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.

53. Game Time

December 15 2002

The backstage area of the Office Depot Center in Ft. Lauderdale buzzed with anticipation ahead ofArmageddon. In one of the locker rooms,Kurt Anglewas adjusting his gear, his focus squarely on his upcoming WWE Championship match against the monstrousBig Show. The door opened, and in walked Zlatan Ibrahimović, dressed for his war withTriple H. The two men exchanged a glance, a brief moment of tension lingering from their storied history as rivals and odd-couple tag partners.

Zlatan broke the silence with a smirk. "Kurt."

Kurt glanced up, nodding. "Zlatan."

Zlatan leaned against a locker, crossing his arms. "Big night tonight, huh? WWE Title on the line. You ready to take down the giant?"

Kurt scoffed, tying his boots. "Am I ready? Of course, I'm ready. I'm the freakin' Olympic Gold Medalist.Big Showdoesn't scare me. Sure, he's big. Sure, he's strong. But you can't suplex heart, and I've got plenty of that."

Zlatan chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, you're a real inspirational poster. But just so you know, when I beatThe Gametonight and head toRoyal Rumble, I'll be coming foryourtitle."

Kurt stopped, looking up with a raised brow. "My title, huh? Bold of you to assume I'll even have it. Big Show's not exactly a pushover, you know."

Zlatan shrugged. "Bold? No. Confident? Always. Besides, I think we both know who's the better man in this room."

Kurt straightened up, his trademark competitive smirk returning. "Oh, do we now? Last I checked, it's1-1between us. You made me tap atUnforgiven. I pinned you in the Iron Man match—even if Triple H got involved, a win is a win."

Zlatan pointed a finger. "Don't think I've forgotten, just so you know. But when I take down Triple H tonight, we'll finally settle it. Royal Rumble. You and me. One-on-one. No interruptions. No excuses. Just the best man walking out with the gold."

Kurt rubbed his chin, nodding thoughtfully. "I'll give you that, Zlatan. You're good. Annoying, but good."

Zlatan smirked. "Annoying? That's rich coming from Mr.Three I's."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't even start with that."

Before Zlatan could respond, the arena erupted into a loud chant:"SPOON! SPOON! SPOON!"

Kurt froze, groaning audibly as he dropped his head into his hands. "Oh, no. Not this again."

Zlatan couldn't hide his grin. "You know, Kurt, you really brought that one on yourself."

Kurt shot him a glare. "Don't remind me. You're the one who set me up to walk into the Divas' locker room. Do you have any idea how humiliating it was to get 'spooned' byTorrie WilsonandNidia? I'm an Olympic Gold Medalist, Zlatan. I hate that word."

Zlatan laughed, clearly enjoying himself. "Come on, Kurt, it was a lesson in respect. Besides, you looked like you were having fun."

Kurt shook his head, muttering under his breath. "I'll get you back for that someday. Mark my words."

Zlatan leaned in, his tone turning serious. "For what it's worth, I respect you, Kurt. But tonight, it's about handling our business. You take down Big Show, I take down Triple H, and we meet atRoyal Rumble. And when we do, no spoons—just you and me."

Kurt smirked, standing up and offering a handshake. "Deal. But don't forget, Zlatan—when it comes to the ring, I'm still the best in the world. It's true. It's damn true."

Zlatan shook his hand, his eyes narrowing. "We'll see about that."

As Zlatan turned to leave, the chant in the arena picked up again:"SPOON! SPOON! SPOON!"

Kurt sighed loudly, throwing his head back. "I hate you sometimes, Zlatan."

Without turning, Zlatan raised a hand in mock acknowledgment. "You're welcome, Kurt. You're welcome."

Michael Cole's voice from the commentary desk summed up the moment. "It's a rare meeting of two of the most competitive superstars in WWE—Zlatan and Kurt Angle—but you can feel the tension. If they both win tonight, we could see one of the biggest matches ever atRoyal Rumble!"

Tazz laughed. "Yeah, but poor Kurt's never gonna live that spoon thing down. Zlatan's in his head, Cole. Let's just hope he stays focused for his match tonight."

As the camera cut away, the WWE Universe knew that regardless of the humor, both men were ready for war, andArmageddon was shaping up to be an unforgettable night.

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Later on During PPV.

The arena lights dim, and the unmistakable sound of The Game by Motörhead begins to blast through the speakers, sending a wave of energy through the crowd. A mix of jeers and scattered cheers fills the arena as Triple H strides onto the entrance stage, his intensity evident in every step. The ever-present Ric Flair, the "Nature Boy," stands beside him, clapping and shouting words of encouragement as they survey the audience.

Triple H takes a deep breath, then pulls a water bottle to his lips, drinking and spitting it out with his signature flair before heading down the aisle. His eyes burn with a focused determination, his gaze steely, never breaking as he marches toward the ring.

Tony Chimel stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand, his voice booming over the crowd's mixed reaction. "The following contest is a 2 out of 3 Falls Match! Introducing first, accompanied by the Nature Boy Ric Flair, from Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at 272 pounds… Triple H!"

Triple H strides up to the apron, glancing around the arena as he sizes up the challenge that awaits. With a quick hop, he's up on the apron, giving one more fierce look across the sea of fans before launching his head back, spitting a wide arc of water into the air. The crowd's energy surges as he steps through the ropes and into the ring.

As he enters, Michael Cole, seated ringside with Tazz, begins the commentary. "And here is the second Grand Slam Champion in WWE history. But tonight, the Cerebral Assassin has two goals in mind. Number one: to put himself back in contention for the World Heavyweight Championship he lost back at Survivor Series. And number two, to end the young career of Zlatan Ibrahimović once and for all."

Tazz nods as he watches Triple H's intense demeanor. "Cole, I don't think I've ever seen 'The Game' look this focused. He's on a mission tonight, and when Triple H has that look, it usually spells trouble for his opponents."

Inside the ring, Triple H walks to a corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, soaking in the energy of the crowd. He leans forward, yelling down to the audience, declaring that he's going to end "The Lion" and reclaim the title he believes he rightfully deserves. He strikes his signature pose, flexing his muscles as the lights glint off his muscular frame, exuding raw confidence and power.

Michael Cole continues, "This match is more than personal. For Triple H, this is a matter of pride, legacy, and revenge. And for Zlatan, it's a chance to prove he belongs in the ring with the best."

Triple H steps down from the ropes, pacing the ring with his eyes locked on the entrance stage, waiting for the arrival of his young opponent. The tension builds as the crowd buzzes with anticipation, knowing the stakes of this battle.

The crowd erupts as The Lion by RZA and GZA thunders through the arena. Emerging onto the entrance stage, Zlatan Ibrahimović, the "Lion of Rosengård," makes his presence known. Dressed in his black ring gear, he sports a sleek leather vest emblazoned with the words Lion of Rosengård across the back. With his back to the crowd, Zlatan clenches his fists and raises his arms, striking a pose reminiscent of Y2J, his confidence radiating through the arena.

Tony Chimel announces, "And his opponent, from Malmö, Sweden, weighing in at 255 pounds… Zlatan Ibrahimović!"

Zlatan spins around, his intense gaze immediately locking onto Triple H, who stands waiting in the ring with an unyielding look. The Game doesn't flinch as Zlatan strides down the ramp, his every step deliberate, carrying the swagger and purpose of a man who knows the stakes.

Michael Cole begins, "In just eight short months, Zlatan has taken WWE by storm, already becoming an Intercontinental Champion and a Tag Team Champion. But tonight, he's here with a purpose that goes beyond gold – tonight is about proving that he can stand toe-to-toe with one of the greatest of all time, and a guaranteed title shot at the Royal Rumble."

Cole's words hang in the air as the audience absorbs the gravity of the match. "If Triple H wins tonight, he'll have a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, but if Zlatan wins… he'll be in line for a shot at the WWE Championship," he continues, laying out the stakes.

Tazz nods, adding, "And you know, Cole, this isn't just another match. The stakes couldn't be higher, and I think Zlatan knows exactly what he's walking into. The Game isn't just looking to win – he's looking to send a message and maybe end Zlatan's career in the process."

With every step toward the ring, Zlatan's focus sharpens, his eyes never leaving Triple H. Flair leans in close to Triple H, giving last-minute advice, and the two exchange a quick nod of understanding. Zlatan steps up onto the apron, pausing for a heartbeat to glare at Flair before he climbs into the ring, drawing even closer to his legendary opponent.

The crowd's anticipation peaks as Zlatan and Triple H stand face-to-face in the center of the ring. The arena lights reflect off their intense expressions, and for a moment, everything else fades away. The stakes, the accolades, the titles – all of it crystallizes into this moment, this battle between a legend and a rising star, each with everything to gain and even more to lose.

As Zlatan steps into the ring, his gaze shifts from The Game to the Nature Boy standing at ringside. Knowing just how influential Ric Flair can be in these high-stakes matches, Zlatan can't resist the opportunity. With a smirk, he throws in a mock Nature Boy strut, moving across the ring with exaggerated flair. He finishes with a sarcastic "Wooo!" that echoes through the arena, triggering laughter and cheers from the crowd.

Flair's smile vanishes, replaced by a look of pure offense. Unable to let the insult slide, he approaches the ring, shouting back at Zlatan. Jack Doan, the assigned official for this match, steps between them, blocking Flair from getting any closer. Flair and Doan exchange heated words as the official tries to keep the peace, but Zlatan stands back, his grin widening as he watches the drama unfold.

Finally, after a few moments of heated exchange, Jack Doan has had enough. He points toward the entrance ramp, signaling for Flair to be ejected from ringside. The crowd erupts in cheers as Flair's expression shifts from anger to disbelief. Triple H looks on, visibly frustrated by the official's decision, his advantage slipping away before the match has even begun.

Michael Cole jumps in on commentary, "Well, it looks like Zlatan's mind games have already paid off! The official has ejected Ric Flair from ringside!"

Tazz chuckles, "Cole, that's exactly what I mean when I say Ibra's a master of mind games. He knew how much Flair would get under his skin, and he played it perfectly. Now Triple H is going into this without his backup."

As Flair reluctantly heads up the ramp, Triple H throws one last glare toward Zlatan, who shrugs it off with a smirk, looking every bit the confident underdog. The mind games have begun, and with Flair out of the picture, the playing field is set for an epic clash between the veteran and the rising star.

As the bell rings, Zlatan shrugs off his leather vest, tossing it out of the ring, and steps forward to lock up with Triple H. The two powerful men grapple, each trying to gain the upper hand as they jockey for position, the crowd buzzing with anticipation.

Michael Cole calls the action. "Here we go, folks! The first fall will be a traditional wrestling match. If it goes to a second, it'll be a submission match, and if needed, the third fall will be a street fight. These two are set to go the distance!"

Tazz adds, "You know, Cole, they're not too far off in size – Triple H has about a 17-pound advantage, but Zlatan has that raw athleticism. This should be a close one."

The referee calls for a break as the two men struggle against each other in the corner. Triple H steps back with a cocky smirk, patting Zlatan's cheek as he mutters some trash talk. Zlatan's response is immediate; he smirks back, clearly unfazed, before retaliating with a stinging slap that echoes throughout the arena.

Michael Cole exclaims, "What a slap! The Lion of Rosengård isn't here to back down!"

Zlatan follows up with a flurry of right and left hands, forcing Triple H onto the defensive. He quickly grabs The Game, whipping him across the ring and then launching him into the air with a massive back body drop. Triple H crashes to the mat, grimacing in pain, and before he can fully recover, Zlatan follows up with a thunderous clothesline that sends The Game rolling out of the ring to regroup.

Cole jumps in, "Triple H rolling out to catch his breath here – Tazz, you think this is a good strategy?"

Tazz nods, "I don't see a problem with it, Cole. Triple H is a veteran. He knows he's gotta wrestle this match at his pace. If he lets the young buck set the tempo, things could get out of hand real quick."

As Triple H regroups outside, Michael Cole recaps the tension between the two. "Let's not forget how personal this has gotten. Late last month, Triple H cost Zlatan a WWE Title opportunity by interfering in that grueling 30-Minute Iron Man match against Kurt Angle on SmackDown. Then, just a week later, Zlatan returned the favor, costing The Game his chance at the World Heavyweight Title on Raw."

The intensity in the ring is palpable as Triple H paces around the outside, shooting glares up at Zlatan, who stands poised and ready, waiting for his opponent to get back in. Both men know what's at stake tonight – pride, revenge, and a title shot at the Royal Rumble.

Triple H, now composed despite the loss of his ally Ric Flair, re-enters the ring with a renewed determination. He steps up to Zlatan, and the two lock up once again, the veteran showing his experience as he swiftly drives a knee into Zlatan's midsection. Triple H follows up with a stiff right hand, then another, forcing Zlatan back into the corner.

With his opponent now on the defensive, Triple H unloads a series of brutal punches, each one more forceful than the last. As he presses his forearm against Zlatan's chest, he leans in, sneering. "Welcome to the big leagues, kid," he taunts. "This is where the big boys play. You're not in my league."

The words seem to ignite something within Zlatan. As Triple H pulls back to deliver another punch, Zlatan blocks it, catching The Game by surprise. Zlatan fires back with his own hard-hitting right hands, each punch landing with precision and force, driving Triple H out of the corner and back into the center of the ring.

Michael Cole is quick to jump in. "Look at that! Zlatan's not backing down – The Lion of Rosengård is showing exactly why he belongs here!"

Tazz nods in agreement. "That trash talk might've just backfired on The Game, Cole. Zlatan's fired up, and when you've got a young, hungry guy like him motivated, it's dangerous for even the best in the business."

As Zlatan's punches drive Triple H back, The Game quickly resorts to a veteran tactic, jabbing his thumb into Zlatan's eye. Zlatan stumbles, momentarily blinded, his momentum halted. Seizing the opportunity, Triple H grabs Zlatan in a tight side headlock, wrenching down hard to keep control.

Michael Cole reacts, "And just like that, Triple H stops Zlatan's momentum. A thumb to the eye – classic underhanded move, but it's effective."

Tazz chimes in, "That's the experience edge right there, Cole. Triple H knows all the tricks, and he's not afraid to use 'em. He's here to win, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep that advantage."

With Zlatan trapped in the headlock, Triple H tightens his grip, leaning his weight onto Zlatan and forcing him down, keeping the pressure on and wearing down the younger competitor. The crowd begins to rally behind Zlatan, willing him to break free from the hold.

Feeling the energy of the crowd behind him, Zlatan digs deep, powering his way out of Triple H's headlock by pushing him toward the ropes. The Game rebounds, charging back toward Zlatan, who swiftly ducks under him, letting Triple H sail past. As Triple H bounces off the ropes again, Zlatan shows his athleticism by leaping high into the air, performing a perfect leapfrog over the veteran.

As Triple H rebounds a third time, he's met with a powerful Lou Thesz Press from Zlatan, who takes him down hard to the mat. Zlatan, now fired up, begins raining down a series of right hands on The Game, each punch landing with intensity and purpose as the crowd erupts in support.

Michael Cole calls out, "Look at the fire in Zlatan Ibrahimović! The Lion of Rosengård is bringing the fight to Triple H!"

Tazz adds, "That's what you need to do against a guy like Triple H. You can't let him control the pace – Zlatan's keeping him on his toes, and right now, he's got the upper hand!"

Zlatan continues his assault, each punch a statement, showing that he belongs in the ring with one of WWE's top superstars.

With Triple H down, Zlatan wastes no time. He bounces off the ropes, building momentum before dropping a solid elbow right onto The Game's chest. Sensing an opportunity to gain an early advantage, Zlatan quickly goes for the cover, hooking the leg.

"Here's the first cover of the match!" Michael Cole exclaims as the referee counts, "One—" But Triple H powers out, kicking out at just one.

Undeterred, Zlatan gets back to his feet, eyeing his opponent with fierce determination. He drops another elbow onto Triple H, making sure to keep the pressure on. This time, though, Zlatan shifts his strategy, targeting a known weakness of The Game – the surgically repaired quadriceps muscle that sidelined Triple H for eight months last year.

Michael Cole quickly notes the tactic, "Smart move by Zlatan! He's going after that quad, which Triple H tore last year and had to have surgically repaired. He only came back this January – that leg could be a weak point."

Tazz nods, adding, "Absolutely, Cole. That's the kind of strategy that shows Zlatan's learning fast in this business. If he can keep The Game grounded and work that leg, it could seriously hamper Triple H's offense."

Zlatan drops a knee onto the targeted leg, applying pressure to the weakened muscle, wrenching it with calculated force as Triple H grimaces in pain. The crowd begins to sense the shift as Zlatan expertly focuses his offense, showing that he's not just about raw power – he's bringing strategy to the ring tonight.

Wasting no time, Zlatan grabs hold of Triple H's leg and expertly locks in a leg lock, targeting the injured quadriceps with precision. He wrenches back, applying pressure directly to the surgically repaired muscle, causing Triple H to grimace in agony. Zlatan's focus is unwavering as he leans into the hold, tightening his grip and amplifying the strain on The Game's vulnerable leg.

Michael Cole comments, "Look at this! Zlatan's got that leg lock locked in tight, right on that surgically repaired quad of Triple H! This is smart, methodical offense from the Lion of Rosengård."

Tazz adds, "This is what separates the good from the great, Cole. Zlatan's not just brawling – he's picking apart Triple H's weakness, forcing him to fight out of this hold and potentially re-aggravating that injury."

Triple H struggles, pounding the mat in frustration, his face contorted in pain as he tries to find a way to escape. The crowd is split, some cheering for Triple H to fight out of it, while others rally behind Zlatan, impressed by his strategic offense. With every second that passes, the damage to The Game's leg mounts, putting him in an increasingly vulnerable position early in this first fall.

As Zlatan keeps the leg lock firmly in place, Michael Cole provides context to the brewing animosity. "You know, Tazz, since Shawn Michaels returned this past summer, Triple H has been a different man. He's become obsessed with proving he's the best. And in his eyes, Zlatan screwed him over when he confronted him backstage before the Elimination Chamber match at Survivor Series, the match where Triple H ultimately lost the World Heavyweight Title. He feels like Zlatan has no business being in the WWE, let alone competing with him."

Tazz adds, "It goes deeper than that, Cole. Think back to when Zlatan was traded to SmackDown. He was saying his goodbyes on Raw, and he made a point of giving The Game a warning. He told Triple H that if they ever faced off, and if Triple H tried to use that sledgehammer on him like he did on HBK at SummerSlam, he wouldn't like the way things would turn out. Well, The Game didn't take too kindly to that. That's exactly why he cost Zlatan a WWE Title shot – he wanted to show this 'young buck' who's boss."

Cole nods, following the story. "And Triple H should've listened, because Zlatan returned the favor the very next week, costing him his opportunity at the World Heavyweight Championship. This has become so much more than just a match – it's personal."

In the ring, Triple H struggles, his face twisted in pain as he tries to pry himself free from Zlatan's leg lock. The personal stakes, the pride, and the grudges come alive in this moment, with every twist of Zlatan's hold on Triple H's injured quad. The crowd watches, captivated by the layered history that's brought them to this high-stakes clash.

Triple H grits his teeth, summoning his strength to throw a series of right hands, each punch connecting with Zlatan and loosening the leg lock's grip. After a few solid blows, he finally manages to break free, crawling back and quickly trying to massage his surgically repaired quad, attempting to get the blood flowing back into his weakened leg.

As The Game steadies himself and rises, turning back toward Zlatan, he's caught completely off guard. Zlatan, wasting no time, pivots on his foot and unleashes a fierce roundhouse kick. His martial arts background shines through in the precision and power of the strike, as his foot connects squarely with the side of Triple H's head, sending The Game crashing to the mat.

Michael Cole exclaims, "What a roundhouse kick! That martial arts background of Zlatan's just came into play in a big way!"

Tazz nods in agreement. "That's the thing about Zlatan, Cole – he's not your average wrestler. He's got that unique skill set, and a move like that can turn things around in a heartbeat."

Zlatan stands tall, breathing heavily as he watches Triple H on the mat, momentarily dazed from the impact. The crowd roars, knowing that Zlatan is gaining the upper hand, and the intensity of the match continues to escalate with every hard-hitting moment.

Not giving Triple H a moment to recover, Zlatan grabs hold of The Game's leg, pulling him up just enough to set him up for his next move. With a firm grip on Triple H's leg, Zlatan executes a swift leg lace takedown, wrenching The Game back down to the mat, further targeting that surgically repaired quadricep.

Michael Cole is quick to point it out, "Zlatan isn't letting up on that leg! Another targeted move right to that weakened quad, and you can see the pain etched on Triple H's face."

Tazz adds, "This is smart wrestling, Cole. Zlatan knows that if he can keep working on that leg, he's not just wearing Triple H down – he's taking away The Game's base, his power, and his ability to execute those big moves he's known for. Every move is a calculated shot at Triple H's weakness."

With Triple H grounded once again, clutching his leg in pain, Zlatan takes a moment to survey his opponent, his strategy unfolding as he continues to dismantle The Game piece by piece, showing his focus and discipline in this high-stakes encounter.

Seeing Triple H down and vulnerable, Zlatan smirks, deciding to add insult to injury. He grabs hold of Triple H's legs and skillfully twists them into position, locking in none other than the Figure Four Leg Lock – a move famously associated with Ric Flair himself.

The crowd erupts in surprise and excitement as Zlatan applies the hold, wrenching back and adding pressure to The Game's already injured leg. Triple H's face contorts in agony as he claws at the mat, desperately trying to withstand the pain.

Michael Cole shouts, "Would you look at this? Zlatan just locked in the Figure Four! Talk about rubbing salt in the wound – using Flair's own move on Triple H!"

Tazz chuckles, "That's mind games right there, Cole. Zlatan's not just hurting him; he's mocking him and sending a message. He's saying, 'I don't need Flair out here to beat you, I'll use his own move and do it myself!'"

Triple H thrashes in the hold, his fists pounding the mat as he tries to fight through the pain. The crowd is electric, some chanting for him to hold on, while others rally behind Zlatan, impressed by his confidence and strategic play. With every second that passes, the pain in Triple H's leg intensifies, as Zlatan wrenches back, putting The Game in a world of hurt and at risk of losing the first fall.

As Zlatan cranks up the pressure on the Figure Four Leg Lock, referee Jack Doan is right there, kneeling beside Triple H, asking if he wants to give up. The Game, gritting his teeth and shaking his head, refuses to submit, his face twisted in agony.

Michael Cole, observing the scene, remarks, "I'll admit, I expected Zlatan to come out here all guns blazing, but he's been so methodical tonight. He's aggressive when he needs to be, but he's also targeted Triple H's weaknesses with precision."

Tazz nods in agreement, adding, "That speaks volumes about the tactical mind Ibrahimović has, Cole. He's not just a powerhouse – he's got the strategy to back it up, and that's exactly why he's racked up so many accolades so quickly here in WWE. This isn't just about brute force; Zlatan's showing he knows how to dissect an opponent, and he's doing it against one of the best in the game."

With each passing moment, Triple H's resolve is visibly tested as the pain intensifies, the hold applying unrelenting pressure on his weakened leg. Zlatan keeps his focus, keeping the hold tight, knowing he's close to potentially securing the first fall if Triple H's endurance wavers.

Drawing on his years of experience, Triple H grits through the pain, using his upper body strength to shift his weight and twist the Figure Four into a reverse position, flipping Zlatan onto his back and reversing the pressure back onto the Lion of Rosengård. Caught off guard, Zlatan feels the intense strain in his own legs and quickly releases the hold, breaking free before the reversal can cause him significant damage.

Michael Cole reacts, "And there it is – the experience of Triple H! He managed to reverse the Figure Four, turning the tables on Zlatan."

Tazz chimes in, "That's classic Triple H, Cole. He may be hurting, but his ring awareness is on another level. He knew exactly how to counter, and it forced Zlatan to let go."

Both men roll away from each other, taking a moment to recover, each showing the signs of this grueling first fall. The intensity of the match continues to build as they size each other up again, knowing they're just getting started in this battle of strength, skill, and willpower.

Zlatan, staying aggressive, moves quickly to get Triple H back on his feet. He grabs The Game and attempts to whip him across the ring, but Triple H plants his foot and reverses, sending Zlatan into the ropes instead. As Zlatan rebounds, Triple H swings a powerful right hand, but Zlatan ducks under it, showing his agility.

However, as Zlatan turns back toward him, Triple H delivers a perfectly timed high knee, catching Zlatan flush in the jaw and taking him down hard. The move, a nod to Harley Race, draws a reaction from the crowd, who recognize the precision and impact of the maneuver.

Michael Cole is quick to call it, "What a high knee from Triple H! Shades of the great Harley Race there, and it buys The Game some much-needed time to recover."

Tazz adds, "And he needed that, Cole. That knee was right on the money. Zlatan was building momentum, and Triple H just cut him off. Now he's got a moment to get himself together and get that blood flowing back to that quad."

On the mat, Zlatan clutches his jaw, momentarily stunned, while Triple H leans on the ropes, taking the opportunity to massage his leg and shake it out, trying to regain feeling in his weakened quad. The Game's composure and veteran instincts are on full display as he carefully resets, readying himself for the next exchange.

With Zlatan down on the mat, Triple H wastes no time in capitalizing. He moves in methodically, stomping on Zlatan's body with calculated precision, each stomp aimed at keeping the Lion of Rosengård grounded and under control. The crowd reacts with a mix of boos and cheers as The Game begins to reassert his dominance.

Michael Cole narrates, "Triple H now targeting Zlatan with those methodical stomps, making sure the Lion of Rosengård stays down."

Tazz adds, "That's vintage Triple H, Cole. Keep your opponent grounded and don't let them get their wind back."

Satisfied with his stomps, Triple H drops down and mounts Zlatan, grabbing him by the head and unleashing a series of punishing right hands. Each punch lands with authority as Zlatan tries to shield himself, but Triple H's onslaught is relentless, the intensity of his strikes reflecting the personal animosity driving this match.

Michael Cole comments, "Look at those right hands! The Game is just hammering away, taking out weeks of frustration on Zlatan."

Tazz nods, "You can see it in every punch, Cole. This isn't just about winning a fall – this is about sending a message. Triple H wants to remind Zlatan exactly who he's in the ring with."

As the referee steps in to warn Triple H about the closed fists, The Game backs off momentarily, but the damage is done. Zlatan lies on the mat, clutching his head, as Triple H slowly rises, smirking with satisfaction as he surveys his handiwork.

Triple H, not letting up, drags Zlatan toward the apron and steps out of the ring. With Zlatan's upper body hanging over the edge, The Game delivers a sharp, calculated elbow drop to Zlatan's chest, driving the wind out of him. He follows up with a second elbow drop, each strike precise and punishing.

Michael Cole calls it, "Triple H, targeting the chest and ribs now, keeping Zlatan completely on the defensive!"

Tazz adds, "That's what makes Triple H so dangerous, Cole. He doesn't just overpower you – he breaks you down piece by piece."

Satisfied with his work on the outside, Triple H climbs back into the ring, pulling Zlatan up by his head. With a fluid motion, The Game sets up and executes a perfectly executed neckbreaker, dropping Zlatan hard to the mat. Zlatan grabs the back of his neck, wincing in pain as Triple H wastes no time in going for the cover, hooking the leg.

The referee drops to count. "One… Two—"

But Zlatan kicks out with authority, refusing to let Triple H take the first fall.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan kicks out at two! The Lion of Rosengård showing his resilience here!"

Tazz nods. "That's what you want to see, Cole. The kid's got fight in him. But Triple H isn't gonna give him a second to breathe – the longer this goes, the more that experience advantage comes into play."

Triple H rises to his feet, a frustrated glare crossing his face as he glares down at Zlatan, already plotting his next move to keep the young star on the defensive.

Triple H rises to his feet and backs into a corner, leaning against the turnbuckle as he takes a moment to strategize. His mind works quickly, calculating which move could cause the most damage to Zlatan and firmly establish his dominance in this opening fall. His eyes narrow as he steps forward, his plan clear.

Walking with purpose, The Game approaches Zlatan, who is still on the mat, dazed from the neckbreaker. With precision and ferocity, Triple H drops a knee right onto Zlatan's forehead, the impact echoing through the arena. Zlatan grabs his head, writhing in pain as Triple H rises, looking down at his handiwork with a smirk.

Michael Cole reacts, "And there's that devastating knee drop from Triple H! You can see the calculated aggression in every move he makes."

Tazz chimes in, "Even without Ric Flair at ringside, you can feel his influence, Cole. That knee drop is straight out of The Nature Boy's playbook – methodical, devastating, and meant to send a message."

Triple H doesn't waste a second, stalking Zlatan with a mix of frustration and confidence. He knows he's in control at this moment, and every action he takes is designed to punish Zlatan further while asserting his dominance as the superior competitor. The crowd remains on edge, watching as The Cerebral Assassin continues to dissect his opponent.

Reeling from the knee drops, Zlatan instinctively rolls toward the corner, clutching his head in pain. Triple H is relentless, following his prey with calculated aggression. He closes the distance, delivering a series of sharp right hands, each one driving Zlatan further into the turnbuckle.

Michael Cole calls the action, "Triple H is just dissecting Zlatan Ibrahimović here, picking him apart piece by piece."

Tazz adds, "This is why they call him The Cerebral Assassin, Cole. Every move is meant to punish and wear down his opponent."

Not satisfied with just the punches, Triple H presses his boot against Zlatan's neck, choking him against the turnbuckle. Referee Jack Doan immediately steps in, beginning the count. "One! Two! Three! Four—"

At the very last moment, Triple H releases the hold, stepping back with a cocky smirk, clearly in control of the match. He glares down at Zlatan, then leans in close, mocking the younger superstar. "Welcome to the big leagues, kid," he sneers, giving Zlatan a shove for good measure.

Michael Cole reacts, "Triple H is absolutely in control right now. The Cerebral Assassin is living up to his name, dissecting Zlatan and showing no mercy."

Tazz nods, "You can see it, Cole – this is the game plan in action. Triple H isn't just wrestling; he's making a statement. He's reminding Zlatan exactly who runs the show here."

Zlatan clutches the ropes, trying to regroup, as the veteran prowls the ring, feeding off the moment and the crowd's mixed reaction. The match has become a showcase of Triple H's dominance, but Zlatan is far from finished.

Triple H, fully in control, pulls Zlatan back to his feet, ready to inflict even more punishment. But the Lion of Rosengård has no quit in him. Zlatan begins firing back with hard right hands, each one landing clean and forcing The Game to stagger. The crowd roars in approval as Zlatan begins to build momentum.

Michael Cole exclaims, "The Lion of Rosengård is battling back! He's showing he's never out of it for long!"

Tazz adds, "That's the heart of Zlatan, Cole. You can knock him down, but you can't keep him there. This kid's got fire!"

Zlatan whips Triple H across the ring, looking to capitalize, but The Game reverses the momentum. As Zlatan telegraphs a back body drop, Triple H counters with a perfectly executed facebuster, driving his knee into Zlatan's face and stunning the rising star.

Michael Cole shouts, "What a counter by Triple H! That facebuster just rocked Zlatan!"

Triple H wastes no time, grabbing the dazed Zlatan and planting him with a textbook DDT, spiking him headfirst into the mat. The crowd erupts at the impactful move as Triple H quickly rolls Zlatan onto his back and hooks the leg for the cover.

"One… Two…"

But Zlatan kicks out, showing his resilience once again.

Michael Cole reacts, "And Zlatan kicks out! The Lion of Rosengård just refuses to stay down!"

Tazz nods. "That's guts right there, Cole. But let's not kid ourselves – Triple H is in the driver's seat, and Zlatan's gotta find a way to turn this around, or the first fall might slip away from him."

Triple H sits up, visibly frustrated but not surprised, as he plans his next move, knowing that this battle is far from over. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, fully invested in the escalating war between the veteran and the rising star.

Triple H rises to his feet, glancing around the arena as a chorus of boos rains down on him. Rather than being deterred, The Game thrives on the hostility, a twisted smirk crossing his face as he soaks in the crowd's disdain. He feeds off the hatred, channeling it into his next move.

Michael Cole observes, "Listen to this crowd! They're letting Triple H hear it, but he's not bothered in the slightest – he's feeding off the energy."

Tazz adds, "That's vintage Triple H, Cole. He doesn't care if they love him or hate him – as long as they're reacting, he's in his element."

With a calculated glare, Triple H grabs Zlatan and twists his opponent's body into an abdominal stretch, locking it in with precision. The move not only inflicts pain on Zlatan's midsection but also forces him to carry The Game's weight, further wearing him down. Triple H wrenches back, applying maximum pressure as Zlatan grimaces in pain, his face contorted as he struggles to fight out of the hold.

Michael Cole calls it, "And now the abdominal stretch! Triple H methodically wearing down Zlatan Ibrahimović, targeting the core and forcing him to carry all that weight!"

Tazz adds, "This is textbook strategy, Cole. Slow the kid down, take the fight out of him, and control the pace. Triple H isn't rushing – he's grinding Zlatan down, making him pay for every breath he takes."

The referee checks on Zlatan, asking if he wants to give up, but the Lion of Rosengård shakes his head defiantly. The crowd begins to rally behind Zlatan, clapping and chanting, urging him to fight out of the painful hold. Triple H sneers, ignoring the chants as he wrenches back even harder, fully in control and relishing the punishment he's dishing out.

The crowd inside the Office Depot Center erupts with chants of "Ibra! Ibra!" as they rally behind the Lion of Rosengård. Fueled by the energy, Zlatan digs deep and begins fighting out of the abdominal stretch, driving his elbow into Triple H's ribs repeatedly. With one final surge, Zlatan powers out, countering with a big hip toss that sends Triple H sprawling to the mat.

Michael Cole exclaims, "What a counter! The chants of this crowd have reignited Zlatan, and now he's fighting back!"

Tazz adds, "This is what Triple H didn't want, Cole. You can't let a guy like Zlatan feed off the crowd – it just fuels his fire!"

As Triple H scrambles to his feet, Zlatan meets him with hard right hands, each punch landing with precision and rocking The Game. Triple H, stubbornly refusing to back down, retaliates with right hands of his own. But this is a mistake – Zlatan thrives in a brawl. The two exchange blows in the middle of the ring, with the crowd roaring after every strike.

Michael Cole notes, "Triple H is returning the favor with those right hands, but this might not be the smartest strategy. Zlatan excels in situations like this!"

Tazz agrees, "Yeah, Cole, you don't want to trade shots with someone like Zlatan. He's got power and speed – that's a dangerous combination."

Zlatan goes for a thrust kick, aiming for Triple H's chest, but The Game catches his leg mid-air and smirks, thinking he's outsmarted the younger superstar. As Triple H spins Zlatan around, Zlatan uses the momentum to deliver a stunning spinning heel kick that connects flush with Triple H's head, sending him crashing to the mat.

Michael Cole shouts, "What a move! Zlatan with a spinning heel kick out of nowhere, taking down Triple H!"

Tazz adds, "That's that martial arts background, Cole! Triple H thought he had him, but Zlatan turned it into a highlight reel moment. That's why this kid's the real deal!"

The crowd erupts as Zlatan stands tall, breathing heavily but clearly back in the fight. Triple H, momentarily stunned, lies on the mat as Zlatan prepares to capitalize on his momentum.

Zlatan takes a moment to regain his composure, breathing heavily as he shakes off the pain inflicted by Triple H's methodical offense. Across the ring, Triple H, still reeling from the spinning heel kick, pulls himself to his feet, visibly dazed but determined to fight on.

Wasting no time, Zlatan charges forward and connects with a powerful clothesline, knocking The Game back down. The crowd erupts as Zlatan immediately follows up with another clothesline, sending Triple H to the mat again. The momentum is clearly shifting.

Michael Cole shouts, "Zlatan is building momentum! The Lion of Rosengård is back in this match!"

Tazz adds, "He's feeding off the energy of the crowd, Cole. This is where Zlatan is at his most dangerous – when he's rolling like this."

Seizing the opportunity, Zlatan grabs Triple H and whips him hard into the corner. The impact shakes the ring, and Zlatan charges in to follow up. However, Triple H lifts a boot just in time, catching Zlatan square in the face and halting his momentum.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Boot to the face by Triple H! The Game showing why he's so hard to keep down."

Triple H capitalizes on the moment, charging out of the corner for a tackle. But Zlatan, using his strength and awareness, counters by catching The Game mid-charge and delivering a textbook belly-to-belly suplex. The crowd erupts as Triple H crashes to the mat with authority.

Michael Cole yells, "What a counter by Zlatan! A belly-to-belly suplex, and Triple H is down again!"

Zlatan wastes no time, quickly going for the cover and hooking the leg. The referee slides into position.

"One… Two…"

But Triple H kicks out, keeping the first fall alive.

Tazz reacts, "Triple H isn't done yet, Cole. That was close, but you know The Game – he's not going down that easy."

Zlatan sits up, glancing at the referee for confirmation before nodding, staying focused. He knows the first fall is within his grasp and prepares to keep the pressure on Triple H, determined to make a statement in this high-stakes battle.

Zlatan gets to his feet, his face a mix of focus and determination. Tazz chimes in on commentary, "Ibra needs to keep the pressure on Triple H here, Cole. He can't give The Game any room to breathe – not with this much at stake."

Following Tazz's advice in spirit, Zlatan grabs Triple H and begins pulling him to his feet. But The Game, ever the veteran, drives a sharp kick into Zlatan's midsection, doubling him over. Sensing an opportunity, Triple H quickly sets Zlatan up for the Pedigree, the crowd roaring in anticipation.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Triple H is looking for the Pedigree! This could be it for the first fall!"

But Zlatan, showing incredible awareness and strength, counters the attempt, hoisting Triple H up and over with a back body drop, sending The Game crashing hard to the mat. The crowd erupts as Zlatan regains control.

Tazz shouts, "What a counter! That's the fight in Zlatan! He's not letting Triple H put him away that easily!"

As Triple H struggles to get back to his feet, Zlatan doesn't waste a moment. He quickly rolls Triple H into an Oklahoma Roll, surprising The Game and catching the crowd off guard. The referee slides into position for the count.

"One… Two…"

But Triple H powers out just before the count of three, the crowd gasping at the near fall.

Michael Cole reacts, "Oh, so close! Zlatan almost stole the first fall right there!"

Tazz adds, "That's the unpredictability of Zlatan, Cole. He's mixing things up, keeping Triple H guessing, and that's exactly what you need to do against a guy like The Game."

Zlatan sits up, slightly frustrated but undeterred, as the crowd buzzes with excitement. Triple H rolls to the ropes, trying to regroup as Zlatan prepares to keep pressing forward, knowing that the first fall is still up for grabs.

Zlatan takes a moment to compose himself, rising to his feet with determination etched on his face. He watches Triple H carefully, waiting patiently as The Game slowly pulls himself upright, still reeling from the back-and-forth action.

Michael Cole notes, "Zlatan is showing patience here, waiting for his moment. This could be a game-changing opportunity!"

Tazz adds, "He's got something in mind, Cole, and if I'm Triple H, I'd be worried about what's coming next."

As Triple H gets to his feet, Zlatan moves in with precision, scooping The Game onto his shoulders. With power and precision, Zlatan drives Triple H face-first into the top turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes, sending The Game staggering backward. Without hesitation, Zlatan bounces off the ropes and barrels toward Triple H, delivering a thunderous spearthat takes him down hard.

Michael Cole exclaims, "What a spear! Zlatan is on fire!"

Tazz nods, "You can feel it, Cole – The Lion of Rosengård is feeding off this momentum. He's getting ready to put The Game away!"

The crowd is electric as Zlatan pops up, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He raises his arm and makes his signature cut-throat taunt, signaling to the crowd that he's about to unleash his finishing sequence.

"The Lion is ready to roar!" Cole shouts as Zlatan's confidence radiates through the arena.

Zlatan steps back to the corner, crouching down and beginning to stomp the mat rhythmically, his eyes locked on Triple H. The crowd stomps along, their energy building as Zlatan prepares to strike, ready to deliver a decisive blow and potentially claim the first fall. The anticipation in the Office Depot Center is palpable as everyone waits for the next explosive moment.

Triple H slowly gets to his feet, unaware of the danger lurking in the corner. Zlatan crouches low, stalking The Game, his eyes locked on his target as the crowd stomps and cheers along with his rhythm. The tension is electric as Triple H finally turns around, and Zlatan explodes out of the corner, going for his signature Lion's Roar superkick.

Michael Cole shouts, "Zlatan's looking to end it here with the Lion's Roar!"

But Triple H's veteran instincts kick in, and he ducks under the devastating kick. As Zlatan spins around, The Game quickly capitalizes, delivering a sharp kick to Zlatan's midsection. The crowd gasps as Triple H hooks Zlatan's arms and plants him with the Pedigree, the impact echoing through the arena.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Pedigree! The Pedigree connects! Triple H might have the first fall!"

Tazz adds, "That's why they call him The Cerebral Assassin, Cole! One mistake, and Triple H makes you pay for it."

Triple H quickly rolls Zlatan over and hooks the leg for the cover. The referee counts:

"One… Two… Three!"

The bell rings as the crowd erupts in a mix of boos and cheers. Triple H rolls off Zlatan, a smug grin spreading across his face as he raises an arm in victory.

Tony Chimel's voice echoes through the arena: "The winner of the first fall… Triple H!"

Michael Cole comments, "And just like that, Triple H takes the first fall with the Pedigree! Zlatan was so close, but The Game's experience and precision gave him the edge."

Tazz adds, "That's the thing about Triple H, Cole – you make one mistake, and he doesn't just capitalize; he ends you. But remember, this is a 2-out-of-3 Falls Match. Zlatan's not out of it yet, but he's got an uphill climb now."

As the referee checks on Zlatan, Triple H takes a moment to lean against the ropes, catching his breath and smirking at the crowd. He knows he's in the driver's seat, but the match is far from over. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as the second fall looms, with everything still on the line.

As the bell rings for the second fall, signaling the start of the submission match, the crowd buzzes with anticipation. Many believe this stipulation could favor Zlatan Ibrahimović, whose athleticism and diverse background lend themselves to technical and submission holds. But Triple H, determined to maintain his momentum, wastes no time.

As Zlatan pushes himself to his feet, still feeling the effects of the Pedigree from the first fall, Triple H closes the gap and unloads with a series of heavy right hands. Each punch lands with force, driving Zlatan back and keeping him on the defensive.

Michael Cole calls the action, "Triple H isn't wasting any time here! He knows how dangerous Zlatan can be in a submission match, and he's looking to keep the Lion of Rosengård on the back foot."

Tazz adds, "That's smart strategy, Cole. Don't let Zlatan get into a rhythm – hit him hard, hit him often, and keep him from applying any of those holds he's got in his arsenal."

With Zlatan backed into the corner, Triple H continues to lay into him with stiff shots, each blow rocking the younger superstar. Zlatan tries to cover up, but The Game's relentless aggression leaves little room for recovery. The stakes are clear: if Zlatan can win this fall, he forces a deciding third fall, but if Triple H secures the submission, the match is over, and The Game earns the coveted title opportunity.

Michael Cole notes, "This is such a critical fall, Tazz. If Zlatan doesn't find a way to turn things around, Triple H could walk out of here with a clean sweep."

Tazz replies, "No doubt about it, Cole. Zlatan's tough, but this is Triple H we're talking about. He's a master of these kinds of high-stakes situations."

The crowd rallies behind Zlatan, chanting his name, urging him to fight back as Triple H continues his assault, determined to wear him down and keep the match firmly under his control.

Triple H, firmly in control, hooks Zlatan and executes a picture-perfect standard suplex, sending Zlatan crashing hard to the mat. Normally, Triple H would immediately go for a pin, but with this being a submission match, he changes tactics. He quickly transitions into a sleeper hold, wrapping his arm tightly around Zlatan's neck and head, applying pressure to wear him down and control the pace.

Michael Cole notes, "There's the veteran instinct of Triple H – slowing the match down, keeping it at his pace. That sleeper hold is a classic, and it's as effective as ever."

Tazz adds, "That's exactly where Triple H wants this match, Cole. He's not rushing, he's grinding Zlatan down, forcing him to fight just to breathe. That's smart wrestling."

As Triple H wrenches back on the hold, his confidence shines through. "C'mon, Zlatan!" he taunts. "Give it up, kid! You're out of your league!" The referee, Jack Doan, kneels beside Zlatan, asking him if he wants to submit.

Zlatan, his face twisted in pain, shakes his head defiantly, refusing to give in.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan says no! He's not giving up!"

The crowd comes alive, rallying behind the Lion of Rosengård. Clapping in unison, they chant Zlatan's name, trying to will him back into the match. The energy in the arena builds as Zlatan, feeding off the support, begins to stir, shifting his body and trying to find a way to escape the hold.

Tazz comments, "The crowd's coming alive for Zlatan, Cole, and he's feeding off of it. But let's not kid ourselves – breaking out of a sleeper hold from Triple H is no easy task."

The stage is set for a pivotal moment, with Zlatan struggling against the methodical assault of Triple H, the crowd firmly behind him, urging him to fight his way back into the match.

The crowd in Ft. Lauderdale rallies behind Zlatan, their clapping and chants fueling the Lion of Rosengård as he begins to stir. Despite the pressure of the sleeper hold, Zlatan summons his strength and manages to push himself to a vertical base, his fists clenching as he draws energy from the fans.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan's back on his feet! The Lion of Rosengård is fighting his way out of that sleeper hold!"

Tazz adds, "That's pure determination, Cole. This crowd's got his back, and you can feel it!"

With one quick move, Zlatan counters the sleeper hold with a jawbreaker, dropping to the mat and driving Triple H's jaw into the top of his head. The impact sends The Game staggering backward, clutching his jaw in pain. Zlatan rolls away, taking a moment to shake off the effects of the hold, buying himself precious seconds.

Michael Cole shouts, "What a counter! The jawbreaker gives Zlatan some breathing room!"

Zlatan gets back to his feet and immediately goes on the offensive, delivering a flurry of right hands that rock Triple H, forcing him back against the ropes. Feeding off the crowd's energy, Zlatan grabs The Game and whips him toward the opposite ropes, looking to continue his momentum.

But Triple H, ever the tactician, reverses the whip, sending Zlatan into the ropes instead. As Zlatan rebounds, The Game plants his feet and delivers a thunderous spinebuster, slamming Zlatan hard into the canvas. The ring shakes from the impact as Triple H stands over his opponent, catching his breath and surveying his dominance.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Spinebuster! What a counter by Triple H! The Game just stopped Zlatan dead in his tracks!"

Tazz adds, "That's why he's one of the best, Cole. Just when you think you've got him, Triple H finds a way to turn the tide. Zlatan's got heart, but Triple H has the experience and the power."

Zlatan lies on the mat, clutching his back, while Triple H regains his composure, plotting his next move in this submission match where every second of control matters. The crowd continues to rally behind Zlatan, but The Game is firmly in control for the moment.

Triple H takes a moment to recover, shaking off the effects of Zlatan's earlier jawbreaker while standing tall after delivering the thunderous spinebuster. Confident he has Zlatan sufficiently weakened, The Game makes an unusual choice. He heads to the corner and begins climbing to the second turnbuckle, a rare sight for the typically methodical Triple H.

Michael Cole remarks, "It's not often you see Triple H go to the ropes. This is a high-risk move from The Game!"

Tazz adds, "That tells you something, Cole. Triple H is trying to end this fall decisively, and he's willing to go outside his comfort zone to do it."

As Triple H steadies himself on the second turnbuckle and leaps off, looking to deliver a double axe handle, Zlatan, lying on his back, suddenly raises both boots, connecting squarely with Triple H's face mid-air. The impact lands flush, sending shockwaves through the arena.

The reaction is dramatic. Triple H lands on his feet momentarily, stunned and unsteady. He freezes for a second, as if his body is processing the hit, before collapsing backward to the mat in a delayed but emphatic fall.

Michael Cole shouts, "Boots to the face! Zlatan got both feet up, and Triple H is down! This could be the opening the Lion of Rosengård needs!"

Tazz adds, "Man, that's gonna leave a mark, Cole. Triple H isn't used to high-risk moves, and it just backfired big-time. Zlatan's gotta capitalize here!"

The crowd comes alive, roaring in support of Zlatan as he rolls over and begins to recover. Both men are down, but this moment could be the turning point for Zlatan, the Lion of Rosengård, to take control of the submission fall and even the score.

As the crowd continues to rally behind him, Zlatan uses the ropes to pull himself up, shaking off the pain and fatigue. Across the ring, Triple H, still dazed from the double boots to the face, stirs slowly, clutching his head as he tries to regain his bearings. Zlatan sees his opportunity and moves in with calculated intent.

Michael Cole notes, "Zlatan's getting back to his feet, and you can see the wheels turning. He knows he's got an opening here!"

Tazz adds, "And it looks like Zlatan's got a target in mind. If I'm Triple H, I'd be worried about that quad."

With deliberate focus, Zlatan grabs one of Triple H's legs, lifting it as he positions himself to return to the strategy he employed earlier. The crowd reacts as Zlatan begins to go back to work on Triple H's surgically repaired quad, stomping down on it and twisting the leg to inflict maximum pain.

Michael Cole calls it, "Zlatan's targeting that weakened quad again! He's sticking to the game plan from the first fall, and it's smart – take away Triple H's base, and you take away a lot of his power."

Tazz nods. "This is great strategy, Cole. Triple H relies on his legs for moves like the Pedigree and the spinebuster. If Zlatan keeps this up, it could put The Game in real trouble."

Zlatan transitions seamlessly, lifting the leg again and twisting it sharply, applying torque and pain to the already damaged area. Triple H writhes on the mat, grimacing in pain, as Zlatan's calculated approach begins to turn the tide. The crowd senses the shift, their cheers growing louder as Zlatan keeps the pressure on, showing that he's not just powerful but tactical when it matters most.

Zlatan, staying focused and methodical, transitions smoothly into an Indian Death Lock, a punishing submission hold designed to hyperextend the knee and put immense pressure on the already weakened quad of Triple H. The crowd roars in approval as Zlatan locks it in, sitting back to maximize the pain inflicted on The Game.

Michael Cole shouts, "Zlatan's got the Indian Death Lock applied! This is a brilliant move, targeting that surgically repaired quad. Triple H is in serious trouble here!"

Tazz adds, "This is smart wrestling, Cole. Zlatan's picking apart Triple H's weakness, and this hold doesn't just hurt – it grinds down The Game's ability to even stand, let alone hit big power moves."

Triple H thrashes on the mat, his face contorted in pain as Zlatan wrenches back, applying even more pressure. The referee, Jack Doan, quickly gets into position, kneeling beside Triple H to ask if he wants to submit. The Game shakes his head violently, refusing to give in despite the agony coursing through his leg.

Zlatan leans back further, his focus unwavering, as he shouts to the crowd, feeding off their energy. The fans cheer louder, rallying behind the Lion of Rosengård as he looks to take the second fall and even the match.

Michael Cole adds, "This is what Zlatan needed – a way to neutralize Triple H's power and wear him down for the long haul. This could be the turning point in this match!"

Tazz chimes in, "If Triple H doesn't find a way out of this soon, Cole, he might not even make it to the third fall. That leg has to be screaming right now."

The tension in the arena builds as Zlatan continues to apply the hold, and Triple H claws at the mat, searching for any way to escape, knowing that every second in the Indian Death Lock brings him closer to submission.

Zlatan, sensing an opportunity to inflict even more damage, transitions from the Indian Death Lock into a Reverse Indian Death Lock, twisting Triple H's leg at an even more excruciating angle. The maneuver puts additional pressure on the already compromised quad, and Triple H's face twists in agony, his teeth gritted as he fights to endure the pain.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan has transitioned into a Reverse Indian Death Lock! He's turning up the pressure on Triple H's leg – this could be it for the second fall!"

Tazz adds, "This is genius, Cole. Zlatan's targeting that surgically repaired quad with precision, and Triple H is in serious danger right now. This hold doesn't just hurt; it drains your ability to fight back."

Referee Jack Doan gets into position, leaning down next to Triple H, who grimaces in pain. "Do you want to submit?" Doan asks, but Triple H violently shakes his head, his determination to maintain his lead overriding the intense pain.

Michael Cole narrates, "Triple H is refusing to give up! He's determined to hold onto his lead, but you have to wonder how much more that leg can take!"

Tazz chimes in, "It's pure pride, Cole. Triple H knows if he submits, this match goes to a third fall, and that leg won't be at 100%. But staying in this hold is only making it worse."

The crowd rallies behind Zlatan, their chants echoing through the arena as he leans back further, applying every ounce of strength into the submission. Triple H claws at the mat, trying to shift his body, but the hold is locked in tight. The Lion of Rosengård looks laser-focused, determined to level the match as the tension in the arena builds with every second that passes.

Triple H, with sheer determination etched across his face, begins clawing his way toward the ropes, dragging both Zlatan's weight and the excruciating pain in his leg with him. The crowd watches in anticipation, some cheering for Zlatan to maintain the hold, while others rally behind The Game's resilience.

Michael Cole calls the action, "Triple H is crawling, inching his way toward the bottom rope! He knows he can't afford to submit here, but how much more punishment can that leg take?"

Tazz adds, "This is pure guts, Cole. Triple H refuses to let Zlatan take this fall, but even if he gets to the ropes, the damage might already be done."

Zlatan wrenches back harder, trying to make Triple H give up before he can reach the ropes. The pain is evident on The Game's face, but he pushes through, his fingertips finally grazing the bottom rope. With one final lunge, he grabs it tightly, forcing the referee to call for a rope break.

Jack Doan shouts, "Break the hold!" Zlatan releases, sitting back for a moment, taking in the crowd's cheers as Triple H clutches his leg, writhing in pain.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Triple H makes it to the ropes! But at what cost? That surgically repaired quad has taken so much punishment – you've got to wonder how effective it'll be for the rest of this match."

Tazz nods. "The Game's still alive in this fall, Cole, but he's in a bad spot. Zlatan's done serious damage, and it's only a matter of time before it catches up to him."

As Zlatan rises to his feet, his eyes locked on Triple H, he knows the momentum has shifted. The Lion of Rosengård senses his moment to press the advantage as The Game struggles to use the ropes to pull himself up, his leg clearly compromised. The crowd roars, anticipating Zlatan's next move as the submission match hangs in the balance.

Triple H, clearly feeling the effects of the punishing submission hold, rolls out of the ring to create some distance and buy himself some time. Limping slightly, he leans on the barricade, clutching his weakened leg as the crowd buzzes with anticipation. But Zlatan, refusing to let his opponent recover, quickly follows him to the outside.

Michael Cole calls it, "Zlatan's not giving Triple H any breathing room! He knows this is his chance to take control of this second fall."

Zlatan grabs hold of Triple H and, with a display of strength, lifts The Game into the air and delivers a suplex onto the unforgiving floor outside the ring. The impact echoes throughout the arena as Triple H arches his back in pain, his face contorted in agony.

Tazz reacts, "A suplex on the outside! That's gotta hurt, Cole. Zlatan's showing he's willing to do whatever it takes to win this fall."

Zlatan wastes no time, pulling Triple H back to his feet, determined to keep the pressure on. He drags The Game toward the steel steps, his intentions clear as the crowd's excitement grows. With a sudden burst of aggression, Zlatan slams Triple H's weakened leg into the steel steps, the sound of metal and flesh colliding reverberating around the arena.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan is using the steel steps as a weapon! He's targeting that injured quad with ruthless precision!"

Tazz adds, "This is smart, Cole. Zlatan knows there are no disqualifications in a submission match. Everything is fair game, and those steel steps are doing serious damage."

Triple H cries out in pain, clutching his leg as Zlatan steps back, taking a moment to assess the damage. The Lion of Rosengård is laser-focused, his eyes never leaving Triple H as he prepares his next move, knowing he's closing in on forcing a third and decisive fall. The crowd is electric, firmly behind Zlatan as he continues to dismantle The Game on the outside.

Zlatan, relentless in his pursuit, drags Triple H back into the ring. The Game immediately begins to crawl away, desperate to create some breathing room between himself and his unyielding opponent. Michael Cole takes note of the strategy, remarking, "Triple H is crawling away, trying to put some distance between himself and Zlatan. He's clearly still feeling the effects of that attack on his quad."

Tazz counters, "And can you blame him, Cole? Zlatan's been in control for most of this fall. The Game needs time to regroup and get back in this thing."

As Zlatan closes in, fully intending to capitalize on his momentum, Triple H resorts to a familiar tactic. With a sudden movement, he jabs his thumb into Zlatan's eye, blinding the Lion of Rosengård momentarily. It's the second time Triple H has used this underhanded move in the match, and while the crowd boos, it gives The Game the precious seconds he needs.

Michael Cole reacts, "Another thumb to the eye! That's the second time in this match Triple H has used that tactic!"

Tazz defends The Game, "Listen, Cole, it's not pretty, but it's effective. Triple H isn't here to make friends; he's here to win. And right now, he's doing whatever he can to survive."

Zlatan stumbles back, clutching his face, while Triple H leans on the ropes, using the brief reprieve to massage his leg and try to restore some blood flow to his weakened quad. The veteran's instincts and willingness to bend the rules are on full display, showing why he's one of the most dangerous competitors in WWE.

Michael Cole adds, "Triple H has bought himself some time, but you have to wonder how much longer that quad can hold up after everything Zlatan's done to it."

The crowd buzzes with anticipation, fully aware that the stakes in this submission fall are growing higher by the second. Zlatan regains his bearings, and The Game, though hobbled, braces himself for the next exchange.

As Zlatan regains his bearings from the thumb to the eye, Triple H sees an opening and delivers a sharp kick to Zlatan's midsection, doubling him over. The Game immediately hooks Zlatan's arms, setting up for a second Pedigree, looking to seal the submission fall in emphatic fashion.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Triple H is going for the Pedigree again! This could end it right here!"

But Zlatan, showing incredible awareness and resilience, counters with a sudden single heel trip, taking Triple H down to the mat. Wasting no time, Zlatan expertly transitions into a bridged Sharpshooter, a move he calls The Malmö Bridge. The crowd erupts as Zlatan locks it in the center of the ring, applying immense pressure on Triple H's already battered quad.

Michael Cole shouts, "The Malmö Bridge! Zlatan's got it locked in tight in the center of the ring! Triple H has nowhere to go!"

Tazz adds, "This is bad for The Game, Cole. That quad's taken so much damage, and Zlatan is hyperextending the hold! The Game's gotta dig deep, or he's done for this fall."

Zlatan leans back even further, bridging perfectly to maximize the pressure on Triple H's legs and back. The pain is etched across The Game's face as he claws at the mat, desperately trying to inch toward the ropes, but the hold is locked in dead center. The crowd roars, urging Zlatan to keep the pressure on.

Triple H, his body wracked with pain, raises his hand, shaking his head as Jack Doan asks if he wants to submit. With nowhere to go and his weakened quad unable to endure any longer, The Game taps the mat emphatically, signaling his submission.

The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in cheers as the match is now tied at one fall apiece. Tony Chimel makes the announcement:

"The winner of the second fall… Zlatan Ibrahimović!"

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan has evened it up! The Malmö Bridge forces Triple H to tap, and now it all comes down to the third and final fall!"

Tazz adds, "This kid's for real, Cole. That hold was perfection, and he's proven he can hang with Triple H in one of the most grueling matches there is. But now, we're heading into a street fight – and that's a whole different ball game."

Zlatan releases the hold and rises to his feet, breathing heavily but feeding off the energy of the crowd. Triple H rolls to his side, clutching his leg and grimacing in pain, knowing the next fall will be the ultimate test of who walks out the victor. The stage is set for an all-out war in the deciding street fight fall.

As the second fall concludes and the match is tied, the crowd begins chanting, "You tapped out!" Their voices echo throughout the arena, directed squarely at Triple H, who visibly scowls but refuses to engage with the jeering fans. Still clutching his damaged quad, The Game rolls out of the ring, limping slightly as he tries to regain some mobility.

Michael Cole notes, "Listen to this crowd! 'You tapped out' chants are ringing out, and you know that's got to be eating away at Triple H."

Tazz adds, "Yeah, but Triple H isn't focused on the crowd right now, Cole. He's smart. This third fall is a street fight, so there's no count-out. He's buying himself time to get that leg working again."

Zlatan, however, is not about to let Triple H recover. The Lion of Rosengård follows The Game to the outside, his eyes locked on his opponent with laser focus. Catching up to Triple H, Zlatan grabs him by the arm and, with a burst of strength, whips him hard into the steel steps, the sound of the impact reverberating through the arena.

Michael Cole shouts, "Right into the steel steps! Zlatan showing no mercy here as we enter this final fall!"

Tazz chimes in, "That's the street fight mentality, Cole. No rules, no count-outs – everything's legal. And right now, Zlatan's taking full advantage of that."

Triple H crashes against the unforgiving steel, clutching his shoulder and leg as he grimaces in pain. Zlatan stands tall, the crowd roaring in support as he looks to maintain control in this high-stakes final fall. The Lion of Rosengård is clearly ready to take the fight to The Game, who struggles to regroup on the outside.

Zlatan, feeding off the energy of the crowd, wastes no time continuing his assault. He stands over Triple H and begins stomping on him repeatedly, targeting The Game's weakened body. Each stomp lands with purpose, keeping Triple H down and ensuring the Lion of Rosengård maintains control in this no-holds-barred third fall.

Michael Cole calls the action, "Zlatan is relentless! He knows he has to keep Triple H on the defensive if he wants to win this street fight."

Tazz adds, "And this is exactly the kind of aggression you need in a match like this, Cole. Zlatan isn't holding anything back."

Zlatan grabs Triple H by the head and drags him to his feet, clearly plotting his next move. With ease, he scoops Triple H onto his shoulder, the crowd buzzing in anticipation of what's to come. With precise execution, Zlatan drops The Game face-first onto the steel steps, delivering a devastating Snake Eyes that echoes throughout the arena. Triple H collapses to the floor, clutching his face in agony.

Michael Cole shouts, "Snake Eyes! Right onto the steel steps! Zlatan is punishing Triple H with every move!"

Tazz adds, "That's brutal, Cole. The Lion of Rosengård is taking full advantage of the street fight rules, and The Game looks like he's in serious trouble."

Zlatan, confident he's bought himself a moment, turns his attention to the underside of the ring. He crouches down and begins searching for weapons, the crowd cheering loudly in anticipation. Chairs, kendo sticks, and other tools of destruction come to mind as Zlatan methodically rummages for the perfect instrument to escalate the chaos.

The stakes couldn't be higher as the street fight continues, with Zlatan clearly ready to take things to the next level in his battle against The Game.

Zlatan pulls a steel chair from under the ring, holding it up to the crowd's approval as they cheer wildly. He turns his attention back to Triple H, who is still recovering near the steel steps, and raises the chair high, ready to strike.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan's got the chair! He's looking to inflict even more damage on The Game!"

As Zlatan moves in to deliver the blow, Triple H, out of sheer instinct and desperation, drives a sharp knee into Zlatan's midsection, stopping the Lion of Rosengård in his tracks. The chair drops to the ground as Zlatan doubles over in pain, and Triple H quickly hooks his arms, setting up for the Pedigree.

Michael Cole shouts, "Triple H is going for the Pedigree! This could be a game-changer!"

But Zlatan, summoning his strength and awareness, counters by backdropping Triple H onto the unforgiving aisle floor. The impact sends The Game crashing hard onto the steel, his body writhing in pain as the crowd erupts in cheers for Zlatan's resilience.

Tazz reacts, "What a counter! Triple H was looking to end it right there, but Zlatan had other plans!"

Michael Cole adds, "Zlatan with that back body drop onto the aisle! Triple H is down, and the Lion of Rosengård is still in control!"

Zlatan takes a moment to catch his breath, clutching his midsection while keeping his eyes locked on Triple H, who is sprawled out on the aisle. The chair lies nearby, and the intensity of the street fight continues to escalate as the crowd remains firmly behind Zlatan, sensing he's one step closer to victory.

Zlatan, sensing his advantage, picks up the steel chair once more, gripping it tightly as the crowd roars in anticipation. He steps back, giving Triple H enough room to struggle to his feet. The Game, visibly dazed and in pain from the backdrop onto the aisle, slowly pulls himself up, using the barricade for support. His movements are unsteady, his body showing the wear of the grueling match.

Michael Cole sets the stage, "Triple H is trying to get back to his feet, but Zlatan is waiting, steel chair in hand. This is not looking good for The Game!"

Tazz adds, "This is street fight rules, Cole. No disqualifications, and Zlatan's about to take full advantage of that."

As Triple H finally wobbles upright, he turns toward Zlatan—and walks directly into a thunderous chair shot to the skull. The sickening sound of steel meeting flesh echoes through the arena as Triple H collapses to the ground, holding his head in agony.

Michael Cole shouts, "What a shot! That chair just leveled Triple H!"

Zlatan doesn't stop there. With a fierce determination, he raises the chair again and delivers a brutal shot to Triple H's back, the force reverberating through The Game's body. Triple H arches in pain, clutching his back, but Zlatan isn't done. He raises the chair once more and delivers another devastating shot to Triple H's spine.

Tazz comments, "Zlatan is making a statement here, Cole! He's punishing The Game, and the crowd loves every second of it."

The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and gasps at the sheer intensity of the Lion of Rosengård's assault. Zlatan finally tosses the dented chair aside, standing over a writhing Triple H as the referee checks on The Game. The Lion of Rosengård looks out at the crowd, feeding off their energy, ready to continue his relentless pursuit of victory in this brutal third fall.

Zlatan, relentless in his pursuit of victory, pulls a bloodied Triple H to his feet. The Game's forehead is busted open, a crimson mask forming from the devastating chair shot. Ignoring the crowd's reaction to the sight, Zlatan drags Triple H toward the announce tables, his intentions clear as he prepares to inflict even more damage.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan's taking Triple H to the announce tables! The Lion of Rosengård isn't holding back in this street fight!"

Tazz adds, "And look at The Game, Cole! He's been busted open—Zlatan's got him on the ropes!"

Just as Zlatan begins to position Triple H near the announce tables, the crowd erupts in boos as a familiar figure sprints down the aisle. It's Ric Flair, The Game's insurance policy, rushing to the ring despite having been ejected before the match began. Flair attacks Zlatan from behind with a low blow, sending the Lion of Rosengård to his knees in agony.

Michael Cole shouts, "It's Ric Flair! The Nature Boy is back, and remember, this is a street fight—there's no disqualifications!"

Tazz chimes in, "That's the dirtiest player in the game, Cole! You knew Triple H wasn't coming into this third fall without a backup plan!"

Flair immediately goes to work, stomping on Zlatan repeatedly, his trademark viciousness on full display. The crowd boos loudly, their chants of support for Zlatan drowned out by Flair's taunting as he struts briefly, throwing out a mocking "Woo!" before delivering another stomp.

Michael Cole adds, "Ric Flair wasn't supposed to be out here, but there's nothing the referee can do in a street fight! This is completely legal!"

Tazz remarks, "That's the beauty of the street fight, Cole. Anything goes. And right now, Flair's presence has completely changed the game."

With Triple H leaning against the announce table, trying to recover, Flair continues his assault on Zlatan, giving The Game precious time to catch his breath and regroup. The Nature Boy's interference has tilted the balance in Triple H's favor, setting the stage for a dramatic—and brutal—conclusion to this epic third fall.

As Ric Flair goes for another stomp on the downed Zlatan, the Lion of Rosengård reaches up, grabbing Flair's leg mid-stomp. The crowd erupts as Zlatan begins to rise, his face set in a determined expression. Shaking his head, Zlatan glares at Flair, letting him know that the Nature Boy's interference ends now.

Michael Cole shouts, "Zlatan's had enough of Ric Flair! The Lion of Rosengård is back on his feet!"

Tazz adds, "And Flair better run, Cole. Zlatan doesn't look like he's in a forgiving mood!"

Before Flair can react, Zlatan grabs him by the head and forcefully tosses him toward the steel ring post. Flair crashes headfirst into the post with a sickening thud, the Nature Boy staggering backward, clearly dazed from the impact. The crowd roars as Zlatan quickly moves to neutralize the Flair factor once and for all.

Spotting a steel chair near the ring announcer's table, Zlatan grabs it, folding it with purpose as he stalks a stunned Flair. The Nature Boy, barely able to stand, turns around just in time to see Zlatan swing the chair with full force, connecting directly with Flair's skull. The sound of steel meeting flesh echoes throughout the arena, and Flair collapses in a heap at ringside, completely incapacitated.

Michael Cole exclaims, "What a chair shot! Zlatan just took Ric Flair out of the equation in brutal fashion!"

Tazz adds, "That's one way to handle the Flair factor, Cole. If he can't walk, he can't interfere!"

With Flair neutralized, Zlatan tosses the mangled chair aside and turns his attention back to Triple H, who watches from near the announce table, blood still dripping from his forehead. The crowd is firmly behind Zlatan, chanting his name as he sets his sights on finishing the job and taking the decisive fall in this epic battle.

With Ric Flair neutralized and the crowd firmly behind him, Zlatan turns his attention back to Triple H. However, the time Triple H had to recover thanks to Flair's interference proves crucial. As Zlatan closes in, Triple H uses Zlatan's momentum against him, grabbing him and executing a powerful back body drop that sends Zlatan flying over the barricade and into the crowd.

Michael Cole exclaims, "What a counter by Triple H! Zlatan's been sent into the crowd!"

Tazz adds, "That's the veteran instinct of Triple H, Cole. He's bought himself some breathing room, and now the tables might be turning."

The fans in the crowd scatter as Zlatan lands hard on the concrete floor, momentarily stunned. Meanwhile, Triple H, bloodied but focused, stumbles toward the other side of the ring. Knowing he needs a weapon to maintain his advantage, The Game begins rummaging underneath the ring on the far side, eventually pulling out another steel chair.

Michael Cole notes, "Triple H is arming himself now! He knows this street fight is far from over, but with a weapon in hand, he might be looking to end it."

Tazz adds, "This is classic Triple H, Cole. He's always thinking two steps ahead. If he can keep Zlatan down with that chair, he can finish this thing and walk away the winner."

Triple H, chair in hand, limps back toward the barricade, his eyes scanning for Zlatan, who is beginning to stir among the fans. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, knowing that the next exchange could decide the outcome of this brutal, high-stakes street fight.

Steel chair in hand, Triple H climbs over the barricade and approaches Zlatan, who is still recovering among the crowd. Without hesitation, The Game raises the chair high and delivers a brutal shot across Zlatan's back, the impact echoing through the arena. Zlatan arches in pain, but he refuses to stay down.

Michael Cole shouts, "What a chair shot by Triple H! He's going all out in this street fight!"

Tazz adds, "That's the street fight mentality, Cole. Triple H knows he can't let Zlatan regain control."

Seeing Zlatan trying to rise again, Triple H raises the chair and brings it down for another devastating chair shot to the back, forcing Zlatan to collapse momentarily. The crowd boos loudly as The Game takes a step back, surveying his handiwork.

But even after two punishing chair shots, Zlatan begins to stir. Using his incredible resilience and sheer determination, the Lion of Rosengård pushes himself up onto one knee, his face showing a mix of pain and defiance.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan is trying to get back up! How is he still moving after those chair shots?"

Tazz responds, "This is guts, Cole. Zlatan is proving he's got the heart of a lion, but you gotta wonder how much more he can take."

Triple H, visibly frustrated, shouts at Zlatan to stay down, raising the chair again, ready to deliver more punishment. But the defiant Zlatan keeps fighting, drawing strength from the crowd, who chant his name in unison, willing him to continue the fight. The intensity of the street fight reaches new heights as the battle spills deeper into the crowd.

With a sneer of frustration, Triple H raises the chair one more time and delivers a third brutal chair shot to Zlatan's back, the sound of steel meeting flesh echoing through the arena. Zlatan collapses momentarily, the cumulative pain evident, but the crowd continues to chant his name, rallying behind the Lion of Rosengård.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Another chair shot by The Game! That's three now, and still, Zlatan refuses to stay down!"

Tazz adds, "You can't question the toughness of Zlatan, Cole. But at this point, you have to wonder how much more his body can take."

Triple H, breathing heavily and wiping the blood from his eyes, tosses the chair aside and backtracks toward the ring. Limping slightly, he bends down and begins rummaging underneath, eventually pulling out a trash can lid. He holds it up, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he plots his next move.

Michael Cole calls it, "And now Triple H has a trash can lid! The Game is looking to use every weapon at his disposal in this street fight."

Tazz adds, "That's what this match is all about, Cole. No rules, no limits. Triple H is gonna do whatever it takes to put Zlatan away."

Meanwhile, Zlatan, despite the pain radiating through his body from the three chair shots, begins to stir again. Using the barricade for support, he slowly pulls himself to his knees, his face showing the unmistakable determination that has carried him this far.

Michael Cole shouts, "Look at Zlatan! He's trying to get back up again! This man just won't stay down!"

Tazz responds, "It's incredible, Cole. But if Triple H has his way, Zlatan might regret getting back to his feet."

The tension builds as the crowd roars, firmly behind Zlatan, willing him to rise. Triple H stands ready with the trash can lid, waiting to deliver another punishing blow, the street fight pushing both men to their absolute limits.

Triple H, watching Zlatan struggle to his feet, takes his chance. He raises the trash can lid high and brings it crashing down onto Zlatan's skull with a sickening impact. Zlatan collapses to the floor, motionless for a moment, as the crowd collectively gasps at the brutal blow.

Michael Cole shouts, "What a shot with the trash can lid! Zlatan is down, and The Game is going for the cover!"

Triple H quickly drops down and hooks the leg, taking advantage of the falls count anywhere rule in this street fight. The referee slides into position.

"One… Two…"

But Zlatan kicks out! The crowd erupts in cheers, their chants for Zlatan growing louder as Triple H sits up, shaking his head. He immediately goes for another pin, pressing his weight down on Zlatan's chest.

"One… Two…"

Zlatan kicks out again! The crowd roars even louder as Zlatan refuses to stay down, showing the heart and resilience of a true warrior.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Another kick-out! Zlatan will not give up, no matter what The Game throws at him!"

Triple H exhales deeply, taking a moment to compose himself as he kneels beside Zlatan. The camera catches the wheels turning in his mind as he plots his next move. His expression shifts from surprise to cold determination.

Michael Cole notes, "You can see the frustration creeping in, but it's clear Triple H is thinking about what it's going to take to keep Zlatan down."

Tazz shakes his head, disagreeing. "It's not frustration, Cole. It's determination. Triple H isn't rattled—he's just thinking, 'If this is how Zlatan wants it, then this is how he's going to get it.' He's ready to take it up another notch."

Triple H rises to his feet, looking around at the chaos of the arena, blood dripping down his face. The trash can lid is dented beside him, and Zlatan, battered but defiant, begins to stir once again. The Game smirks slightly, as if to say, Alright, kid, you want to fight? Let's fight. The battle rages on as the street fight heads toward its climactic finish.

Triple H, intent on ending Zlatan once and for all, grabs the dazed Lion of Rosengård and begins dragging him back toward ringside. The Game lands a series of hard right hands, each one snapping Zlatan's head back as the crowd boos loudly. With Zlatan barely able to defend himself, Triple H throws him back into the ring under the bottom rope.

Michael Cole calls it, "Triple H throwing Zlatan back into the ring—what's he got in mind now? You can tell The Game is planning something sinister."

Tazz adds, "Whatever it is, Cole, it's not going to be good for Zlatan. The kid's tough, but Triple H is a master at these kinds of matches."

Triple H steps back outside the ring, limping slightly from the earlier damage to his leg but still radiating confidence. He begins rummaging under the ring again, the crowd's boos growing louder as he pulls out something unmistakable: a sledgehammer, the weapon synonymous with The Game's career.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Oh no! It's the sledgehammer! This is exactly how it happened at SummerSlam a few months ago. After losing to Shawn Michaels in that unsanctioned match, Triple H used that very sledgehammer to send HBK out of the arena on a stretcher!"

Tazz nods grimly. "And it looks like history's about to repeat itself, Cole. The Game promised to end Zlatan's career tonight, and man, oh man, Ibra has no clue what's coming!"

In the ring, Zlatan stirs, using the ropes to pull himself up, unaware of the impending danger as Triple H slides back into the ring, sledgehammer in hand. The Game's face is a mask of blood and determination as he grips the handle tightly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The crowd's boos intensify, mixed with chants for Zlatan to rise and fight back.

Michael Cole says ominously, "Triple H has that sledgehammer in hand, and he's looking to finish what he started. This could spell the end for Zlatan Ibrahimović."

The tension in the arena is palpable, the fans on the edge of their seats as the street fight heads toward a violent and potentially career-defining climax.

Triple H stands in the ring, bloodied but poised, gripping the sledgehammer tightly as he waits for Zlatan to pull himself up. The Lion of Rosengård, battered but unbroken, uses the ropes to slowly rise to his feet, the crowd cheering him on. As Zlatan finally turns around, The Game lunges forward, swinging the sledgehammer with intent to end it all.

But Zlatan blocks it, grabbing the sledgehammer in mid-swing just in time, stopping Triple H's attack dead in its tracks. The crowd erupts in shock and cheers as both men freeze for a moment.

In unison, Michael Cole and Tazz exclaim, "Uh oh!"

Tazz quickly adds, "Oh no!"

With raw strength and determination, Zlatan rips the sledgehammer out of Triple H's grasp, leaving The Game standing defenseless and stunned. Zlatan holds the weapon up, studying it intently as the crowd buzzes, remembering the warning he issued to Triple H months ago on Raw: If you ever use that sledgehammer on me, you won't like how things turn out.

Michael Cole chimes in, "Zlatan just ripped the sledgehammer away from Triple H! He's remembering his warning, and Triple H has got to be regretting it now."

Zlatan's expression hardens as he shakes his head. Rather than use the sledgehammer, Zlatan drops it to the mat, a loud clang signaling his decision. The message is clear: Zlatan is not Shawn Michaels, and he will not be sent out of the arena on a stretcher tonight.

Michael Cole reacts, "Oh my! Thanks for coming."

Tazz adds with a smirk, "Goodbye, sledgehammer. Triple H, run for the hills!"

Triple H's eyes widen in shock, his body language shifting as he takes a cautious step back. Zlatan shakes his head at The Game, who looks as if he's seeing a ghost.

Michael Cole observes, "Zlatan says, 'Not tonight.' He's making it clear—Triple H is not sending him out of here like he did to Shawn Michaels."

Tazz nods, "Look at The Game, Cole. He's shocked! I think he just realized something: he's gone from being the hunter to the hunted."

The crowd explodes with cheers as Zlatan takes a step forward, his body language oozing confidence. Triple H backs away slightly, trying to think his way out of the situation, but the tables have clearly turned. The Lion of Rosengård is now in control, and The Game knows it.

As Triple H, desperate to regain control, throws a right hand, Zlatan effortlessly blocks it and counters with a stiff right hand of his own, rocking The Game. Undeterred, Triple H swings again, but Zlatan blocks it once more, returning fire with another thunderous punch. A third attempt from Triple H is similarly blocked, and this time, Zlatan takes full command.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Triple H is trying to fight back, but Zlatan is blocking everything!"

Tazz adds, "And now Zlatan's throwing bombs! The Lion of Rosengård is unloading on The Cerebral Assassin!"

With the crowd roaring in approval, Zlatan unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts, hammering away at Triple H and driving him back with sheer force. The Game stumbles, overwhelmed by the relentless barrage, as Zlatan continues to throw hands with precision and fury.

Zlatan then grabs Triple H and whips him toward the ropes, but The Game reverses the whip, sending Zlatan instead. As Zlatan rebounds, he plants his feet and delivers a sharp, resounding slap across Triple H's face. The slap not only echoes through the arena but also visibly angers The Game, who snarls and charges at Zlatan in a fit of rage.

Michael Cole shouts, "What a slap! That's pure disrespect from Zlatan, and Triple H didn't like that one bit!"

As Triple H charges, Zlatan counters perfectly, catching The Game mid-run and delivering a devastating spinning spinebuster, slamming Triple H hard onto the mat. The crowd erupts in cheers as the momentum shifts completely in Zlatan's favor.

Tazz yells, "What a spinebuster! Zlatan caught him in mid-run, and Triple H is down!"

Zlatan wastes no time, pulling The Game back to his feet. With the crowd roaring in anticipation, Zlatan hooks Triple H's arms, setting him up for the Pedigree, looking to end the match in poetic fashion—the same way Triple H claimed the first fall.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan's going for the Pedigree! He's looking to end it the same way Triple H did in the first fall!"

But as Zlatan begins to lift Triple H, the veteran strikes with a desperate, underhanded move—a low blow that drops Zlatan to his knees in pain. The crowd boos loudly, their cheers turning to anger as The Cerebral Assassin proves once again why he earned that moniker.

Michael Cole shouts, "Oh no! A low blow by Triple H! It's legal!"

Tazz adds, "That's The Cerebral Assassin for you, Cole. When you think he's out, he'll do whatever it takes to survive. Love it or hate it, that's why he's one of the best."

Triple H collapses to the mat momentarily, catching his breath and nursing his wounds, but his sly grin shows he knows he's bought himself precious time. Zlatan, clutching his midsection, is temporarily grounded as the match's intensity reaches another level, with both men determined to leave victorious.

As Triple H slowly gets back to his feet, he chuckles darkly, wiping the blood from his face, believing he's got the match in the bag. His confidence radiates as he stalks Zlatan, who is still reeling from the low blow.

Michael Cole remarks, "That sinister chuckle from Triple H—it says it all. The end could be near for Zlatan."

Tazz adds, "Hey, Zlatan put up one heck of a fight, Cole, but this might be it. The Game's got him right where he wants him."

Triple H pulls Zlatan to his feet, hooks both arms, and sets him up for the Pedigree, intent on finishing the match and leaving no doubt about his dominance. But as he tries to deliver the move, Zlatan blocks it, planting his feet and resisting with every ounce of strength.

Michael Cole shouts, "Wait a minute! Zlatan blocked the Pedigree!"

Frustrated but undeterred, Triple H attempts the Pedigree again, but Zlatan blocks it once more, much to the shock of The Game. Triple H looks puzzled, his frustration mounting as Zlatan refuses to give in.

Michael Cole exclaims, "Zlatan blocked it again! The Lion of Rosengård is still alive in this match!"

Tazz adds, "Uh-oh, Cole. The Game might've underestimated Zlatan's resilience!"

Then, in a move that shocks the crowd, Zlatan delivers a low blow to Triple H, dropping The Game to his knees. The crowd erupts in cheers as Zlatan shows he can play dirty too if that's the way Triple H wants it.

Michael Cole exclaims, "A low blow by Zlatan! If Triple H wants to play dirty, Zlatan's showing he can do the same!"

Tazz laughs, "Turnabout is fair play, Cole. The Game just got a taste of his own medicine!"

With Triple H stunned, Zlatan sets him up and delivers a powerful Alabama Slam, slamming The Game to the mat with authority. The crowd roars as Zlatan stands over Triple H and, in a moment of defiance, performs a DX chop, mocking Triple H's legendary faction and sending the fans into a frenzy.

Michael Cole exclaims, "A DX chop from Zlatan! The Lion of Rosengård is feeling it now!"

Tazz adds, "That's how you send a message, Cole. Zlatan's not backing down!"

Feeding off the energy of the crowd, Zlatan heads to the corner, stomping the mat rhythmically, signaling for his finishing move—the Lion's Roar. The anticipation builds as Zlatan waits for Triple H, who is still reeling from the low blow and Alabama Slam, to stagger back to his feet.

Michael Cole says, "He's tuning it up! Zlatan's getting ready to end this!"

As Triple H stumbles to his feet, unaware of what's coming, Zlatan charges out of the corner and delivers a devastating Lion's Roar superkick, connecting flush with The Game's jaw. Triple H collapses to the mat, motionless.

Michael Cole shouts, "Lion's Roar! The Lion's Roar connects! Cover him, Zlatan!"

Zlatan drops down and hooks the leg as the referee counts:

"One… Two… Three!"

The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in celebration. Zlatan gets to his knees, raising his fists high in triumph and letting out a cry of victory, his face a mix of exhaustion and pride.

Tony Chimel announces, "Here is your winner, Zlatan Ibrahimović!"

Michael Cole exclaims, "Finally! Justice has been done tonight! Zlatan withstood everything that came his way and has now earned a title shot at the Royal Rumble for the WWE Championship. Zlatan has beaten The Game!"

Tazz adds, "Ibra proved tonight he's not just tough—he's got what it takes to beat one of the best. Triple H threw everything at him, and Zlatan stood tall. What a performance by the Lion of Rosengård!"

Zlatan stands in the ring, arms raised, as the crowd chants his name, celebrating his hard-fought victory in one of the most grueling battles of his career. The road to the WWE Championship at the Royal Rumble is now clear for Zlatan Ibrahimović.

Zlatan climbs to the second turnbuckle, raising his fist high in triumph as the crowd cheers wildly. Scanning the sea of fans, he spots several signs showing their support, including ones that read, "The Lion Rules WWE!" and "Zlatan = Next Champ!" Zlatan nods, a small smirk forming as he takes it all in.

Michael Cole seizes the moment, addressing viewers at home. "Write down the date, folks. January 19, 2003. Boston, Massachusetts. At the Royal Rumble, Zlatan Ibrahimović gets the opportunity of a lifetime—a shot at the WWE Championship!"

Tazz adds, "And I hope Beantown is ready, Cole, because the Lion of Rosengård is going to roar loud and proud come the Rumble. What a moment for Zlatan!"

Zlatan steps down from the turnbuckle, exits the ring, and walks up the ramp, soaking in the cheers and applause from the crowd. He takes his time, savoring the victory, as Michael Cole recaps the match.

"Zlatan weathered through so much tonight. He lost the first fall. He endured the interference of Ric Flair, the brutal chair shots, and the relentless assault from Triple H. And yet, here he stands, victorious."

Tazz chimes in, "It was an absolute war, Cole. But Zlatan proved tonight that he's not just tough—he's ready to be a champion. This was his statement match."

As Zlatan reaches the entrance stage, he's joined by Rob Van Dam, the No. 1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship later that night. RVD pats Zlatan on the shoulder in congratulations, the two sharing a brief moment of camaraderie as good friends.

Back in the ring, Ric Flair, recovering from the chair shot and collision with the steel ring post, helps Triple H to his feet. The Game, however, is seething, his face a mix of exhaustion and fury. Realizing he's just been beaten in two straight falls, Triple H shoves Flair away angrily, causing the Nature Boy to stumble back.

Michael Cole shouts, "Triple H is furious! He can't believe what just happened!"

Flair tries to calm The Game, but Triple H won't hear it. He suddenly kicks referee Jack Doan in the midsection and plants him with a Pedigree out of pure rage. The crowd boos loudly, disgusted with Triple H's actions.

"Oh, come on!" Cole exclaims. "Triple H just Pedigreed the referee! This is a complete meltdown from The Game!"

Leaning over the ropes, Triple H screams obscenities in Zlatan's direction: "You think this is over, huh? You think you're better than me, you son of a bitch? This ain't over! You'll regret this, Zlatan! I'll end you, I swear!"

Zlatan and RVD pause at the entrance stage, both amused by The Game's temper tantrum. Zlatan smirks, shaking his head, clearly unfazed by Triple H's threats. RVD laughs taking enjoy in seeing HHH losing it, before raising Ibra's hand in victory.

Michael Cole wraps it up, "Triple H can't handle it—Zlatan beat him, and he knows it! But tonight isn't about Triple H's tantrum. Tonight is about Zlatan Ibrahimović proving he belongs at the top. Come the Royal Rumble, we may very well be looking at the next WWE Champion."

Tazz concludes, "Zlatan's earned this moment, Cole. He's got all the momentum heading into Boston, and I can't wait to see what happens next!"