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 Divock "Belgian Beast" Origi
What an evening and crazy turn of events!
After spending the night in lock-up and being questioned all night long, my handcuffs were finally taken off and I was allowed to make my one phonecall.
As all innocent people do, I called my lawyer.
Turned out that today is his birthday and that he was already wasted from an early toast. Nonetheless, Alika is a guy you can always count on, even when his level of intoxication was already largely alarming at this stage. He took one last shot of tequila, pushed his girlfriend aside and collected the paperwork to set me free. I pay him by the hour, so luckily it took him very little time to put together a strong case against the false accusations, and I was set free at 13h00.
So what happened? Oh well, lets say it wasn’t an ordinary evening for me.
Police assured me that I can describe what happened if I please, but I am forced to keep all names out of the story, as the real investigation is only getting started. Therefore, the nice guy that I am, I’ll either give short description of the person, or use an anagram.
It all started two days ago, when I got a personal invite to come and do a few training sessions in a highly rated gym in London.
The fact that this invitation came from a guy who is known to be somewhat suspicious, I said that I would only accept this offer if they would send a private jet to pick me up. They must have been really eager to see me train with them, or so I assumed at that time, as the jet landed that same night in NY and took me to London in no time. On board of the jet, some strange theme song kept being played in the background.
Not entirely sure what to think of it, I plugged in my earphones and listened to some good old Metallica.
I arrived in London in the morning of the 28th, largely in time for my 7 P.M. sceduled training session.
The gym that I was invited to for a short training camp was located in the East End of London.
As I’m not allowed to disclose the name of the facility, lets say that front of the gym was pretty eccentric, as some yellow fluffy thing was covering most of the frontside of the building.
It took me a minute or two to adapt to this strange setting, but I decided to go for it and opened the door, only to be struck by a huge déjà-vu-feeling.
The same theme song as on the jet was booming from the speakers.
Strangely enough, the gym looked empty, apart from the bar, where some young Brit was sitting behind a computer screen. As nobody else was there, I started walking towards him to have a chat. As soon as he spots me, his face becomes an exploded tomato and his laptop gets shut instantly.
In the few milliseconds that I was able to see the screen, it appears like a bunch of midgets was playing around. They seemed to have a great time and were pretty vocal.
Once the guy slowly had become his own pale self again, he introduced himself as KGB. As you should already know by now, this is not his real name, as I’m legally bound to keep real names out of the statement to the public. This means that the name KGB is either a description of the person, or an anagram, up to you guys to find out.
He said thank you to me for coming over and showed me the way to the dressing room.
He stayed there for a few uncomfortable moments, checking me out, before telling me that there were some refreshments downstairs before training.
I locked the door after him, a little creeped out, and got myself ready for training in this apparently top notch gym.
Once I found the basement were there were supposed to be some healthy drinks to start off training, I couldn’t find anything like that whatsoever. The only thing that I saw over there were boxes with some animal logo on them. I decided to take a closer look and saw that there were 24 boxes of something called ‘ Wolf power supplement’ and 10 boxes of ‘ Thai erection pills’.
It was at that time that the door was kicked in and half the London police departement jumped on me. They took me away handcuffed without even giving me a single chance to explain the situation. While walking through the gym towards the exit, it became clear to me that the pale Brit was no longer there, but his computer screen was open again, with two police officers looking at it with disgust, shaking their heads in disbelieve.
I was put into the cop car and rushed away to some local prison.
The entire situation was a trap, set up by a small and fairly new gang, in an attempt to frame me for their cheating. Thank god for my excellent lawyer, who was able to show proof of my story to the police and got me out of custody eventually. Charges at first where use and traffic of banned substances + production and distribution of child pornography.
The first charges were dropped quickly, as it was clear from all the test they did , that I had never used any banned substance, nor did I have the money on my account to make it possible for me to have been a dealer.
The other charges were an even more bizarre situation, as I had no idea where that idea came from, until I remembered the footage on the computer screen of the pale Brit. I explained the police what I had seen and how that happened. Turned out that the video that he had been looking at was actually footage of ‘ bilaY ’ his roster during one of their training sessions, wrongly considered child pornography by the detectives at first sight, but we all understand their mistake don’t we…?
What happened to KGB you ask? I can’t tell, but all I know is that the police is looking for him in Rio and Tokyo, where he is trying to take advantage of the weak and poor.
His crew you say? Aaah, London police found out quickly that they stick together like loose sand. They abandoned ship faster than Schettino was able to do on the Costa Concordia and are nowhere to be found.
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