“Hehehehe, so your going to marry her right? I guess I need to give you a gift..”, the brown haired man said slyly as he tossed a gift wrapped box onto the floor before his rival’s feet. “I had her first, Juan. I owned her to the very last little piece of woman she is and I used her…Used everything she could give me. Her skills as a manager has put me on top, her connections made me a house hold fucking name, but…but the best little thing I used the most of was her luscious body, Juan.”, the maniacal man gushed, his voice full of glee and happiness as he tortured his adversary. “Her mouth with those sternly pursed, petite lips and that serious face…My toilet. Those ripe mounds affixed to her chest, my own playthings. Yet, the real treat, and pay attention to this one, the real treat was her soft, hot pink folds! I stuck her first and I made sure her virgin blood stained my bed sheets, its even on tape, wanna see it!?”, he ranted on just to see the hurt filling his target., thinking he was dealing the death blow to the one he had butted heads with, but that wasn’t going to be the end and this isn’t the beginning. The Story of these two angry mannequins and the venom that tugged at the strings of their heart happens much earlier than this.

Chapter One: Breaking it Big

Juan Corrida and Matt Engarde were to budding fresh faces in the world of acting, but this wasn’t the only thing that was budding about them. Each one of them ran a deadly race against each other to see who was the king, whom could rise to the top, but everything till now was ending in ties. They both became recognized at the same time, fought over bit parts and worthless women. They would fight each other for the fact that there was more dirt one’s shoe than the other. Every day they struggled to tear each other down and that’s what made them so appealing to the big name studios. Two young men battling for their rightful place as stars and giving their all to make sure nothing was left to chance, but it was a dangerous game and it was going to suck in everything like a god forsaken abyss. Matt Engarde was the pretty boy extraordinaire, a real hit with the ladies for his brash , devil may care style and his ‘refreshing like a spring breeze image of innocence.’, while Juan Corrida, his rival, was a teen heart throb with an ability to draw in the girls with his voice and stories, but the one thing that had in common was their drive to be the best. Its what fueled and fanned the flames.

It was one in the morning, Matt was sleeping off his hard day’s night before having to go to yet another reading for a bit part. He had the talent and the look, but he lacked the connections and leg work to keep him in the loop for the biggest roles. Although this night had a new story hanging in the air as his phone began to ring. The devil may care up and comer lived in a ratty apartment at that time, barely heated, never worth cleaning, and clogged with scripts from his past victories over his rival. The phone roused his from his sleep with the harsh tones he set it with to make sure he could always know when it was ringing. The young gun grabbed the phone, punching the talk button, it was second nature, “Dude, this is Matt Engarde, what do you want?”, he said as he rolled over, not even bothering to open his eyes to the early morning darkness. “This is Global studios Human resources liaison and I’ve been told to invite you to our offices today at eight AM sharp to discuss a potential job with our studios. Mr. Engarde, are you still there?”, the voice said over the line. Still there was a pause of silence for a few moments more, but suddenly it was broken by the words, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m still on the line and tell your bosses I’ll be there, but not at eight in the morning. I’ll be there when I feel like it, bye bye for now.”

Matt sat up in the darkness, the only thing visible was his eyes as he slid back his bang, underneath a large scar over his left eye and just below that a wicked smile stretched across his lips. He finally had been noticed and now he added another tally to his win column in his mind. Alas, his celebration was premature as shortly after his story began to unfold Juan was given a twist of fate. He was awake in his home, small and neat kept, but lacking style or trophies that weren’t from a power struggle against his nemesis Engarde. He was awake at this early hour reading and working lines, he had only four, but he was given word that Engarde would be there to read for the same part. He worked himself into a near stupor practicing and vocalizing every word till it was perfect. Juan hustled hard and fought tooth and nail against matt but lately he had started to trail behind a bit, losing small bit parts to him more than normal and getting more favor with industry play makers, but he wasn’t about to give in, he had worked to hard, fought to long for that. His body had the scars to prove it. When he couldn’t settle things on the set matt and he went to war in the streets, raising scandals so ripe that agencies turned them both away for fear of having their names put through the wringer. That made the war much harder, but this was Juan’s war and he was going to win no matter what. A melody familiar to the actor began to play gradually increasing its volume. He looked up from the script and trained his eyes on the clock and then his cell phone, time had went by faster than he had realized. Grabbing up the singing device he flipped it up and spoke, “This is Corrida speaking, whose calling?”

“This is Global studios Human resources and I calling to invite you to a small meeting about a potential job. Can you be here at eight AM sharp?”, the voice on the end said. Juan’s dark eyes sparkled like the night sky outside his window and he stammered, “Y-yes! I’ll be there!” The young dark-haired stallion could barely keep his anxiety from overcoming as he awaited a respone that couldn’t come soon enough, “Very good Mr. Corrida Global hopes to see.”, the line went silent as the voice hung up and left Juan with those words. He took a moment to think as he tingled with nervous energy, take a risk and head to Global like he said or head to a sure thing. The sure thing was a part he knew Matt couldn’t take from him, not this time, but Global was the risk, the bet that will either pau off big or leave him broke for the next couple of months and even further behind that enemy he longed to crush away. He looked down at the script that he knew he could take, it was small just a couple pages and the opay was terribly low, but then he considered Global, he was going to take that dangerous risk. The acting world was a world of double or nothing when it came to stepping up in the ranks and it was finally Juan’s time to step up. This time he wasn’t going to be stopped, not by Matt’s dirty tricks and fist, not shady executives either. He was not going to lose himself to the hate and doubt from others when he had his hand so close to the golden ring.

The time crawled at a snail’s pace for Juan, but it leapt forward at great speeds for Matt. He celebrated with a pair of E list ladies with a set of D cups credentials, but before eight o’ clock came he had already sent them packing. He got tired of playing with the bottom feeders, he used them up for as much as he could , another pair of belt notches for his efforts, but he didn’t waste anytime fixing himself up. Like the two-faced being he was it took time to setup his ‘refreshing’ persona, it was getting easier than ever these days to the point where it seemed that he was truly two different individuals. For Corrida, he spent his time in thought, full of nervous energy, he was amazed he could grab a few hours sleep before getting up and putting on his best face. Neither of them aware that they would see each other much sooner than they would like. Until now they fought over small things that never caused much damage, but today one of them was going to lose control of himself completely and the other was going to lose his shot at the big time, but rise to the occasion none the less.

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