The Rise of the Lion

by IAmMattis

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

51. The End is Near Part 1

December 5 2002

Dallas, Texas

As the camera cut backstage at the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas, Zlatan Ibrahimović strode down the corridor, his expression steely, his posture tense. The fans watching in the arena and at home could sense the anger radiating from the Lion of Rosengård, his mind clearly still focused on the events of the past week.

Michael Cole chimed in, his tone serious. "Ladies and gentlemen, there you see him—the Lion of Rosengård, Zlatan Ibrahimović, and it's safe to say he's in no mood for small talk. And who can blame him? After what happened in that Iron Man match last week, he's got every reason to be furious."

Tazz, watching the monitor with intent, agreed. "You know it, Cole. Ibra's got reasons to be livid. Triple H cost him a WWE Championship opportunity, and right now, I wouldn't want to cross paths with him."

Cole recapped the controversial ending to the Iron Man match, setting the stage for the brewing animosity. "Let's not forget what happened in that sudden death overtime. Zlatan was on the verge of victory when Triple H, from RAW, jumped the barricade, entered the ring, and delivered a Pedigree to the Lion of Rosengård, leaving him laid out for Kurt Angle to capitalize and score the final fall."

Tazz added, "And let's be clear, Cole, Angle had no clue Triple H interfered. But that doesn't change the fact that the Game cost Ibra one of the biggest matches of his career."

The footage cut to highlights of RAW four days earlier, where Zlatan had stormed into the main event between Triple H and Rob Van Dam, tackling Triple H and hitting him with his devastating Lion's Roar superkick, effectively costing him a chance at the World Heavyweight Championship.

Cole continued, "But Zlatan wasn't going to let that ambush go unanswered. Just days ago on RAW, he returned the favor, costing Triple H his own title shot against Shawn Michaels. It's safe to say these two are on a collision course."

Tazz chuckled, clearly impressed with Zlatan's audacity. "Hey, you know what they say, Cole—turnabout's fair play. The Lion wasn't about to let Triple H get away with that stunt on SmackDown."

As Zlatan moved purposefully through the backstage area, WWE personnel cleared a path, recognizing the intensity in his eyes. He walked with a determined stride, his mind focused, each step echoing his resolve to confront the chaos that had consumed his WWE career. The WWE Universe watched, knowing that tonight, the Lion of Rosengård was back on SmackDown, and this time, he wouldn't rest until his message was heard.

The tension was palpable, and with both Zlatan and Triple H seeking retribution, the WWE Universe sensed that this war was only just beginning.

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The American Airlines Center in Dallas was electric as Zlatan Ibrahimović paced the ring, microphone in hand, a fierce glare in his eyes. The crowd was hanging on his every word, sensing that the Lion of Rosengård was about to unleash his thoughts on the chaos from last week.

Zlatan took a deep breath, his voice filled with barely restrained fury. "You know, I came out here tonight a little pissed off. No, scratch that—I'm really pissed off."

The crowd cheered in support, knowing exactly why Zlatan was angry. He continued, his voice rising with intensity. "Last week, I had Kurt Angle right where I wanted him. I dropped him with the Lion's Roar, went for the cover. One… two… three! And I should be heading to Armageddon to face Big Show for the WWE Championship."

Zlatan took a moment, letting the words sink in, and the crowd responded with a mix of cheers and chants. Tazz, watching intently from the commentary table, muttered, "Not exactly how it went down, but I get where he's coming from."

Taking a steadying breath, Zlatan continued, his tone dripping with disdain. "But what happened instead? Out comes the world's biggest nose—oh, excuse me, The Game—Triple H."

The crowd erupted in laughter, and Michael Cole couldn't help but comment, "That's Zlatan's way of saying it—world's biggest nose."

Tazz chuckled, "World's biggest nose? Haven't heard that one before, but I'll give it to him!"

Zlatan's voice took on a mocking tone. "Triple H thought he could just waltz into my match, cost me my shot at the WWE Championship. Eh-EH! Triple H, you're even more delusional than I thought!"

The crowd roared as Zlatan leaned into his words, the fire in his eyes unmistakable. He began to pace again, his anger and passion taking over. "See, The Game thought he could end my title dreams. But guess what? I'm not some rookie that's going to let some self-proclaimed 'Cerebral Assassin' play mind games with me."

Pausing for effect, Zlatan smirked, knowing he had the crowd behind him. "So, I went to RAW on Monday and gave Triple H a taste of his own medicine. Because if you think you can play your games with Zlatan Ibrahimović and walk away unscathed? Eh-EH! You've got another thing coming."

The crowd cheered, rallying behind Zlatan's declaration. Michael Cole commented, "The Lion of Rosengård isn't backing down, Tazz. He's sending a message loud and clear to Triple H."

Tazz nodded, clearly impressed. "He sure is, Cole. Zlatan's not just out here to talk—he's out here to make a statement."

Zlatan raised the microphone once more, his voice steady but laced with intensity. "So, Triple H, if you think last week was the end, you're dead wrong. Because as long as you're in my way, I'm going to make sure you get exactly what you deserve. And trust me, Game, you've just unleashed the lion."

The WWE Universe erupted, fully behind Zlatan as he stood in the ring, a man ready for war. The message was clear: Zlatan was coming for retribution, and The Game was squarely in his crosshairs. The stage was set, and with each passing moment, the tension between these two powerhouses grew, promising an explosive confrontation on the horizon.

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As the broadcast cut to the outside of the American Airlines Center, the camera focused on a sleek limousine pulling up. Michael Cole noticed it immediately from the monitor at the commentary desk.

"Well, look who just pulled up," Cole commented, his tone laced with intrigue. "A limousine has just arrived outside the arena, and you have to wonder who it could be."

Tazz leaned forward, a spark of excitement in his voice. "You think it's who I think it is, Cole? If it is, we might be in for some fireworks tonight."

The suspense didn't last long as the limo's door swung open, and out stepped Triple H, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his expression deadly serious. The Game adjusted his jacket and looked around with a calculating gaze, exuding his usual confidence. He was here in Dallas, and there was no doubt about why.

"It's him, it's The Game!" Tazz confirmed, excitement in his voice. "Triple H is here in Dallas, and after what went down on RAW, I'd say he has a score to settle with Zlatan Ibrahimović."

Michael Cole added, "You can see it in his eyes, Tazz. Triple H didn't make the trip here for nothing. After Zlatan cost him a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, you better believe The Game is ready to make him pay."

With a focused, purposeful stride, Triple H began making his way toward the arena entrance, the intensity in his eyes unmistakable. Inside the arena, the crowd buzzed with anticipation, sensing the clash that was bound to happen. The message was clear: The Game was here for retribution, and Zlatan's defiance on RAW had set in motion a battle of egos and grudges.

The camera cut back to the commentary desk as Michael Cole summarized the situation. "Well, folks, The Game is here in Dallas, and he's not wasting any time. Zlatan Ibrahimović may have gotten the upper hand on Monday, but tonight, it looks like Triple H is here to return the favor."

Tazz nodded. "Oh, this is gonna be good, Cole. Two of the most intense competitors in WWE—both out for revenge. Something tells me things are about to get very interesting tonight."

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The WWE Universe was on the edge of their seats, knowing that with The Game and the Lion of Rosengård under the same roof, it was only a matter of time before the tensions boiled over into a showdown neither man would forget.

The electrifying chords of "The Game" by Motörhead blasted through the arena, and the crowd erupted with a mix of boos and cheers as Triple H made his way down the aisle. Dressed in his signature suit, his eyes burning with intensity, The Game wasn't here for pleasantries. His gaze was fixed on the ring, his jaw set as he ignored the fans around him, his purpose crystal clear.

At the commentary desk, Michael Cole spoke with anticipation. "The Cerebral Assassin is here, folks, and he's got one thing on his mind—revenge."

Tazz nodded, his eyes never leaving The Game. "Yeah, and he's not here to waste any time, Cole. Triple H looks like he's ready to go to war."

Triple H climbed into the ring, grabbed a microphone, and didn't waste a second as he stood in the center of the ring, his voice booming with unrestrained anger.

"Zlatan Ibrahimović!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the arena. "Get your ass out here, right now!"

The crowd buzzed, fully aware of the powder keg they were witnessing. The Game continued, his voice filled with venom as he recounted the events of the previous week.

"I had Rob Van Dam beat!" Triple H growled, his expression one of seething resentment. "It should be me going to Armageddon to face Shawn Michaels for the World Heavyweight Championship. But you—you had to stick your nose where it didn't belong!"

The crowd's reaction was mixed, with some booing Triple H and others cheering in anticipation of Zlatan's arrival.

"You think you can just waltz onto RAW, cost me a title shot, and walk away unscathed? Think again, because tonight, I'm calling you out. You want to play games, Zlatan? Come on down to this ring and show me just how tough you really are!"

Triple H lowered the mic, his intense gaze fixed on the entrance ramp as he waited, his entire body tense, ready for a fight. The arena filled with murmurs, the WWE Universe sensing that this confrontation was about to reach a boiling point.

Michael Cole commented, "Triple H isn't messing around. He's demanding that Zlatan come out here, right now."

Tazz added, "This is what happens when two of the biggest egos in WWE clash, Cole. And right now, The Game wants nothing more than to get his hands on the Lion of Rosengård."

The arena was electric with anticipation as the crowd waited, wondering if Zlatan would answer The Game's call.

As the sound of "The Lion" by RZA and GZA roared through the arena, Zlatan Ibrahimović, the Lion of Rosengård, charged down the ramp with unbridled fury, his eyes locked on Triple H in the ring. The Game, ready for a fight, tossed his suit jacket aside and braced himself, rolling up his sleeves as he waited for the clash to begin. Zlatan slid into the ring, and within moments, the two titans met in a flurry of punches, trading heavy shots in the center of the ring.

The arena was electric, fans cheering as Zlatan began to gain the upper hand. He drove Triple H back into the corner, then stomped down on him with fury, echoing Stone Cold as he "stomped a mudhole" into The Game and "walked it dry." The crowd erupted, sensing that Zlatan was out for blood.

But the action took another turn as Ric Flair, the Nature Boy, made his way down the ramp, hoping to aid his protégé. Zlatan spotted him immediately and, without hesitation, delivered a devastating Lion's Roar superkick to Flair, sending him sprawling to the outside. Flair rolled out of the ring, clutching his jaw as Zlatan leaned over the ropes, shouting something in Swedish at the fallen Nature Boy.

Michael Cole was on his feet. "Zlatan's not backing down one inch! Flair just got laid out by the Lion of Rosengård!"

Tazz added, "Zlatan came out here to send a message, and he's not holding back!"

But the distraction gave Triple H the opening he needed, and as Zlatan turned around, The Game leveled him with a brutal clothesline. Triple H mounted Zlatan, raining down a series of right hands, the animosity between the two men palpable. The crowd's cheers mixed with boos, fully engrossed in the intense brawl.

Just when it seemed like Triple H had the advantage, an unexpected ally emerged for Zlatan. Kurt Angle charged down the ramp, furious at how he had been used in Triple H's plan the previous week. The Olympic Gold Medalist tackled The Game to the mat, unloading with a series of right hands as the crowd erupted.

Michael Cole exclaimed, "Kurt Angle is here! He's had enough of Triple H's interference too!"

Tazz, shocked, added, "I don't think The Game saw this coming!"

Angle set up for the Angle Slam, but Triple H managed to slip out of it, delivering a quick kick to Angle's gut and planting him with a DDT. Without missing a beat, The Game threw Angle out of the ring, then turned back, only to be met by Zlatan, who launched at him with a Lou Thesz Press. Zlatan mounted The Game, landing another flurry of punches as the WWE Universe roared in approval.

Amidst the chaos, the monstrous Big Show, the WWE Champion, appeared at the top of the ramp. With a menacing glare, he made his way down, eyes fixed on his Armageddon opponent, Kurt Angle. The champion reached Angle on the outside, landing heavy blows before clasping his hand around Angle's neck, setting up for a chokeslam. But Angle, prepared this time, countered with a swift low blow, dropping the Big Show to one knee. Seizing the moment, Angle delivered several right hands, refusing to be bullied.

From the entrance stage, Stephanie McMahon, SmackDown's General Manager, appeared, watching the chaos with a look of frustration. She raised her microphone, calling for order. "Enough! Security, get down here and separate these four!"

The crowd buzzed as security guards flooded the ringside area, attempting to pull the four men apart. But the intensity of the brawl was too much, as each security guard was quickly swatted down. The fights only grew fiercer.

Back in the ring, Zlatan took control, locking Triple H into his devastating submission, The Malmö Bridge, bridging back as The Game screamed in pain. Meanwhile, on the outside, Angle countered another chokeslam attempt by rolling through and applying his signature Ankle Lock on the Big Show. The WWE Champion gritted his teeth, trapped in Angle's unforgiving hold.

Michael Cole's voice echoed the crowd's frenzy. "Zlatan has The Game in the Malmö Bridge, and Kurt Angle has Big Show in the Ankle Lock! Both men are relentless!"

Tazz, awed, added, "Look at the intensity! They're not letting go, Cole! This is about making a statement!"

Despite the pleas of security, both Zlatan and Angle held firm, intensifying the pain on their respective rivals. The WWE Universe was in a frenzy as the scene devolved into utter chaos, each competitor sending a clear message: they were here to dominate, no matter the cost.

As the show cut to commercial, the image of Zlatan and Angle relentlessly holding their submissions burned into the minds of the fans, promising a storm of retribution and revenge in the days leading up to Armageddon.

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December 9 2002

Knoxville, Tennesse

As RAW kicked off live from the Thompson-Boling Arena in Knoxville, Tennessee, the fans erupted asEric Bischoff, RAW's General Manager, and his Chief of Staff,Chief Morley, stood in the center of the ring. Chief Morley, holding a microphone, waited for the crowd's noise to settle before speaking.

"At this time," Morley began, his voice echoing through the arena, "Mr. Eric Bischoff and I, Chief Morley, are out here to address two men whose rivalry has captivated both RAW and SmackDown! Please, direct your attention to the TitanTron."

The fans turned their eyes to the massive screen, where a split-screen image appeared. On one side was Zlatan Ibrahimović, seated in his locker room, receiving a loud chorus of cheers from the crowd. A female fan in the audience held up a heart-shaped sign reading,"Zlatan, can I be the queen of your jungle?"

On the other side of the screen wasTriple H, sitting in his own locker room. His reaction from the crowd was mixed—boos and cheers filled the arena as he glared at the screen, fully focused.

Chief Morley continued, "The first man, the Lion of Rosengård, Zlatan Ibrahimović." He paused as the crowd erupted. Then, gesturing to the second screen, he added, "And the other, The Game,Triple H."

Chief Morley handed the microphone to Eric Bischoff, who took center stage, his expression serious as he addressed both men.

"Zlatan, Hunter," Bischoff began, "it's no secret that the animosity between you two has only grown over the past weeks—hell, the past few months. It's personal, and it's ready to explode. So, thanks to an agreement I reached with SmackDown General Manager, Stephanie McMahon, we're going to settle this once and for all at Armageddon!"

The crowd roared, anticipating the showdown. Bischoff continued, "But this won't be just any match, oh no. It's going to be a2-out-of-3 Falls Match. And I wanted each fall to encapsulate what both of you have endured, achieved, and fought for the past year. Here's how it's going to work."

The camera cut to Triple H, who looked unfazed, and to Zlatan, who nodded intently, prepared for whatever Bischoff was about to announce.

Bischoff held up a finger. "The first fall will be a regularWrestling Match, showcasing your pure wrestling skill. No shortcuts, no weapons—just the basics, man-to-man."

The crowd buzzed with excitement. Bischoff raised a second finger. "The second fall," he continued, "will be a Submission Match.And why? Because this year, at King of the Ring, Zlatan Ibrahimović made history by becoming only the second man to make Stone Cold Steve Austin tap out."

Triple H's face twisted with frustration at this reminder, knowing that the submission stipulation played to Zlatan's advantage. He clenched his jaw, visibly irked.

"And finally," Bischoff announced with a devilish grin, "if it goes to a third fall, it will be No Holds Barred. A Street Fight where falls count anywhere in the arena. No rules. Just a fight to the finish."

The crowd erupted, thrilled at the stipulations for this colossal match. Bischoff let the noise die down before continuing with a final, critical detail. "And to make things even more interesting—the winner of this match will earn a title shot at the Royal Rumble. If Triple H wins, he gets a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. But if Zlatan wins, he'll earn a shot at the WWE Championship."

The stakes had never been higher, and the WWE Universe felt the gravity of the announcement. This was not only a battle for pride but a shot at ultimate glory.

"Gentlemen," Bischoff said, locking eyes with both Zlatan and Triple H through the TitanTron, "in six days, at Armageddon, this personal feud comes to an end. Zlatan, Hunter—the end is near."

The crowd was buzzing as Bischoff lowered the microphone, his declaration hanging in the air like a prophecy. The TitanTron showed both Zlatan and Triple H staring at the camera, their expressions determined and unyielding, knowing that the stakes had never been higher.

Back at the commentary desk, Jim Ross spoke with enthusiasm. "Folks, what a match we have in store! A 2-out-of-3 Falls Match between The Game, Triple H, and the Lion of Rosengård, Zlatan Ibrahimović! The first fall in wrestling, the second in submission, and if necessary, a final fall in an all-out street fight."

King added, "I can't believe it, JR! And the winner gets a title shot at the Royal Rumble. This is huge! But let's be honest—Triple H has a big advantage here. Zlatan might be talented, but he's stepping into The Game's arena now!"

JR countered, "Well, King, Zlatan has proven he's not afraid of anyone, least of all Triple H. This is going to be a battle for the ages!"

The crowd was left buzzing as RAW went to commercial, the tension mounting as both men prepared for their ultimate showdown at Armageddon. The WWE Universe knew that, come Sunday, the rivalry between Zlatan Ibrahimović and Triple H would reach its breaking point in a battle that promised to be as brutal as it was personal.

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As the crowd settled in,Triple H made his way down the ramp, accompanied by the iconic Nature Boy Ric Flair by his side. Dressed in his ring gear, Triple H's demeanor was all business, his eyes focused on the ring as he prepared to make a statement heading into his showdown with Zlatan Ibrahimović at Armageddon. The stakes were high, and tonight was his chance to send a clear message to both the WWE Universe and the Lion of Rosengård.

Lilian Garcia's voice filled the arena, "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Nature Boy Ric Flair, from Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at 272 pounds,Triple H!"

At the commentary desk,Jim Ross took note of Flair's presence. "The Nature Boy's in The Game's corner tonight, and he'll certainly be there this Sunday at Armageddon. This match is shaping up to be one of the biggest of Triple H's career, and Ric Flair's here to make sure he's ready."

King added, "Oh, you know it, JR! And that lineup forArmageddon is really coming together—so many high-stakes matches, but none as personal or intense as Triple H versus the Lion of Rosengård."

As Triple H reached the ring apron, he paused, glancing around the arena before taking a mouthful of water. With his usual flourish, he executed his iconic water spit, sending a mist cascading into the air. He then entered the ring, climbing to the second turnbuckle, his gaze fierce as he looked out over the crowd, speaking to them without a word: he was here to dominate.

Jim Ross continued, "King, this 2-out-of-3 Falls Match at Armageddon is massive. Not only does it settle a personal feud, but the winner earns a title shot at the Royal Rumble."

King nodded, his voice excited. "And you know, JR, that submission stipulation definitely favors Zlatan. He's been getting inside The Game's head, taking away his shot at the World Heavyweight Title last week, and even trapping him in that bridged sharpshooter on SmackDown."

JR agreed. "Absolutely, King. That bridged sharpshooter showed just how dangerous Zlatan can be. But let's not forget, the last time Triple H was in a 2-out-of-3 Falls Match was against Stone Cold Steve Austin, and while Austin won the first fall, The Game took the last two. If anyone knows how to rise to the occasion in big match atmospheres, it's Triple H."

As Triple H posed on the turnbuckle, the crowd's reaction was mixed, but he didn't care. With Ric Flair clapping and cheering him on, Triple H looked ready to make a statement. He raised his hands in his signature pose, then pointed at the camera, mouthing words meant for Zlatan:"At Armageddon, it's over."

Jim Ross summarized the moment. "The Game is out here tonight to send a message. He's promising to end Zlatan's career at Armageddon, and if his past matches are any indication, he'll do whatever it takes."

King added, "And I believe him, JR. Triple H lives for these kinds of battles, and with Ric Flair at his side, he'll do whatever he has to on Sunday. Zlatan may have the crowd behind him, but he's stepping intoThe Game's world."

With the crowd buzzing in anticipation, Triple H took his place in the ring, his mind fully focused on his opponent and the war that awaited them in six days. The WWE Universe knew they were about to witness an all-out battle at Armageddon, and tonight, Triple H intended to show Zlatan and everyone else that he was more than ready.

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After a dominant victory overJeff Hardy, capped with not one, but two devastating Pedigrees,Triple H didn't seem satisfied. With a sneer, he tossed Hardy's limp body outside the ring like a piece of garbage. The crowd booed as Triple H followed him to the outside, joined by Ric Flair, who held Hardy up, setting him up for more punishment.

Jim Ross voiced his frustration, his tone brimming with disapproval. "Oh, come on! This isn't right! Jeff Hardy's already been beaten, and now it's a 2-on-1 assault. This is just disgusting."

King, chuckling, replied, "Oh, lighten up, JR! Triple H is just making a statement before Armageddon. He's reminding everyone, including Zlatan, what he's capable of."

Triple H, his expression intense, seemed lost in his own head. In Jeff Hardy, he saw a stand-in forZlatan Ibrahimović, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would do to the Lion of Rosengård on Sunday. Fueled by that image, Triple H grabbed a steel chair from ringside, his intentions clear. This wasn't about taking a seat—it was about sending a message.

The crowd's boos grew louder, sensing that Hardy was about to face even more damage. But before Triple H could raise the chair, the crowd erupted in cheers as Zlatan Ibrahimović appeared at the top of the ramp, striding down with a determined look on his face.

"Here comes Zlatan!" JR shouted. "The Lion of Rosengård isn't about to let this assault on Jeff Hardy go unanswered!"

Triple H, seeing Zlatan approaching, dropped the chair and quickly retreated to the ring, signaling to Flair to join him. Flair, abandoning the attack on Hardy, followed The Game's lead, and the two positioned themselves inside the ring, ready to defend themselves.

Zlatan walked over to Hardy, kneeling to check on him, his expression a mix of concern and anger. He exchanged a brief word with referee Charles Robinson, who was there to ensure that things didn't spiral into a brawl before Armageddon.

JR was at his breaking point. "This is it, King. After everything Triple H has done, you've got to wonder if Zlatan can hold back until Sunday!"

King, laughing nervously, replied, "Look, JR, the smart thing for Zlatan to do would be to wait for Armageddon.But something tells me he's not gonna play it smart!"

Inside the ring, Triple H smirked, taunting Zlatan with a smug expression, motioning for him to bring it on. Flair, standing beside The Game, encouraged him, shouting insults at Zlatan. The WWE Universe was on edge, watching intently, wondering if these two would explode into action right then and there.

Zlatan's face hardened, and he took a step forward, the tension in the arena building to a fever pitch. The crowd chanted, urging him on, but Zlatan paused, locking eyes with Triple H. With a calm determination, he slowly pointed at The Game, a silent promise of the reckoning that was to come in just six days.

JR summed it up, his voice intense. "There it is, folks. The Lion of Rosengård is sending a clear message to Triple H: you can run tonight, but come Armageddon, there's nowhere left to hide."

King, sensing the inevitable clash, added, "It's going to be explosive, JR. They can barely contain themselves now—just imagine what's gonna happen on Sunday!"

Zlatan helped Jeff Hardy to his feet, escorting him to the back as Triple H and Flair watched, both men still taunting. The line had been drawn. At Armageddon, there would be no more restraint, no more holding back. The WWE Universe knew that they were witnessing the calm before the storm, and in six days, the world would watch as the Lion of Rosengård and The Game finally unleashed everything they had.

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As RAW returned from commercial,Jeff Hardy was still being helped up the ramp by Charles Robinson, with Zlatan Ibrahimović nearby, casting a vigilant eye over the scene. The Lion of Rosengård looked tense, clearly expecting more trouble. Suddenly, the familiar voice ofRic Flair broke through, drawing Zlatan's attention back to the ring.

"Zlatan!" Flair called out, microphone in hand. "I want a word with you."

Zlatan's expression was blank as he looked down the ramp. Flair, sensing the skepticism, repeated himself. "The Game isn't going to Pedigree ya, kid, and we're not here to pick a fight right now. I just want to talk."

Zlatan hesitated, but after a moment, he began walking back toward the ring.King leaned forward, muttering to JR with an air of suspicion. "I don't know, JR. Flair wants the kid in the ring? This smells like a trap."

Zlatan slid into the ring, his expression cautious as he came face to face with the Nature Boy. Flair wasted no time, cutting right to the point.

"Do you remember Global Warning in Australia?" Flair asked, his voice measured. "You were the Intercontinental Champion, and I was the challenger who'd just become active again. You were walking down that aisle in front of 56,000 screaming fans at Colonial Stadium, all of them chanting,'Ibra! Ibra!' And the way you carried yourself, I knew you were going places."

Zlatan's face softened slightly, though his guard was still up. Flair continued, reminiscing. "After you retained that night, I knew I was looking at a future champion. At King of the Ring, you did the unthinkable—you madeStone Cold Steve Austin tap out. Not many can say that. You won the IC title atVengeance, became the first WWE Tag Team Champion with Kurt Angle at No Mercy… You've proven yourself over and over."

Flair paused, looking Zlatan in the eye. "But as good as you are, kid, you're second to the best in the business. Triple H is the man—the Game—the franchise. And come Sunday, you're gonna find out why he's that damn good. My advice? Go home, spend some time with your family, and think long and hard about what's coming your way at Armageddon. Because The Game will show you, and the world, that he'sthe best."

The arena was quiet as the gravity of Flair's words settled. Zlatan's expression turned contemplative, but as the crowd began to chant his name, the look of determination returned. Without another word, Zlatan exited the ring, ignoring both Flair and Triple H, who stood waiting in the center, staring him down.

But The Game wasn't ready to let him walk away. "Zlatan Ibrahimović!" Triple H called out, his tone laced with scorn. "You should listen to Ric's advice, because this Sunday at Armageddon, I'm not just going to beat you—I'm going to humiliate you. I'm going to make you wish that you'd never ever stepped foot in my ring. You may have beaten Austin, Flair, and everyone else, but when you step into the ring with The Game, it's a whole different ball game. I am the man. Which means that I am the one that is twice as good as you. Six days, Zlatan. The end is near."

The crowd stirred, watching Zlatan pause at the top of the ramp. He narrowed his eyes, clearly not ready to let Triple H have the final say. Striding back down to ringside, he grabbed a microphone from the announcer's table, facing Triple H with a calm, steely resolve.

"First thing you should know, Hunter," Zlatan began, his voice steady, "is that this Sunday, I'm going to play the Game. And when it's all said and done, it's going to be Game Over. The Lion will roar."

The crowd cheered, but Zlatan wasn't finished. "Second, you don't screw Zlatan Ibrahimović over and walk away. What I did last week on RAW—that was something you'd do, right? Payback."

The Game's face contorted with rage, but Zlatan held up a hand. "Oh, and speaking of you… When I came to WWE after WrestleMania, I heard all about 'The Game.' I watched, and I realized something: you've been riding HBK's coattails your whole career. Since DX, you've been living in the shadow of Shawn Michaels. No matter how many titles you've won or matches you've had, you'll never be your own man. And there's one thing I've never done that you have, Hunter…" Zlatan paused, a wry smile spreading across his face. "I've never slept with the boss's daughter."

The arena erupted in shock, a chorus of "oohs" filling the air as Triple H's face went red with anger.

"And one more thing," Zlatan continued, leaning into his words, "come Sunday, if you try to bring that sledgehammer into our match, you'll find out exactly what it means when Zlatan makes a promise. he keeps them. When it's all said and done, with you lying flat on your back like the bitch you are, I'll be heading to the Royal Rumble. And that's the. bottomline because Zlatan Ibrahimovic said so!"

The crowd roared as Zlatan dropped the mic, turning his back on Triple H, who was left speechless, his fury etched across his face. The WWE Universe was buzzing, sensing that this rivalry had reached a new level of intensity. Zlatan headed back up the ramp, while JR summed up the moment.

"Well, folks, this young man from Malmö, Sweden, just threw down the gauntlet in a way we've never seen before."

King, still stunned, muttered, "I think The Game may have met his match, JR. But he's not going to take that lying down.Armageddon can't come soon enough."

The stage was set, and with each passing moment, the tension between the Lion of Rosengård and The Game mounted. In six days, the world would watch as these two forces clashed in a battle that would define their legacies.

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December 12 2002

Atlanta, Georgia

SmackDown began with a surge of excitement as The Lion by RZA and GZA echoed through the Philips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia. Just three days from his high-stakes, interpromotional 2-out-of-3 Falls Match against Triple H at Armageddon, Zlatan Ibrahimović walked down the ramp dressed in street clothes, his demeanor intense and focused. With his match against The Game looming, there was no mistaking the purpose and fire in his eyes.

Michael Cole noticed it immediately, commenting from ringside. "You can see it, Tazz—Zlatan's got a lot on his mind tonight. This isn't just any match coming up; this is personal."

Tazz nodded. "No doubt about it, Cole. The Lion of Rosengård is looking forward to Armageddon—and he's not just here to talk. He's here to send a message."

Zlatan slid into the ring, accepting a microphone from Tony Chimel. As he listened to the Ibra chants filling the arena, his expression grew contemplative, the weight of the upcoming battle clear on his face. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice carrying a serious tone that resonated with the fans.

"You know," Zlatan began, "I have to be careful about what I say right now. Because if I let every thought in my head out, this network would pull me off the air in a heartbeat. Most of those words… well, they're the four-letter kind."

The crowd cheered, sensing the restrained fury in his words. Zlatan continued, his gaze never wavering. "The past few weeks have been nothing but one cheap shot after another. First, The Game screws me over, costs me my shot at the WWE Championship. And then, yeah, I paid him back by doing the exact same thing—because that's what someone like him understands."

The crowd cheered again, and Zlatan allowed a slight smirk. But it quickly faded as he recalled the threats Triple H had hurled at him.

"Triple H said that at Armageddon, he's going to make me wish I'd never stepped into this ring. He thinks he's going to end my career." Zlatan paused, shaking his head before delivering his trademark Eh-EH! with a defiant smirk. "Let me make something clear. Zlatan Ibrahimović doesn't go down that easily."

The crowd erupted, and Tazz leaned in. "Ibra's not backing down one bit, Cole. This man's got steel in his veins."

Michael Cole added, "This isn't just a match; it's a war, and Zlatan's making sure The Game knows he's ready."

Zlatan took a deep breath before continuing. "When I came to WWE after WrestleMania, I heard all the stories about The Game. How he was this big deal, this 'Cerebral Assassin.' But what I saw… was someone who's never truly his own man. And that's the difference between us. I'm my own man. Zlatan Ibrahimović stands alone."

The crowd rallied behind him, chanting his name, and Zlatan's intensity grew. "At Armageddon, I'm going to play the Game one time—and one time only. And I'm going to end it. No more sneak attacks, no more talking. It's you and me, Hunter, and trust me, I'm not stepping into your ring—I'm stepping into our battlefield."

The arena roared in response, and Tazz shook his head, impressed. "This guy's dead serious, Cole. He's not messing around."

Cole agreed. "And he shouldn't be. This Sunday, in Ft. Lauderdale, it's going to be a war."

Zlatan paced the ring, allowing the chants to die down before his final words. "So Hunter, bring everything you've got. Bring Ric Flair, bring your ego, bring that sledgehammer if you need it. Because when it's over, with you lying flat on your back, I'll be the one heading to Royal Rumble. You can bet on it."

He dropped the mic, the crowd erupting once more as he stood tall, exuding defiance and focus. As he made his way back up the ramp, the WWE Universe knew this was no ordinary grudge match—this was a collision of pride, power, and legacy. In three days, the Lion of Rosengård and The Game would clash, and only one would emerge victorious.

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WWE Armageddon Promotional Commercial

Voice-over: "This Sunday… Two titans. Three falls. One path to glory."

The screen flashes with intense close-ups of Triple H and Zlatan Ibrahimović, their fierce gazes reflecting a rivalry that has reached its boiling point.

Voice-over: "It's personal… It's brutal… And it's final."

The scene cuts to highlights of Triple H delivering a devastatingPedigree, then shifts to Zlatan applying his deadlyMalmö Bridge, both men pushing each other to their limits in recent weeks.

Voice-over: "Fall one… Wrestling. A test of skill and strength."

Clips play of Triple H in action, his technical prowess on display, followed by Zlatan's agile and powerful strikes, showcasing the clash of styles in this monumental first fall.

Voice-over: "Fall two… Submission. Where one must tap out or be broken."

A flashback to King of the Ring, where Zlatan made Stone Cold Steve Austin submit, followed by Triple H, grimacing as he locks in his deadly holds. The stakes are rising.

Voice-over: "And if it goes to a third fall… It's No Holds Barred. A street fight where anything—and everything—is fair game."

Explosive moments of past street fights play out, with scenes of chairs, tables, and sledgehammers in brutal action. The stage is set for the final fall, a no-rules brawl for ultimate supremacy.

Voice-over: "The Lion of Rosengård… The Game… This Sunday, Armageddon awaits."

The screen fades to black, and the words appear in fiery text:"WWE Armageddon: Two Out of Three Falls—Only One Will Survive."

Voice-over: "Live this Sunday, only on pay-per-view."