Sly sat on the bed in his hotel room, looking at his clock. The national thieves arena was opening tomorrow, and Carmelita had signed him up. Even though it was highly possible he could sustain permanent injuries, he decided to enter anyways. He was nervous, perfectly silent. His big brown eyes watched the clock.
"11:47 already…I need to go to sleep soon."
The thought ran through his mind, stressing him out.
"What if I get hurt and mangled so badly that Carmelita leaves me? Oh god…"
Even though he had studied the Thevius Raccoonus again and again to use different tricks in the tournament, he knew that there was still a highly possible chance he was going to lose. He decided to get some shut-eye so he was wide awake by the time of the tournament tomorrow. He drifted off to sleep on his bed…
"The first battle! Sly Cooper versus Korin Wolvesman! Good luck to both thieves!"
Sly walked onto the arena, his cane in hand, noticing the loud screams and cheering of the crowd. Looking more closely, he noticed Carmelita, Bentley, and Murray all looking at him from the stands. He looked at his opponent. A wolf. Wearing a red eye mask similar to his. He saw him bring up his club closer to his orange and black fur. His large blue eyes seemed to stare into his soul. Sly gulped, and tried to look just as intimidating by holding his cane in a similar fashion, and giving a smirk that just told you,
"I'm gonna take you out, buddy."
The wolf across from him merely shook his head.
"Are both thieves at the ready? ON YOUR MARKS, GET SET, FIGHT!"
Korin charged at Sly, and Sly held up his cane to dodge whatever attack was headed his way. The wolf threw a smoke bomb on the floor, and before he knew it, Sly saw that his opponent had disappeared. He looked for him all over, but couldn't find him. Next thing he knew, Sly was hit on the head and hit the ground. The wolf viciously began to beat on Sly, and tears began to run down his cheeks and fur, as well as blood. Sly knew it was all over, looking at the bruises all over his body. He sobbed, and looked up at Korin who was about to deliver the final blow, and…
"SLY WAKE UP! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE TO THE TOURNAMENT!"
Sly heard his girlfriend Carmelita screaming from downstairs. He sighed, in relief, realizing that it was all just a dream. He grabbed his mask, got dressed, got his cane and ran downstairs.
The real tournament was yet to begin.