About a year ago I was sitting in the doctors office and they had that garbage of a show on. Sad pathetic people were putting their messed up lives on display for the amusement of soul less jerks. And up there was the devil leading the dancers toward the cliff.
The guy was pure unadulterated scum.
The shirts were easy-tear Hollywood shirts. Sleeves and pockets loosely stitched on. So in case of a fight, they would easily tear off and the fight would look more violent than it was. But the guests weren't told the shirts were easy-tear.
I think they also used breakaway chairs and tables.
The whole point of the show was to encourage those sad, pathetic people to engage in fights, for the amusement of the audience.