In my final dream that I can recall, I was my magic cat self boxing against said greedy magic bear.
When the dream began, I was floating in midair after having been punched out of the ring. The referee was putting a count on me and I only realized where I was at the count of nine. I quickly pulled myself back into the ring and charged back at the bear throwing punches.
I think the rest of the fight was a daydream rather than a dream-dream. Things get kinda fuzzy sometimes. But, anyway, I won the fight.