Backstage – McMahon's Last Gamble
Vince McMahon was furious.
The past week had thrown everything he had into chaos. His plan to use Stone Cold Steve Austin to put down Jaxon Cross had backfired. Instead of reclaiming control, Austin had turned on him and humiliated him in front of the world.
Now, Jaxon stood tall—an unstoppable force.
Vince paced around his office, veins bulging from his neck. He couldn't let this slip any further.
He needed a new strategy. He needed something bigger to put Jaxon down for good.
His eyes shifted to the phone on his desk. He picked it up and dialed a number.
"Yes, it's me. I need you."
He paused, listening to the voice on the other end, then grinned. "Perfect."
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Monday Night Raw – The Return of The Deadman
The night of Raw arrived. The crowd was already on edge, waiting for what would come next after the chaotic aftermath of Jaxon vs. Austin.
The arena lights suddenly flickered. The crowd's anticipation peaked as the ominous sound of bells tolled throughout the building.
The Undertaker was coming.
The lights dimmed, and the arena was shrouded in darkness. The air felt cold. The crowd was in awe as the Deadman slowly made his way down the ramp, his long, tattered coat billowing behind him, his eyes locked on the ring where Jaxon Cross had made a name for himself.
Jaxon stood in the ring, already prepared. He had been through so much, but tonight, it was clear he was in for something different.
Undertaker slid under the ropes and rose slowly, never breaking eye contact with Jaxon.
The tension was thick, and the crowd was silent.
Then, without a word, Undertaker took the mic.
"Jaxon Cross... you think you can walk into this company and destroy everything in your path? You think you're untouchable?"
Jaxon's smirk didn't falter. "If that's what it takes to get your attention, then yeah. I'm untouchable."
Undertaker's eyes narrowed. "You've made a lot of enemies, Cross. But none like me. I don't need a chair. I don't need a steel cage. All I need is my two hands."
Jaxon laughed darkly. "You talk about your hands? I don't care if you're the Deadman. I'm the last thing you'll ever face."
Undertaker took a step forward, his voice low and threatening. "Then tonight, you'll find out why they call me the Phenom."
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The Match – The Last Outlaw vs. The Phenom
The bells tolled again, signaling the start of the match.
Jaxon and The Undertaker stared each other down—two men, bound for war. The stakes had never been higher, and the crowd was on the edge of their seats.
Jaxon fired the first shot, going for a right hook that Taker blocked. Undertaker grabbed Jaxon by the throat, lifting him off his feet with ease.
CHOKESLAM!
The ring shook as Jaxon hit the mat hard.
Undertaker stood over him, hands raised, eyes locked on his prey. But Jaxon's defiance never wavered.
He rolled to his feet, wiping blood from his mouth, and charged at the Deadman. But Undertaker had him scouted—he grabbed Jaxon by the throat again and delivered another brutal chokeslam.
The crowd went wild, but Jaxon wasn't done. He managed to crawl to the ropes, using them to pull himself up, and he started to fight back.
Hard forearms to Taker's chest.
A boot to the gut.
A running bulldog.
Jaxon was using every trick in his arsenal to wear down the Deadman, but The Undertaker wouldn't go down that easily.
Taker whipped Jaxon into the corner and followed up with a savage corner splash.
Jaxon slumped in the corner, struggling to catch his breath. The Undertaker's grip was like iron, and every move he made seemed calculated, lethal.
But Jaxon wasn't just another opponent—he was THE Outlaw.
Jaxon shoved Undertaker back, and with blinding speed, hit him with a massive spinebuster that rocked the Deadman. The crowd erupted as Jaxon continued his relentless assault—he wasn't going to be intimidated by The Undertaker's legacy.
Jaxon set up for a Final Bell. He lifted Taker into the air—but the Deadman countered with a Tombstone piledriver.
The crowd gasped. The move connected.
1... 2...
Jaxon kicked out at the last moment.
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Vince McMahon's Last Betrayal
Just when it seemed like Jaxon was about to make his comeback, the lights flickered again.
The sound of heavy boots echoed through the arena, and a figure in a suit emerged at the top of the ramp.
It was Vince McMahon.
But he wasn't alone.
Stone Cold Steve Austin came down the ramp alongside him, a sick grin on his face.
The crowd couldn't believe what they were seeing. Austin, the same man who had been Jaxon's ally just weeks ago, was now standing with Vince McMahon.
Jaxon Cross looked at the stage, stunned. He couldn't believe it.
"Stone Cold, you son of a..." Jaxon growled.
Austin raised his middle finger, mocking Jaxon. "You're all alone now, kid."
McMahon stood at ringside, smirking. "Jaxon, you thought you could play in my ring without consequences? You're a pawn in my game. And now, you'll learn that no one messes with the boss."
But Jaxon wasn't going down without a fight. He charged at Austin—but Undertaker grabbed him by the throat once again and threw him into the corner.
Taker hit the ropes—BIG BOOT.
Austin slid into the ring, and with Vince's help, the two men began to pummel Jaxon Cross.
The crowd booed relentlessly.
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The Last Stand
Jaxon was beaten, but not broken. With a final surge of adrenaline, he fought back, knocking both Austin and Undertaker off their feet. The crowd was on fire as Jaxon fought with everything he had.
He hit Austin with a powerbomb and dropped Taker with a Final Bell—the ring shook from the impact.
But just as it seemed like Jaxon might stand victorious, the lights flickered again.
This time, a new sound echoed—The Rock's music hit.
The People's Champion rushed to the ring and cleared it out, standing beside Jaxon. The two men locked eyes, and an unspoken understanding passed between them.
The war was far from over. But now, Jaxon had an ally.
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