The Shine

Come for the fake chicken, stay for the fake boobs

I think they still have ring girls in boxing and MMA sometimes. They don't have them in wrestling. There's no rounds usually so there's no for them to walk around in a bikini with a cardboard number.

The promoter I worked for last night decided to ignore that. He brought in a waitress from a chicken and tits joint to stand around doing nothing while the announcer announced. And once the announcing was done, her duty was to stand at ringside during the matches and awkwardly ignore the people in the crowd chanting for her to show her tits.

I don't feel like she added anything positive to the show. But I'm still a rookie. Perhaps there were nuances I wasn't picking up on.

When I went back to get my money, she was in there screaming at the promoter because he wasn't going to be able to pay her. At first a couple of the boys were on her side. Partially to bust the promoter's balls and partially because they hoped that by doing so, they might get to see her tits.

When it became obvious that she had been promised more money than they did, that goodwill disappeared. Replaced by anger.

When things turned ugly, the promoter pulled out a revolver. It was so small it was almost funny. But it wasn't funny at all because it was a gun. That cleared the room. I was hanging around still hoping to get some money when the ring girl's boyfriend showed up with his own gun. His gun was not small. Someone said it was the same gun from Dirty Harry. Which I think is that show with Eric Bana.

When the cops showed up they also had guns. But they're supposed to.

I didn't get paid. But I don't have tips from men that are too afraid to go to an actual strip club so they go to chicken and tits joints to fall back on. So I'll say that I had a worse night than she did.

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