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Gunnar K. Per C Am/Lit Comp Brother Tom.

//**__Blake S. and the Devil__**//

This is a story of heart, pride, and righteous. It has an affect on the character’s mind, body, and soul. This is a story about Blake S., and if he has too much pride, or not enough heart. This is a story of courage and despair. Blake is a phenomenal boxer with about a .700 record. He never gives up and has the wits of a dolphin.

“And in the red corner weighing in at two hundred and five pounds Blake the Attack S.!” Were the first words that reminded him that he was asked to take a fall in the third round of the fight. There was a problem though Blake had not lost a fight in five years and this would ruin his streak, but by winning would bring him absolute glory in the boxing. Then again the man that asked world him to take the fall was a very “influential” man on the streets of New York.

His name was Tony Vercetti of the Vercetti Gang. He was what he calls the “top dog,” but everybody knows he is the leader of the biggest organized gang since Al Capone. The only difference between him and Al is hat Tony is pure evil, he even dresses the part. Red suit, black collared shirt, red tie, and a giant red fedora hat almost like the devil himself.

“Ding, Ding, Ding,” the first-round bell rang. The sound pounced through Blake’s head, and as he sound down without even breaking a sweat from the previous round he thought about how he got himself into the whole mob deal and basically taking a fell. He thought “ there is no way out of it, he’ll kill me if I don’t fall, or the worst,” he then thought “how did I get myself into this mess?”

Blake was as always in his favorite hang out after a fight last month when a strange man came up and whispered “Mr. Vercetti would like to see you in his office,” in his ear. There is no other response to this than to go for the fear that you will never wake up again. So he followed the strange man. Mr. Vercetti’s office was in the strangest place it was not up in the Penthouses like the rest of the rich, powerful people’s, but in a bright red colored basement with twice the amount of steps as any other basement. He did not even think twice about it. He would have never even considered the bright red walls as a factor.

“3…4…5…,” there were two things that went through Blake’s mind throughout the fight “get up, and I can’t get up,” with pounds of sweat on the floor and drips of blood on the floor from actually making look like he was getting beat. He could not resist that thing Tony told him, that one thing he told him. The thing that would itch at his mind the whole fight. The thing that would payoff for years, but hurt for eternity.

Blake stood in front of Vercetti’s desk, he looked Tony in the eye and realized, that up close even his eyes were red. Tony said “I would like to make you an offer.” Blake replied with a simple “What kind of an offer” again knowing there is no refusing Tony.

“I would like to buy your soul, for eternal glory as a boxer,” replied Tony. Blake though played it smart and acted as if he was giving it thought even though he knew what his answer was. Now Blake knew what the red was for, Tony Vercetti was the devil and he understood the man’s position in the mob. Blake told him he would think about it, and then the devil offered him absolute glory in the boxing world. Blake told him he would think and as a sign the devil said “if you want absolute power in the boxing world then win against your opponent this week, but if you do not want to sell take a fall in the third round, which will end your career.”

“7…8…9…,” Blake knows he consequences of selling out, but he knows that he can always find another career. “TEN…Blake is Knocked Out in the third round,” the ref yelled. Blake then looked to the crowd where Tony was sitting, with a smile, but Tony was not there. He later found out that nobody in town had ever heard of the Vercetti’s, or the red suit, he then looked to the corner where the door to the red basement was and he saw a giant red fedora hat. He walked up grabbed it and the next day he found out that losing that fight had made all of his sponsors leave, and the chance for the title fight were forever lost. Blake knew he had done the right thing, but he does always wonder “what if?”