When you mix Vegas with boxing, the result is always something unexpected. Like in 1991, when Mike Tyson destroyed Razor Ruddock in seven rounds, but because the ref stopped the fight while Ruddock was still (miraculously) standing, one of the biggest melees in fight history broke out and the ref had to be escorted from the ring by armed guards. (Vegas demands the coup de grace.)
Or how about in 1993, when Evander Holyfield and Riddick Bowe were battling it out for the heavyweight title, and in the seventh round a man parachuted into the ropes, stopping the bout for half an hour while security tried to figure out what the hell was happening. Then in 1994, George Foreman stunned the fight crowd at the MGM Grand when he KOed Michael Moorer in the 10th round to become the oldest fighter (at age 45!) to ever win a championship. The underdog bettors made a fortune on that one!
Then there was the infamous 1997 heavyweight bout between Tyson and Holyfield, in which Tyson bit off part of Holyfield’s ear. I could go on. Continue reading Vegas Knockout by P Moss – The Glue That Holds Vegas Together
All 14 short stories in this collection by P Moss take place in modern day Las Vegas, but most of them also have links to old Vegas through the characters and their memories. By “old Vegas,” I’m referring to pre-corporate Vegas—Vegas before the Feds squeezed the mobsters out on behalf of the multinational corporations.
A lot of us who remember old Vegas have fond memories of what this town once was, and it wasn’t all that long ago. A thousand articles have been written in the past thirty years describing the Disneyfication of Vegas and all the attractions added to widen the consumer base—the pirate ship and the volcano and the roller coasters and white tigers—but not much ink has been spent describing what was subtracted. Continue reading Blue Vegas by P Moss – Nostalgia for the Bad Old Days
Until someone actually hands you $602,400 in cash, you can’t quite understand how special you feel. Let me tell you: Pretty special.
The money doesn’t weigh much. Ten bricks of $10,000 in $100 bills for each 100K. And then 24 hundreds in a paper clip. You keep feeling like there should be more, like perhaps they forgot the rest. But after you count it five or six times, it finally hits you: $602,400. In cash. Continue reading Secrets of a Winner (a short story) by Michael Konik