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This week, we focus on our very own home-town hero, "Rooster" Jackson, or, as he's called by the cockfighting press, the Mike Tyson of "gamecocks." After last night's epic struggle against challenger Pépé LePollo, Jackson remains undefeated after 39 bouts. Let's look back on this heroic bird's rise to glory... Jackson's trainer, a shifty, one-eared character with blurry tattoos on his neck, who refuses to give even an alias, is cagey about his chicken's roots. The last time we asked about how he came to own Jackson, he pulled out a shiv and stabbed our own Gary Lock in the face. Gary's recovering nicely, but the question remains: Where DID Jackson come from? Sitting down with Jackson's trainer, and keeping a shotgun leveled squarely at his chest all the while, TijuanaCockfighting.com reserve columnist Petey Mossbaum dug deep for some answers.
Petey Mossbaum: Who are you? What's your name? Jackson's Trainer: I'll tell you nothing, you filthy American pig! (spits on Petey's chest) PM: Why, you lousy, one-eared dirtbag! C'mere! (grabs Jackson's trainer's neck, choke-slams him into the dirt, stands with foot on trainer's neck and gun aimed at trainer's forehead) Who are you? WHO??? JT: Shoot me, you filthy gringo! I will tell you nothing! PM: Ah, just tell us where you got the bird! JT: From your MOTHER, you [expletive deleted]! PM: Fine. Don't tell me. Oh, by the way... (shoots Jackson's trainer's foot off) JT: (screams and bleeds a lot)
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