Malaika Mud

I've been to a handful of beguiling burlesque shows in Vancouver in the past few years, but there was something special about the Fight Club Cabaret that transformed the Wise Hall into a gritty underground parlour of hedonistic voyeurism on this hot August night. The special ingredient: mud. It was an epic evening of burlesque performances and slippery mud-soaked bodies engaged in competition, and/or pleasure. The show was put on to raise funds for Malaika Millions' impending expatriation to Los Angeles. She will be missed from the Vancouver scene, but one can only hope that the mud wrestling will live on in her absence.