A Las Vegas Metro Police spokesman says there is no evidence of a shooting; witnesses repeat that they saw guns waved. Forty injured people are taken to local hospitals. Thirty-nine are treated and re leased; one stays behind with a shattered ankle. On the casino's richest night of the year, most of it must close down for almost three hours, costing a small fortune. The MGM Grand has one more fight on its contract with Tyson. MGM officials do a very good job of hiding their delight.
Ambulances, fire trucks and police come and go, but no taxis are allowed in. Guests and visitors are stranded in the hotel. Guests don't have much to do except go to their rooms and order room service, which takes two hours to arrive. "I tell you something," says my room-service guy when he finally shows up. "I don't think this hotel wants Mr. Tyson to come back here."
4 HOURS AFTER THE FIGHT
Holyfield, the Van Gogh of the fight game, and his physician wife, Janice, are walking out of the hospital. Evander's head resembles a used piñata. The Holyfields will head home to Atlanta in the morning on a private jet.
As they walk, Janice finds a bluebird in all of this. "Well, honey," she says, "I'll bet your Web site is busy tonight."
THE MORNING AFTER
In the arena's basement, workers are setting up for the hotel's next event: World Championship Wrestling.
Thank god. Civilization.