Cuban Boxer Guillermo "El Chacal" Rigondeaux Still Missing; Last Seen In NYC On 12/9...

I legit think he'll never fight again.

 

I hope he does he was just too small reason no one wanted him at the lower weights including loma

 

Seems like the right time to tell this tale...

Back in January, I was on holiday in China. We started in Beijing, but after a week we flew south to Yunnan, a province famed for its natural beauty, Himalayan-scale mountains and lush, vertiginous gorges. We trekked through one of the latter, Tiger Leaping Gorge. Whilst nowhere near as wide or vast as the Grand Canyon, it frankly pisses all over the GC in terms of claustrophobic vertitudinousness, which is a word I've just made up to illustrate how sheer and and high the walls of this canyon are.

A full kilometre beneath the trekking path, the infant Yangtze river forges its way through the gorge, whose vertitudinousness (might as well keep using it) is born of its being formed by the lower reaches of two huge mountains. Of these, Wulong Xueshan, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, formed the opposite wall to us. Even as one looked upon it, the majesty was almost incomprehensible. From the river cliffs soared vertically for a kilometre or more, before they began to rear back into a cacophony of tortured spires and twisted aretes, only to soar once more towards the summit of the mountain, perpetually out of sight in cloud.

Our first day's walking was tiring, but we were able to eat and drink at a guesthouse after a few hours, enjoying spiced potatoes with the keen kick of vinegar and coriander, and some perfectly-measured pork and green peppers. Even in the most remote reaches of China, good food seems to be a basic right. This meal kept us going until evening, when we finally reached the Halfway Guesthouse, our well-appointed accommodation for the night. Sitting in a hamlet high, high above the gorge, it is the most perfect place one could hope to spend a night. We made love with the curtains open, the sight of the vulgar, majestic flank of Wulong Xueshan forcing itself through the floor-length window like an unashamed voyeur.

The next morning, the early sun gleamed from the buttresses of the mountain like newly-discovered reams of gold, and the river gistened like gossamer on a wet dawn. We followed the path towards the end of the gorge, winding with the course of the Yangtze, struggling with the wind every time we rounded a corner. We made love again after passing beneath a waterfall which leapt from an outcrop high above us and collapsed onto the scree and talus two hundred metres below. We were close to our second night's accommodation now, and we exulted in what we'd done.

The gorge widened, the path narrowed and we began a gradual descent towards the river. The wind still blew heartily, and we frequently shielded our eyes from the dust. Finally we found ourselves in the village known as the Walnut Garden. Our bed for the night was in a place called Sean's. Legend had it that Sean had been the pioneer of opening the gorge to foreign hikers, and that he was quite a character. I looked forward to meeting him.

We found the guesthouse, but it was a young, beautiful girl who admitted us. Must be Sean's daughter. She made us millet tea and cooked us some dinner, then showed us to our room. There was no electricity tonight, she told us matter-of-factly.

We showered, then returned to the large common room downstairs. We were the only guests. But now a small, dark man sat by one wall, fiddling with his smartphone. We couldn't see his face clearly, but this must be Sean.

"Ni hao," I said - hello. He looked up at me with solemn, petulant eyes.

"Hi. You okay?" he managed, without feeling. He returned to his phone and we spent the next ten minutes in awkward silence. But eventually he turned to look at us again, pointed at the unlit lights and croaked "Another empty promise from Party".

"It happens often?" I ventured.

"Oh yeah. Many time. We use be big man round here. People big listen to Sean. Sean big man in gorge," he said, growing visibly agitated. "Sean no big news no more. Sean big man, but den other man come, now Sean big loser. Now no one want know Sean. Sean dead to world."

He turned his face to the light. There was something in his face that I recognised, but I couldn't tell what it was. His daughter walked into the room, and asked her father "Ni yao cha ma?" - "Do you want tea?"

"Cao! Lai! Lai!" - **** you! Go! Go!

She scurried from the room, and we shifted uncomfortably in our stiff wooden chairs. We made our excuses, and made to go to bed. But as we were leaving, we caught another outburst.

"Oh! Sure! You go! You go! No one want know Sean now! Him top boxer pound-for-pound! Now no one care! You go! Cao ni ma! Cao! Cao!"

As we hurried out of the door, I chanced a glance back to the morose figure sat near the wall. Again, there was something in his grotesque brow, his ugly cheekbones, his permanently hurt expression, that I knew I recognised. But I still couldn't place it. We left the lonely miser and returned to our bedroom, where we made love in the dark.



Anyway, not sure what prompted me to recount this travelogue but some tales just have to be told.

 

I would still like to see him against Gary Russell Jr, Leo Santa Cruz or Frampton. Doubt they want to fight him though, when you fight against Rigo its always a big risk, he is still very skilled and not all the fights against him will be fun to watch. And as far as I know, Rigo isnt much of a ticket seller

 

Rigondeaux literally asked for that fight for over a year, signed the contract, and cashed the check.
78Sports want to blame the boxing business but 80% of that responsibility is on Rigo himself. Yes, he got played on the weight and the money but he read the contract and agreed to that ****. All is fair in my opinion.
I think he realized by the 2nd round just how bad he ****ed himself in all categories and gave up when he realized Loma's skills are the real deal.

 

So if you are not on Twitter you are “missing”?

 

When you're a constant Twitter presence, one of the highest-rated fighters before your much-hyped P4P vs. P4P bout and then after you retire in the fifth you immediately disappear COMPLETELY from the public eye for six months, you've definitely "disappeared".

 

It sounds like you need to leave your phone at home once in a while and get a life.

 

Based on the title, I legitimately thought he was missing.

Let the man be...

 

Poor dude is still on sabbatical.