The year was 1975, the setting Manila during martial law, the BVC having been betrayed by their supposed allies in the Surely Sailors Collective Resistance (SSCR) led by that now familiar face of villainy Don Diabolico the world was in turmoil. With all the tension built up the BVC were in need of a beacon of hope, a sign that they could rally around, the guardians of Manila needed a Thrilla. Their prayers were answered by a brash and loud mouthed young man from the United States, Muhammad Ali. The reigning world heavyweight champion of the world, Ali sought to prove his dominance on foreign soil against the imposing Joe Frazier.
Many people are familiar with this fight, the Thrilla in Manila, but not many know the greater implications this fight had for the country and the order of the BVC, then known as the Boisterous Voice of Crustaceans. With Ali’s victory and a country electrified the BVC were able to channel the positivity into the power they needed to rescue their homeland. It would take many years of tireless work until the Philippines were safe again and even today there are still remnants of these dark times.
The SSCR has continued their wretched existence to this day and act as a perpetual thorn in the side of the righteous order of the BVC. Last year it was a force of SSCR pupils that wrest the torch bearing privileges that come with the winning of the sacred tournament from our beloved champions. Many say that their victory was won by trickery and dirty dealings involving money exchanging hands, but never fear my faithful readers their brief reign has been thwarted.
It is with great pride that I announce to you that the BVC’s own Red Lions have reclaimed their rightful place as leaders of their country. I attended the final showdown between the Lions and the SSCR’s Golden Stags hosted at the hallowed sight where Ali had defeated Frazier and witnessed the brutality and grace of this epic battle. Like the titans who had pummeled each other all those years ago the two sides combated both scoring small victories here and there. Many times the SSCR attempted to use the dark ways they have become known for but our Lions did not rise to their petty challenges but rather marched forward with nobility unto victory.
Afterwards the celebrations could be heard round the entirety of Manila, the sky was illuminated with showers of blinding white and crimson conjured up by some of the older BVC brothers. For the first time on my journey I saw the full strength of the BVC as streets were closed to make way for revelry. Drinks flowed freely and the joy of the team and the community was like an electric current flowing through us all. Paco, Roman, and I have been around the world many times and experienced a myriad of joys but this was one that shall live on in my memory for a great deal.
To finish up I suppose I should inform you all that the Philippines is in the path of a Super Typhoon named Juan. While I have never met this Juan or done anything to upset him he has gone and ruined a trip I was planning on taking to one of the other islands. Very rude of him I must say. I am not too worried though as Paco and I have a current competition going on as to who can hold their breath longer underwater. We have gone for hours and adding a Super Typhoon to the wager will only make it more exciting.
Until next time if Juan decides there will be…
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