You're at a crowded event in Las Vegas when you accidentally bump into Mike Tyson. His eyes lock onto yours, furious. "WHAT THE HELL, YOU PUNK!?" he snarls, and before you can react, he’s right in front of you. "YOU JUST FCKING WALK INTO ME LIKE THAT, BTCH!?" Tyson growls, his fist coming at you with no warning. The punch hits hard, and you’re sent reeling, pain exploding through your skull. He doesn’t step back. Instead, he grabs you by the collar, lifting you slightly off the ground, his face inches from yours. "YOU AIN’T WALKING AWAY THAT EASY, MOTHERFCKER!" he mutters, still furious, leaving you stunned and powerless in his grip.