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Mixing it up a bit now, I thought I’d setup a scenario and let you run with it – OR choose your own story.
The Locker room; Curtis scrolled through the stats on the on the phone as he sat in the darkened room. It was hot, damp with a musky smell in the air from its many previous boxing competitors.
Billy, Curtis’s trainer was unusually quiet as he roughly massaged oil into Curtis’s muscular shoulders, something didn’t feel right as he caught the sight of Bill’s eyes in the reflection in the phone.
Suddenly some guys burst through the door, Curtis tried to stand by Billy pushed him to the bench again…
“What if…”
(Part 1)
ReplyDeleteAs Curtis struggled to stand up, Billy suddenly clamped a damp rag over Curtis' mouth and nose. Curtis tried to hold his breath, but eventually he had to take a breath. As he inhaled, he tasted a sickly sweet taste at the back of his mouth and then everything went black.
As Curtis began to regain conciousness he heard brief segments of conversation.
"... let him wake up..."
"... want him to know..."
"... should never have fucked with me..."
Curtis came to. He tried to sit up, but discovered he was tied firmly to the bench he'd been sitting on. He turned his head and could see the men who'd burst into the room standing impassively watching him struggle.
Before he could say anything he heard footsteps and then Billy walked into his field of view. "Good you're back with us champ." said Billy sarcastically.
"What the fuck?" asked Curtis "Billy, what have I ever done to you?"
"Well it's no such me you should be worrying about, it's your old buddy Frankie."
"What's Frankie got to do with this. No-one's heard from him since he had his license taken away after he was caught cheating."
"That's right, after you ratted him out, champ."
"What do you mean? Billy, you were the one who told me I had to report him?"
Billy laughed loudly "Sorry champ, I'm afraid Billy couldn't be here today." he said.
Before Curtis had a chance to ask what on earth Billy meant, Billy dug his fingers sharply into the corner of his own jaw and then pulled hard, ripping his own face off with one hard tug.
Curtis stared in shock at the all too familiar face of Frankie staring down at him.
"Billy's already paid for his behaviour." said Frankie in his own voice. "It's so sad when people who seem to have everything take their own lives." he said chillingly holding up the mask of Billy's face and looking at it.
It took a moment for what Frankie had said to sink in and then Curtis tried to throw himself off the bench to reach Frankie "You fucking bastard." he yelled "I'll kill you for what you did to Billy."
Frankie watched as Curtis struggled uselessly.
"I wouldn't worry about Billy" he said "It's too late for him. If I were you..." he paused and then laughed "Well there's a Freudian slip, if I ever heard one." Frankie snapped his fingers and one of the strangers who'd come into the room walked over to Frankie and held out a bag.
to be continued
(part 2)
ReplyDeleteFrankie handed the Billy mask to stranger and reaching into the bag, drew out another mask. He swiftly pulled it over his head and the stranger helped him adjust it. Frankie turned around and looked straight at Curtis with his new face.
Curtis recoiled from the site of his own face, grinning back at him.
"As I was saying." said Frankie, now using Curtis' voice "If I was you, oh but look I am you." he laughed unpleasently.
Frankie stripped out of the tracksuit he'd been wearing as Billy, discarding the bulky padding which he'd been wearing underneath it.
He stood in front of Curtis, a head to toe replica of Curtis, lacking only the strapping on his hands to complete the perfect impersonation.
"You see Curtis, after you screwed me over, I was lucky enough to meet someone who could help me keep fighting. Of course I don't get to use my own face and I have to take a dive when I'm told to, but it's a small price to pay for the chance to proove I'm still one of the greatest fighters. And you know I get big bucks for doing this, but this one, this one I did for nothing more than the chance to screw your life over like you did mine."
Frankie paused and gestured at the strangers in the room. Two of them started to untie Curtis, while keeping him firmly under control. A third pulled on the discarded Billy mask and then began to dress himself in the discarded tracksuit.
Frankie turned back to Curtis "You're not only going to loose this match, champ, but during the post match interview, you're going to break down live on camera and apologise to all your fans for being a big fake and for cheating your way to where you are today. Then of course, there's the little matter of the drugs the cops are going to find when they break into your changing room and find you out cold after the interview. In fact I think it's all the stress of your public disgrace that will make poor old Billy take his own life."
Curtis struggled to get free from the two men who held him, he just needed one hand free then he could take down Frankie and rip his face off the cheating scumbag. But he was held too tightly and even as he fought, he felt a sharp prick in his elbow and then the world began to go dark again.
The last thing he saw was his own face bending over him as Frankie leant in close.
"Don't worry champ, there's not enough there to kill you, just enough to keep you out until the police find you. I want you to live Curtis, live and suffer, just like I did. Sleep well" and as Curtis sank into unconciousness, the last thing he heard was Frankie's laughter....
Really nice, drop me a line if you want a authors slot on the blog..
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Nemo
lol.. you want a job mate ?
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Hot damn, that picture is hot... oh man the things I would do to that shirtless studly man in the red shorts!
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