Dinner and a Show

I woke up in a bright white room. The first thing I noticed was the temperature: it was freezing. It was like I was inside a fridge or something. Then I noticed that I wasn't wearing any clothes, just a skimpy red speedo. It clung to my beefy frame, I was a pretty stocky guy at 5'9 and 210 pounds. I felt the speedo with my hands, it was so tight. "What the fuck?" I muttered to myself.
I couldn't remember how I got here or where I was before. I looked around the room and saw 3 other guys who were also wearing the same red speedo. One of the guys looked a bit younger than me, I'd say 20, and was pretty skinny. Another guy looked older than me, I'd say he was 26, and was pretty hefty with scruffy hair and a lot of chest hair. The last guy was trying to look through the wall. I couldn't tell his age but he was somewhere in his 20's and very muscular with a buzzcut. All of the men seemed to be just as confused as me. "Hey do you guys know what's going on?" I called out to them.
"How the fuck should I know?" The muscular one yelled back. "We just woke up here!"
"Damn," I said as I crossed my arms, "Why is it so cold?"
"We're probably in the fridge," the skinny guy responded.
"What fridge?" the muscular guy yelled.