(by trialboss618)
Chapter 1: The Shadow of WAR
The air in the WWE Performance Center was thick with a tension that hadn't been felt in decades. It wasn't the usual competitive fire of superstars vying for a main-event spot; it was the cold, clinical chill of an invasion.
Reports had surfaced of "Elite" sightings at WWE live events. Then came the physical reality: a coordinated ambush at a Madison Square Garden house show that left the locker room in shambles. The crossover was no longer a fantasy booking—it was a hostile takeover.
Triple H stood in the center of the ring, his face grim. Surrounding him were the pillars of the company's history and its present. To his left stood Roman Reigns, the Tribal Chief, draped in gold and indifference. To his right, John Cena, the man who had carried the flag for twenty years. But the most shocking presence was the man standing by the turnbuckle: a shimmering, spectral figure that seemed to command the very gravity of the room. Through a miracle of modern medicine and the sheer will of the "Living Legend," Bruno Sammartino had returned for one final stand to protect the house he built.
"They call themselves 'Elite,'" Roman sneered, adjusting his gauntlet. "But they're just guests in my island of relevancy."
"It's not about relevancy anymore, Roman," Cena countered, his voice rasping with urgency. "It's about survival. They aren't here for titles. They're here to erase the history we've bled for."
Sammartino stepped forward, his massive chest heaving. "I wrestled for 2,803 days as champion to ensure this ring meant something. I will not see it turned into a playground for acrobats."
Chapter 2: The Invasion at the Garden
The "All Elite Battle" was set for a neutral site—a stadium in Chicago that had been split down the middle. One side was a sea of black and gold; the other, a kaleidoscope of WWE's neon branding.
The AEW contingent arrived like a rock band. Leading the charge was Chris Jericho, the "Ocho," basking in the adoration of a crowd that thrived on chaos. Beside him were the young lions of the rival promotion, ready to prove that the "old guard" of Stamford was obsolete.
"Look at them," Jericho mocked into a microphone as the two sides faced off in the center of a massive oversized ring. "The corporate puppets. The franchise player. The Tribal Chief. And a fossil from the sixties. You're not just dinosaurs—you're the meteor's target."
The bell rang, and the stadium exploded.
The battle was a visceral clash of styles. Roman Reigns met the high-flying offense of the Elite with crushing spears that felt like car crashes. John Cena utilized his "Five Moves of Doom," but found himself countered by the frantic, innovative technicality of the AEW roster.
The highlight, however, was Bruno Sammartino. Despite his age, the Legend moved with a terrifying, foundational strength. He caught a springboard 450-splash in mid-air, transitioning it into a backbreaker that shook the ring posts. He was a reminder of a time when wrestling was a test of human endurance, not just choreography.
Chapter 3: The Judas Effect
Twenty minutes into the chaotic brawl, the numbers game began to favor AEW. The younger, faster roster was isolating the WWE legends. Roman was trapped on the outside, brawling through the crowd. Cena was being triple-teamed in the corner.
Jericho stood over a fallen Bruno Sammartino, a steel chair in hand. The AEW locker room cheered, urging their leader to deliver the final blow to the man who represented the very soul of the "Fed."
"End him, Chris!" they shouted. "Burn the bridge!"
Jericho raised the chair, his eyes darting between the Elite and the fallen Legend. He looked at the WWE logo on the turnbuckle, then at the fans—some wearing vintage "Jericho 3:16" shirts, others wearing "Le Champion" merch.
In a split second that silenced the arena, Jericho didn't swing the chair at Bruno. He spun 180 degrees and leveled the AEW champion with a sickening crack of steel.
The crowd gasped. The AEW stars froze in shock.
"What are you doing?!" screamed the AEW contingent.
"I'm the G.O.A.T.!" Jericho roared, discarding the chair. "And I don't follow scripts written by children! I started here, and I'll be damned if I let you tear down the walls I helped build!"
Chapter 4: The United Front
The betrayal turned the tide. Jericho reached down and offered a hand to Bruno Sammartino. The Living Legend took it, pulling himself up with a nod of grim respect.
"Roman! John!" Jericho yelled. "Now!"
Reigns vaulted over the barricade, delivering a Superman Punch that sent an AEW high-flyer into orbit. Cena followed with an Attitude Adjustment on the entrance ramp.
The four men—The Legend, The G.O.A.T, The Chief, and The Defector—stood back-to-back in the center of the ring. They were an impossible alliance of eras.
The finale was a symphony of destruction. Sammartino held two opponents in a double bearhug until they gasped for air. Cena and Jericho .