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A SUNNY DAY AT TIJUANA
Manila Thug Enterprise
by: Jose Tagal
He was 10 minutes early for their morning meeting, but the they were there. He made it sure to come early and beat them on the time, something he doesn’t usually do (God, he loves irritating them by being soooo late), but the two were THERE.
Sheepishly in his most serious unabashed face, he greeted them by just nodding as he barely looked at them. He caught a glimpse and expected their reaction. Smiling wide-eyed. It was a good day in this simple outdoor café in Tijuana, Mexico. This was something of a monthly customary “thing” for this trio of Mexican legends: Marco, Juan and Eric. In paper, they bash each other out, but in truth, they were close friends.
Eric was staring down at their table, as if his mind was somewhere else. Then suddenly realizing he has no order called for a waiter and ordered a double shot of tequila. To which he saw the the two stifling what was supposed to be hidden laughter.
“Whaaaaattt? What the hell are you jeering at?” he suddenly burst out.
Juan couldn’t contain it and said “amigo, you ordered tequila…” and Marco laughed out loud.
“What’s wrong with tequila?”
Marco answered, “its a7 o’ clock in the morning dude” and they both laughed so loud some people were now looking at them.
Eric kept quiet and stared at his drink. Then said “Man, that dude really packs a punch.”
The other two looked at each other amusingly for a second and looked again at Eric, “like DUH! We told you sooooo” in mocking unison, then went back to their irritating laugh.
“Like for real man, what the hell do dey eat out in deyr cowntry man?”
"I heard they got quality marble(marmol) in dat country amigo, maybe they let em eat dat for breakfast…I dunno man” said Marco.
“I tink dey got one of em charms like they say they have in der country, maybe I have to get one during my next fight.” Said Juan.
Then Eric said “did you see his physique amigos? I don’t tink he has any fat left in him, even his brains look like dey haf muscles.”
“Oh yeah” Juan said, dreamlily. The other two looked at him su****iously. Then suddenly realizing what he said, “Whaaaat?! So I like his muscles? Was wrong wid dat? What you take me for?”
Marco moved his chair a little bit away from Juan. “”Well I warned you before that the kid has a bomb in his left, you shoulda paid attention to it.”
Juan said, “Im just glad his feet got blisters, I though I was a goner then.”
Eric said, “Well I’m still proud I got one over him, you”, pointing to Marco, “on the other hand didn’t get past him.”
“Well excuuuuuseeee me hombre,” said Marco in defense, “how the hell would I know dat he got dat left eh? You tell me…you had news after me. You should have moved away from the left.”
“I did, and I was good at it in my first fight with him. But now, what left are you talking about? Now he’s got two lefts. You realize how long a round is when your wit dat guy? Trying to keep a straight face when your insides hurt?”
“You shoulda see your face when you went down man. It was hilarious.”, Juan said laughing mockingly.
“You wanna see yours right now?”
“hey hey amigos, lets not fight” said a cooler Marco.
“Well talk to your gay friend” said Eric in a serious face.
“WTF?” says Juan almost rising.
“I said stop it Eric,” said Marco.
Eric stopped, but not after he mouthed the word “Gay” to Juan. And Juan responded by making a facial expression of Eric’s sad face when he went down on his last fight.
Marco changed the subject “So what do you think is next for this, this” he winced not wanting to say the name and thinking of a substitute, ”you-know-who?”
“I tink he’s gonna come after one of you” said Eric, smiling menacingly.
Marco looked at Juan. “Me? Oh oh…nooooo way amigos. I got a fight next month for 38k and its in Indonesia. Im not a crowd drawer and it took me forever to get rid of him in my division. Nope, close the door goodbye, don’t come back”
Eric said, “I guess its only you” looking at Marco.
Marco looked alarmed, “of course you’d see me in paper wanting him. But…”, trying to think, “I will try to give some outrageous price and hope they don’t give in.”
Eric says, “he want to destroy us and your title, he say yes to anything.”
“But there are other Organizations. Jorge is there at WBO”, said Marco, almost crying.
“He wants the top, he’ll go after you. ” Eric was enjoying this, “besides you want this fight for the beating he gave you before.”
“In paper I do” said Marco defensively, “but you know how much eggs I offered our basilica just so that he wont take the deal?”
“Well you better tell our country to get all the eggs theycan and bring them to your house coz you’re gonna need them my friend.”
“I know what I’ll do! I have a fight this March 25, I’ll offer it to him. He wont take that, its too early. Then I’ll call him a wimp”
“It will only anger him more. You don’t want him angry. He got only respect for me when we fought and look where it got me? Besides his body looks like its ready for another fight next week…”
“It sure does”, Juan interjected dreamily. The two again looked at him su****iously. Then realizing what he said, he slunked further down his seat.
“He might just take you up on your offer.” Eric continued.
Marco loked down, alarmed and said softly “I hope he doesn’t.”
THE END.
Psyche. Credit to the doo that made this. Just a lil fun here at NSB. Enjoy.
!!!!
Manila Thug Enterprise
by: Jose Tagal
He was 10 minutes early for their morning meeting, but the they were there. He made it sure to come early and beat them on the time, something he doesn’t usually do (God, he loves irritating them by being soooo late), but the two were THERE.
Sheepishly in his most serious unabashed face, he greeted them by just nodding as he barely looked at them. He caught a glimpse and expected their reaction. Smiling wide-eyed. It was a good day in this simple outdoor café in Tijuana, Mexico. This was something of a monthly customary “thing” for this trio of Mexican legends: Marco, Juan and Eric. In paper, they bash each other out, but in truth, they were close friends.
Eric was staring down at their table, as if his mind was somewhere else. Then suddenly realizing he has no order called for a waiter and ordered a double shot of tequila. To which he saw the the two stifling what was supposed to be hidden laughter.
“Whaaaaattt? What the hell are you jeering at?” he suddenly burst out.
Juan couldn’t contain it and said “amigo, you ordered tequila…” and Marco laughed out loud.
“What’s wrong with tequila?”
Marco answered, “its a7 o’ clock in the morning dude” and they both laughed so loud some people were now looking at them.
Eric kept quiet and stared at his drink. Then said “Man, that dude really packs a punch.”
The other two looked at each other amusingly for a second and looked again at Eric, “like DUH! We told you sooooo” in mocking unison, then went back to their irritating laugh.
“Like for real man, what the hell do dey eat out in deyr cowntry man?”
"I heard they got quality marble(marmol) in dat country amigo, maybe they let em eat dat for breakfast…I dunno man” said Marco.
“I tink dey got one of em charms like they say they have in der country, maybe I have to get one during my next fight.” Said Juan.
Then Eric said “did you see his physique amigos? I don’t tink he has any fat left in him, even his brains look like dey haf muscles.”
“Oh yeah” Juan said, dreamlily. The other two looked at him su****iously. Then suddenly realizing what he said, “Whaaaat?! So I like his muscles? Was wrong wid dat? What you take me for?”
Marco moved his chair a little bit away from Juan. “”Well I warned you before that the kid has a bomb in his left, you shoulda paid attention to it.”
Juan said, “Im just glad his feet got blisters, I though I was a goner then.”
Eric said, “Well I’m still proud I got one over him, you”, pointing to Marco, “on the other hand didn’t get past him.”
“Well excuuuuuseeee me hombre,” said Marco in defense, “how the hell would I know dat he got dat left eh? You tell me…you had news after me. You should have moved away from the left.”
“I did, and I was good at it in my first fight with him. But now, what left are you talking about? Now he’s got two lefts. You realize how long a round is when your wit dat guy? Trying to keep a straight face when your insides hurt?”
“You shoulda see your face when you went down man. It was hilarious.”, Juan said laughing mockingly.
“You wanna see yours right now?”
“hey hey amigos, lets not fight” said a cooler Marco.
“Well talk to your gay friend” said Eric in a serious face.
“WTF?” says Juan almost rising.
“I said stop it Eric,” said Marco.
Eric stopped, but not after he mouthed the word “Gay” to Juan. And Juan responded by making a facial expression of Eric’s sad face when he went down on his last fight.
Marco changed the subject “So what do you think is next for this, this” he winced not wanting to say the name and thinking of a substitute, ”you-know-who?”
“I tink he’s gonna come after one of you” said Eric, smiling menacingly.
Marco looked at Juan. “Me? Oh oh…nooooo way amigos. I got a fight next month for 38k and its in Indonesia. Im not a crowd drawer and it took me forever to get rid of him in my division. Nope, close the door goodbye, don’t come back”
Eric said, “I guess its only you” looking at Marco.
Marco looked alarmed, “of course you’d see me in paper wanting him. But…”, trying to think, “I will try to give some outrageous price and hope they don’t give in.”
Eric says, “he want to destroy us and your title, he say yes to anything.”
“But there are other Organizations. Jorge is there at WBO”, said Marco, almost crying.
“He wants the top, he’ll go after you. ” Eric was enjoying this, “besides you want this fight for the beating he gave you before.”
“In paper I do” said Marco defensively, “but you know how much eggs I offered our basilica just so that he wont take the deal?”
“Well you better tell our country to get all the eggs theycan and bring them to your house coz you’re gonna need them my friend.”
“I know what I’ll do! I have a fight this March 25, I’ll offer it to him. He wont take that, its too early. Then I’ll call him a wimp”
“It will only anger him more. You don’t want him angry. He got only respect for me when we fought and look where it got me? Besides his body looks like its ready for another fight next week…”
“It sure does”, Juan interjected dreamily. The two again looked at him su****iously. Then realizing what he said, he slunked further down his seat.
“He might just take you up on your offer.” Eric continued.
Marco loked down, alarmed and said softly “I hope he doesn’t.”
THE END.
Psyche. Credit to the doo that made this. Just a lil fun here at NSB. Enjoy.
!!!!
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