The Beer Station/Japanese Catfight

Where do you go for a drink on a Friday night in the Annex, when all of the bars with a remotely tolerable atmosphere are filled up with students?
The Beer Station. The cheapest dive bar in the neighborhood. It looks as though it has been transplanted from 1990's Brampton right onto Bloor street. The interior is painted light blue, and makes you feel as though you're stuck in an empty swimming pool. All of the signs are poorly handwritten, and there are at least ten television screens showing different sports.
We were sitting next to a group of men who were talking about STI's. One of them claimed that gonorrhea was no big deal, and told the others that it could be treated with VINEGAR. Then he got up and mimicked riding a horse for a moment, telling his friends how much he loved 'bare-backing'
The televisions above our seats were tuned to FightTV, and after midnight it plays fight entertainment. First there was women's boxing, with misty images of sexy ladies wearing pink and blue gloves, shot through a vaselined camera lens. We were still able to keep up our own conversation until the show changed into something called 'Real Catfight' from Japan.
On a mat on the floor, in a small room full of what looked like homeless men and blue collar workers, two women fought bare-handed in the silliest way.
One of the contenders was named Ichigo (Strawberry) Milk, and wore a kimono style dress with strawberries on it.
The women writhed, slapped each other, and rolled around on the floor tangled together. There were moves that looked like positions from the Kama Sutra, and there were plenty of crotch and cleavage shots.
After the first two matches (during which we were so mesmerized that we barely said a word) the ice match began. A plastic tarp was laid down with several buckets of ice on it, and a fox-masked ref started the match. The women filled their mouths with ice and spat them at each other, they stuffed ice down each other's tiny panties and by the end of it one of them had lost her shirt.
Here's a promo:

It was ridiculous, but entertaining. I ended the evening in typical creepy style by trying to encourage my friends to go home and do a photo shoot in costume in wrestling poses, inspired by the show. I did it because I was alone, and they were together (one person does not an amusing wrestling photo shoot make)and I thought it would be fun and hilarious. Then I walked home, feeling a bit dirty.