People are always getting into fights in the clubs. But not like this.
Once a month at Myth -- that giant nightclub in the 'burbs -- the dance floor disappears to make way for a big chain-link octagonal ring.
Tonight, once again, it's Fight Night. Some of the state's toughest SOBs will square off in brutal full-contact combat, just as they do on TV's "Ultimate Fighting Championship."
While critics call it human cockfighting, its followers prefer "mixed martial arts." One thing's for sure: People love it. Myth sold 1,400 tickets for its last fight. The action doesn't come cheap. The cheapest general-admission ticket was $25, while a few fans forked over as much as $3,000 for a VIP suite.
If your idea of full-contact fighting is two barbarians bludgeoning each other in a cage as rowdy boneheads cheer them on, then you haven't been to Myth. While they do attract enough Neanderthals to tackle a woolly mammoth, the fights, and the crowd, are more sophisticated than you'd expect.
There are even a lot of women, many of them dressed as if they were going out clubbing (which they are, sort of ). Not to be outdone, many guys sport those $45 designer Affliction T-shirts, popularized by UFC stars such as Chuck (The Iceman) Liddell and Quinton (Rampage) Jackson.
With the Myth's swanky decor and state-of-the-art lighting, it can seem a lot like a Vegas fight, if you forget the fact that Myth sits next to a Toys 'R' Us in Maplewood.
Brütaal, the night's promoter, stages the event in true sports-as-spectacle fashion, often taking cues from the UFC's TV production. "Ring girls" strut with cards displaying the round number, while a slick-talking announcer in reptile-skin boots does postfight interviews with the winners. He also slips in little commercial plugs for local sponsors between fights. ("Broadway Pizza ... mmm-mm, pizza!")