Blaser provided the venue, which meant that he got the largest cut of the door money. The fighters got their money from the bookies who made a fortune from the audience coming to watch the show. The type of men who frequented Risqué on a daily basis were very different from the men here tonight. Tonight the place was filled with money and muscle, each of which was easily differentiated from the other. Blaser had nothing against his usual patrons, they were mostly mid-level types ranging from working to middle-class. They were men who liked to blow off some steam with a drink and a good view. The men who liked to watch a fight liked to bet big and those guys dressed well, drank expensive alcohol, and had no problem flashing the cash. The others were tattooed, some were bulky biker types and others were lean and athletic, but they all mingled, happy to stand around shouting at the sparring men in the ring. Dax had come through and Blaser was amazed.
