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Originally Posted by bjj_muahthai
This is kind of old news, but I figured you guys may get a kick out of it... it made my year.
I went to Vegas on August 26 for the Chuck Bablu fight with my parents. The night before, we were staying in Mandalay, and we went to a "Burlesque" (spelling) club down in the casino part. It was basically girls up on stage dancing provocatively, but never getting down to less than a bra and a skirt. It was a fun, up-scale atmosphere with great music.
Long story short, my parents and I had a lot of fun... I met up with a few fellow amateur fighters from Colorado (I'm from Oklahoma) and we all ended up getting shwasted off of Red Bull and Vodkas. Well, I never... ever... EVER smoke cigarettes, cigars, notta. But the guy in the fella in the bathroom who does the soap, mint, whatever offered me one b/c I tipped him $5. So I took it, and just put it in my ear... we decide to leave, and mind you I'm pretty drunk. As we're walking out, I see a guy walking in about 15 feet to my right... it's Rampage and two friends.
He being one of my favorite fighters, I flip my shit and say "Holy shit mom, that's Rampage Jackson... get the camera." And being a TUF fan very new to the sport, she says "Who the hell is that?" So I walk up to him and say "Rampage, man I'm sorry to bother you, my name's.... do you mind if I take a pic with you?" He says in a very cool voice "Fo sho man, fo sho." My mom then walks up and says "Mr. Rampage sir, my son's an up and coming fighter in Oklahoma" to which I feel like a complete idiot... Rampage has just put his arm around me for the pic and says "For real?! Where you train at? What's your style..." And I tell him, and I tell him I had just won a fight, and had another in 8 weeks. He said "You got a fight? What the hell you doing stumblin' out this club then?" And my mom says "That's right, tell him." Well then he says "Let's get this picture so your mom's can stop havin' to hold the camera." My mom then says "Take the cigarette out of your ear!" And Rampage says "WHAT?! A cigarette? What the hell you doing smoking?" And I laughed and said "I'm 8 weeks out... it's okay." And he said "You stupid!" and he reached for the cig... I laughed and handed it to my mom, we took the pic, and he then said "You betta quit that smokin' shit!" and my mom handed it back to me... he said "Let me see that... so I gave it to him and he threw it down, and smacked me on the cheek, but not hard and said "Get serious boy!" and then he laughed and shook my hand and said "Nah for real man... good luck. Maybe I'll see you out here fighting one day." And I said thanks and we left.
I of course then sent a drunk text to all 300 folks in my phone book back home saying "RAMPAGE JACKSON JUST BITCH SLAPPED ME FOR HAVING A CIG!"
Anyway... pointless, gay story. But meeting as many fighters as I did out in Vegas on that trip was like a dream come true to me, especially with some of the up close, personal interactions such as this one. So I figured some of you may get a kick out of this.
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