I'm in an arena full of people where fights are taking place. My dad informs me that I'm on the fight-card.
"But, I haven't even been training.", I argue.
"There's no time for that.", He tells me, and runs off into the crowd.
I'm trying to find the locker room so I can change out of my cowboy boots, when a little person runs up to me. He hands me what I guess to be 17 cents.
"What's this for?", I ask.
"Shove it up your *ss!", He yells at me.
I consider kicking his teeth in, but I don't want to cause a disturbance. Instead, I just stare blankly at him and wonder what I've done to deserve 17 cents up my butt.
"And stop following me!", He screams as he runs away.
For whatever reason, I decide the 17 cents would be of better use in my truck, so I go to the parking lot. It's there that I find four men chasing a monkey.
"We have to catch this monkey before the fight is over!", One man informs me. "If not, we could have a riot on our hands!"
I quickly see the logic in this and join in to help. It's a large and mean looking monkey, so I scan the area for a weapon. I find a chunk of firewood near the automatic doors, snatch it up, and run for the monkey. But, I'm too late. The monkey staggers up to me with one hand out and the other over his heart, like Fred Sanford having, "the big one".
"Who shot the monkey?", I ask.
"I did", One of the men tells me. "He was my monkey."
I know that I need to get back inside to make my fight, but the monkey's owner pulls out a knife and starts skinning the beast.
"There's no reason to let this meat go to waste.", He says.
Again, I quickly see the logic in this, and join in to help, as I know these men have never skinned a monkey.
During the skinning process, which I will not go into details about, Dolph Lundgren shows up and introduces himself as Joe Montana. We all introduce ourselves, except for one very pretty Asian girl, (I have no idea when she showed up) who doesn't want to give her name. After I introduce myself, Dolph says,
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be fighting next?"
I wake up.