05-25-2015, 08:29 PM
Blackfire’s late arrival meant that she wasn’t allowed the same privileges as the 44, punctual contestants that had made it past the preliminary process. Instead, DA personnel had instructed her to join the others already at the Barracks. On the plus side, the Tamaranean lacked the type of social skills in order to blend in with the other Primes even if she wanted to. On the minus side, she did not get the opportunity to survey DA’s Preshow facilities in hope of encountering and eliminating the Psion that had signed up. That was the whole point. She never had any intention of participating. Her plan was to obliterate the Psion before the game started and then contently, reap the penalties of her actions. Blackfire felt a tingle from the anticipation of encountering the Psion in the Barracks. He has to be there. She kept assuring herself that he was there among the 43 others. Her mind would not think otherwise.
On her way to the Barracks, she envisioned a variety of scenarios of their encounter, but regardless of difference, each scene concluded with his demise. Just as another scenario played into her mind, the sound of screaming interrupted her thoughts. The screaming caused Komand’r and the two escorts with her to spin around. Somehow, a girl had managed to breach DA’s seemingly, tight security system and was heading full speed towards a tall, muscular, bald-headed man of light brown complexion. The man of her dreams wore a sleeveless-t-shirt with the words JUST BRING IT! on it, and jeans, which Blackfire found to be tacky. She had no idea what possessed someone to leave their house in ripped attire. It was beyond stupid, but apparently, it was ‘trendy’. Society’s general lack of taste disturbed her.
“Foolish girl,” said Blackfire with her arms folded as a hefty security guard stopped the young woman in her tracks. “Speed is meaningless if you cannot control the direction of your movements,” she said to the ushers.
“Rock, Rock, Rock!” continued the fan, stretching her hands towards him, but quickly found herself lifted off her feet and onto the right, shoulder of the large security officer. “I love you! I love you Roooock!” she continued, but no matter how much she flailed her arms towards ‘Rock’, she couldn’t overcome the brute force of the DA security officer in black attire. Meanwhile, the bald superstar continued to giggle and wave at the fan. The moment she was out of sight, he straightened his face. That was a typical characteristic of a showman – the natural ability to turn the charm on and off at any given moment like the flick of a light switch.
Blackfire safely assumed Rock was a big celebrity although she had never heard of him; then again, she rarely watched TV. She preferred reading books. Regardless, the overeager fan proved there were people that would go through extreme lengths just to meet him. That was the power of charisma, which the Tamaranean also possessed.
As a Princess, Komand’r rarely had any responsibilities. With her birthrights passed down to her younger sister, it was Koriand’r that received all of the limelight, while the King’s firstborn, Komand’r, was forced to observe from afar, forever enveloped in her sisters shadow. That all changed the moment the rightful heir Komand’r was officially declared the 50th ruler of Planet Tamaran.
In the Empress’ opinion, society had a screwed up system where nobody could care less about a commoner, but the moment that commoner attains fame; suddenly everybody wants to kiss their derriere.
Komand’r couldn’t deny that becoming Queen was the greatest moment of her life, however, simultaneously, it was the most stressful period of life; that was the moment when it was compulsory to have an agent. “It is necessary,” babbled Lord Tyand’r. “They will help enhance your image and help you appeal to the young generation.” Then the agents hired makeup artists to tamper with her face and wardrobe stylists to tell her how she was supposed to dress. In addition, whether it was Planet Tamaran or the Dante Verse – it did not matter; photographers were all the same. They all told you how you were supposed to pose in order to look ‘sexy’ or ‘hip’.
Rock turned to his left, taking note of Blackfire. Her presence brought a smile to his face. She paid no mind to his big grin, instead, turned to one of the ushers. “Let’s be on our way.”
“Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoooa!” said the 46th participant, turning his head to the left and then straightening it as he made his way over to her with quick, long strides. “Clearly you don’t know who I am, so let me introduce myself.” He bounced his hips up and down twice and then shook his body repeatedly as if he was warming up for a sparring session.
“It’s the Rock!” he directed, thrusting his right hand downwards as if he was slicing thin air.
“It’s the jabroni beating, pie eating, trail blazing, eye brow raising, the best in the present, future and past, and if you dont like me you can kiss the peoples ass!”
Blackfire’s mouth flew open in shock. She had failed to make sense of what he had said, yet she had felt the passion in his voice, witnessed the intensity in his eyes and veins, which had emerged from each side of his baldhead. All of that sent chills all over her body. There was no way of detecting the physical capabilities of this man, but as a speaker, he was more powerful than anyone she had ever witnessed. There was no denying that his vocal skills had a major influence to his rise to prominence.
All Blackfire could do was gaze at him with astonished. He was undoubtable the most intriguing individual she had ever come across.
In response to her widened eyes, The Rock rose his right eyebrow.
Unbeknownst to her, a strand of sweat trickled down the right side of Blackfires face. She tried to move, turn around, but couldn’t move any part of her body. I’m paralysed, she thought. How is this happening to me? How? He is just…a man….so how?
“That’s right, you’re starting to sweat. That’s what The Rock does, The Rock brings the heat.” He smacked the back of his right hand against his left palm. “The rock brings the heat here, The Rock brings the heat to Antarctica, The Rock brings the heat all over the damn universe!” He rose his face towards the ceiling. If you smeeeeelalalalalalalalalalow, what The Rock…” He redirected his face towards her and winked. “Is….cooking,” he finished quietly.
Blackfire’s lips moved but did not have the will to utter a word. This cannot be happening. She tried to speak once again, same result. Im- She tried to move her limps, an arm, a leg, a foot, but the most life from her was the twitching of fingers.
The Rock chuckled. “Don’t worry, The Rock has this effect on everybody, that’s why he’s the great one, the people’s champ, and clearly from the state of your gooorgous body, the most electrifying man in all, in aaaaall of entertainment!”
Not that this behemoth of a guy needed any security, but the one his left whispered something into his eye.
“The Rock’s gotta leave. The people need him, but before I leave…” The Rock stepped closer to her with the utmost swagger of confidence. “Let me leave you with something to think about…” She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, as he got even closer. “On your watyto the Barracks.”
Even if she had the power to, she was unsure whether she would have wanted to stop him from wrapping his bulky arm around her waist, drawing her forward against her will until their bodies touched, arching his face towards hers…
No, she must have wanted this; there was no other explanation for the warm sensation she felt within. Nobody had ever gotten this close to her face before, nobody.
Growing up as a member of Tamaran’s royal family was tougher than anyone could ever imagine. As the King’s daughter, she was never allowed to roam anywhere outside the palace without at least one guard, and even then, she had to deal with the discomfort of being checked on every five minutes or so. When you added that to the fact that Komand’r was an outcast as the only Tamaranean incapable of flying, you ended up with a girl that experienced an abnormal social life.
The Rock gently placed his lips against hers. Her eyes closed immediately, lips motionless as she embraced the feeling of passion for the first time in her life. As they both opened her eyes, The Rock raised his hands, and without taking his eyes off hers, straightened both sides of her hair. Even when he turned around, she still had her attention on him.
“Did you get all of that?” asked a redheaded reporter to the cameraman beside her.
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” replied the cameraman with delight.
On her way to the Barracks, she envisioned a variety of scenarios of their encounter, but regardless of difference, each scene concluded with his demise. Just as another scenario played into her mind, the sound of screaming interrupted her thoughts. The screaming caused Komand’r and the two escorts with her to spin around. Somehow, a girl had managed to breach DA’s seemingly, tight security system and was heading full speed towards a tall, muscular, bald-headed man of light brown complexion. The man of her dreams wore a sleeveless-t-shirt with the words JUST BRING IT! on it, and jeans, which Blackfire found to be tacky. She had no idea what possessed someone to leave their house in ripped attire. It was beyond stupid, but apparently, it was ‘trendy’. Society’s general lack of taste disturbed her.
“Foolish girl,” said Blackfire with her arms folded as a hefty security guard stopped the young woman in her tracks. “Speed is meaningless if you cannot control the direction of your movements,” she said to the ushers.
“Rock, Rock, Rock!” continued the fan, stretching her hands towards him, but quickly found herself lifted off her feet and onto the right, shoulder of the large security officer. “I love you! I love you Roooock!” she continued, but no matter how much she flailed her arms towards ‘Rock’, she couldn’t overcome the brute force of the DA security officer in black attire. Meanwhile, the bald superstar continued to giggle and wave at the fan. The moment she was out of sight, he straightened his face. That was a typical characteristic of a showman – the natural ability to turn the charm on and off at any given moment like the flick of a light switch.
Blackfire safely assumed Rock was a big celebrity although she had never heard of him; then again, she rarely watched TV. She preferred reading books. Regardless, the overeager fan proved there were people that would go through extreme lengths just to meet him. That was the power of charisma, which the Tamaranean also possessed.
As a Princess, Komand’r rarely had any responsibilities. With her birthrights passed down to her younger sister, it was Koriand’r that received all of the limelight, while the King’s firstborn, Komand’r, was forced to observe from afar, forever enveloped in her sisters shadow. That all changed the moment the rightful heir Komand’r was officially declared the 50th ruler of Planet Tamaran.
In the Empress’ opinion, society had a screwed up system where nobody could care less about a commoner, but the moment that commoner attains fame; suddenly everybody wants to kiss their derriere.
Komand’r couldn’t deny that becoming Queen was the greatest moment of her life, however, simultaneously, it was the most stressful period of life; that was the moment when it was compulsory to have an agent. “It is necessary,” babbled Lord Tyand’r. “They will help enhance your image and help you appeal to the young generation.” Then the agents hired makeup artists to tamper with her face and wardrobe stylists to tell her how she was supposed to dress. In addition, whether it was Planet Tamaran or the Dante Verse – it did not matter; photographers were all the same. They all told you how you were supposed to pose in order to look ‘sexy’ or ‘hip’.
Rock turned to his left, taking note of Blackfire. Her presence brought a smile to his face. She paid no mind to his big grin, instead, turned to one of the ushers. “Let’s be on our way.”
“Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoooa!” said the 46th participant, turning his head to the left and then straightening it as he made his way over to her with quick, long strides. “Clearly you don’t know who I am, so let me introduce myself.” He bounced his hips up and down twice and then shook his body repeatedly as if he was warming up for a sparring session.
“It’s the Rock!” he directed, thrusting his right hand downwards as if he was slicing thin air.
“It’s the jabroni beating, pie eating, trail blazing, eye brow raising, the best in the present, future and past, and if you dont like me you can kiss the peoples ass!”
Blackfire’s mouth flew open in shock. She had failed to make sense of what he had said, yet she had felt the passion in his voice, witnessed the intensity in his eyes and veins, which had emerged from each side of his baldhead. All of that sent chills all over her body. There was no way of detecting the physical capabilities of this man, but as a speaker, he was more powerful than anyone she had ever witnessed. There was no denying that his vocal skills had a major influence to his rise to prominence.
All Blackfire could do was gaze at him with astonished. He was undoubtable the most intriguing individual she had ever come across.
In response to her widened eyes, The Rock rose his right eyebrow.
Unbeknownst to her, a strand of sweat trickled down the right side of Blackfires face. She tried to move, turn around, but couldn’t move any part of her body. I’m paralysed, she thought. How is this happening to me? How? He is just…a man….so how?
“That’s right, you’re starting to sweat. That’s what The Rock does, The Rock brings the heat.” He smacked the back of his right hand against his left palm. “The rock brings the heat here, The Rock brings the heat to Antarctica, The Rock brings the heat all over the damn universe!” He rose his face towards the ceiling. If you smeeeeelalalalalalalalalalow, what The Rock…” He redirected his face towards her and winked. “Is….cooking,” he finished quietly.
Blackfire’s lips moved but did not have the will to utter a word. This cannot be happening. She tried to speak once again, same result. Im- She tried to move her limps, an arm, a leg, a foot, but the most life from her was the twitching of fingers.
The Rock chuckled. “Don’t worry, The Rock has this effect on everybody, that’s why he’s the great one, the people’s champ, and clearly from the state of your gooorgous body, the most electrifying man in all, in aaaaall of entertainment!”
Not that this behemoth of a guy needed any security, but the one his left whispered something into his eye.
“The Rock’s gotta leave. The people need him, but before I leave…” The Rock stepped closer to her with the utmost swagger of confidence. “Let me leave you with something to think about…” She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, as he got even closer. “On your watyto the Barracks.”
Even if she had the power to, she was unsure whether she would have wanted to stop him from wrapping his bulky arm around her waist, drawing her forward against her will until their bodies touched, arching his face towards hers…
No, she must have wanted this; there was no other explanation for the warm sensation she felt within. Nobody had ever gotten this close to her face before, nobody.
Growing up as a member of Tamaran’s royal family was tougher than anyone could ever imagine. As the King’s daughter, she was never allowed to roam anywhere outside the palace without at least one guard, and even then, she had to deal with the discomfort of being checked on every five minutes or so. When you added that to the fact that Komand’r was an outcast as the only Tamaranean incapable of flying, you ended up with a girl that experienced an abnormal social life.
The Rock gently placed his lips against hers. Her eyes closed immediately, lips motionless as she embraced the feeling of passion for the first time in her life. As they both opened her eyes, The Rock raised his hands, and without taking his eyes off hers, straightened both sides of her hair. Even when he turned around, she still had her attention on him.
“Did you get all of that?” asked a redheaded reporter to the cameraman beside her.
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” replied the cameraman with delight.
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