But on Saturday night, a raucous, beer-swilling crowd of more than 200 wrestling fans filled the bar. And the patio. And the parking lot.
Extreme Midget Wrestling made its way to Vick’s Place, and the venue, expecting a massive crowd, set up the smaller-than-normal sized wrestling ring in the caliche parking lot.
The eager crowd hooted and hollered as the clock ticked past the starting time, but as soon as Nasty Boy, the event’s promoter and self-proclaimed strongest midget alive, climbed into the ring, the crowd went nuts.
The wrestlers were no holds barred. They dove from the top turnbuckles with elbows blazing – body slammed each other and tossed each other out of the ring where no fan was safe from abuse or the occasional groping session.
Nasty Boy grabbed a full beer from one of the ringside patron’s hand and chugged the whole thing down, much to the delight of the beer’s owner, and handed it back to him, slinging insults as he did.
Once outside the ring the wrestlers continued to pound and slam each other on the caliche ground. They rammed folding chairs into their ribs and smashed whatever they could find, including baking sheets and chains, underneath the ring and into each other’s faces.
The nearly all-adult crowd screamed and shouted like children in a schoolyard fight.
Grown men jumped out of their seats and yelled instructions to the tiny fighters.
Women invited them to sit on their lap or kiss their cheek.
One of the wrestlers even found a home for his opponent’s face in the crotch of one of the female fans.
It was a seemingly successful night and, judging by the sheer excitement the event brought to the sleepy Texas town, it most likely won’t be the last.