In two days we will attend a UFC fight at the Pearl at the Palms . Michael 'The Count” Bisping will fight Jason “Mayhem” Miller. The under card is going to be excellent as well. It is stacked with talented MMA new comers. I have been looking forward to this for months. I am finally in Vegas and have tickets to a UFC event. Only two days to kill.
My first night in Vegas was spent in the Casino with “Tattoo Girl” playing slots and getting hammered on the free drinks. I will reveal something about tattoo girl, she drinks a lot. When she drinks, she gets horny and wild. If you don't take care of her, she will find someone that will. Most of the first night was spent going up and down the elevator, to the room. She wore me out. I fucked her at least three times that night. We finally passed out in our room around 6:AM.
I woke up around 11:AM when the maid knocked on the door to clean the room. My head was pounding, my stomach was upset and my eyes hurt. I was in a tee shirt and my boxers when I answered the door. The maid was very nice and asked if we wanted our room cleaned. I woke “Tattoo Girl” up and she never got out of bed. She yelled “Tell that stupid bitch we don't need our room cleaned.” The maid heard her and I apologized and she left.
The second night started out like a repeat of the first. Slots, drinks and her acting like a c***d. I got on a heater on a $10, 777 slot machine and was winning big. I didn't want to leave. She was getting pissed off at me for ignoring her and continuing to play the slot machine. She walked off and I kept playing the slot machine. I was up $2700 and still winning. I finally cooled off and started losing and cashed out and started looking for her.
After a 20 minute search I find her at the Casino bar talking to two women. I walk over and sit down beside her and she acts like I am not there. I order a drink and she tells me to order her one two. Other than her drink order, she keeps talking to the women, still ignoring me. I get my drink and chug it down and get up and walk away. Behind me, I hear her say “You will regret walking away from me.” I go back to her and say “What is it you want me to do?” She says”I want you to sit back down like a good boy and behave.” The other two women do not know we are together. “Tattoo Girl” realizes this and starts talking dirty to me. She turns to me and says “I bet you would love some of this pussy.” I just shake my head in disbelief. The two women excuse themselves and leave. I am still sitting there and listening to all this dirty talk. We get up and go back to our room. I assume everything is okay and things are good. We go out at for about an hour. We both get off and life is good. I assume she is over her little temper tantrum.
Night of the big fight, we arrive at the Palms Casino about 2 hours early. We have time to eat dinner and do a little gambling. She starts drinking something called a Blue Bicycle. It has something called Blue Curacao, Vodka and triple Sec in it. She went from 0-to total bitch in about 10 minutes. Then the fun started. She got mad at me about last night and started cursing me in front of people. The gates open to the fight and we enter and take our seats. I am hoping she will sober up and shut up once we get in our seats.
During the first fight she tells me she needs to go the rest room. She is tall and is wearing what I would call Stilletto Heel, Stripper boots. She is taller than I am with these boots on. She can barely stand so I have to walk her to the restroom and drop her off at the door. She is in there for 30 minutes.
I am standing in the hall waiting on her. I am wearing my UFC Fight Club Tee Shirt. a k** walks up to me and asks if I am fighter. I tell him no, just a fan. The k** is looking for autographs. I see “Big Country” Roy Nelson coming out of the men's restroom. I tell him the k** is looking for autographs and Big Country poses for a picture and signs the k**s UFC belt. A few minutes later “Rampage” Jackson walks by and I get him to pose with the k**. I am standing out there waiting for her come out of the restroom so I help the k** out.
“Tattoo Girl” finally comes out of the rest room. As she walks up I am talking to the k** and the UFC Heavy Weight Fighter, Forrest Griffin. He is a monster. A big damn guy. The k** is talking to him and Forrest is a cool guy. Tattoo Girl walks up and I introduce her to Forrest Griffin. He sort of did a double take. She is a very attractive woman. He looked at me and said “Damn Dude, you got it made.” Tattoo girl wants her picture made with Forrest and Big Country. She is standing between them acting like a total whore. Forrest is okay with it but Big Country is there with his wife. Big Country's wife is not liking it at all.
We say our our good byes and go back our our seats. The fights end we are exiting the arena. She wants to go the bar. As luck would have it several of the fighters are there too. I am trying to keep her under control and away from them. She drinks a tequila shot. Then she tells me “Remember last night when I said you would regret walking away from me.” I nodded yes and said “Oh Shit!”.
She gets up and walks over to four, MMA fighters and starts flirting with them. And then points at me. I can't hear what she is saying but she continues to point at me. . One of the bigger guys walks over to me and asks why I am stalking her. I explain to him that she is my girlfriend and is getting revenge on me for the night before. He looks at me and starts smiling and says “What is your name?” I tell him Mark. He shakes his head no and says, “Try again, she has that name tattooed on her.” I pull out my ID and show him I really am Mark. He says “No harm b*****r, I am sorry I got in your business.” He walks back over the group surrounding her and says something I can not hear. Three of them walk away from her. She talks to the remaining guy for about two minutes and then walks over to me and says take me back to the hotel. I hail a taxi and we head back to our hotel. We left the next morning and flew back home.
I almost got the shit beat out of me over this crazy bitch. We broke up the next week.