restored. Dominance unquestioned. You want to try me? Go ahead. But don’t expect much. Salt must match the dish… and dreams must match your limits. @WSWFederation @DaRealEnnardZL1

devours. A lion rules. And tonight, you stand in front of the lion. What happens now is inevitable. The same ending you’ve tasted before. Stryker’s hands wrapped around your throat, your body collapsing, and me standing above your shattered remains with my arm raised high. Order

I pray Ace sends his old, bald, decaying ego straight out of this business for good. But let me make one thing abundantly clear: you can send a dog in front of a lion as many times as you want… the result will never change. A dog barks. A lion hunts. A lion

I know this is your “daddy” Rick’s desperate attempt to throw you at me. I know it was his miserable influence that sent John Conquest to try and take a shot at me. And that hell Rick is suffering in right now? He earned every bit of it. He deserves it.

Alexander Hayes… you again? Pathetic. Beyond pathetic. I am angry, I am irritated, and I am exhausted by the repetition of facing the same worthless scraps over and over again. This company.. this management… it disgusts me to my core. I know exactly whose little game this is.

Stryker Steel (shouting): Wake him up! I need him conscious at No Escape! He begins laughing — cold, mocking, merciless — while Conquest is carried up the ramp, struggling to breathe normally. The Internet Champion stands tall in the center of the ring. The camera panns out.

John struggles violently. His hands claw at Stryker’s arms. He tries to rise. He tries to pry free. Five seconds. Ten seconds. His movements slow. His body weakens. The referees rush into the ring, shouting at Stryker to release the hold. John’s arm drops once… twice… His

Stryker absorbs the storm, rolls to the side — John swings wildly — Swing and miss. In one smooth motion, Stryker snakes behind him and locks in a choke hold. He drops to the canvas, trapping Conquest’s lower body between his legs, cinching the hold tighter. The crowd screams.

@StrykerSteel's theme hits. The crowd reaction splits — boos echoing louder by the second. Steel Stryker walks out with the Internet Championship resting cold against his shoulder. No rush. No smile. Just that measured, arrogant stride. He enters the ring, asks for a mic, and

@StrykerSteel's theme hits. The crowd boos heavily. WSW Internet Champion Stryker Steel walks out. He looks pristine, his posture perfect. He enters the ring, wipes his feet on the apron, and accepts a microphone. He stands in the center of the ring, looking down at the canvas

you're just fuel for my fire! I'll crush you, cast you out, and keep marching toward victory! The General's empire rises...bow or be broken! @WSWFederation

STILL in the clash! Look at this battlefield, bodies strewn, dreams shattered... and here I stand, unbreakable, unstoppable! This ain't over, not by a long shot! I continue to dominate, carving through the weak like a storm through the frail! Whoever dares step up next...

I am not stopping—not yet, not EVER! Whoever's next in line. step up if you dare! You'll face the same fate as the rest—crushed, eliminated, forgotten! I'll mow you down, one by worthless one, until I'm the last man breathing! The throne? It's mine for the taking! @WSWFederation

Look at me! Still standing! Still DOMINATING! You thought that was it? Ha! This is just the beginning... the hunt of The General has ONLY JUST BEGUN!

No one's stopping me from winning this clash! Not you, not anyone! I'll bury you all and rise as the undisputed king! The throne is mine—bow down or get broken! @WSWFederation

Foniz Blade! Come on in, boy! Step into the lion's den! The General awaits... and I'm ready to END you! Tear you apart piece by pathetic piece!

Another one out! Tossed over the ropes like yesterday's trash! The domination rolls on... but The General? Oh, I won't stop! Not until every last pretender is crushed under my boot!

No mercy. No escape. The General's reign begins NOW! @WSWFederation

I will send you out—one by pathetic one—broken, battered, and begging for mercy! I will crush your dreams, shatter your empires, and leave you in the dust of my conquest! And when the dust settles... when the screams fade... I will claim the throne that is rightfully MINE!

Line them up! One by one, bring them in! The General awaits... for more... and MORE destruction! Jack Silverman! Rastogi Empire! Max Sainz! You dare stand in the ring of the General? You fools... you stand on the edge of oblivion! Destruction awaits you all, and