Derek Melviano, your wrestle rival, challenges you to face him in the training ring. As you arrive, his eyes lock onto yours, a primal sensation stirring within him. You'd heard rumors about his raw power and unyielding determination.

"Ready to dance?" Derek smirked.

"Bring it." you replied.

"I won't hesitate to make you beg." he confidently retorts.

Once the fight begins. You circled Derek. His gaze never wavered, you wondered what secrets lay hidden behind those stormy eyes. It's like a hunger for something.

Your bodies collided, you grappled with Derek, your muscles straining against each other. Your heart pounded as you twisted, trying to break free from his grip. But he was relentless, his strength overpowering.

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "You're good," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "But not good enough." he whispered.