"Well, yeah!? I...I bet my mom could beat up your mom!" I yelled with my face turning red.
"As if. My mom would wipe the floor with your mom!" Ricky argued back.
We had been going at this for a while now, a couple of other kids at the playground had come to spectate. Ricky and I had always had a rivalry going, we were always trying to one-up the other. With our argument in a stalemate, I pushed Ricky to the ground and we began to wrestle. He grabbed a clump of my hair, while I tried to pin his leg. Our fight started to draw a bigger crowd.
"Hey, Ricky. Niño, what are you doing?" a voice called out from the crowd.
"Young man! Stop this immediately," my mom's voice shouted from the other side.
We got pulled apart by our mothers, while we kept trying to claw at each other. We both then got a whack on our heads for our misbehavior. Ricky and I rubbed our sore heads, whilst glaring at one another.
"What has gotten into you?" my mom asked me.
"Sí, what is the meaning of this, Ricky?" Mrs. Martinez asked.
"He started it!" Ricky yelled while pointing at me.
"Like hell! You're the one that started mouthing off! You, ugly..." I tried to yell back before my mom gave me another wack on the head.
"Ha, that's what you get, stupid!" Ricky bellowed before earning another whack himself.
We both rubbed our heads again and winced. By this point, the crowd had started to disperse. Ricky and I could tell our mothers' patience were running out. We both tried to give hasty explanations.
"Well, he was all talking about how much better he is than me. Then, he even said his mom could beat you up!" Ricky explained.
"Is that true?" my mom asked me.
"Well, yeah. B...but he's the one who's always trying to show off," I retorted.
"What a silly thing to fight about," my mom said.
"Sí, that's so silly. I wouldn't want to hurt Anon's mom," Mrs. Martinez said to Ricky.
My mom cocked her head and her brow furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?" mom asked.
Ricky's mom seemed a little taken aback. "I'm just saying we shouldn't fight. You'd get hurt," she responded.
"And what makes you so sure I'd be the one getting hurt?" my mom said as her tone got angrier.
Ricky's mom let out a snort. "I mean...no offense honey, but like, I've been around the block and you look like you stepped out of Stepford Wives," Mrs. Martinez said raising an eyebrow.
My mom stepped past me, crossing her arms. Ricky's mom then stepped passed him, her hands on her hips. Our mom's started staring each other down, while they continued to argue. Ricky and I were wide-eyed, and we scooted closer to each other. Ricky and I looked at our moms and then at each other. We didn't say anything to each other, but we could tell what one another was thinking. We couldn't believe our moms were actually going to fight.
"Listen, puta! I've raised four kids. I would beat the shit outa you," Ricky's mom yelled.
"Oh, I know you didn't just call me a whore! That's right I fucking went to public school, I know how to swear in Spanish. And, it's funny that you call me a whore when you've got four kids. Do they all have the same father?" my mom said while pushing Mrs. Martinez.
"Don't touch me!" Ricky's mom said shoving my mom back.
Our mothers started to grab each other.