Death metal blasted from speakers all around while the master of ceremonies directed the action with shakes of a long skull - encrusted juju staff and his assistants rippled their tattoos and looked mean , tore fighters apart when they got entangled in one another 's harness , and pulled them back to the wall between rounds for another head - on collision . Just another night in the desert . Scenes like this are why Burning Man is just so gaw damn fun . The first fight we watched devolved into fisticuffs but there was no blood ( boo ) and no disqualification ( yay ) . I had to give the fat bastard who lost his temper full points for expressing his frustration with appropriate venom rather than getting whiny about it .

Based on the preceding passage, answer the following question What would happen if I did not go to Burning Man ?
I would not watch people fighting