Nikki (played by Nikki Cox, who looks like a younger Kathie Lee Gif-ford, maybe marginally sweeter) works as a showgirl in Vegas. For all her boasting about her breast size, however, she is prim when it comes to dancing topless. Instead, she appears in campy, full-costumed routines based on such themes as Godzilla, Marie Antoinette and, believe it or not, the tendency of celebrities to die in threes.
Her husband (Nick von Esmarch, who looks like a younger Willard Scott, maybe on steroids) is a novice professional wrestler. But for his first venture into the ring he takes on the not very threatening nom de mat of Crybaby. The crowds that come to watch him seem no larger or rowdier than the studio audience that sat, benumbed and befogged, through the first few episodes of Dr. Laura Schles-singer's strange, lifeless talk show.
In short, Nikki doesn't even have the decency to be vulgar. It's standard-issue sitcom folderol.