You can kiss the Excalibur Hotel goodbye. If watching heavily clothed men hitting each other with metal pipes and metal chains and tossing handkerchiefs to equally overly-dressed fair maidens is your cup of tea, go to England and have your cup of tea with all the other faggots over there having cups of tea. In the New Las Vegas the dinner-time floorshows of gore and mayhem will feature and involve only scantily clad Amazons fighting other various classes of under-dressed women. They will fight near your table and sometimes fall dead at your feet with their flimsy rags tossed-up in disarray from their tits and asses and twats. It will be a dinnertime meal entertainment you will not soon forget and which your wife will keep reminding you about for the rest of your life. So don't bring her. Bring your daughter.
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