The venue was teeny tiny, a well-lit Legion Hall of its own, maybe forty feet from back wall to front. Four rows of chairs were set up along the ringside area, with more seating in the back, and minimal standing room and, drum roll, no guardrails. Front row seats were hugging the ring canvas, putting fans inches away from the action. I guess the point hammered home here is this was an intimate, in-your-lap kind of show, devoid of the fear of dying due to a hundred pound rail caving in their kneecaps.