Talk to McAndrews, or go get wrapped up?

McAndrews looks uncomfortable

As you grab, your gear and head over to your dressing room you make a point to have a word with your opponent. "Are you gonna be ok with this? I don't want any excuses after the ref pulls me off you tonight." This seems to perk him up, "You're pretty confident for a girl who beats up on grapplers her whole career. I bet you don't make it out of the first round with me."

"Oh, a bet? What do I get if I win!" he looks confused but understands quickly. "My show purse." you laugh, "How are you going to pay your doctor when I'm done with you, Eric? I accept."

He smiles, taking off his shirt to flex his pecks at you. "Oh, that's good because I'm going to make sure the meat curtains match your face when I'm done." He flexes as he turns into his dressing room. You see him pop out the pink pill from the dispenser on the wall and disappear into the room.