Oil wrestling Stories

Arnold Davidson sat on the stage-front barstool at the Krazy Kat Klub just as he had done every night for the past twoweeks. There was a military bearing to the way he stood and walked. But his slight limp and some obvious, but muted, scars on the right side of his face made it clear that his fighting days were behind him. The girls called him “fiver on a budget,” meaning that he threw five dollar bills onto the stage or...