March 27, 2003 - SmackDown Live from HP Pavilion, San Jose, California
The show kicks off with a high-energy opening match between Matt Hardy Version 1 and his loyal follower, Shannon Moore, taking on Matt's WrestleMania challenger, Rey Mysterio, and newcomer Brian Kendrick. The action is fast-paced, with high-flying moves and plenty of back-and-forth action. In the end, Matt Hardy and Shannon Moore manage to pick up the win, much to the crowd's dismay.
However, things take a turn after the match as a brawl breaks out. Matt Hardy, seizing the opportunity, nails Rey Mysterio with a Twist of Fate, leaving the masked high-flyer down and out in the center of the ring. Matt, reveling in his victory, begins to taunt the fallen Rey, trash-talking over his prone body.
Suddenly, the arena lights dim, and the unmistakable beat of "The Lion" by RZA and GZA blares through the speakers. The crowd erupts into cheers as the WWE Champion, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, storms out from the back, his WWE Title around his waist and a sledgehammer in hand. He looks furious, clearly still simmering from the events of last week.
Michael Cole exclaims, "Here comes the Lion of Rosengård, and he's got a sledgehammer! Looks like Zlatan is in a foul mood after what happened last week!"
Tazz adds, "You're damn right, Cole! Zlatan looks like he's ready to tear someone apart tonight!"
Zlatan marches down the ramp with a purpose, his eyes locked on the ring. Matt Hardy, now visibly stunned, stands his ground but immediately regrets it as Zlatan slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. Without hesitation, Matt Hardy steps up, getting in Zlatan's face, clearly agitated.
Matt sneers, "Who the hell do you think you are, coming down here?"
But Zlatan, not in the mood for games, immediately swings the sledgehammer and connects it squarely with Matt Hardy's face, sending him crashing to the mat, unconscious. The crowd erupts in shock and excitement.
Michael Cole shouts, "Oh my God! Zlatan just took Matt Hardy out with a sledgehammer shot right to the face!"
Tazz responds, "Matt should've kept his mouth shut, Cole! Zlatan's not messing around tonight!"
Before Shannon Moore can react, Zlatan turns and nails him with the Lion's Roar, his devastating superkick, knocking Moore out cold. With both Matt and Shannon incapacitated, Zlatan looks around the ring, ensuring no one else will cause any trouble.
Michael Cole calls the action, "Zlatan is clearing house here! He's not taking any chances after what went down last week!"
Zlatan signals for a microphone, and Tony Chimel, at ringside, quickly hands one over to the WWE Champion. As the crowd continues to cheer, Zlatan takes a moment to listen to the "Ibra! Ibra!" chants echoing through the HP Pavilion, collecting his thoughts before speaking.
Zlatan raises the microphone, a determined look on his face. "Now that I've got everybody's attention… according to my calendar, the Triple Threat Match is just three days away," he begins, his voice calm but intense. "But, eh-eh!" Zlatan waves his finger in a dismissive gesture, "Zlatan isn't going to wait that long."
The crowd roars in approval, loving Zlatan's defiance.
He continues, "Let's talk about what happened last week. It was complete… pathetic." Zlatan pauses, his eyes narrowing, "And it's clear that Kurt Angle and his stooges are three pieces of…" He trails off, knowing he can't say it on national television, but the fans pick up on it, filling in the blank with shouts of "Shit!" from the audience.
Zlatan smirks at the response, "Exactly," he nods, "You know what I'm saying. But listen up… before this night is over, I'm going to send Team Angle a message about what happens when you screw over Zlatan Ibrahimovic."
The crowd cheers louder, sensing the intensity in Zlatan's voice.
He points the sledgehammer toward the entrance, "And by the time I'm done, they'll be spending the night in the ER, wondering what the hell just happened. Well, the answer is simple. Because they've been in Zlatan's world."
The fans erupt in cheers again, fully behind the WWE Champion's words. Michael Cole reacts, "Zlatan is fired up, and he's made it clear he's not waiting for WrestleMania to get his hands on Team Angle!"
Tazz agrees, "You're right, Cole! Team Angle better watch their backs because the Lion of Rosengård is on the prowl tonight!"
Zlatan drops the microphone with a determined look in his eyes, standing tall over the fallen Matt Hardy and Shannon Moore. The crowd continues to chant his name, knowing they are witnessing a man ready to take on all challengers, with or without waiting for the biggest stage of them all.
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As the crowd continues to buzz from Zlatan Ibrahimovic's intense promo, the camera abruptly cuts to the backstage area, where the unmistakable figure of Brock Lesnar is seen power-walking down a corridor. The intensity in his stride and the determined look on his face make it clear that Lesnar is not here to waste any time.
Michael Cole's voice comes in over the scene, "Ladies and gentlemen, we're backstage now, and it looks like Brock Lesnar has just arrived here at the HP Pavilion! And you can bet he's got a score to settle with Team Angle after what went down last week!"
Tazz chimes in, "Oh man, Cole, if I were Team Angle, I'd be getting real nervous right about now! Lesnar looks like he's ready to tear someone apart!"
Lesnar, his face a mask of focus and barely-contained rage, doesn't even stop to acknowledge the production staff or other wrestlers who quickly move out of his way as he storms through the corridor. His eyes are locked forward, and it's clear that he's on a mission — a mission to find Kurt Angle and his cronies.
The camera follows Lesnar as he makes his way through the backstage area, the tension in the arena growing with every step he takes. The fans watching on the screen in the arena begin to cheer, knowing that Lesnar, much like Zlatan, is not going to wait until WrestleMania to settle the score.
Michael Cole adds, "Brock Lesnar has one thing on his mind tonight, and that's retribution! After what Kurt Angle and Team Angle did to him last week, you know Lesnar is looking to deliver some payback!"
Tazz nods, "You can see it in his eyes, Cole. Lesnar is out for blood tonight, and I don't think anything or anyone is going to stop him from getting his hands on Team Angle!"
As Lesnar approaches the locker room area, the camera zooms in on his intense expression. He's just moments away from confronting the men who ambushed him last week, and the anticipation in the arena reaches a fever pitch.
The camera cuts back to the live audience, who are on the edge of their seats, knowing that things are about to get explosive with both Zlatan Ibrahimovic and Brock Lesnar on the hunt for revenge against Team Angle.
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Later on SmackDown, the action picks up as Chavo Guerrero manages to score a victory over Shelton Benjamin with a well-executed Oklahoma Roll in a high-paced singles match. The crowd cheers as Eddie Guerrero, who has been at ringside for the entire match, slides into the ring to join his nephew, patting Chavo on the back and congratulating him on his hard-fought win.
However, before they can fully celebrate, they are blindsided by an ambush from behind. Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin, the WWE Tag Team Champions, storm into the ring and begin stomping furiously on the Guerreros. The crowd erupts with boos as Haas and Benjamin relentlessly assault Eddie and Chavo, clearly trying to send a message ahead of their Triple Threat Tag Team Title match this Sunday at WrestleMania.
The chaos quickly escalates as Chris Benoit and Rhyno rush down to the ring, joining the fray. What started as a sneak attack has turned into an all-out brawl between three teams set to compete for the WWE Tag Team Titles at WrestleMania. The ring becomes a scene of mayhem, with punches and kicks flying everywhere.
Suddenly, the familiar beat of "The Lion" by RZA and GZA hits, and the crowd explodes in cheers. The Lion of Rosengård, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, storms out onto the stage, making a beeline for the ring with a sledgehammer in hand. But he's not alone — right behind him, Brock Lesnar charges down the ramp, both men fired up and ready for a fight.
Michael Cole exclaims, "Here comes the WWE Champion, and he's brought backup! Zlatan Ibrahimovic and Brock Lesnar are here, and they're looking for payback!"
Tazz adds, "Oh, this is about to get ugly, Cole! Team Angle better be ready because they've got two of the toughest guys in the business heading their way!"
Zlatan wastes no time as he slides into the ring, swinging the sledgehammer with great effect. He delivers a shot to Eddie Guerrero, then turns and smashes Rhyno with another brutal strike, knocking both men down. Anyone who dares to stand in Zlatan's way gets a taste of the sledgehammer. Meanwhile, Brock Lesnar takes care of business on the other side of the ring, leveling Chavo and Chris Benoit with powerful clotheslines.
With the ring cleared of everyone else, Zlatan and Lesnar turn their focus to the WWE Tag Team Champions, who now look like a pair of deer caught in headlights. Haas and Benjamin, realizing the danger they're in, try to scramble away, but they're quickly caught by Zlatan and Lesnar.
The two powerhouses proceed to deliver a vicious beatdown. Zlatan lands several sledgehammer shots to Shelton Benjamin, while Brock Lesnar corners Charlie Haas, delivering a series of thunderous shoulder tackles to his midsection. The crowd roars in approval, loving every second of the arrogant Tag Team Champions being taken down a notch.
To round it off, Zlatan steps back, stomping the ground to signal for the Lion's Roar. Benjamin stumbles to his feet, dazed and vulnerable, while Lesnar scoops Haas onto his shoulders and delivers a massive F5. Zlatan charges out of the corner and connects with the Lion's Roar on Shelton, the superkick landing flush and dropping Benjamin like a stone.
Michael Cole, his voice filled with excitement, shouts, "Zlatan with the Lion's Roar! Lesnar with the F5! The Tag Team Champions have been laid out!"
Tazz adds, "Man, Cole, can you imagine what's going to go down in that Triple Threat Match for the WWE Title this Sunday at WrestleMania? If tonight was any indication, it's going to be an all-out war!"
As the dust settles, Zlatan and Lesnar stand tall in the middle of the ring, both men breathing heavily but looking completely focused and ready for WrestleMania. They exchange a nod of respect before exiting the ring, having taken out two members of Team Angle. The fans are on their feet, knowing that if this was just a preview, WrestleMania is set to be an explosive battle.
The camera pans over the chaos left in the ring: Haas and Benjamin laid out, and the rest of the competitors sprawled around the ring, clutching their wounds. Michael Cole concludes, "This Sunday, it's every man for himself, and I don't know if the ring can contain all this fury!"
Tazz responds, "You're right, Cole! It's going to be a WrestleMania to remember!"
The screen fades to black as the anticipation for WrestleMania reaches its peak, knowing that all-out war is just days away.
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John Cena, fresh off his victory over Rikishi and still riding high in his cocky "Doctor of Thuganomics" persona, strides through the backstage area. He's full of confidence, spitting out insults and calling out Brock Lesnar as he walks.
Cena, a heel with a swagger in his step, shouts, "Yo, Lesnar! You wanna mess with me? I'm right here, big boy! Come get some!"
He continues his search, barging through doors and looking around corners, clearly in the mood for a fight. Just then, Brock Lesnar appears, coming into Cena's line of sight. Lesnar smirks, sensing Cena's challenge, and goads him into a fight. "You looking for me, Cena? Bring it on!" Lesnar taunts, his voice filled with intensity.
Cena, never one to back down, charges at Lesnar, and the two begin trading blows in the hallway. Cena manages to tackle Lesnar, landing a few punches, but Lesnar's raw power quickly takes over. With a series of clubbing blows to Cena's back and head, Lesnar lifts him and hurls him into a stack of equipment cases, the sound echoing through the backstage area.
Michael Cole's voice comes over the scene, "Oh, here we go, Lesnar and Cena going at it backstage! This is turning into a real brawl, Tazz!"
Tazz adds, "Yeah, Cole, Lesnar's not in the mood to play tonight! Cena may have bitten off more than he can chew!"
Just as Lesnar turns his attention back to Cena, ready to deliver more punishment, Kurt Angle suddenly appears from the side, wielding a 2x4. Without warning, Angle swings it viciously, striking Lesnar squarely across the back, right into his injured ribs. Lesnar falls to the ground, clutching his ribs in agony, the pain clearly visible on his face.
Angle stands over the fallen Lesnar, his eyes wild with intensity, shouting, "Never! Never, Brock! You hear me? Never!" He's clearly intent on sending a message, repeatedly taunting Lesnar while he's down.
But before Angle can continue his assault, Zlatan Ibrahimovic comes charging in, sledgehammer in hand. With a powerful swing, Zlatan smashes the sledgehammer across Angle's back, bringing the Olympic Gold Medalist to his knees. The crowd roars in approval as Zlatan pays Angle back for last week's attack.
Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan with the sledgehammer! That's payback for last week!"
Tazz responds, "You knew this was coming, Cole! Zlatan wasn't gonna let Angle get away with it!"
Zlatan doesn't stop there; he delivers another brutal shot with the sledgehammer, this time to Angle's ribs, sending him down to the ground in pain. Zlatan kneels over a prone Angle, who's clutching his sides in agony, and leans in close, his voice low and menacing. "Three days, Kurt… you have three days. I'll see you at WrestleMania," Zlatan says, his eyes burning with intensity.
With Angle incapacitated, Zlatan turns his attention to Lesnar, who is groaning in pain, still clutching his injured ribs. Kneeling beside him, Zlatan checks on his rival and, tonight, his ally against Team Angle. Lesnar winces, his face twisted in pain. "Kurt… he might've re-injured my ribs," Lesnar groans, clearly in agony.
The tension between the three men reaches a boiling point, each of them battered and bruised, but none willing to back down. The stakes for WrestleMania couldn't be higher. Lesnar, Zlatan, and Angle are all heading into the biggest match of their careers with something to prove and a lot to settle.
Michael Cole wraps up, "Folks, the tension is at an all-time high between these three men! Lesnar, Zlatan, and Angle… all vying for the WWE Title this Sunday at WrestleMania! It's going to be an all-out war!"
Tazz adds, "You're right, Cole! All three of these guys are banged up, but they're not backing down. WrestleMania is gonna be explosive! I can't wait!"
The screen fades to black with the anticipation for WrestleMania reaching fever pitch, knowing that the clash between these three competitors will be one for the ages.
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After the adrenaline-charged SmackDown concluded, Zlatan Ibrahimovic returned to his hotel room in San Jose, feeling the intensity of the night still coursing through his veins. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the cool California night. Zlatan moved with purpose, methodically packing his belongings into a sleek, black suitcase. He knew he had a long journey ahead, one that would take him to the grandest stage of them all: WrestleMania in Seattle.
His mind raced as he folded a few shirts and tossed them into the suitcase, alongside his wrestling gear and a pair of carefully chosen suits. The WWE Championship belt, its gold plates gleaming even in the low light, sat on the bed, a constant reminder of what he was fighting to keep. Zlatan paused, his hand hovering over the belt, feeling the weight of the moment — the culmination of everything he'd worked for since stepping into the squared circle.
The events of the night played back in his mind like a highlight reel. The brawl with Kurt Angle and Team Angle, the payback he delivered with a sledgehammer — it all felt like a prelude to the war that awaited him in Seattle. A slight smile tugged at his lips. "Three days," he muttered under his breath, echoing the words he'd said to Kurt earlier. Just three days until WrestleMania, where everything would be on the line.
Zlatan zipped up his suitcase and set it by the door, his mind shifting to the upcoming flight to Seattle. He knew the city would be buzzing with anticipation. Fifty thousand fans would be filling Safeco Field, all eagerly waiting to see who would emerge victorious in the Triple Threat Match for the WWE Title. Lesnar, with his raw power and fierce determination; Angle, with his technical prowess and relentless drive; and himself, the Lion of Rosengård, ready to roar louder than ever.
He moved to the mirror and glanced at his reflection. He saw a man who had traveled an unconventional path — from the soccer fields of Malmö to the wrestling rings of Europe and finally to the pinnacle of sports entertainment in WWE. There was a hint of a smirk on his lips as he remembered those who had doubted him, those who had thought a footballer could never make it in pro wrestling. He had proven them all wrong.
Zlatan took a deep breath, steadying himself. He knew the stakes at WrestleMania were high. Brock Lesnar would be looking to reclaim the title he lost, and Kurt Angle would stop at nothing to prove he was still the best in the business. But Zlatan had something neither of them had — the fire of a man who had defied the odds at every turn, the heart of a champion who refused to be beaten.
He slipped on a black leather jacket, its weight familiar and comforting on his shoulders, and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. A text message flashed on the screen from Trish Stratus: "Good luck, Zlatan. I'll see you in Seattle. Make them remember why you're the champ."
He smiled at the message, his fingers tapping out a quick response: "They won't forget."
As he pocketed the phone, he picked up the WWE Championship belt from the bed and slung it over his shoulder. It felt heavy, but it was a weight he had grown accustomed to — a weight he was willing to bear for as long as he could. He walked to the door, took one last look around the hotel room, and flicked off the light.
Zlatan stepped into the hallway, his suitcase rolling behind him, the championship gold glinting under the fluorescent lights. He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline, the feeling that came before every big fight. But this time, it was different. WrestleMania was more than just another match. It was the defining moment of his career.
As he made his way to the elevator, his thoughts were clear, his mind focused on the task ahead. Seattle was waiting. WrestleMania was calling. And Zlatan Ibrahimovic was ready to answer, with a roar that would echo across the world.
The elevator doors opened, and Zlatan stepped inside, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The countdown to WrestleMania had begun, and he was more than prepared to make history.
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Background music starts: "Crack Addict" by Limp Bizkit, the official theme song of WrestleMania 19, blasts with a hard-hitting beat. The screen cuts from black to an intense montage of WWE superstars in action.
The screen flashes with the iconic WrestleMania logo, golden and bold, as the voiceover begins.
Voiceover (deep and powerful):
"On March 30th, the grandest stage of them all… returns."
The camera cuts to a dramatic shot of The Rock standing on the top turnbuckle, eyes intense, with the crowd roaring in the background. Quick cuts show Austin, staring back, his face determined, preparing for battle.
Voiceover:
"Two legends collide one more time… The Rock… versus Stone Cold Steve Austin… for the final chapter."
[Cut to fast-paced clips of their previous encounters, from WrestleMania 15 and 17, with Stone Cold hitting the Stunner and The Rock delivering the Rock Bottom. The rivalry intensifies. The screen flashes with the words: "The Rock vs. Austin III."]
[Transition to a shot of Triple H holding up the World Heavyweight Championship, his face set with determination. A quick cut shows Booker T, arms raised, eyes fierce, ready for his biggest fight.]
Voiceover:
"The Game… defends his throne… against the challenger, Booker T. Will the King be dethroned?"
Footage of Triple H delivering the Pedigree, intercut with Booker T executing his Spinaroonie, both men primed for the fight of their lives. The words flash: "World Heavyweight Championship: Triple H vs. Booker T."
The screen cuts to Shawn Michaels, standing in the ring, arms outstretched, with pyrotechnics exploding behind him. A quick montage shows highlights of his career: Sweet Chin Music, the ladder match against Razor Ramon, and his iconic entrance. Cut to Chris Jericho, staring intensely into the camera, a smirk on his face.
Voiceover:
"The Heartbreak Kid… returns to WrestleMania… after a 5-year absence… but can Shawn Michaels still deliver… against Y2J, Chris Jericho?"
Clips show Jericho mocking Michaels, HBK delivering a Sweet Chin Music, the crowd in a frenzy. The words flash: "Shawn Michaels vs. Chris Jericho."
The music intensifies, and the screen cuts to Vince McMahon, his face twisted with anger, yelling at the camera. Cut to Hulk Hogan, standing tall, ripping his shirt in classic Hogan fashion.
Voiceover:
"20 years in the making… the battle of egos… the battle for respect… Mr. McMahon… versus Hulk Hogan… in a street fight!"
[Cut to clips of Hogan and McMahon's confrontations over the years, ending with Vince glaring defiantly as Hogan points to the crowd, the words flash: "Street Fight: Mr. McMahon vs. Hulk Hogan."]
[The music reaches a crescendo, and the screen cuts to a split shot of Brock Lesnar, Kurt Angle, and Zlatan Ibrahimovic. Each man is shown in rapid succession: Lesnar hitting an F5, Angle locking in the Ankle Lock, Zlatan delivering the Lion's Roar.]
Voiceover:
"Three men… one championship… Brock Lesnar… Kurt Angle… Zlatan Ibrahimovic… for the WWE Championship!"
[The screen flashes with highlights: Lesnar suplexing Angle, Zlatan wielding a sledgehammer, Angle delivering the Angle Slam, and Zlatan holding the WWE Championship high. The words flash: "Triple Threat Match for the WWE Championship."]
[The screen fades to black as the WrestleMania logo appears again, larger and more golden than ever. The music from "Crack Addict" reaches its peak.]
Voiceover (more intense):
"WrestleMania 19… March 30th… The biggest night in sports entertainment. Don't miss it!"
[The screen fades to black with the final sound of the song, the WWE logo shining bright, the text underneath reads: "Available on Pay-Per-View." The screen fades out as the crowd's roar echoes one last time.]
[End of Commercial.]
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March 28.
The early morning sun barely pierced through the cloudy Seattle skies as the chartered WWE plane touched down at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. The hum of the jet engines softened to a quiet whine, and the excitement began to build within the aircraft. WrestleMania fever had officially arrived, and so had its most prominent players.
Inside the plane, WWE Superstars stirred from their seats, stretching and gathering their belongings. The chatter of conversations, laughter, and lighthearted banter filled the cabin, a mixture of anticipation, nerves, and adrenaline coursing through the passengers. This was the calm before the storm, the final stop before stepping onto the biggest stage in sports entertainment.
Zlatan Ibrahimovic sat near the front of the plane, leaning back in his seat with his signature black leather jacket draped over his shoulders. His eyes were focused, his mind already in the ring at Safeco Field, visualizing every possible scenario that could unfold during the Triple Threat Match for the WWE Championship. He felt the familiar weight of the title belt inside his carry-on, a constant reminder of what was at stake.
As the plane taxied to the gate, Zlatan looked around at his fellow Superstars. There was The Rock, headphones on, bobbing his head to some music, his eyes closed but his expression serious. Across the aisle, Stone Cold Steve Austin, the unmistakable black vest on his shoulders, chatted with a crew member, a slight grin on his face, but his body language tense, ready for the battle that lay ahead. Triple H sat further back, leaning into a quiet conversation with Ric Flair, the World Heavyweight Championship resting across his lap.
The plane came to a halt, and the "fasten seatbelt" sign dinged off. As the Superstars began to stand, grab their bags, and head for the exit, Zlatan picked up his carry-on, slinging it over his shoulder. He took a deep breath, feeling the cold Seattle air begin to seep through the open plane door.
"Here we go," he muttered to himself. "Time to make history."
The airport was abuzz with activity. Fans who had gotten wind of the WWE plane's arrival pressed against the barriers, hoping for a glimpse of their favorite wrestlers. Camera flashes went off as the Superstars stepped out onto the tarmac. Some waved to the crowd, signing autographs as they moved toward the waiting shuttle buses that would take them to their hotel.
Zlatan stepped off the plane with a confident stride, the cold air hitting his face, the roar of the fans' excitement filling his ears. He paused for a moment, taking it all in. Seattle was already electric, and WrestleMania was still two days away. He nodded to a few of the fans, offering a small wave, before moving toward the bus.
Inside the bus, the atmosphere was more subdued, filled with quiet conversations. Some wrestlers talked strategy, others cracked jokes to ease the tension, but everyone was focused. Zlatan found a seat near the front, next to Trish Stratus, who offered him a warm smile.
"Ready for this?" she asked, her tone light but her eyes reflecting the seriousness of the event ahead.
Zlatan smirked, "Always. WrestleMania is where legends are made, right? Can't wait to leave my mark."
Trish nodded. "You've already made quite an impression, but I know you've got something big planned. Just… stay safe out there."
He chuckled, "I'll try. But you know me — I don't do things halfway."
The bus rolled out of the airport, weaving through the streets of Seattle, with glimpses of the city's iconic skyline peeking through the windows. The Space Needle loomed in the distance, standing tall, much like the Superstars who were about to make their mark in this city.
As they approached their hotel, Zlatan looked out at the crowd gathered outside, holding signs and chanting the names of their favorite wrestlers. It was a reminder of how much this event meant, not just to the WWE, but to the fans around the world. WrestleMania was more than a show — it was an experience, a spectacle that united everyone who loved the thrill of the ring.
The bus came to a stop, and the Superstars began to disembark. Zlatan stepped off, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He could hear the chants, the energy of the fans washing over him like a wave.
As he made his way inside, he caught sight of Brock Lesnar and Kurt Angle arriving in separate cars. They exchanged intense glances — a silent acknowledgment that the battle was nearing, and it would be unlike anything they had faced before.
Zlatan entered the hotel lobby, where the WWE crew was already setting up shop, coordinating with the staff for what would be a hectic few days. He made his way to the front desk, checking in quickly, before heading up to his room to prepare.
Two days. That was all the time left before WrestleMania. Two days to mentally prepare, to physically recover, and to strategize. Zlatan knew he needed every second of it. As he entered his room, he placed his bags down and unzipped the case holding the WWE Championship. He took the title out, holding it in his hands, feeling its weight, its significance.
"Two days," he whispered to himself again, setting the belt down carefully on the bed. "And then, we make history."
He took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of what lay ahead but also the excitement. This was his moment, his opportunity to cement his legacy on the biggest stage of them all. WrestleMania was calling, and Zlatan Ibrahimovic was ready to answer.
The countdown had begun.
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The hotel gym was quiet, the rhythmic clinking of weights and the soft hum of treadmills the only sounds that filled the room. The fluorescent lights cast a soft glow over the various workout stations, creating a focused atmosphere that felt a world away from the chaos of the streets outside. Zlatan Ibrahimovic, dressed in a simple black athletic shirt and shorts, was in the middle of an intense workout, his face a mask of concentration.
He moved through a series of exercises, each one designed to enhance his strength and flexibility — crucial components for his performance in the ring. First, he did weighted squats, focusing on explosive power in his legs. Then, he transitioned into deadlifts, his muscles flexing with each powerful lift. From there, Zlatan moved to a set of resistance band exercises, working on his flexibility and balance, knowing he needed every edge he could get for the battle that awaited him at WrestleMania.
As he finished a set of kettlebell swings, he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Hey, Ibra!" called out Rob Van Dam, known to everyone as RVD, his good friend and fellow WWE Superstar. RVD, dressed in his signature colorful singlet, approached with a laid-back smile on his face.
Zlatan turned, returning the smile as he placed the kettlebell back on the rack. "Rob, what's up?" he asked, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow.
RVD leaned casually against a nearby weight bench, his expression curious. "Just finished my own workout, thought I'd see how you're doing, man. Big match in a couple of days… you nervous?"
Zlatan shook his head, his expression calm and composed. "Zlatan doesn't get nervous," he replied with a grin, emphasizing his usual third-person confidence. "I'm focused, Rob. This is what I've been working for. WrestleMania is the place where I'm going to show everyone why I'm the WWE Champion."
RVD chuckled, recognizing the unwavering confidence in his friend's voice. "I should have known better than to ask. But, I get it, man. I remember my first WrestleMania last year. Felt like I was standing on top of a mountain, but there were still a few butterflies, you know?"
Zlatan nodded, understanding the sentiment. "Yeah, but that's you, Rob. You're the guy who flies through the air and kicks people in the face. Me? I'm the guy who walks in and shows everyone that I'm the Lion of Rosengård. I can't afford to have butterflies. Not now."
RVD smiled, leaning back against the bench. "I respect that, man. Just don't forget to enjoy the moment. WrestleMania is something special. It's not just another match; it's… the match."
Zlatan paused, considering RVD's words. "I get that, and I will enjoy it. But you know me — I'm here to win, to prove I belong at the top. Brock, Kurt… they think they're going to take what's mine? They're in for a surprise."
RVD nodded in agreement. "No doubt, man. But you know, it's not just about them. It's about showing the world that you're here for the long haul, that Zlatan isn't just a name, but a legacy. You're building that every day."
Zlatan grinned, appreciating his friend's words. "Thanks, Rob. I know what I need to do, and I'm ready. I've been ready since the day I stepped into this business."
RVD gave a thumbs-up. "That's what I like to hear, man. Just remember to stay loose, stay focused, and keep doing what you're doing. You're already a champion, just go out there and prove it to everyone else."
Zlatan took a deep breath, nodding as he felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins again. "You're right, Rob. This is my moment… and I'm going to make sure everyone remembers it."
RVD clapped Zlatan on the shoulder. "You got this, Ibra. And hey, maybe after WrestleMania, you and I can team up and show these folks some real moves."
Zlatan chuckled. "Deal. But first, I've got to take care of business in Seattle."
With a final nod, RVD walked off, leaving Zlatan to continue his workout. Zlatan returned to his exercises, moving with a renewed intensity. He felt the weight of his mission in every movement, every lift, every stretch. This was more than just preparation — it was a ritual, a moment of focus before the storm. WrestleMania was just two days away, and he was ready to seize his destiny.
With each passing second, Zlatan felt his confidence grow, his body strengthening, and his mind sharpening. He was the WWE Champion, the Lion of Rosengård, and he was ready to roar on the biggest stage of them all.
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March 29th, 2003
The sun was just beginning to rise over Seattle, casting long, golden rays across Safeco Field. The stadium, usually filled with the cheers of baseball fans, now sat eerily empty and quiet, its vastness a reminder of the monumental event just one day away. The silence was almost sacred, the calm before the storm that would soon envelop this space in a frenzy of noise, energy, and spectacle.
Zlatan Ibrahimovic sat alone in one of the thousands of empty seats, staring out at the ring being constructed in the center of the field. His hands rested on his knees, his mind racing with thoughts of the match ahead — his first WrestleMania, the stage he had dreamed of since the moment he stepped into the wrestling world. He could feel the pressure mounting, the weight of the expectations, the desire to prove himself on the biggest platform of them all.
The WWE Championship was back in his hotel room, a symbol of his status, his hard work, and his fight. But today, he felt a rare twinge of vulnerability. Tomorrow, he would step into the ring against two of the most formidable competitors in WWE — Brock Lesnar and Kurt Angle. And while he was confident, he knew this was a different kind of battle, one that could define or redefine his legacy.
He took a deep breath, feeling the cool Seattle air fill his lungs, and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his thoughts. Suddenly, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Trish Stratus standing beside him, a warm smile on her face.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked softly.
Zlatan nodded, offering a small smile in return. "Of course," he said, his voice a little quieter than usual. Trish sat down next to him, her eyes also scanning the field, taking in the enormity of the empty stadium. She could sense the tension in him, the focus and the slight uncertainty that only someone who'd been in his shoes could understand.
Trish took a deep breath, breaking the silence. "You know," she began, "I remember my first WrestleMania match last year… It was in the SkyDome, back home in Toronto. It was a huge moment for me. I felt like I had so much to prove… not just to the fans, but to myself."
Zlatan turned to look at her, listening intently as she continued. "I remember standing backstage, hearing the roar of the crowd, and feeling this… overwhelming rush. It was excitement, but there was also a bit of fear. I was thinking, 'Can I do this? Can I live up to everything I've been dreaming about?'"
She paused, a soft smile spreading across her face as she recalled the memory. "And then, the second I walked out there, the nerves just… disappeared. I saw all those faces, heard all those cheers, and I knew that I belonged there. I knew that it was my moment to shine, and nothing was going to take that from me."
Zlatan nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Sounds like you handled it pretty well," he said, a hint of admiration in his tone.
Trish chuckled. "I guess so. But it wasn't easy. There were so many doubts, so many questions. But you know what? I told myself that if I wasn't nervous, it wouldn't mean anything. It's the nerves that tell you it's important. And WrestleMania… it's important."
Zlatan nodded again, turning his gaze back to the ring. "I guess you're right," he murmured. "This is the biggest stage there is… and there's a lot on the line. I've been through a lot of fights, a lot of battles, but this… this feels different."
Trish reached over, taking his hand in hers. "That's because it is different," she replied softly. "But that's a good thing, Zlatan. It means you're ready. You've worked your whole life for this moment. You've earned it. And tomorrow, when you step into that ring, you're going to show everyone why you're the WWE Champion."
Zlatan squeezed her hand, feeling a wave of calm wash over him. "Thanks, Trish," he said quietly. "I needed to hear that."
She smiled warmly. "Anytime. Just remember, you're not alone out there. You've got the fans, you've got your friends, and you've got me. We're all rooting for you."
Zlatan nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "I know," he replied. "And I'm going to make sure everyone remembers this WrestleMania."
Trish leaned in, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You're going to be great," she whispered.
They sat there together for a few more moments, in the quiet of the empty stadium, sharing a peaceful moment before the chaos of WrestleMania would descend upon them. The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the field. The ring crew continued their work, unaware of the quiet reflection happening in the stands.
Zlatan finally stood up, taking one last look at the ring. "Let's go," he said, his voice filled with a renewed confidence. "I've got some last-minute preparations to make. Tomorrow… tomorrow, we make history."
Trish nodded, standing up beside him. "Yes, we do," she agreed, her smile bright and encouraging.
As they walked out of the stadium, hand in hand, the feeling in the air was electric. WrestleMania was almost here, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.
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The first rays of dawn barely broke through the curtains of the hotel room, casting a soft, golden glow over the space. The world outside was still quiet, the city of Seattle slowly stirring to life. Inside, in the dim light, Zlatan Ibrahimovic sat up in bed, his eyes adjusting to the early morning light. He could feel the adrenaline already beginning to course through his veins. Today was the day — WrestleMania.
Careful not to wake Trish Stratus, who slept contentedly beside him, Zlatan swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet touching the cold floor. He stood up quietly, moving with the grace and caution of a predator, his body already feeling the familiar charge of anticipation. He walked over to the small table by the window, where his ring gear was laid out, waiting for him.
Zlatan's eyes moved over each piece of his gear, feeling a mix of emotions — pride, excitement, and a little bit of anxiety. His black and gold tights were neatly folded, the colors sharp and striking against the soft morning light. They were designed to reflect his confidence and his heritage — the gold for his ambition, the black for the darkness he had overcome to reach this point.
Next to the tights lay his MMA gloves, battle-worn but sturdy, the same gloves that had been with him through countless fights, a symbol of his strength and versatility in the ring. They were more than just gear; they were an extension of him, his weapons in a world where only the strong survived.
His eyes then moved to the boots — blue, red, and white, their colors a nod to his Swedish and Bosnian roots. They were custom-made for WrestleMania, with every stitch carefully placed, every design element meticulously thought out. They were ready for the ring, just as he was.
And then there was the trench coat. Blue and yellow, the colors of Sweden, with a bold lion logo emblazoned across the back. It was a new addition, created especially for this moment, for this stage. The lion symbolized his strength, his pride, and his determination. It was a reflection of who he was — the Lion of Rosengård, ready to roar louder than ever on the grandest stage of them all.
Finally, his gaze fell upon the WWE Championship belt, lying prominently across the chair. The gold plates shone even in the low light, the leather strap well-worn from the battles he'd fought to keep it. This was what it was all about. This was the prize he would fight to defend against Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar. He could almost feel its weight around his waist, its cold metal against his skin, and he knew he was ready.
Zlatan took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of the moment, the importance of the day ahead. Today wasn't just another match; it was WrestleMania. It was the culmination of years of hard work, dedication, and sacrifice. Today, everything he had fought for, everything he had dreamed of, would be on the line.
He turned slightly, looking over his shoulder at Trish, who was still sleeping peacefully, her face calm and relaxed. He smiled softly, feeling a sense of comfort in her presence. She had been his rock, his confidante, his partner. She believed in him when others didn't, stood by him when things got tough, and never doubted his ability to reach the top.
Zlatan leaned against the table, his eyes moving back to his gear. "This is it," he whispered to himself. "This is the moment I've been waiting for."
He reached out, picking up the trench coat and holding it in his hands, feeling the fabric between his fingers. It was heavy, but it felt right. It felt like armor, a shield against whatever came his way in the ring. He knew he would need every ounce of strength, every bit of focus, every drop of willpower.
Slowly, Zlatan set the trench coat back down and turned his attention to the championship belt. He picked it up carefully, feeling the familiar weight, the smoothness of the gold, the coolness of the metal. This was his prize, his proof that he belonged at the top of the WWE mountain.
He slung the belt over his shoulder, feeling its weight settle against him, feeling his resolve harden. Today, he was going to step into that ring and give everything he had. He would defend his title, his honor, and his place in history. This was his moment, and he was ready to seize it.
He glanced back at Trish, who shifted slightly in her sleep but didn't wake. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, whispering, "I'm going to make you proud today."
He then straightened up, his eyes filled with determination. He turned back to the window, looking out over the still-sleeping city of Seattle. The sun was beginning to rise higher, casting a warm glow over the skyline. Today, the world would see what Zlatan Ibrahimovic was truly made of. Today, he would roar like never before.
He took one last deep breath, feeling the anticipation, the excitement, the adrenaline building inside him. WrestleMania was just hours away, and Zlatan Ibrahimovic was ready to make history.
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The day of WrestleMania had officially begun, and with it came the excitement and energy of WWE's Fan Axxess event. Held just a short distance from Safeco Field, the venue was buzzing with thousands of fans, all eager to meet their favorite Superstars, get autographs, and soak in the atmosphere of the biggest day in sports entertainment.
Zlatan Ibrahimovic, fresh from his morning workout, walked into the event area to a chorus of cheers from the fans. Dressed in casual athletic wear with his signature black leather jacket, Zlatan wore a smile on his face, the adrenaline from his morning preparations still coursing through him. The energy from the fans was infectious, and it was clear that everyone was counting down the hours until WrestleMania.
As Zlatan made his way through the venue, he stopped to sign autographs, pose for pictures, and chat with the fans who had been waiting eagerly for a chance to meet the WWE Champion. The line of fans stretched far, but Zlatan took his time, making sure each interaction was meaningful. This was one of his favorite parts of being a WWE Superstar — connecting with the people who supported him and who lived and breathed wrestling just as much as he did.
After signing a poster for a young fan in a replica WWE Championship belt, Zlatan was led to one of the interactive stations set up for the event. There, fans could challenge WWE Superstars to a game of "SmackDown! Shut Your Mouth" on the PlayStation 2. The area was already crowded with excited fans, all eager to see Zlatan take on one of them in the virtual ring.
Zlatan grinned as he was handed a controller, the nostalgia hitting him as he remembered countless hours spent playing video games as a kid. "I've been playing games since I was a kid," he told the fans around him. "Now, let's see how I do playing as myself."
A young fan, no more than 12 years old, was chosen to play against Zlatan. The crowd around the station cheered as the game loaded up, showing the matchup: Zlatan Ibrahimovic versus The Rock. The fan grinned nervously but excitedly, clearly thrilled to be playing against the WWE Champion, even if it was in a video game.
The match started, and the crowd watched intently as both players focused on the screen. Zlatan, controlling his own character, was quickly on the offensive, showing his gaming skills. The fan controlling The Rock fought back valiantly, but Zlatan was clearly in his element.
As the match neared its climax, Zlatan's in-game character stomped at the corner, tuning up just like in real life. The fans around the station began chanting, knowing what was coming. The virtual Rock staggered back to his feet, turning around just in time to be met with the Lion's Roar — a devastating superkick that echoed the move Zlatan had perfected in the ring. The screen flashed "1…2…3!" as Zlatan secured the win.
The crowd erupted in cheers, and Zlatan laughed, shaking the young fan's hand. "Good match," he said, handing the controller back. The kid beamed, clearly having just had the experience of a lifetime.
As Zlatan stepped away from the gaming station, signing a few more autographs, he was approached by a young man with a determined look on his face. He was dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans, with long hair tied back. Zlatan recognized the look in his eyes — the look of someone with a deep love for wrestling.
"Hi, Zlatan," the young man said, his voice a mix of excitement and nervousness. "My name's Bryan Danielson. I'm from Seattle."
Zlatan smiled and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Bryan," he said warmly. "You excited for WrestleMania?"
Bryan nodded enthusiastically, shaking Zlatan's hand. "I'm really looking forward to it. I couldn't get a ticket in time, so I'll be watching it with my friends. But just seeing everything that's happening… it's amazing. You're going to put on a great match."
Zlatan could see the passion in Bryan's eyes, and it reminded him of himself when he was younger, hungry to be a part of something bigger. "Thanks, Bryan. I'm glad you're excited, and I'm sorry you couldn't get a ticket, but I promise you, it's going to be a WrestleMania to remember."
Bryan smiled, clearly appreciative. "I believe it. You've been incredible this past year, and I know you're going to steal the show."
Zlatan nodded, feeling the sincerity in Bryan's words. "That's the plan," he said with a grin. "And who knows? Maybe one day, you'll be in that ring at WrestleMania too."
Bryan's eyes lit up at the thought. "That's the dream," he admitted, his voice filled with determination.
Zlatan clapped Bryan on the shoulder. "Keep working hard, and don't let anything stop you. Wrestling is about passion and heart. If you've got that, you can go far."
Bryan nodded, his expression serious. "Thanks, Zlatan. I won't forget that."
As Bryan turned to leave, Zlatan watched him go, knowing that he had just met someone who would one day be a force to be reckoned with in the wrestling world. There was something special about Bryan Danielson, something that reminded Zlatan of his own journey.
With a final glance around the Fan Axxess event, Zlatan felt a surge of energy. The interactions with the fans, the games, the excitement — it all reminded him why he did what he did. WrestleMania was about more than just the matches; it was about connecting with the fans, inspiring the next generation, and creating moments that would last a lifetime.
As he headed toward the exit, ready to prepare for the biggest night of his career, Zlatan knew that today was going to be something truly special. WrestleMania was just hours away, and the Lion of Rosengård was ready to make his mark.
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Sunday Night Heat – Live from Safeco Field, Seattle, Washington
The screen fades in from black, revealing an aerial shot of Safeco Field in Seattle. The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the stadium as over 54,000 fans start to fill the stands. The excitement is palpable, the anticipation building for the grandest stage of them all. The camera then cuts to a wide shot inside the stadium, where the ring is set up in the middle of the field, surrounded by excited fans waving signs and cheering.
Jonathan Coachman:
"Welcome to WrestleMania! We are live from Safeco Field in Seattle, Washington, and this… is Sunday Night Heat! I'm Jonathan Coachman, and alongside me is Lita! Lita, we're just 60 minutes away from WrestleMania — how excited are you for tonight?"
The camera shifts to the commentary desk, where Jonathan Coachman and Lita are seated. Lita, dressed in a stylish red top and black pants, smiles brightly, her enthusiasm clear. The crowd in the background is buzzing with excitement, holding up signs and chanting as they get ready for the big event.
Lita:
"Coach, I can't wait to get the show on the road! There's a real buzz here in Safeco Field, and it's been building since this afternoon. You can feel it in the air — the fans are ready, the Superstars are ready, and tonight, the fireworks are going to be inside the ring!"
Jonathan Coachman:
"And speaking of fireworks, let's talk about what's going to happen in the SmackDown main event. When Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Kurt Angle, and Brock Lesnar enter the ring with the WWE Championship on the line, it's going to be nothing short of explosive!"
The screen transitions smoothly to an animated graphic, showing moving images of the three participants in the WWE Championship Triple Threat Match. First, Zlatan Ibrahimovic appears, his signature smirk on display as he holds the WWE Championship over his shoulder, exuding confidence. Then, Brock Lesnar, eyes intense and filled with determination, flexes his muscles, showing off his raw power. Finally, Kurt Angle is shown, his expression a mix of focus and arrogance, capturing his Olympic spirit and the will to win. The animation freezes on all three, each man's persona clear as they stare down the camera.
Lita:
"Coach, this Triple Threat Match is going to be one for the ages. Zlatan Ibrahimovic is looking to retain his crown as the King of the WWE jungle, but he's got a tough challenge ahead of him. Brock Lesnar is determined to regain the title he lost at Survivor Series, and we all know how dangerous he can be when he's focused. And then there's Kurt Angle — he's been on a mission to win the WWE Championship for the fourth time, and he's not going to let anyone stand in his way."
Jonathan Coachman:
"That's right, Lita. Each of these men has something to prove tonight. Zlatan has been an incredible champion, but he's facing two of the most formidable opponents in WWE. Brock Lesnar has the strength, the intensity, and the hunger to take back what he believes is his. And Kurt Angle? He's been relentless, methodical, and absolutely driven to reclaim the top spot since losing the WWE Championship at the Royal Rumble. When these three step into the ring tonight, it's going to be a battle for the ages."
The screen cuts back to the live shot of Safeco Field, where the excitement continues to build. The crowd is louder now, the energy growing as more fans fill the stands. The camera captures the intensity of the moment, the anticipation thick in the air.
Lita:
"Coach, I've got goosebumps just thinking about it! This match has all the makings of an instant classic. Three of the best in the world, all vying for the biggest prize in WWE. It doesn't get any bigger than this."
Jonathan Coachman:
"No doubt about it, Lita. And we're just 60 minutes away from WrestleMania. The atmosphere here in Seattle is electric, and I can't wait to see what's going to happen when these three men collide in the center of that ring."
The screen transitions to highlights of the events leading up to the Triple Threat Match, showing the intense confrontations, the mind games, and the physical battles between Zlatan, Lesnar, and Angle. The clips build the anticipation, showcasing just how personal and intense this match has become.
Jonathan Coachman:
"Stick with us, folks. Sunday Night Heat continues as we count down to WrestleMania! We'll have more updates, more excitement, and of course, more on the matches that will define the careers of these incredible Superstars."
The camera zooms out to a wide shot of Safeco Field once more, the stadium now nearly full as the sun sets completely, giving way to the bright lights of the arena. The excitement is at a fever pitch as the countdown to WrestleMania continues.
Lita:
"This is what it's all about, Coach. The fans are ready, the Superstars are ready, and WrestleMania is just around the corner. I can't wait!"
Jonathan Coachman:
"Neither can I, Lita. This is WrestleMania, and tonight, history will be made!"