Let's go!

You stand in the ring with the inescapable feeling that you've made a monumental mistake as you tremble in your red sports bra and booty shorts. Across from you stands Black Mask, a far cry from the gentle giant you met in the hallway. He now stands silent across the canvas, staring at you impassively from behind a black mask with a "legally distinct" version of the Punisher logo spray-painted onto it. His body is way more chiseled than it looked under his streetwear and his eyes are filled with a rage you wouldn't've thought he could possess when you first met him. As soon as the bell rings, he's making purposeful strides toward you, fist cocked back for a punch.