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Back at UFC 98: Evans vs. Machida me and some friends went and played a round of golf…by the end of it I was pretty drunk. After that we went to get a bite to eat and after slamming a few Cranberry Vodkas I rushed home to meet some other friends to watch UFC. I kept getting my drink on and by the time the main event was on I was completly lit. After Machida KOed Rashad I started running my mouth to my sisters boyfriends about how Machida would never get beat and would defend the title at least 10 times. He took advatage of my drunken stooper and placed a $50 bet with me. Needless to say the next day I realized I may of goofed but held up my end of the bargan when Shogun recently destroyed him.

My friends and I decided to go see UFC 98: Evans vs. Machida at Hooters on 56th St. in Manhattan because what is better than violence, alcohol and breasts?

We got there just in time because we got the last table available.

The fights were great and when the Main Event ended the way it did the whole place ERUPTED with cheers and all sorts of drunken hollering.

But the funniest part was my friend pointing out the table behind us where there was the only four stone faced black guys: NOT AMUSED. lol.

Something like this: http://baltimore.indymedia.org/usermedia/image/1/large/1938_1.doj.2mar00.jpg

At the Aldo v Faber event for WEC, another Zuffa owned promotion of equal value, my friend got so trashed at the bar where we were watching it that he began to call everyone in the bar a ‘Faber Fanboy’.

For the full 5 rounds of fighting and repeatedly calling everyone in his vicinity a Faber Fanboy, including myself (who was actually certain Aldo would win), he proceeded to let people know he would be back for the next UFC.

I don’t think i’ve ever seen a group of people less happy someone would be returning to the bar. Very funny night.

After the Jones vs. Vera fight, me and my buddy who went to the show headed to the after party at Bar Louie. I was hammered before I even got there. Most of the night had to be told to me the next day.

Apparently Tom Atencio was there and was trying desperately to hit on this blonde chick who wasn’t feeling him at all. I guess I kept asking my friends if I should try to steal her away haha. So I tried, unsuccessfully. It did get her away from him but she wasn’t feeling me either. I guess he was so disappointed that he ended up sitting outside by himself for quite a while.

My buddy however got to chat with Antoni Hardonk for quite a bit and ended up introducing him to some girl we met that night. He was a pretty successful matchmaker.

On top of that we got to see Jon Jones, Clay Guida. Mike Goldberg, Herb Dean, Tracy Lee was there taking pictures. Oh yeah and Guidas mom was there.

Worst part was that I only remember bits and pieces of it, vicodin and alcohol don’t mix to well.

My greatest fight party moment came when I was at UFC 108 in Vegas and watched Rashad Evans beat Thiago Silva in very un-impressive fashion and then later going to his after party only to be thrown out by him. Here is what happened, I asked him if he would fight Tito Ortiz again and he said (sort of how he acts toward Rampage and other people) in a real cocky voice, “Why would I have to fight that guy again? I’m way up here and he’s all the way down there”. Then I said, “Well, didn’t you lose to him?” (It was a draw but that was only because Tito got docked a point for holding onto the fence). Next thing I know I was being drug out of the club by a bouncer and tossed outside

The event was ufc 71. The main event was Chuck Liddell vs Rampage Jackson. My friends and I like to sit around and play poker while ordering ufc events, in fact, it’s become somewhat of a tradition. So on this night everything went along as it usually did. We all picked a place to go (My buddy Woody’s place) and we pooled our money together and ordered the fight. On this night however I decided to have my first drink ever. I had just turned 16 the day before and had never even touched alcohol before, but I figured it was my birthday and it was time for a change.

So we started playing poker and I started drinking. I was drinking lakeport (For all those who drink beer, you’ll understand why I will never drink Lakeport again). The fights went on one at a time and I started drinking beer after beer after beer. By the time the main event was starting I was already 10 beers deep (After this point in time I do not have an actual memory of what happened, just what my friend Woody has told me). Once the main event started, everyone moved closer to the tv. As soon as Rampage landed that knockout blow to Liddell everyone stood up and started cheering and I stood up and shouted “FUCK!” and fell completely backwards through the poker table.

The next morning I woke up where I fell, with a 300 dollar broken poker table under me and dicks drawn all over my face…

I dunno if I’m supposed to leave my name or something, but it’s Matthew Budgell.

My best fight memory is from UFC 69. I got a buddy who gets real serious about sports, and GSP is his favorite fighter. After Matt Serra knocked him out he jumped up, punched a whole clear through his parents living room wall, and locked himself in the dark basement for the rest of the night. The next morning he hung a picture of his brother up on the wall over top of where the hole was so they wouldnt find out.

Got piss drunk watching the UFC 99 replay at a local Don Cherry’s in the city where I live. I was pretty much arguing with the screen, and anyone who wanted to get involved into my incoherent rambles, concerning the decisions of Fischer/Uno and more importantly Silva/Franklin……all while I was pounding back multiple pitchers of of Beer!
Immediately after the show, I proclaimed to me and other willing members of my party that we should all go downtown to get even more piss drunk! And that is exactly what we did! I went downtown wearing a tapout sweater and t-shirt making me look more and more like a drunken MMA meathead to which the last bar we ended up was an after hours bar! And because of this, I found out that most bars sometimes still serve you drinks, although illegally….so I was then pounding back the double tequilas and redbull! I meet up with a girl on a high rise dance floor within the bar, we start dancing, then making out (rather aggressively too mind you) to the point where we both fall off the stage with her in under me, causing my head to land onto her nose…..breaking it!
But that’s not all, the girl immediately gets up, heads to the washroom….SETS HER NOSE BACK INTO PLACE, and then comes back to me to continue hooking up without missing a single step!!!! We then go back to her place and we all know what happened then! LOL! By far one of the most bizarre nights that I’ve encountered!

I’m a huge GSP fan and UFC 94 was going to be the grand daddy of them all for me, especially since BJ Penn is one of my least favorite fighters. A bunch of my non-MMA-fan friends were even coming over to watch with the rest of us. I was so pumped. That afternoon, after all the pay-per-view party arrangements had been set, I had a game in a flag football league that I played in. In the second half of the game I got smashed by this guy and dislocated my shoulder. It looked like my arm was caved in, and there was about a 2 inch space from the tip of my shoulder to where my arm was. It was pretty gross looking. (Of course I didn’t take a picture and now I am going to lose this contest because of it. Although I do have the x-rays.) Luckily, there were some fire fighters who were playing that day and they took me to the hospital. I sat in the ER waiting room for the next 3 hours. My shoulder was killing me by then, since the nerves were getting pinched in my shoulder socket.

I was so scared that I was going to miss the fight. (TIVO’ed fights are not the same as live.) All of my friends were waiting for me at the party. I was so pissed when the nurse would call in the grandpa with his chest pains or little Billy who’s appendix just burst while I stood there waiting. I had a fight to get to, and this was the fight of the century. I even considered just ramming my arm into a wall like John McClain in Die Hard, and resetting my shoulder myself. Finally the nurse called me in and it was another 30 minutes before the doc finally came in and set my shoulder back into place. My wife was there to drive me home and we were doing 60 mph on 45 mph streets. I walked in the door just in time to see Machida knock out Silva in the co-main event. I was very careful not to raise up my arms while cheering for GSP during his romp over BJ Penn. That was by far my most anticipated, most painful, most stressful, and most memorable UFC event ever.

I bet my friend that Shogun would come into the fight with Machida with revenge on his mind at UFC 113. I knew Shogun would come into the fight looking to finish; so I was confident to bet with my friend that if Shogun lost, I would take a shot of my own pee. And if Shogun won, he would drink his own pee in a shot glass. Well we all know how that fight at UFC 113 ended. Gonna upload a youtube video of the loser in action! Man was that a bitter sweet victory!

By far my best fight party memory is from UFC 71: Liddell vs. Jackson, May 26th 2007. That was the same day as my older sisters wedding and it was a wild night. The reception ended just in time for me to get home and see the main event (I had ordered and taped it earlier in the day so that I wouldn’t miss a thing). Around 20 people came over to my place after the wedding as well and it was wild over here. Rampage is my favorite fighter and this made the fight that much more important to me. I had $150 bucks riding on him to win and when he knocked out Liddell I went absolutely nuts. Greatest fight night of my UFC watching days!

One of my favorite MMA memories was when Brock demolished Mir. In the huge bar I was in, it was basically just me and one really huge dude pulling for Brock. When Brock got the win, me and that dude started going nuts. He jumped up and high-fived me harder than any man should ever be high-fived. Felt like he broke every bone in my hand. Ha.

My most memorable moment was UFC 108 Evans vs Silva in which we had a viewing party at my bro’s and throughout the night i batting 1.00 on all my bets leading up to main event, so everyone whom I had won money on all decided they wanted to “double or nothing” everything that they had owed me up to that point on the main event. And collectively they all decided they wanted to bet on…. Silva!

Suckers!!

I was sweating the third round when Rashad got rocked, but we made it through that round and I ended up winning $80 for the night. =)

So- I have a couple of my buddies over, who in turn invite a few friends to come watch UFC 113 in my basement. We’re hanging out, getting wrecked, when we start discussing which fighters would win, etc. etc. Essentially it devolved into a Billy Madison “Shampoo is better, no conditioner is better!” type of argument, which is perfectly fine. This one guy thought he was being real funny, but was bein a real weirdo coming at me with “Your mom” jokes and just said “Fail” after everything I said. DAH. So, I decided to take a cue from How I met Your Mother and we made a Slap Bet (Loser gets slapped by the winner).

Oh…what’s that? First round KO by Shogun?

After running around my basement screaming, I came back to find this little bitch whining and complaining about a “lucky punch”. I slapped him into last week Angry Beavers style, he falls face down, and begins vomiting all over my carpet. Voluminous vomit. Oodles of vomit (possibly noodles in his vomit).

Yeah, cleaning up was a bitch, but so was this guy, so it was allll worth it.

My best UFC party would have to be UFC 94 St. Pierre vs Penn 2. That card took Place on January 31st 2009. This happened to be the day of my older Brother Sandy’s wedding day. I was pretty bummed about the date when I first heard he was getting married on the same night as my favorite fighter (GSP) was defending his belt against B.J.“Excuses” Penn.

There was a silver lining in that dark cloud though, The ski hill where the wedding was taking place had a bar! This very bar was connected to the Dinner hall where the wedding reception was being held. Now it would be easy enough for a regular wedding guest to sneak back and forth from the bar to the reception but I was in the wedding party! Man was I itching to get over to the bar at 7 when the fights started but I was center stage eating dinner with the rest of the wedding party. I also had to give a speech with my other brother about our brother and welcome our new sister to the family. Cutting of the cake, first dance, etc. It was getting later into the night but now was my time! The dancing had begun so I was gone to the bar. Stephan Bonnar was getting thrown around the cage by some guy I’ve never heard of or seen before. So as I’m watching this my Girl friend comes over to the bar and wants me to go back to the wedding so we can dance. So it was back over to the reception. After some dancing and pictures I get back to the bar about a minute before Machida KO’s Thiago Silva. Even though I missed most of the fight card I was there and ready for the main event!!! That was until my mother and Auntie Kim came to the bar demanding me back at the wedding. I tried explaining to them how important this “Super Fight” was but to no avail. I looked to the T.V.s to see that the 1st round was already over. I realized that my Mom and Auntie were both pretty hammered so I just talked to them until St. Pierre but the will out of Penn and made him quit in between the 4th and 5th rounds.

As soon as I saw that I grabbed my Auntie and Mother and went back to the wedding reception to party on! It was great and my most memorable fight party memory

I was watching a UFC fight night event at a bar in east lansing with some friends from work and RASHAD FREAKING EVANS walked through the door. Very cool guy to talk to, not as cocky and arrogant as one might think. It was surreal to sit there and talk and have a beer with a UFC fighter. Very cool, I wound up getting a picture with him on my camera phone but the lighting sucked so bad that its barely viewable.

I’ve always found it amazing how a man’s penis can dramatically lower his IQ down to levels bordering clinical retardation. Even the smartest of men aren’t immune to this phenomenon. Granted my friend Mike has done some stupid things but all and all he is a pretty bright guy. So my story starts at our local sports bar on August 8th, 2009 which was showing UFC 101 for $10. Before getting into it I should let you in on the back story to these events. The last few times Mike and I attended our bar’s UFC events he would make flirtatious eye contact with a girl who seemed to be available. Although each time he saw her he was either too drunk or not drunk enough to approach her so after a while he got pretty fed up with himself(not to mention my comments towards his manhood or lack there of) and decided to do something different next time. So before heading out that night and after declining his normal communal liquor contribution he called up his Ecstasy dealer. Disregarding my initial disapproval I told him that as long as he talked to her and exchanged names then I wouldn’t mind babysitting him the rest of the night. By the time we get there he’s in the billin and he’s fillin himself, unfortunately it was too little too late because this time she was obviously there with a guy. It’s what to expect when one hesitates in attempts to fornicate. Amongst the disappointment I saw in his eyes I soon noticed his need for vindication. He was going to make sure she would regret not waiting for him to grow a pair. After casually making small talk with some women in her area he finally snagged a live one that seemed more than willing to hear what he had to say. She wasn’t bad looking either; slender body, modest chest, seemingly perfect hair. The only problem was that she wasn’t born a woman and had my buddy not been all jacked up on E and hell bent on making his original target jealous I’m sure he would have heard his Gaydar beeping too. By the time Amir Sadollah was dismantling Johny Hendricks my boy already had his tongue down his/her throat. Next thing I know he comes up to me asking for my car keys and with her only 5 feet behind him I tried to be discreet as to not embarrass anyone. So I told him that it would be best to get her number and then call her after the fights were over to which he whispered a reply, "Dude she said she would give me a BJ right now. I can’t wait til later and risk that she’ll sober up and not be so willing. C’mon man help a brother out, don’t be a cock blocker." So I smiled and said "You’re right, just make sure you clean up any messes you make, okay?" "Of course," he replied and they both disappeared outside. I waited until the next day to tell him so I wouldn’t ruin the rest of his night and of course the first thing he does is blame me. I reminded him that I was simply trying to accommodate his request to be a better wingman but that didn’t seem to help much. I guess it’s one of those situations where you’re damned if you do and you’re damned if you don’t.

OK here is my story….I was having a UFC party at my place during the UFC 92 Rashad vs. Forrest Griffin fight, everyone was having a great time and getting sort of drunk when one of my party guest suggested two of the hotter girls at the party get into a “friendly” grappling match. After some coercing, the two girls finally agreed. So all the guest went outside to the backyard and created our own octagon, and it was on. The girls were having fun at first, wrapping their legs around each other and trying to choke one another etc, but then one girl ripped the other girls shirt off and the other girl started punching her in the face. They both started getting into it both punching each other and immediatly myself and another guest started trying to get them apart, but they wouldnt be pulled apart because they were holding onto each others hair. We eventually got them apart, and a few guests had to miss the main event because one of the girls had to go to the hospital with a broken nose. It was a blast!

My buddies and I got together to watch UFC 105 since it was free on spike and i could watch Randy and Dennis Kang fight on the same card. So Dennis Kang is fighting and we’re all getting pumped cheering on a fellow Korean and eating a bunch of food from Finger platters from Chick-Fil-A to KFC chicken wings. Dennis rocks Bisping and we’re cheering food goes everywhere with honey mustard sauce stuck to the walls by now. We’re crazy hoping Kang might win and well as you guys know he lost and well we were all pissed so we threw food on the ground like spiking it. Well my uncle comes home and he’s an ex body builder and he starts yelling and screaming so we’re cleaning up everything with Windex and paper towels missing the Couture fight cause we got pissed. Typical Korean eh?

It all started with my first UFC live event with my best friend Ben. We attended UFC 101 in the lower 100’s section in the 9th row. We were able to get to the arena early and were third-fourth in line to get pictures/autographs with Rachelle Leah(absolutely gorgeous) Matt Serra, and Pete Sell. Matt Serra is a monster in person. Big guy. When it was time to get our picture signed, the guys were not completely set up and Drago needed to borrow our sharpie, which strangely seemed really cool until about 10 minutes later when we realized we wouldn’t be able to get any more signatures and shamefully had to ask a confused Drago for our sharpie back… The UFC had printed the wrong time for the gates to open on the tickets so for free of charge we got to experience in person an angry crowd of new jersyites (much more entertaining than it sounds). We got to our seats and they were amazing. As we progressed through the fights, people with the big time floor tickets kept coming up to our section to try and sit because the were unable to see on the floor. Hearing person after person say “shit this is where we should have sat” was quite satisfying. Our best part of the evening came with Mark Coleman. During the only boring fight of the evening(the Thales Leites fight) a fight with two females broke out right next to us. Mark Coleman came over the barricade to congratulate the winner of the “cat fight” and raised her hand. The entire crowd stopped watching the fight in the cage to watch the fight in the stands. After all was said and done, Mark was cool enough to try and get a picture with my best friend. My camera WOULDN’T work! Mark stood in the aisle next to my buddy for a good two minutes trying to get this picture. A security guard walked up to Mark Coleman(obviously not knowing who he was) and twice told Mark to move. Mark turned to the security guard the second time with a slight twinkle of a buzz in his eye and said “go ahead MOVE ME”. My friend’s ecstatic smile of getting his picture taken with Mark Coleman turned into a look of disdain as he realized I couldn’t work my own camera, even with the generous amount of time Mark kindly granted us. The entire moment was priceless and that entire incident gave me a new level of respect for Mark. A really cool guy in person. The whole evening was an amazing experience and being able to see BJ Penn and Anderson Silva in person was surreal. This was truly a once in a lifetime UFC experience. P.S. To top it all off, to end a perfect evening, our parking spot turned out to be right next to the exit being used :)