#Michelob Ultra arena

[doublescribble]

Sabrina Ionescu and A'ja Wilson 2024 WNBA Season

[illmaticibn]

My first WNBA game round one of the playoffs Las Vegas Asus vs Chicago sky.

2023

Michelob Ultra arena

Las Vegas, Nevada

And

[martinluvrr]

NUMBER ONE | KATE MARTIN ( II )

⋅˚₊‧ kate martin x actress!reader

⋅˚₊‧ summary: the actress, the rookie and the media circus.

⋅˚₊‧ part one || part three || nav

✩

liked by badgalriri, kehlani, sydney_sweeney and 1,034,561 others.

y/ny/l/n vegas i love you. had so much fun last night, thank you @lvaces <3

kehlani made for vegas

usera fit ate

userb she's so wag material

userc we need kate and y/n reunion pics

houseofdragonhbo from dragonstone to las vegas ♡

lvaces 🩶🩶🩶

load more comments...

✩

x.com ↙

scar 🌠 @scarrrrracesssss Y/NNNNS AT THE GAMEEEEEEEEE OMFG #y/ny/l/n #lvaces

✩

instagram.com↙

liked by y/ny/l/n, houseofdragonhbo, wnba and 12,786 others

lvaces y/n is in the house 🚨 we love the facial expressions 😭 @y/ny/l/n

userd she's so courtside coded idk how to explain it

usere kate and y/n reuniting????

y/ny/l/n girl u did me sooo dirty i can't 😔

↪ userf DEADDDDDDDDDD

↪ userg WE NEED YOU AND KATE PICS PLEASE

userh mogged everybody there

useri adriana lima got nothinggg on her

-katemartin reposted a post by lvaces-

✩

x.com↙

brea @breaces y/n reportedly cheered the most when kate scored🤔🤔🤔iship them so hard omg

↺ mia @miascardoni eating this info uppp

↺ kiki @kianaklarck this is just y/n being excited yall 😭😭

✩

instagram.com↙

liked by userj, userk , userl and 32.459 others

deuxmoi DEUXMOI EXCLUSIVE… y/n y/l/n and kate martin had shared a hug with a brief conversation in the locker room, reportedly flirting with each other 😶😶😶

userl you never let anybody have anything

userm this is so sad omg

usern AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

usero ship them so hard brooooo

userp i didn't even know y/n was gay...

load more comments...

✩

newyorktimes.com↙

OLD BUT GOLD?

Y/N Y/L/N IS REKINDLING WITH HER OLD "FRIEND" LAS VEGAS ROOKIE , KATE MARTIN.

In August of 2022, while on the press tour of HBO’s House of the Dragon, picture started circling around of Kate Martin and Y/n Y/l/n. While the photo looked like a normal photo between two high school friends, insiders told us “They weren’t friends” Hinting of something more.

While the actress didn’t label her sexuality, many assumed she was gay or bisexual when she was spotted with nepo baby, Lily Rose Depp.

Kate Martin, is a 24 year old, fan favorite rookie of the reigning WNBA champions, Las Vegas Aces. The player is recognized for her years in Iowas Women’s Basketball, who came in second in the NCAA Tournament. She was the 18th pick in 2024 WNBA Drafts.

When Y/n was asked regarding the photos, she denied claims of anything hinting in relationship and confirmed they were just friends. Martin, when asked , didn’t answer.

According to gossip site Deuxmoi, the pair was spotted sharing a hug while also having a flirtation conversation in the locker room of Michelob ULTRA arena. Y/n and some of her co stars, were invited for the game. After the win, their interaction happened.

After a post of Y/l/n was shared on the official instagram account of the Las Vegas Aces, Martin reposted on her story, tagging the actress who then reposted it on her story. It looks like the pair is in contact again.

Between the actress and the rookie, it seems like history is repeating itself.

✩

thank you for reading<333333

[isak-dot-gov]

Mic'd Up

Pairing: Kelsey Plum x Reader

Word count:

Summary: The Las Vegas Aces media team ask you to be mic'd up for one of their games.

Masterlist:

.....................................................................

You felt a little giddy as you made your way into the Michelob Ultra Arena. The buzz of excited fans filled the air, but tonight was different for you. Sure, you’d been to dozens of Las Vegas Aces games to support Kelsey, your girlfriend, but this time, you were the centre of some unexpected attention. The media team had asked you to be mic’d up for tonight’s game.

Apparently, your reactions to the Aces’ plays—especially Kelsey's—had gotten some attention from the fans. Whether it was jumping out of your seat for a buzzer-beater or groaning when the refs made a bad call, your emotions were front and centre. You couldn’t help it—watching Kelsey and the team play stirred something in you, and now you were going to have to be conscious of the fact that every word would be recorded.

After receiving the microphone, you found your usual seat near the court and took a deep breath. "You’ve got this," you muttered to yourself, adjusting the small mic clipped to your collar. The camera crew wasn’t far off, ready to catch your reactions, and while that made you a bit nervous, you were also kind of excited. Kelsey still didn’t know about the mic’d-up surprise, and you couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

The warm-ups began, and soon enough, the familiar squeak of shoes on the hardwood filled the air. Kelsey, as always, looked completely focused, but she hadn’t noticed you yet. You watched her go through her routine, shooting three-pointers with that effortless grace she always had. It was impossible not to smile as you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter. She was incredible, and you were so proud of her.

Just before the game tipped off, Kelsey finally caught sight of you in the stands. She gave you a small smile and a wave, which you returned with a wink. You could tell by the look on her face that she was in the zone, ready to take on the night.

As the game started, it didn’t take long for you to forget about the mic. You were too caught up in the action, jumping to your feet when Kelsey sank a three just minutes into the first quarter.

“That’s my girl! Let’s go, Kelsey!” you yelled, grinning from ear to ear.

Beside you, the camera crew stifled their laughter as they captured your energy. You sat down again, buzzing with excitement, but it wasn’t long before the entire arena was on its feet. Jackie Young had just stolen the ball and was racing down the court for a fast break.

“Oh, Jackie, take it all the way!” you shouted, holding your breath as she made a clean layup. You stood up again, applauding with the rest of the crowd.

The game was fast-paced, and your reactions came naturally. You cheered every time Chelsea Gray made an insane assist, clapped loudly for A’ja Wilson’s tough rebounds, and even groaned when a call didn’t go in the Aces’ favour.

When Kelsey got subbed back in, you knew she was about to make a statement. The way she moved on the court with such purpose was thrilling. As she came off a screen and launched a deep three, you jumped out of your seat again.

“Yes, Kelsey! Hit that!” you shouted, fist-pumping as the ball swished through the net.

Kelsey briefly looked in your direction and smirked, shaking her head. She didn’t know about the mic yet, but she knew you well enough to recognize your voice.

The energy only intensified as halftime approached. The Aces were up by ten points, and the crowd was loving it. You found yourself totally engrossed, barely paying attention to the fact that the camera was pointed at you. When A’ja nailed a tough jumper at the buzzer, you screamed, “MVP! MVP!” along with the rest of the crowd, clapping like your life depended on it.

As the players headed to the locker room for halftime, Kelsey jogged over to where you were sitting. She wiped some sweat off her brow and grinned.

“So, how’s it going? Enjoying yourself?” she asked, leaning on the barrier separating the court from the seats.

“Of course! You’re killing it out there,” you said, trying to sound casual, but your heart was still racing from the excitement.

Kelsey tilted her head. “You seem extra hyped tonight. Something I should know?”

Before you could answer, a couple of Kelsey’s teammates—A’ja Wilson, Jackie Young, and Chelsea Gray—came up behind her.

“Yo, Kelsey,” A’ja called out, “is it just me, or is your girl, like, super into the game tonight?”

Jackie laughed, nudging Chelsea. “She’s giving us more energy than the bench squad.”

You blushed, laughing along with them. “I just love watching you guys play.”

Chelsea raised an eyebrow, a sly smile forming on her face. “Or maybe it’s just Kelsey she’s hyped about?”

“Okay, maybe a little of both,” you admitted, shooting a glance at Kelsey, who was looking at you with that soft, affectionate smile she reserved only for you.

A’ja stepped closer, crossing her arms with a teasing grin. “Wait, wait, is she mic’d up?” she asked, finally noticing the small microphone on your collar. “Oh, man, this is gold!”

Kelsey’s eyes widened as she caught sight of it, too. “Wait, seriously? You’re mic’d up?”

You sheepishly nodded. “Uh, yeah. The media team thought it’d be fun to capture my reactions tonight since, uh, apparently, the fans love them.”

Kelsey’s face broke into a grin, clearly amused. “Oh, this is going to be interesting.”

“Oh, it’s already been interesting,” Jackie chimed in with a laugh. “She’s been jumping out of her seat every time you score.”

A’ja chuckled, nudging Kelsey. “You’ve got your own personal cheerleader on blast.”

Kelsey shook her head, still smiling. “I guess I’ll have to put on a show in the second half then.”

As the players headed back to the locker room for halftime, Kelsey leaned in closer to you, her voice low enough for just the two of you to hear. “Just don’t say anything too embarrassing, alright?”

“No promises,” you teased, grinning back at her.

The second half of the game was even more intense. The Aces kept the lead, but the opposing team was catching up fast. Your reactions became even more animated as the game tightened.

When Kelsey made a crucial steal in the fourth quarter and raced down the court for an open layup, you were on your feet again. “Yes, Kelsey! That’s how you do it!” you screamed, pumping your fists in the air.

The camera caught your enthusiasm, and the arena’s big screen switched to you again, showing your reaction to the entire crowd. You blushed, but it didn’t stop you from cheering.

Chelsea hit a deep three-pointer to give the Aces some breathing room, and you yelled, “That’s why she’s the Point Gawd!”

“Someone’s got to tell her she’s on camera,” Chelsea joked as she jogged back on defence, pointing toward you.

As the game neared its end, Kelsey hit a three that sealed the deal, and the arena erupted into cheers. You were louder than anyone, clapping and yelling with everything you had.

When the final buzzer sounded, and the Aces secured the win, you stood with the rest of the fans, clapping and celebrating. Kelsey jogged over to you, still breathing heavily from the game, her face glowing with victory.

“So, how’d I do?” she asked with a playful smirk.

“You were amazing,” you said, your voice softening as you looked at her. “But I think you already knew that.”

Kelsey laughed, wiping some sweat from her forehead. “Yeah, but it’s nice to hear you say it. Even if the whole arena heard you, too.”

A’ja and the rest of the team walked over, joining in on the teasing. “Yo, Kelsey, your girl was louder than the mascot tonight!” A’ja laughed, pulling you into a friendly hug. “She’s got more energy than any of us!”

Jackie nodded in agreement. “She’s officially part of the Aces family now.”

You smiled, feeling your face heat up at the attention. “I just love watching you all play. You make it easy to get excited.”

Kelsey looked at you with that familiar glint in her eyes, the one that always made your heart skip a beat. “Well, you definitely kept things interesting. But now I’ve got to see the footage from tonight.”

“You’d better,” Chelsea said, laughing. “It’s pure gold.”

As the players gathered for post-game interviews and celebrations, Kelsey gave you a lingering look before heading off with her team. You stayed behind, still buzzing from the excitement of the game and the fun of being mic’d up.

One thing was for sure—you’d never forget this game. Neither would Kelsey or her teammates.

..............................................................

[clairosrealwife]

honestly she’s real for that

Kate’s a MF BOSS for hard launching it during Pride Month. On a Sunday, too.

I just realized there’s a pic of Kate drinking a can of michelob ultra after winning the big ten, and the name of the Aces arena is MICHELOB ULTRA. Okay, this is really the perfect team and situation for her! Not to mention, Hammon and the coaches were at the UConn vs Iowa game along with the GM (Natalie Williams)

well as we know kate loves her titties and beer🙂‍↕️

[downisupandupisdown]

Aces guard Jackie Young (0) drives the ball during a game between the Aces and Indiana Fever at Michelob Ultra Arena on Saturday, May 25, 2024, in Las Vegas. (Madeline Carter/Las Vegas Review-Journal)

[fy-dean]

@WeBridgeExpo: 🌟 ARTIST ANNOUNCEMENT 🌟

🎉 The comeback we've all been waiting for! DEAN returns to the States for an epic performance at WE BRIDGE 2024.

📆 Mark your calendars and don’t miss out! 🌟APRIL 26-28, 2024🌟

📍MANDALAY BAY CONVENTION CENTER & MICHELOB ULTRA ARENA

🔗VISIT http://WEBRIDGEEXPO.COM FOR MORE INFO

DEAN #딘

WEBRIDGE2024 #WEBRIDGEEXPO #NOWNEWNEXT

[rafaelnadalfans]

Netflix Slam: Nadal, Alcaraz, and Agassi Unite in Las Vegas [PHOTOS]

Rafael Nadal and Carlos Alcaraz have arrived in Las Vegas for their anticipated Netflix Slam exhibition event. During their stay, they had the opportunity to meet with Andre Agassi. The event, set to be live-streamed on Netflix, is scheduled for Sunday night at the Michelob ULTRA Arena at Mandalay Bay Resort. Agassi will be participating in the exhibition as a commentator, alongside esteemed…

[amelmajrii]

Marine Johannès #23 of the New York Liberty poses for a portrait after winning the 2023 WNBA Commissioner's Cup Championship on August 15, 2023 at Michelob ULTRA Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada.

© David Becker/NBAE via Getty Images

[female-buckets]

You mentioned it earlier about the aces smoke machine being sus lol now that I’m looking at from another angle it does look very deliberate lol like why go off right at that moment 🤔😭

Michelob Ultra Arena is run by carnies and circus freaks!!!

[doublescribble]

Allisha Gray and A'ja Wilson 2024 WNBA Season

[fuckyeahvanhalen86-95]

David Lee Roth was back on stage last Thursday (March 23rd) as he joined the all-star cover band The Royal Machines for a performance of Van Halen's "Panama" in Las Vegas.

The concert took place at the Michelob Ultra Arena at the Mandalay Bay as part of a corporate event for Home Depot sales managers. Roth joined a lineup of stars including Billy Morrison, Mark McGrath, Donovan Leitch Jr., Chris Chaney, Josh Freese and Billy ldol guitarist Steve Stevens. Dave made his presence known donning bright yellow pants and delivered his signature ad-libs during the performance, that you can watch here, which was posted to Facebook by Grant Caruthers.

Morrison also posted a pic of DLR's performance with the band on Instagram:

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Billy Morrison (@billymorrisonofficial)

[sophs-style]

sophs-style:

Anitta (wearing Monot) at the 23rd Annual Latin Grammy Awards held at the Michelob Ultra Arena in Las Vegas on Thursday (17th November 2022).

[dedicatedesire]

That day they’d done a promo, a spliced one hundred and twenty-one second video of each of the players’ answer to a question about their dream partner. Most of the guys had said some variation of an answer that implicated their partners, and the players without wives, girlfriends or mistresses said something that, surely, would arouse the most online fanfare. Eliza was bored with it all, rolling her eyes as she stood behind her phone screen, her hand impatiently on her waist as she watched the grown men joke around and speak in an undetectable code, seemingly unaware that their constant disruptions lengthened her already unpaid work day. She was mind-blown, floored, befuddled by some of the men’s absolute lack of intelligence— getting them to steady their focus on the camera lens, remember the prompted question and then answer it was like trying to teach a dog a new trick— Eliza couldn’t tell if they were fucking with her or genuinely just impeccably stupid. She wasn’t impressed by their height, or their bright, white smiles, or their muscles or even their money. Eliza couldn’t imagine worshiping someone that got paid to sweat and run all day. She hadn’t set out to be so negative about the entire internship, but the combination between it being unpaid and transitioning from originally being advertised as something that she could curate to fit her resume’s needs into a just being a social media manager position had began to irk her to the point that her tenure with the team didn’t seem sustainable. In fact, all things considered, Eliza thought she’d likely finish this project and then stop showing up. It wasn’t like she had to go. It was basically volunteer work.

She had considered quitting quite a few times, but every time she felt herself ready to leave, she felt a shift. Eliza had every reason to think she was making it up in her head, but there was something there. She wouldn’t have imagined it. She couldn’t have imagined it. Not the way he had looked at her— even she didn’t have that much creativity.

It was during the national anthem at their last home game—nothing special, really. The players all lined up, and the crowd stood still, their collective breath suspended. Eliza had been off to the side, like she usually was, adjusting the camera and trying to avoid looking too out of place among the sea of real fans and actual professionals. It was always the same for someone who didn’t care either way. Loud noises, the smell of Michelob Ultra, a win or a loss and a group text message with more criticism than approval from her ‘boss’ at the end of the night, but that evening, something different had happened. Darko had caught her gaze.

It wasn’t like he’d turned around mid-anthem or waved. He hadn’t given her anything overt like that. But, she had felt his gaze all while the glorious anthem was sung; she could have fainted. Buried her head in the sand, she felt so red. He’d been all the way across the court, positioned at the far end of the line, his tall frame a silhouette in the spotlight. And yet, somehow, despite the distance between them, Eliza was sure—absolutely sure—that Darko was looking directly at her.

No one would believe her. The arena had been crowded with thousands of people, with all the players lined up just as they always were, but Eliza was convinced. Darko had seen her, and now: it was their secret. It was a connection, a silent acknowledgment—one that no one could understand except her. She played it back in her mind, over and over.

It seemed like each time she thought about leaving the team and focusing her time and effort on a different job, one that actually paid and could help her flourish creatively, she and Darko would make some type of eye contact, or he would hold a door open for her or when she stopped him and asked him a question for a video, instead of sighing and acting as if though she was bothering him, he would lend her his ear— and wasn’t that so helpful? — so attentive when he didn’t have to be? — so fragile without embarrassing her?

By the time Eliza returned to her cold apartment that night, she had put the promotional video completely out of her mind. It wasn’t until nearly midnight that she remembered it, and, sluggishly, she began the editing process in the hopes it would be postable before that weekend’s game. Eliza went through the clips, cutting at the appropriate time, adding music, making transitions— she saved Darko’s for last, afraid to even betray to herself that he had won her over. He was one of the youngest on the team, one of the tallest, and, assuredly: the most handsome. Everyone on TikTok loved him and each video that they posted that had him in the screenshot wracked up no less than five million views. Perhaps the reason Eliza didn’t want to be so on the nose was because everyone on the team knew she was one of the people who, at the least, helped run the social media accounts, so if Darko was getting all of the team’s screen time, it had to be some reflection on how Eliza and the rest of the social media team felt about him. It was embarrassing. Watching him was embarrassing, liking him was embarrassing, because Eliza was doing the same thing everyone else was doing, but there was one difference.

He liked her too.

She could feel it.

The sound of Darko’s voice filled her apartment as she replayed his answer for the third time, when had the first time been or the second? She couldn’t help it. She wondered what it would be like to talk to him— really talk. She wondered if he read or liked spicy food, and sometimes she found herself curating questions and challenges to find out more of him that she would never know personally. Eliza allowed herself to wonder in secret if she could ever be his type, his dream partner, one might phrase it... she thought he must have wanted a girl that was 5’2, 120lb and blonde — and would he even like the things she liked? Or was he into White Claws and planning trips to Ibiza? She hated him.

Eliza slammed her laptop closed and tried to distract herself with Netflix and ice cream, but eventually her fingers crept over to her phone and her scrolling over to Instagram and her timeline over to his account.

Suddenly, she was flicking through the same photos she’d already seen a dozen times, each image familiar, yet impossible to look away from. The candid shots, the posed ones, the ones that made him look effortless even when she knew the planning it took to curate his image. 

She acted as if on autopilot, until she stopped briefly at a picture of him laughing with a group of teammates, his mouth open in that wide, genuine smile she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about. Eliza sat in silence for what felt like forever, staring at his perfect, white teeth, an ease that was egregious. 

Her fingers slid across the screen, and in a fit of something too hard to name, she opened her burner account. The burner was a different Eliza—one who commented on terrible reality television. The Bachelor, Too Hot to Handle, fuck it— My 600lb Life. She hated it, she really did, but there was something about being able to clock out of her own life and look at the misery of others that made her feel better about herself, or the falseness, insecurity of some that made her happy to be living her true, authentic life.

Eliza watched a few videos, wincing at a spoiler before doing what she knew had to be done. Her stomach was turning left, right, around and back again. She flipped back to Darko’s Instagram.

The urge to do it was almost unbearable. It had been days since the first night she thought about messaging him, and by now, she knew it would happen sooner or later. It wasn’t like he was going to reply or even see it, but there was something inside of her that just wanted to do it and have it done or else it would keep eating at the soft matter between her ears.

At first, she typed his name—just “Darko”—and then stared at it. She heard the city’s church bell chime at midnight.

She hated how much she cared about this. There were so many ways she could start—she could ask him something normal. Something casual. But the more she thought about it, the more her fingers itched to do something else. Something more real. Something that would haunt her for days after she sent it. Something that would make him notice her— make him reply. She wanted to present herself as someone who saw him. Really saw him.

Her heart pounded as she typed — I’m sure people message you every day, and you ignore all of them and just laugh to yourself about the things people would be willing to do just to get your acknowledgement for a second. I don’t think you’re a bad person, but there is no way you can have millions of people following you and not be horrible. You’re one of those people who I imagine can’t even fathom what it would feel like to be unliked or ever told ‘no’. This is stupid. You won’t ever see this, but just know: everything in your life is paper thin. I would have loved to have known you under different circumstances lol

Her finger hovered over the screen. She read it back, her eyes skimming the words. What was the point of sending a message that he would never read, let alone respond to? He didn’t need to engage with someone like her. He was a professional athlete, surrounded by agents, coaches, fans, women—people who could actually offer him something. What could she possibly offer him? A poorly written rant? Her insecurities were too big for even an office place romance (not to mention, it was strictly forbidden with her contract).

She was pathetic. And yet, she couldn’t make herself delete it. She needed to send it. She needed to know she had at least tried even if it meant drowning in humiliation afterward.

With a sharp breath, Eliza sent the message and flung her phone to the otherside of the couch almost as if it had burned her. 

[wyattebirdwell]

Iron Maiden- Caught Somewhere in Time (Michelob Ultra Arena 10.5.24)

[recentlyheardcom]

WNBA playoffs: Aces avoid sweep vs. Liberty with Game 3 blowout

The Las Vegas Aces aren’t going down that easily. After becoming the first defending WNBA champion to fall behind 2-0 in a series, the host Aces responded with a 95-81 Game 3 win over the New York Liberty. Game 4 is scheduled for Sunday in Vegas at 3 p.m. ET. All it took was a 17-2 run to end the third quarter and energize a sold-out Michelob Ultra Arena crowd. After a close first half, in which…