlatan stood up, his determination renewed. Tonight was just another step on the road to WrestleMania, another chance to prove that he was the best in the business. And he was ready to take it.
He left the locker room, his mind focused on the words he would deliver and the message he would send to Brock Lesnar, to the WWE Universe, and to anyone who doubted his reign as champion. Zlatan Ibrahimović was a man on a mission, and tonight, the world would see exactly what that meant.
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SmackDown - Live from the Forest City, London, Ontario
The lights in the Labatt Centre dimmed as the opening strains of "The Lion" by RZA and GZA began to play. The crowd erupted in cheers as the WWE Champion, Zlatan Ibrahimović, emerged onto the entrance stage. Dressed in his street clothes, Zlatan looked every bit the athlete and champion that he was. He wore a sleek, black athletic jacket with subtle gold accents, the zipper pulled down just enough to reveal a fitted white T-shirt underneath. His pants were tailored yet casual, black joggers with a gold stripe down the side, matching the jacket. On his feet were a pair of black and gold high-top sneakers, completing the look that blended his sports background with his status as WWE's top star. The WWE Championship was securely fastened around his waist, glinting under the arena lights.
Michael Cole, excited as ever, called the action from ringside alongside his co-commentator, Tazz. "Ladies and gentlemen, SmackDown is coming to you live from the Forest City, London, Ontario, and we're kicking things off with the WWE Champion, the Lion of Rosengård, Zlatan Ibrahimović!"
As Zlatan made his way down the ramp, the camera panned across the excited crowd, capturing the signs fans had brought to show their support for the champion. Some read, "The Lion Rules the Jungle!" and "Zlatan Everyone," while others proclaimed, "Rosengård's Finest!" and "The Real King of the Ring!" Swedish flags waved in the crowd, a nod to Zlatan's heritage, as well as homemade signs with slogans like "Zlatan: Unstoppable Force!" and "Benoit Was Close, But Zlatan's the Champ!"
Michael Cole continued, recalling the events of No Way Out just four days earlier. "Folks, it was just four days ago at No Way Out when Zlatan Ibrahimović defended his WWE Championship in an intense, back-and-forth match against Chris Benoit. It was a battle for the ages, and although Benoit came incredibly close to capturing the title, Zlatan managed to retain."
Tazz nodded in agreement, adding, "Yeah, Cole, Benoit put up one helluva fight. He pushed Zlatan to his limits, but at the end of the night, Zlatan showed why he's the champ. Benoit was this close to winning that title, but Zlatan found a way to keep it around his waist."
As Zlatan reached the ring, he paused at the bottom of the ramp, taking in the sea of signs and the roaring crowd. The WWE Universe was firmly behind him, their cheers echoing through the arena as Zlatan unfastened the WWE Championship from his waist and raised it high above his head. The crowd's reaction grew even louder, a show of respect for the man who had proven himself time and again.
With the title still held aloft, Zlatan climbed the steel steps and entered the ring, his every movement exuding confidence. He circled the ring, acknowledging the fans before stopping in the center. The music began to fade, replaced by the deafening cheers of the audience. Zlatan lowered the championship and draped it over his shoulder, his expression serious as he prepared to address the crowd.
Michael Cole, sensing the significance of the moment, spoke in a tone that matched the atmosphere. "You can feel it in the air, Tazz. The WWE Champion is about to speak, and after that incredible match with Benoit, you know he's got a lot on his mind. WrestleMania is just around the corner, and the road to Safeco Field is heating up."
Tazz added, "Absolutely, Cole. Zlatan's got Brock Lesnar waiting for him at WrestleMania, but you know he's not backing down from any challenge. This is the guy who's taken on everyone and come out on top."
The crowd finally began to quiet down, anticipation building as they waited for their champion to speak. Zlatan raised the microphone to his lips, the intensity in his eyes reflecting the magnitude of the journey ahead. Safeco Field, WrestleMania, and Brock Lesnar were all in his sights, and tonight, the Lion of Rosengård was ready to make his intentions clear.
"Montreal, huh?" Zlatan began, his tone light, a hint of humor in his voice. "I have to say, after going toe-to-toe with Chris Benoit, I think I've learned something important. If you want to get the best out of a Canadian, just tell them they have to beat a Swede in front of their hometown crowd. Trust me, they'll give you everything they've got."
The crowd chuckled, appreciating the playful jab. Zlatan's smile widened, feeding off their energy. "But all jokes aside, Benoit brought it. He pushed me to my limit, and it was one helluva match. But… did you hear much about it after the show? No, because our big win got overshadowed by a little bit of controversy."
The crowd buzzed as Zlatan continued, his tone turning more serious. "I'm talking about Vince McMahon—our fearless leader—screwing Hulk Hogan out of his match against The Rock. Once again, Vince decided to play puppet master, helping The Rock beat Hogan with a little extra help, thanks to a bribe for a referee."
Boos cascaded down from the audience, the mere mention of Vince's actions drawing ire from the crowd. Zlatan nodded, letting the boos settle before continuing. "And I get it, Hulkamaniacs. You've got every right to be mad. But let's be honest, the McMahons have always been a bit… unconventional. I mean, just look at the family history. Stephanie had that lovely Vegas wedding with Triple H—what was it? The night before she was supposed to marry Test? And then there's Shane, buying WCW right out from under his father's nose."
The crowd erupted in laughter, appreciating Zlatan's sharp wit and biting humor.
Michael Cole, from the commentary desk, couldn't help but join in. "Zlatan's got a point, Tazz. The McMahons are no strangers to family drama."
Tazz chuckled, adding, "Dysfunctional? That's putting it mildly, Cole. The McMahons are the most entertaining mess in sports entertainment!"
Zlatan, feeding off the crowd's reaction, continued. "You know, it's pretty clear that the McMahon family is more dysfunctional than the Jacksons. And trust me, if Shane and Stephanie had grown up in my mother's house, she would have straightened them out with a pair of spoons."
The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter, the mental image of a young Shane and Stephanie getting disciplined by Zlatan's mother striking a chord with the fans.
Zlatan grinned, pausing to let the laughter die down. "For the sake of humanity, let's hope the next generation of McMahon kids doesn't end up any more screwed up than the usual in the McMahon clan."
The crowd cheered, fully on board with Zlatan's light-hearted roast of the WWE's first family.
Michael Cole chimed in, "Zlatan's got a point, Tazz. The McMahon family's got a history of wild decisions."
Tazz added with a chuckle, "Yeah, Cole, if anyone could straighten out the McMahons, it'd be Zlatan's mom with those spoons!"
Zlatan's tone shifted slightly as he continued, now focusing on The Rock. "And speaking of being screwed up, let's talk about the so-called People's Champion, The Rock. Or should I say, the people's sellout? You see, it's clear to me that a little bit of Hollywood glamour has gone straight to his head. The jabroni-beating, pie-eating, ass-kissing, cowardly bull, slower-than-the-buck, is headed straight for a future where he stars in B movies like… I don't know… 'The Toilet King,' or 'Cowardly Bull,' or maybe 'The Overgrown Man Gorilla.'"
The crowd burst into laughter at Zlatan's mockery of The Rock, the playful jabs hitting their mark.
Michael Cole, still laughing, added, "Zlatan's taking shots at The Rock, and he's not pulling any punches, Tazz!"
Tazz, chuckling, responded, "The Toilet King? That's a new one, Cole! But you know, Zlatan might be onto something."
Zlatan smirked, letting the crowd's laughter fade before shifting his attention once more. "And then there's Kurt Angle. Ol' Kurt and his new stooges—Charlie Haas, Shelton Benjamin, and their agent, Paul 'The Walrus' Heyman. Kurt still wants the WWE title back. But guess what? He had his rematch, and he blew it. I beat him not once but three times. which shows that Zlatan Ibrahimovic is the better man than Kurt Angle."
The crowd cheered, fully backing their champion as Zlatan prepared to continue.
But before Zlatan could address WrestleMania and his upcoming match against Brock Lesnar, an all-too-familiar theme song blared through the arena speakers. The crowd's reaction was immediate—a chorus of boos filled the Labatt Centre as Mr. McMahon's theme hit. The Chairman of the Board, Vince McMahon, strutted down the ramp in his signature style, a confident swagger in his step despite the hostile reception from the fans.
Zlatan sighed audibly, rolling his eyes in mock frustration as he turned to face the ramp, knowing that his speech was about to be interrupted. The crowd continued to boo as Vince made his way down to the ring, his trademark strut only fueling their disdain.
Michael Cole, recognizing the significance of the interruption, said, "Uh-oh, Tazz. Here comes Mr. McMahon, and he doesn't look too happy with what Zlatan's been saying."
Tazz, ever the opportunist, added, "The boss is in the building, Cole. Zlatan might've pushed one too many buttons tonight."
Zlatan adjusted the WWE Championship on his shoulder, maintaining his composure as Vince finally entered the ring. The tension in the arena was thick as the two stared each other down, the boos from the crowd only growing louder.
Vince McMahon, his face stern, raised a microphone to his lips, ready to respond to the WWE Champion's scathing remarks.
And so, the stage was set for an explosive confrontation between the WWE Champion and the Chairman of the Board, the road to WrestleMania getting more treacherous with every step.
The Labatt Centre was filled with tension as Mr. McMahon stood in the ring, microphone in hand, ready to address the WWE Champion, Zlatan Ibrahimović. But before Vince could even get a word out, the fans in London, Ontario, erupted into a chant that had become all too familiar over the years—a chant of "Asshole! Asshole!" echoed through the arena, directed squarely at the Chairman of the Board.
Vince McMahon's face twisted into a scowl, clearly irritated by the anatomy-based chant. He raised the microphone, about to speak, but the chants only grew louder, fueled by the fans' disdain.
Zlatan, ever the opportunist, leaned casually against the ropes, a playful smirk on his face. He looked out at the crowd, spotting a particularly enthusiastic fan near the front row. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Zlatan pointed toward the fan and asked, "Did you just call him that?" The fan eagerly nodded in response, drawing laughter and cheers from the crowd.
Vince, struggling to maintain his composure, took a deep breath, trying to calm himself from snapping at the "degenerate" fans. After a moment, he raised the microphone again, this time with a more controlled, though clearly irritated, tone.
"First of all," Vince began, glaring at the crowd, "I suggest you people show some respect while I'm out here. This is my ring, and you're here to listen to what I have to say."
The boos intensified, but Vince pressed on, determined to get his message across. "Now, as for the so-called 'Immortal' Hulk Hogan… the reason he's not here tonight is because of a 'family emergency.' At least, that's what he wants you all to believe. The truth is, Hulk Hogan is nothing more than a coward who can't face the reality of what happened at No Way Out. He can't stand the fact that I outsmarted him once again, just like I've done for years."
The crowd continued to boo, but Vince ignored them, his focus on making his point. "You see, Hogan has spent his entire career hiding behind his 'Hulkamaniacs,' using you people as a shield to protect him from the real world. But at No Way Out, I showed the world the truth. I showed you all that Hulk Hogan is nothing but a washed-up has-been who's too scared to admit that his time is over."
Vince's voice grew more passionate, his disdain for Hogan clear. "That's why I screwed Hulk Hogan. Because he's not the hero you all think he is. He's a coward, a man who can't face the fact that he's no longer the icon he once was. And I, Vince McMahon, am the one who exposed him for what he really is—a relic of the past, desperately clinging to the spotlight that no longer belongs to him."
The boos from the crowd were deafening, but Vince continued, now turning his attention to Zlatan. "And as for you, Zlatan… I did not appreciate the remarks you made about my family earlier. You may be the WWE Champion, but that doesn't give you the right to belittle my children. Shane and Stephanie are McMahons, and that means they are better than everyone in this arena, including you."
Zlatan, feigning boredom, let out an exaggerated yawn, clearly unimpressed by Vince's speech. The crowd laughed, sensing that Zlatan was about to turn the tables on the Chairman.
"Well, 'Mr. McMahon,'" Zlatan began, his voice dripping with mock politeness, "I wasn't belittling your kids. I was simply telling the truth. And I think these fans here in London want to say something to you."
Right on cue, the crowd began to chant, "Hogan! Hogan! Hogan!" The chant grew louder with each passing second, filling the arena as the fans expressed their support for the legendary Hulk Hogan.
Vince's scowl deepened, his frustration evident as he shouted into the microphone, "Shut up while I'm out here! I'm the Chairman of the Board, and I demand respect!"
But the fans were relentless, continuing to chant Hogan's name, drowning out Vince's words. Zlatan, still smirking, leaned back against the ropes, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Michael Cole, from the commentary desk, couldn't help but comment, "Mr. McMahon is losing control of this situation, Tazz. The fans are clearly behind Hogan and Zlatan tonight!"
Tazz, chuckling at the scene, added, "I don't think Vince expected this kind of reaction, Cole. He's used to getting his way, but these fans aren't having any of it."
Vince, now visibly seething, struggled to regain control of the situation. But with the crowd firmly behind Zlatan and Hogan, it was clear that the Chairman was fighting a losing battle. The stage was set for an explosive confrontation, and the WWE Universe knew that this was just the beginning of a rivalry that would shake the company to its core.
The crowd in the Labatt Centre was fully behind Zlatan Ibrahimović as he stood in the ring, the WWE Championship draped over his shoulder. Mr. McMahon, still fuming from the relentless chants of "Hogan! Hogan! Hogan!" and the earlier verbal jabs from Zlatan, was visibly seething. The tension between the two was palpable, and the fans eagerly awaited Zlatan's response to Vince's tirade.
Zlatan, ever composed, raised the microphone to his lips, his voice calm and measured as he began to speak. "You know, Vince, it's really amazing that Linda hasn't asked for a divorce yet, given your history. I mean, with all your little… 'extracurricular activities' over the years—Torrie Wilson, Trish Stratus… By the way, Trish has had a few not-so-nice things to say about your so-called 'genetic jackhammer.' Really? That's what you call yourself? That's a bit much, don't you think?"
The crowd erupted into laughter, enjoying Zlatan's blunt humor and his ability to cut through Vince's facade. Vince's face turned an even deeper shade of red, his anger barely contained as he glared at the WWE Champion.
Michael Cole, from the commentary desk, couldn't help but comment, "Zlatan's not holding back, Tazz. He's taking Mr McMahon to task in front of the entire WWE Universe!"
Tazz, laughing along with the crowd, added, "Zlatan's got guts, Cole. He's saying what everyone's been thinking, and Mr McMahon doesn't look too happy about it!"
Zlatan, unfazed by Vince's growing fury, continued, "You see, Vince, if I were your son, and you were married to my mother, she'd put you in the doghouse so fast your head would spin. And for all his faults, my dad is a better man than you ever were. He knows the meaning of loyalty, respect, and honor—concepts that seem to escape you."
The crowd cheered, appreciating the personal touch Zlatan brought to the conversation, contrasting his own family values with the dysfunction of the McMahons.
Zlatan stepped closer to Vince, his tone taking on a more serious edge. "And let me give you a little piece of advice, Vince. If you ever consider trying to pull one over on Zlatan Ibrahimović, just ask your ex-son-in-law how that went down. I'm sure he can tell you all about it."
The crowd roared in approval, remembering how Zlatan had bested Triple H in the past, proving himself as a force to be reckoned with. Vince's scowl deepened, the reminder of his daughter's ex-husband and Zlatan's previous victories clearly hitting a nerve.
Michael Cole, sensing the tension, remarked, "Zlatan's not just defending himself—he's making it clear that he's not someone to be messed with, even by the Chairman of the WWE!"
Tazz added, "Mr McMahon might want to think twice before trying to cross Zlatan, Cole. The champ's made it clear he's not afraid of anyone, including the McMahons."
Zlatan, now standing tall and confident, looked Vince square in the eye, his message unmistakable. The WWE Champion had made it clear that he wasn't intimidated by the Chairman, and if Vince thought he could manipulate or undermine him, he was sorely mistaken.
Vince, his face a mask of controlled fury, seemed to struggle for a response. The crowd continued to cheer for Zlatan, fully behind the champion who had stood his ground against the most powerful man in WWE.
The confrontation between the WWE Champion and the Chairman of the Board was far from over, but for now, Zlatan had made his point. The fans knew that this was just the beginning of a power struggle that would have far-reaching consequences, both in and out of the ring.
Vince McMahon's face was a mask of barely controlled rage as he stepped closer to Zlatan Ibrahimović, the tension in the air so thick it was almost tangible. The crowd fell into an uneasy silence, sensing the intensity of the moment as Vince's eyes burned with anger.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Vince spat, his voice low but seething with fury. "Who the hell do you think you are to speak to me like that?"
Zlatan remained calm, standing his ground as Vince's words dripped with venom.
"You think you're something special, don't you, Zlatan? You think because you've got that WWE Championship around your waist, you can talk to me—me—like that? Let me remind you of something. While you were living in a broken-down apartment back in Sweden, scraping by, dreaming of making something of yourself, I was here, in America, creating history. I built this company with my bare hands. I made WWE the global phenomenon that it is today."
Vince's voice rose, each word laced with disdain. "I was the one who took on the entire world, who crushed my competition, who turned professional wrestling into sports entertainment. I created legends, icons, superstars—people whose names will live on forever. While you were just another nobody in a rundown neighborhood, I was making building an empire!"
The crowd watched in tense silence as Vince's words hung in the air, the contrast between the lives of the WWE Champion and the Chairman laid bare. Zlatan remained stoic, but the tension between the two men was palpable, the confrontation reaching a boiling point.
Vince, his eyes never leaving Zlatan's, continued. "So don't you ever forget who you're talking to. I am Vince McMahon, damn it! And I can make or break anyone I choose—including you."
The threat in Vince's words was unmistakable, but Zlatan didn't flinch, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to Vince's barely contained rage. The crowd could feel the intensity of the moment, knowing that this confrontation was far from over. The power struggle between the WWE Champion and the Chairman of the Board had just reached a new level, and the consequences were sure to be explosive.
Zlatan Ibrahimović stood firm, unfazed by Vince McMahon's fiery outburst. The WWE Champion's calm demeanor contrasted sharply with the controlled fury of the Chairman of the Board. As the crowd watched with bated breath, Zlatan raised the microphone to respond, his voice steady and measured.
"You're right, Vince," Zlatan began, acknowledging the points Vince had made. "You did build an empire. You turned WWE into a global phenomenon. But let's not rewrite history here. If I remember rightly, a large part of that success, that empire, is owed to one man—Hulk Hogan."
The mention of Hogan's name drew a mixed reaction from the crowd, but there was no denying the truth in Zlatan's words. "Even back home in Rosengård," Zlatan continued, "when I was just a kid playing football near my mother's house, the name Hulk Hogan was forever associated with sports entertainment. Everyone knew who Hogan was. There wouldn't be a WWE without Hulk Hogan."
The crowd murmured in agreement, and Zlatan pressed on, his gaze locked on Vince. "But of course, Vince, I've heard the stories. Stories of how you used, abused, hurt, and destroyed the people who worked for you. The people who broke their backs to make this company what it is today. You've left a trail of broken lives and shattered dreams in your wake. And let me tell you something, Vince—Ibrahimović is not one of your pawns."
The crowd erupted in cheers, fully behind Zlatan's defiance in the face of Vince's power. The tension in the ring was palpable, the atmosphere electric as the confrontation between the two men escalated.
Zlatan leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a more pointed tone as he delivered his final blow. "And of course, let's not forget, if it weren't for Hogan's testimony during your trial, you'd be in prison right now… dropping the soap."
The crowd gasped, a mixture of shock and laughter rippling through the arena at Zlatan's audacious remark. Vince's face darkened, his expression twisting into one of pure rage. His hands clenched into fists, and he muttered under his breath, "You son of a bitch…"
The words were low but filled with venom, barely audible over the crowd's reaction. Zlatan, still calm, simply stared back at Vince, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, knowing that he had struck a nerve. The WWE Champion had made his point—he wasn't intimidated by Vince McMahon, and he wouldn't be another victim in the Chairman's long history of manipulation and control.
The crowd sensed that this confrontation was far from over, and the animosity between the two men was now at a boiling point. The stage was set for an explosive continuation of their power struggle, with the entire WWE Universe eagerly watching to see what would happen next.
Vince McMahon, his face flushed with anger, barely contained the fury boiling inside him. The crowd's reaction, along with Zlatan's audacious words, had pushed him to the edge. The Chairman of the Board was not someone to be disrespected, especially not in front of the WWE Universe.
His voice, usually controlled and measured, came out in a venomous snarl as he spat out his response. "You think you can stand there and mock me, you arrogant son of a bitch? You think you can throw my past in my face and get away with it? You don't know who the hell you're dealing with, Zlatan!"
Vince's eyes were wide with fury, his hands trembling as he pointed a finger directly at Zlatan. "Hulk Hogan might've been the face, the so-called hero, butIwas the one who pulled the the one who made the decisions that turned this company into what it is today! And don't you dare forget it."
The crowd was on edge, the tension in the ring so thick you could cut it with a knife. Vince's voice grew louder, each word dripping with venom. "You think you're untouchable? You think because you're holding that title, you can talk to me like I'm nothing? I made you, Zlatan! I gave you this platform, this spotlight, this opportunity to be where you are today!"
Vince took a step closer, his face just inches from Zlatan's. "And let me tell you something, you smug bastard—nobody, and I mean nobody, mocks Vince McMahon and gets away with it. I've brought down men bigger, stronger, and more dangerous than you. I've destroyed careers, ended lives in this business, and if you keep pushing me, I'll make sure you regret every single word that just came out of your mouth!"
The crowd erupted in a mixture of boos and cheers, the animosity between the two men reaching a fever pitch. Vince's breathing was heavy, his chest heaving as he glared at Zlatan, daring the WWE Champion to say something more.
Zlatan stood his ground, unfazed by Vince's outburst. The tension was at its peak, and it was clear that this battle of words was far from over. Vince McMahon wasn't going to lay down and take the insult, and the WWE Universe knew that whatever came next would be nothing short of explosive.
Zlatan Ibrahimović stood in the ring, WWE Championship slung over his shoulder, his expression shifting from a stern focus to a smirk as Vince McMahon spat out his words of fury. The WWE Champion, ever the strategist, realized that there was little more to gain from trading verbal jabs with the Chairman. He had made his point, and now, with a smirk, he decided it was time to move on to more important matters—like his upcoming title defense against Brock Lesnar at WrestleMania.
Without another word, Zlatan turned his back on Vince and began to walk away, leaving the Chairman standing in the ring, taken off guard by the sudden dismissal. The crowd was a mix of cheers and murmurs, sensing that something was about to happen.
Vince, caught off guard and enraged by Zlatan's audacity, called out after him, "Hey! Get back here! I'm not finished with you, damn it!"
But Zlatan didn't look back, continuing up the ramp as Vince's voice grew more desperate. "I said get back here, Zlatan! You don't walk away from me!"
The WWE Champion paused at the top of the ramp, turning slightly to acknowledge Vince with a calm expression. The crowd quieted, sensing the tension, as Zlatan raised the microphone to his lips, delivering his final words with a cool, calculated tone.
"You know, Vince, I was going to say something more, but then I realized… why waste my time? I've got a WWE Championship to defend at WrestleMania against Brock Lesnar. That's where my focus is."
The crowd cheered, fully behind the champion as he subtly reminded everyone of the looming WrestleMania showdown.
But then, with a knowing grin, Zlatan added, "Oh, but before I go, Vince, I do have one last thing to say. A message, actually. From Hulk Hogan himself."
The crowd erupted into chants of "What!" as the WWE Universe leaned in to hear what Zlatan would say next.
Zlatan played to the crowd, his voice steady and deliberate as he continued. "Seattle, Washington."
"What!" the crowd chanted.
"March 30."
"What!"
"WrestleMania 19."
"What!"
Zlatan paused, letting the anticipation build before delivering the final blow. "It's going to be a good old-fashioned street fight between the Hulkster and Vince McMahon."
The crowd exploded in cheers, the realization of what was just announced sending shockwaves through the arena.
"What!" they chanted again, but this time in disbelief and excitement.
Zlatan, turning to face the ring one last time, delivered his parting words with a grin. "Hogan's going to show the world that Hulkamania is still running wild at the grandest stage of them all, brother."
The arena erupted, the fans fully behind the announcement as they cheered for the impending street fight between Hulk Hogan and Vince McMahon at WrestleMania. The chants of "Hogan! Hogan! Hogan!" filled the air as Zlatan turned to leave, the crowd's energy fueling his every step.
Michael Cole, clearly stunned, exclaimed, "Did you hear that, Tazz? Hogan versus McMahon in a street fight at WrestleMania! This is huge!"
Tazz, equally excited, added, "Zlatan just outmaneuvered the boss, Cole! Vince was so focused on taking Zlatan down, and now he's got Hulk Hogan to worry about at WrestleMania. This is going to be incredible!"
As Zlatan disappeared backstage, the camera panned back to the ring, where Vince McMahon stood, his face twisted in a mixture of shock and seething anger. The Chairman of the Board had been outplayed in front of the entire WWE Universe, and now he had a date with destiny at WrestleMania 19.
The stage was set for an explosive showdown at the grandest stage of them all, with the WWE Champion walking away victorious in this verbal battle, leaving Vince McMahon fuming in his wake. The road to WrestleMania had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.
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Backstage at the Labatt Centre
The camera panned to a familiar scene backstage: Brock Lesnar, the powerhouse and winner of the Royal Rumble, was preparing for his upcoming two-on-one handicap match against the WWE Tag Team Champions, Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin. Brock, still riding high from his victory at No Way Out, was lacing up his boots with a look of focused determination. The memory of his win in the six-man tag team match, where he teamed with the Guerreros to take on Team Angle, played over in his mind, fueling his confidence.
As Brock finished tightening his laces, the sound of footsteps approached, and he looked up to see the WWE Champion, Zlatan Ibrahimović, walking toward him. Zlatan, still in his street clothes from earlier, wore a relaxed but purposeful expression. The two titans of WWE, who had both made their debuts in Montreal on March 18, 2002, now stood face-to-face in the same locker room, each with their own path to WrestleMania.
Zlatan nodded in acknowledgment, a small grin on his face as he addressed Brock. "Lesnar. Looking ready for your match tonight."
Brock returned the nod, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "You know it, Zlatan. After No Way Out, I'm feeling pretty good about where things are headed. Took care of business with Team Angle, and now I've got Haas and Benjamin to deal with."
Zlatan chuckled, appreciating Brock's confidence. "Yeah, you definitely made a statement at No Way Out. You and the Guerreros handled Team Angle pretty well. And to think, Montreal… where it all began for both of us. March 18, 2002—feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?"
Brock leaned back slightly, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Yeah, it does. Who would've thought that two guys debuting on the same night would end up headlining WrestleMania just two years later?"
Zlatan's grin widened. "It's been one helluva journey, that's for sure. Montreal was the start of something big for both of us. And now, we've got the biggest stage of all waiting for us—WrestleMania."
Brock's expression turned serious, his focus shifting to the impending battle at the grandest stage of them all. "WrestleMania is where everything comes together, Zlatan. I've been waiting for this moment ever since I won the Royal Rumble. I'm coming for that WWE Championship, and nothing's going to stop me."
Zlatan's eyes narrowed slightly, his own competitive spirit shining through. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Brock. But just a friendly reminder—stay healthy. You've got Haas and Benjamin tonight, but I need you in top shape for WrestleMania. No excuses."
Brock's smirk returned, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Don't worry about me, Zlatan. I'm a machine. I'll make it to WrestleMania just fine. But you? You should worry about making it there with that title still around your waist."
The tension between the two men was palpable, but there was also a mutual respect. They both knew that WrestleMania would be the ultimate test, the place where their paths would collide in a battle for the WWE Championship.
Zlatan nodded, the hint of a smile still on his face. "We'll see, Brock. We'll see. But until then, good luck out there tonight. I'll be watching."
Brock nodded back, his expression resolute. "Same to you, Zlatan. See you at WrestleMania."
With that, Zlatan turned and walked away, leaving Brock to finish his preparations. The camera lingered on Brock for a moment, capturing the intensity in his eyes as he watched Zlatan leave. The road to WrestleMania was set, and the two most dominant forces in WWE were on a collision course that would culminate on the grandest stage of them all.
The scene faded out, leaving the anticipation of their impending clash hanging in the air, as the WWE Universe eagerly awaited what would happen next.
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Main Event - 2-on-1 Handicap Match: Brock Lesnar vs. Team Angle (Charlie Haas & Shelton Benjamin)
The atmosphere in the Labatt Centre was electric as Brock Lesnar, the one-man wrecking crew, took on the formidable WWE Tag Team Champions, Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin, in a 2-on-1 handicap match. Kurt Angle, the captain of Team Angle, stood at ringside alongside Paul Heyman, his presence adding an extra layer of tension to the bout. The numbers game was clearly in Team Angle's favor, with Angle and Heyman constantly interfering, trying to tip the scales against Lesnar.
Michael Cole, from the commentary desk, narrated the action, his voice filled with excitement. "Brock Lesnar is in an uphill battle here, folks! The odds are stacked against him, with Kurt Angle and Paul Heyman at ringside. Team Angle is as dangerous as they come, and they're doing everything they can to keep Lesnar down!"
Tazz, Cole's co-commentator, added, "No doubt, Cole! Haas and Benjamin are the real deal—WWE Tag Team Champions for a reason. But Brock Lesnar is showing why he's called 'The Next Big Thing.' The power, the intensity—this guy is a freak of nature!"
Despite the overwhelming odds, Lesnar powered through, showcasing the same brute strength and tenacity that had earned him the King of the Ring title and the WWE Championship. The match was a hard-fought battle, with Lesnar absorbing punishment from the champions while fending off interference from Angle and Heyman.
But as the match neared its climax, Lesnar managed to isolate Shelton Benjamin, hoisting him onto his shoulders. The crowd roared as Lesnar hit the F5 with thunderous impact. The referee dropped down for the count.
"One… Two… Three!"
Michael Cole exclaimed, "Lesnar does it! Brock Lesnar overcomes the odds and picks up the win over Team Angle! What a performance!"
Tazz, equally impressed, added, "That's why they call him 'The Next Big Thing,' Cole! Lesnar just put the entire WWE locker room on notice!"
As Lesnar celebrated his hard-earned victory, Paul Heyman grumbled at ringside, visibly frustrated, while Kurt Angle was beside himself with anger. Angle knew that this victory meant Lesnar would get to pick anyone from Team Angle to face next week—a scenario that didn't bode well for the Olympic Gold Medalist.
The crowd's cheers suddenly turned into gasps as Lesnar, eyes locked on Heyman, remembered exactly who had betrayed him at Survivor Series, costing him the WWE Championship. With a menacing glare, Lesnar grabbed Heyman by the collar, dragging him into the ring. Heyman's face turned pale as he pleaded for mercy, his words barely audible over the roar of the crowd.
Michael Cole, his voice filled with tension, narrated the scene. "Lesnar hasn't forgotten, Tazz! Paul Heyman is the reason Brock lost the WWE title in the first place, and now Lesnar's got him in his sights!"
Tazz, sensing what was coming, added, "Heyman's in big trouble, Cole! Lesnar's about to make him pay!"
With Heyman pleading for his life, Lesnar scooped him onto his shoulder, clearly intent on delivering an F5 to his former agent. But before Lesnar could execute the move, Kurt Angle grabbed Heyman's leg, pulling him to safety. The crowd booed as Angle managed to save Heyman from Lesnar's wrath.
Michael Cole exclaimed, "Kurt Angle saves Paul Heyman! But now it's a two-on-one situation again, with Lesnar in the crosshairs!"
Charlie Haas, recovering from the earlier assault, jumped on Lesnar, and Angle quickly joined in. The two began laying heavy shots on Lesnar, trying to take him down. But Lesnar, fueled by rage and determination, fought back with rights, forearms, and kicks, showing the same tenacity that had carried him to the top of WWE.
Tazz, amazed by Lesnar's resilience, shouted, "Lesnar's a beast, Cole! He's taking on both Haas and Angle, and he's not backing down!"
Just as it seemed Lesnar might turn the tide, Haas delivered a knee to the gut, doubling Lesnar over. Angle and Haas whipped Lesnar across the ring, attempting a double team move. But Lesnar, ever the powerhouse, countered with a massive double clothesline, taking both men down.
The crowd erupted as Lesnar scooped Haas onto his shoulders and delivered a devastating powerslam, leaving Haas incapacitated for the moment. But before Lesnar could capitalize, Angle took advantage of the chaos, tripping Lesnar with a drop toe hold and locking in the ankle lock, trying to weaken Lesnar before WrestleMania.
Michael Cole, his voice filled with urgency, called the action. "Angle's got the ankle lock! He's trying to take Lesnar out before WrestleMania! This is all about survival, folks!"
Tazz added, "Angle's a master technician, Cole! If he can injure that ankle, Lesnar's chances at WrestleMania might be over!"
Angle, sensing victory, taunted Lesnar, talking trash as he wrenched the hold. But before Angle could do any serious damage, the crowd erupted as Zlatan Ibrahimović, the Lion of Rosengård, came sprinting down the ramp.
Michael Cole exclaimed, "Here comes Zlatan! The WWE Champion is here, and he's not going to let Angle take Lesnar out!"
Zlatan slid into the ring with lightning speed and delivered his signature superkick, the Lion's Roar, to Kurt Angle, breaking the ankle lock and sending Angle crashing to the mat. The crowd roared as Zlatan quickly turned to face Haas, who had recovered from the powerslam and was trying to sneak up on the champion. But Zlatan, with quick reflexes, ducked under Haas's cheap shot and hit another Lion's Roar, taking Haas down.
Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, narrated the scene. "Zlatan is cleaning house! He's keeping Lesnar healthy for WrestleMania, making sure no one takes out his challenger!"
Tazz, equally impressed, added, "Zlatan's got one goal, Cole—make sure Lesnar's at 100% for their match at WrestleMania. This guy's always thinking two steps ahead!"
As Zlatan stood tall, talking trash to both Angle and Haas, Lesnar slowly got to his feet behind him. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, sensing the tension between the two rivals. But before anything could happen, Shelton Benjamin, who had recovered from the earlier F5, tried to attack Lesnar from behind.
Lesnar reacted quickly, scooping Benjamin up for another F5, which he executed with devastating force. The crowd erupted as Benjamin was laid out, the message clear—Lesnar was ready for WrestleMania.
Michael Cole, in awe of the display, shouted, "Lesnar is unstoppable! He's taking out Team Angle one by one!"
Tazz added, "This is the guy who's going to WrestleMania, Cole! Lesnar's not backing down from anyone!"
As Zlatan exited the ring, having done what he set out to do, his theme song, "The Lion," played through the arena. The WWE Champion paused at the top of the ramp, turning back to glance at Lesnar, who was still in the ring, staring him down. The collision course between Zlatan and Lesnar was set, and the WWE Universe could feel the anticipation building.
Michael Cole, summing up the moment, said, "These two men are on a collision course for WrestleMania, Tazz! March 30th at Safeco Field—Zlatan versus Lesnar for the WWE Championship! It doesn't get any bigger than this!"
Tazz, equally hyped, added, "It's going to be a battle for the ages, Cole! Two of the biggest stars in WWE, face-to-face at WrestleMania. I can't wait!"
As the camera focused on the intense stare-down between Lesnar and Zlatan, the stage was set for the biggest match of the year. WrestleMania 19 was just around the corner, and the WWE Universe knew that they were in for an epic showdown between two of the most dominant forces in the history of the company.
AN: I'll be posting the remaining chapters today. And I appreciate the following. now for the sequel is in the works.