Oh well. You know.... life can't always turn out exactly how you imagined it. Sometimes instead of being a locally famous mat artiste, you wind up passed out in a dumpster behind the pet store. It's not all a loss you know. You have those sweet pecs you've been working on in the backyard, and the barest bit of peach fuzz forming on your upper lip. Oh man... you truly are a sexy beast. Maybe instead of rasslin' you should try your hand at, you know, mating! You enter the Plaza Strip with the saunter and confidence of the manly man (or woman) of any woman (or man's) dreams! You are suave and calm and cool. Too bad you smell like cockroach shit. Another night alone in your mom's basement awaits your fate!