You adjust the pips on your collar and walk towards the ring. As you approach the decibel level increases. You find the last available seat and gesture to the individual selling Romulan wieners. Satiated you settle down to watch the entertainment. The room falls quiet as the anounncer cues the microphone.
"In the right corner the defending champion, at 6' 6'' and 290 pounds of nanoprobes 4of 8 from Unimatrix 10! And our challenger from planet Earth, Anna the terrible!"
Gasp! You realize that the challenger is actually your friend Anna and she is clearly out matched. Although her costume is quite flattering.