You will

"Come on, how fucking long are you going to wait for, coward! I'll give you the first attack. Mwahaha!!!"

The silence of the arena was grating on your nerves as you stared your opponent in the eyes. The clock was ticking, so you decided to make the first move.

While you may have trained plenty, you have not been in such a stressful fight before, and his taunting only gets on your nerves.

Running forward, you dash at Drake. You raise your right leg, curling it inwards, and releasing a fast roundhouse kick towards his abdomen.

You suddenly shiver as he grabs your leg with ease, smirking at you. Dread fills you as you attempt to free your leg from his grasp.

You try to punch him to make him release you, but he only grunts a little in pain, but his grip never weakens.

"Ready to be fucked? HAHAHA"

You find yourself on the ring floor with the wind knocked out of you, next thing you know it.

"10, 9, 8, 7..." The referee begins the countdown.

You couldn't lose, not like this!

You tremble as you get back to your feet, everything stopping the countdown, but Drake watches and looks at you with disdain.

Making his way towards you, you try to keep your distance but get a hold of you anyways and pushes you to the ground before sitting straight on top of you.

"GET OFF!"

So much training, and for what? One mistake ruined your future. Before you could contemplate how to get out, you were interrupted by reality.

You could hear the audience's exhilarated cheers as the countdown continued.

"THREE...TWO...ONE!!!"

And with that, Drake shoved the pill down your throat that he had received from the referee. You attempt to spit it out but are given **** but to swallow.

Finally, Drake gets off you and walks a couple of feet away while admiring your transformation.