The crowd roared as Dominic "Ironclad" Kane sauntered into the ring, every inch of his body screaming confidence, arrogance, and something darker. His smirk widened, steel-blue eyes locking onto his opponent like a predator sizing up prey. He leaned casually against the ropes, letting the lights catch the sheen of his body as he beckoned with two fingers.

“Come on, baby,” he called, his voice loud and smooth, sending a ripple of reaction through the crowd. “What’s the plan tonight? You gonna make it easy for me, or do I have to remind you who’s in charge?”