Sabong is no fuckin joke here, no fucking joke at all. When the dude pulled out his box of blades I was like what the fuckkk. This shit is serious.
This was what I’ve been looking for, sabong. When we went to Antipolo a few guys were sparring their roosters but by the time I got to them they were done, I was so pissed. I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to see one, but at the last day my Tito comes in the clutch.