![]() ![]() What I would like, though, is to call my manager, Segundo Lujano. “I can’t count on my family at moments like this,” Valero insisted, “I think they’ll find out what happened soon enough. The police were called and they escorted the champion fighter to the holding cell from which he gave his last interview. The rest of the story is public record as Valero went down to the reception area soaked in blood and, according to many sources, confessed to the heinous act of stabbing his wife several times. “I laid next to her and when I woke up she was dead.” Up in room 624, Valero said that he continued drinking and ingesting cocaine until he lost consciousness in bed with his wife. Another man said ‘hello’ to her as well.” Valero continued, “(In the hotel lobby), There was a woman leaning back in a chair, staring at my wife. I went there because they were trying to kidnap me.” After awhile at the booth, he told us to go to the Hotel Intercontinental in Valencia. I sped up until we reached a toll booth and I told the police officer that someone wanted to rob or kidnap us…I don’t remember which toll booth. All of a sudden, I realized that someone was following us. “We were driving and I had been drinking Vodka. Valero was on suicide watch as he spoke, all he wore were sweatpants and laceless sneakers. The flight was supposed to be yesterday.” We were going to stay in La Guaira until they sent it to me. “I was going to rehab in Cuba, but I didn’t have my passport. I need to talk to somebody,” Valero mumbled as fellow inmates shouted everything imaginable, from hymns of support to cruel sexual innuendo. ![]()
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