As those of you in the DC area are most likely already know, tonight, Mike Tyson will be fighting Kevin McBride downtown at the MCI Center. I know…you’re probably thinking one of two things:
1.)Who cares? Mike ain’t the man anymore…or 2.) Who in the sky blue fuck is Kevin McBride?
These are legitimate thoughts and concerns, but they overlook the REAL reason to look forward to a Mike Tyson fight, which is The atmosphere surrrounding the event. It’s like when Mike fights, all kinds of clebrities and athletes decide top come out and be seen. With that type of crowd, it means that beautiful groupies and golddiggers are going to be on the scene in full force. Last night, I accidentally sumbled across this spectacle headfirst.
As I begin this story, I must omit a few details so that I don’t potentially fuck up anyone’s pussy-getting this weekend. So I’ll just mentioned what I was involved in and leave everyone else’s shenanigans out of it. Firt off, I went to hang out with some friends at my boy’s condo over near the MCI center since I wasn’t planning on going out or anything. As the night went on(and the liquor consumption added up), we decided to walk down the street past this club called Indebleu, since it was looking like a big party was going on. I think you were supposed to be wearing white, and I just happened to be in a white linen shirt, so I figured why not give it a try. So my friend Nick got us right in the front door for free, and I walked around the place. I swear to the good lord above there were some sexy motherfuckers up in there that night. Some of the outfits those groupies had on defied the laws of gravity and physics. I even went up to one and asked her “How did you get that top to stay there?!?! I know that’s not tape…Your nipples must have hooks on ‘em or something, cause it looks like that top is just floating on your titties. VERY sexy. Hope that wasn’t too out of line.” You’d be suprised with the shit you can get away with saying if you just add “Hope that wasn’t out of line” to the end of your statement.
So anyway, the whole evening was a smorgasboard of rich athletes getting sweatted, people fronting like they are rich, and all kinds of fine ass women with dollar signs in their eyes. I went over to approach the baddest one in there. I was going to use my “Nick Fox, Rick Fox’s little brother” line, but Winky Wright beat me to the spot. I didn’t want to try and steal the spotlight from him like Mr. Bentley, since his being the World Champ would have been a tough act to follow in Groupieville. Plus, I heard about how badly he whipped Felix Trinidad’s ass…so think of what he’s do to a Mr. Regular Joe Average motherfucker like me if properly pissed off. I decided it was not in my best interest to inturrupt his macking on the fine ass brownskin lady with the nice round booty.
Speaking of nice booties, while leaving the party in a beligerantly drunken state, I saw one woman whom I spoke to getting ready to get in a stretch Hummer with some guy. What I hadn’t noticed earlier was that her ass was OUTSTANDING. Just magnificent. Supercalifragilistic, even. So walked over and said “Damn…I can’t believe I didn’t see THAT side of you earlier. Holey Moley Mother Of God. Be thankful. Shit.” Then I gave a thumbs up, nod and a stern look of approval to the guy she was with. He cracked the fuck up(along with everyone else outside the place) and came over to give me daps before leaving in their rented ride.
I had fun there…but that is not my scene. I’m not the type to front for appearance’s sake, so I felt a little out of place. As far as sightseeing goes, I had a ball. As far as laughing at the antics of the desperate and those driven my cash and/or lust, it was a good night for that, too. I am kind of glad I will be out of town tonight when the actual fight takes place. I know tonight is going to take stunting to a whole ‘nother level. I anticipate there will be ignorant amounts of…well, ignorant shit going on at all the afterparty venues and record levels of parking lot pimping. That small taste of the Tyson Fight spectacle I got last night was enough for one weekend as far as I’m concerned…I had my fun, and now I’m just going to lay low.
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Your “realness” is phenomenal! A real turn on! LOL Where can I get a man like you… well… that will resemble some of your qualities
I’ll be watching tonights fight to check out Laila Ali! I’ve given up on Tyson.
*snickering* i wish i could have seen some footage. maybe i’ll find them on allnightclubs or some shit…
You’d be suprised with the shit you can get away with saying if you just add “Hope that wasn’t out of line” to the end of your statement.
SEE mister Hustle man …. from what I hear… I have no opinion either way…. But from what I hear…. You are an attractive man .. Again disclaimer….I don’t personally think this .. but this is what A friend of mine.. who blogs told me…… So with that in toe…. Attractive men can get away with much more than say …. Exhibit b…. The geeky Mr E……so yeah ….. i’d be suprised….to get away with hi my name is .. followed by … I hope that wasn’t out of line…. so context my friend .. context…
LOL My bad for not being in town. I was down in the Hampton Roads area though working on doing absolutely nothing by the pool… and in the hot tub… well.. actually I didn’t do NOTHING, heh. But that’s another story. We need to hit up The Share sometime soon though.
LMAO @ Nick Fox!! That’s funny as hell because my brother used to use the name Marcus Fishburne and pretend to be Laurence Fishburne’s little brother to holla at cluckers.
And for those who are wondering what cluckers are, they’re the same as chickenheads. Get it? Chickens cluck, aw hell you get it by now.
Well, we now know how the fight ended at least the beautiful groupies and golddiggers had chance to get their grove on before Mike let everyone down again. I’m glad he’s not fighting anymore, enough is enough.
I want to remember IRON MIKE not CRAZY, GET KNOCKED OUT,BITING PEOPLE MIKE!
Gotta love the glamor of club life…or at least laugh at the goings on…R.I.P. my Tyson hopes for the future. He is now retired to tales of the 80′s.
You take “raw” to another level. I can appreciate an honest hustler (Oxymoron of sorts?).
Tiff…
Damn you A#$!% MEN!!!
“Desperate groupies/gold-diggers, $60-$100 General admission fee and out of towners in one club” was not my type of weekend. So I chilled.
*Shacking my head* Shame Mike, Shame on you!!!
I have to admit…That was my drunken representative talking all that shit. Sober Leon might not have felt any inclinations to comment on gravity defying breasts and big ole ghetto booties in front of large crowds of people.
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