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Makin' Headlines; The First Sighting
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Topic Started: Feb 10 2015, 03:33 PM (91 Views)
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Lucky Larry
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Feb 10 2015, 03:33 PM
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It’s so quiet.
The landscape always is before a storm hits, or a tsunami, or something so devastating, it engulfs the expanse and takes away all that is known. But the way this mass of humanity is, the way the PRW fans sit and expect nothing dangerous to happen, it makes the world feel safe in its booster seat. The crowd seems to have fallen unwaveringly into the indifference of commercials they so submissively accept, and it’s… well, it’s…
“Pathetic.”
The lights swivel toward the stage. The titantron fills with color, and a face. Sky blue eyes grip onto the lens. Pink, stone-carved lips mold themselves arrogantly into a smile. The golden locks trickling down onto his hard shoulders make it hard not to look away, either for admiration or lust. His leather jacket graces his body so perfectly, one would think God tailored the garment for him personally. The mysterious man’s pooling eyes drift the audience into a world of their own insecurities, like a tormenting hell of self-pity.
The unknown entity smiles. His dimples sink deeply into his jaw, accentuating his mountainous cheek bones. He’s surrounded by a library of leather-bound books, perched neatly on mahogany shelves.
“Hello there,” the man says with innocently blinking eyes. “Where are my manners? I tell you, my dear mother would be ashamed. I mean, I’m in front of a worldwide audience and I here I am, yet to introduce myself. Well, there will be no more of that, I say! I’m sure you’re curious to know who I am, just as I’m curious to know who you are.”
The man charms the audience, his hand outstretched toward the crowd, as if a gesture of warmth.
“My name,” he says. “Is Larry… Aurelius… Parrish. Say it with me everyone; Larry ... Aurelius … Parrish. But, the people who know me, who know what I’m about, they call me Lucky Larry. I think you’ll all find out very soon why people call me Lucky Larry.”
He strokes his chin and looks off for a moment.
“But let me give you, you know, a little lowdown about me. Firstly, I don’t lose. I mean, let’s just get that straight right now.”
He looks harshly at the people, eyebrows raised, head bowed and shaking slightly. It’s like he’s talking to an idiot.
“Never have, never will. And that’s not a catch phrase. I don’t say this just for fun. I say this, because I am a scientist of life. And well, being a scientist of life, I tend to view things without bias and with a keen eye for facts. These eyes have lived through the sheer domination of high-level football players. My eyes have watched me sculpt this ultra-perfect body you are seeing right now. They have witnessed me win modeling gigs over those other guys with, well… less-fortunate features, shall we say.”
Larry smiles politely, glowing in his own world of condescension.
“I enjoy earthly pleasures not even one percent of you people can hope to fathom. Can you imagine having anything you want, whenever you want? My riches extend beyond the money I procured through my looks, charm and sex appeal. My girlfriend is earth-scorchingly hot. I mean, there just aren’t many things in this world I don’t have quite frankly!”
A satiated laugh peruses Larry’s voice. He rolls his eyes and comes back to the world, so infatuated with how the fans seem to hang on his every word.
“Look. It’s not like I’m saying ‘Hey, everybody, be jealous of me!’” Larry says, waving his arms sarcastically. “I’m not that kind of guy. Like I said, I’m a scientist, and I just observe the facts. The fact is that if you brought your girlfriend to this evening’s show, they sure as hell don’t want to be with you right now, do they? I mean, let’s be honest, their eyes are very much wandering elsewhere.”
Larry cackles, his amusement pouring through the video.
“They’re looking at me and their fantasies are just going crazy. They’re thinking, ‘Oh, boy, I wonder what a wine-soaked night with that gorgeous piece of man-meat might feel like!’ Am I right? Guys?! Am I right?!”
The television feed pans the audience and picks up a chorus of boos reverberating across the crowd. Larry’s gut is about to burst, unable to control his own joyous laughter.
“Oh come on I’m joking!” Larry shouts with an antagonizing shrug. “I know none of you losers have girlfriends!”
Larry says this as he doubles over in his chair. An exhale of chuckling cascades out of his mouth, the way an elderly man does after telling an old, not-funny story. His unfiltered glee recedes into the past as he becomes emotionally sobered.
“I was also joking when I said I wanted to know who you all were. What a load of crap. Let me make one thing perfectly, crystal clear to all of you. I don’t give half a damn about any of you mindless zombies mucking about the arena. I wouldn’t pay a penny to keep any of you on life support, so don’t think about coming to ask for any autographs when I get big in PRW, either, alright?”
His eyes jab at anyone watching, like lingering snakes waiting to bite a certain sweet spot, and take pleasure doing it.
“Like I said, I’ve won everywhere I’ve been. Talk about good-looking; I’ve been on the cover of every frickin’ men’s magazine that came out in the greater Los Angeles area last year. I’m not asking you to be jealous of me, but chances are you already are. So the way I see it, ‘PRW fans’, or whatever you’re called, you got two choices. You can either continue to grow angry with me, lose all your hair, and die early when you realize you’ll never have it this good…”
His hands gesture toward the lower half of his body, drawing imaginary lines around his naughty parts.
“Or, you can just realize your role in this world. Acknowledge my greatness, concede your futility, and you’ll all live much happier lives in my very vast and thick shadow that darkens your ugly faces.”
Larry’s eyes beam like the headlights of a Ferrari. His smile permeates the crowd with even more jeers.
“But… If I know you people like I know I do, you will just attach yourselves once again to your loser-like nature. I know it’s hard for any of you out there to organize a single thought in your brain with some substance. But, if you could just get this one idea through your heads, it would do ya a lotta good. My name is Larry Aurelius Parrish. I’m a man’s man, a show off, and a badass killer that cares only about himself.”
A distant stare overcomes Larry. He finally calms his sarcasm.
“But mostly, I’m a scientist of life,” Larry says. “I’m a scientist of life, who can see that very soon, there will be so little for the rest of PRW.”
Larry’s eyebrows crunch together in thought, and like a mural painted there, the smile returns to his face.
“And all any of you will be able to think… is how great I am, how pretty I am, and how much you wish you could be me. But it ain’t gonna happen, not now, not ever.”
Booing continues to ensue in the audience. It pours through the arena and through the doors of the room in which Larry sits. His smile erupts into a happy chortle as if influenced by some nice scotch whiskey.
“Alright I get it. I get it. You don’t like me because I’m a jerk. I talk about how great I am and leave no compliments for any of you, or any of the guys in the back. The thing about me is, you’re going to hear a lot of talking. You’re going to see lots of this pretty face, and it ain’t going away. I am going to be the best this company has ever seen. That’s not just arrogance, because the difference between me and some other heel that’s talking out his ass is, I back it up. And anything you say I can’t do, I’ll do, better than you could ever imagine.”
Larry lets a few more laughs rattle off his throat. Then, he pulls his coat tighter around his neck, the material stretching and molding about his impressive physique.
“So you guys better get used to this jerk. ‘Cause I’m here to stay. Things are going to get real fun, real quick.”
He leaves a determined glare burning into the screen. Then, he slides out of his chair and leaves the room. The door shuts. And it’s quiet.
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