Tyson at the Catholic Club (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: January 19, 1999

What Lyssa Thinks of Fabio

I talked to Lyssa the very next night being Sunday night and upon telling her who this Dominic guy was she said “Do you mean Dominic.” When I informed her that this was indeed the guy she said “Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re friends with him, he loves himself so much.” Lyssa told me how she used to know him while at school and while I was going out with her he would try and sleaze onto her at nightclubs. He would grab her close and try to converse with her but she completely hates his guts and the friend which I think has got good hair, the curly hair guy.

Water and Snooker Tables

Finding Ralf at the back of the club where the Snooker Tables were we sat around him. Asking the girls behind the bar for a drink of water for free I didn’t have much trouble obtaining one, great girls. Walking back to the rest of them we all just started conversing as we watched all girls walk by.

Ace chatted to one of them but was pretty much unsuccessful. Dominic walked past the snooker tables and after chatting up this chick with a mean skirt on but also a beefy pair of legs he noticed me. Coming up to shake my hand I noticed he was pretty much intoxicated and that’s probably why he got into a fight. Just chatting to him for a minute or so he made his way to where he was headed.

Thin Crowd on the Floor

After a couple of minutes resting and chatting away Ace and I made our way back to the dance floor but to our surprise we noticed once again that there was a shortage, rather a thinning of women dancing. Wherever you looked you would see guys on the floor dancing and the girls that were there were either unattractive or taken.

Nevertheless, Ace and I made our way to the middle of the dance floor and continually we would move from spot to spot trying to find ourselves some women to dance near. That rarely did happen in our night though and before we knew it the last song was upon us. The time was 3:30 a.m. and it felt as if we had been dancing for double that from when we first arrived.

Making our way outside we huddled in our little group like everyone else seemed to be doing. While looking around at the large gathering I noticed a plentiful amount of hot girls and the one that upset my chastity the most was a girl with hot pants that were tight to her body and riding up her ass. She was young, she had the maddest legs, the maddest body and although her face wasn’t all to be desired for, her butt cheeks were the bomb.

Gym Envy Outside the Club

While outside Dominic once again came up to chat with me and as he did the guy he always hangs around with that I think has great hair was with him. Wearing a low cut tight shirt that accentuated his Chest I noticed not necessarily how large his Chest was but how defined it was.

The shirt was low cut so he could show off his Chest and because he was my size and probably my age I was beginning to like more and more how he looked. His hair I wanted, his Chest I wanted and even though he looked as quiet as me not saying a word edgewise I probably could do with his confidence.

Now, his chest, let me explain it. The line down the middle of his Chest deeply hid his thorax well. What I mean by that is that his Chest was out at least two inches and so straight and symmetrical from his shoulders, around perfectly to his nipples and then straight across and up to his neck. The muscle was all even and what I liked the most was the fact that the inner part of his Chest was so well worked that it went all the way up evenly in size to his collar bone. Maybe he had plastic surgery done but whatever it was, he had a great Chest.

Now Lyssa also knows this guy that I’m talking about, his real name is supposedly Irish and his nickname is Jorin. Since I noticed him I thought Lyssa would think he was the hottest thing on this planet but it turns out that Lyssa thought he loved himself as much as Dominic. Then Lyssa went as far as noting he had a little pug face and although he has a good body she would never even consider sharing the same air with him.

Back to the Car

There were no fights outside ‘Waves’ and once all was seen and all was admired the four of us made our way back to Ralf’s car. While jumping in Ralf noticed a guy he knew a couple of car spaces away. Inviting him over I shook his hand and listened into their conversation. Noticing the people at his car there was a girl in the back seat that looked attractive and with her door open and her feet and body out she was facing us. I couldn’t get a good look at her face because she would be looking somewhere else when I would look at her but she looked familiar from the night.

When the guy finally left Ace told me that the girl in the back was one of the two girls we were trying to dance up with and I’m not sure if it was the blonde one or the one with the black locks. If I had known it was the blonde girl I would have glanced at her more often because she was alone and I probably would have tried to talk with her but I had no clue.

Plans for a Better Club

On the way back home from ‘Waves’ I sat in the back with Ace and as he didn’t want to hear Ralf’s music loud I asked him to put on some slow and relaxing music, softly. Keith got to sleep fairly quickly because he had to work at 11:00 a.m. the next day but Ace and I got to talking in the back seat.

Within that conversation I asked him what night clubs he thought were the best he had ever been to, the best three. The only two that I remember out of them was ‘The Roundabout’ and ‘DCM’s’. The latter was one that Ace told me he had been to until 10:00 a.m. in the morning on most occasions and he said “I’ll take you there if you want.”

With that I was happy to oblige and so Ace and I made some loose plans to head for DCM’s in three weeks time where my identification won’t be a problem as he knows the security there. “Just wait till you see the girls at DCM’s” Ace told me, “Most of them wear underwear and these aren’t the girls that go out the back and just kiss, no, these girls go out the back to fuck.” Ace told me that I had to stay with him until well into the morning and he told me my luck would be much better here.

Ralf decided to drop off Keith first as he was complaining about not getting enough sleep so to shut him up he was first. Then came Ace and when he was dropped off I jumped in the front with Ralf as he drove me home. On the way home Ralf asked if he could come over on Sunday and record a piece of music that has been in his mind for a while now.

These words instantly brought a sigh to my mind and a barrage of stress down my pained spine but I agreed and hoped he would not call. Ralf also told me that the Tyson fight was on Sunday and if I wanted to watch it I would have to make my way to the Catholic Club as they would be viewing it.

I’ve never seen a Tyson fight live before and it sounded like a plan to me. The 1:00 p.m. title fight didn’t sound too early for me and I figured that I could get up in time to make my way to the Catholic Club. Dropping me off at home I made my way into my room, had myself something fulfilling to eat and after watching some television got to sleep. The time was around 5:00 a.m. when I got to sleep.

Sunday Wakeup Call from Ralf

Now, after so many pages writing about my Saturday night at ‘Waves’ I am finally up to the start of Sunday. Sunday morning for me was blissful as I slept, that is until the phone rang. The time was around midday when Ralf decided to give me a call wanting to come over my house but being half asleep I told him I would give him a call later in the day. The next thing I knew Ralf gave me a call around 2:00 p.m. and he informed me that he was at the Catholic Club about to watch the Tyson fight.

“You should come down and watch it with me” he shouted over the volume of people speaking. Ralf informed me that the fight probably wasn’t starting for half an hour and so getting myself dressed and without having anything to eat I began my journey to the Catholic Club. Just before leaving though I was upstairs getting myself a drink and while there dad gave me $20 for my birthday.

Inside the Catholic Club

Entering the Catholic Club doors with only my shorts and a T-shirt on I paged Ralf and as he came out I signed in. Security didn’t even bother to check my identification and that’s a good thing considering I could have been told to leave. Ralf had some seats reserved for us in the main area and as we sat down I noticed a large screen television and a hundred or so people crowded in to watch the fight. Zooming my eyes around the room I noticed Astor and as I did Ralf showed me his girlfriend walking past. She was blonde and fairly attractive and so was her friend walking with her.

Then there was a girl who was well rounded but not at all fat that kept looking over towards Ralf’s way. She had a great pair of breasts and she had a nice cap on her shoulders and every now and again she would glance at Ralf. While glancing around in the room I also noticed Kieran staring right in my direction. He didn’t acknowledge me and turned his head almost as instantly as I looked in his direction. I’m not sure if he was trying to avoid eye contact with me or if he just didn’t see me at all but there was a degree of curiosity about the situation.

A Knockout in Round Five

When the fight finally started around 3:30 p.m. I was expecting it to only last thirty seconds as they all usually do but I was surprised. Tyson was fighting some white big hunky guy that rarely lifted his hands in defense and swung his ballistic hands around precariously. The first four rounds I thought were ho-hum and then the fight was all over before I could even blink in the fifth. Tyson knocked him out clean with one close proximity punch to the face and after that it was all over. The huge cheer from the crowd was almost as abundant as the number of camera angles they used to show the knockout punch.

When all was over and dying down it was time for Ralf and I to head out to the car. As we did I noticed once again Dominic standing around and as I said hello to him we talked of the night before. I forgot to mention a part about Saturday night but when we came outside of ‘Waves’ I met up with him again. As we stood there talking to each other I gripped his hand sociably and noticed three day hairs sticking out and pricking me like cactus thorns.

On top of that I noticed the dry blood on one of his fingers from cracking one of the guys in the head that were pissing him off inside. Shawn was going to have a fight with someone and asked if I would back him up but that never happened because there was no fight. He did walk over to the opposite side with a large Samoan dude as big as him but nothing happened.