The Amazing Adventures of Super Paris (1)

More great work! Thanks for sharing these fun Super Paris vignettes.

thanks for sharing your great super-paris storyline i enjoyed reading it

dave

Thanks, guys. One more post should wrap this up. Then it's back to "The Supergirl of Smallville."

Hello,
I really like what you did of Paris, a selfish-egocentric-unstoppable bitch...
Precisely what you'd get when SHE had that kind of power !

What about turning her progressively into an all powerfull goddess. Which can mold the reality to her tastes.
Which could be, like, very... interesting tastes, no?

The Amazing Super Paris

in:

"The Golden Rule"

The planning was concluded, and all that remained was the execution phase. A dozen of the world’s top criminal minds had gathered together on the eve of their soon-to-be historic crime. Seated around a mahogany conference table, they raised glasses of champagne, in a show of complete confidence.

“Ladies and gentlemen, a toast to what will be the most talked about heist in history” the ringleader said.

As his colleagues downed their drinks, he continued, “By this time tomorrow, the entire gold inventory of Fort Knox will be ours!”

Applause greeted his bold proclamation, but before anybody could bask in the genius of their planning, one of the conspirators pointed toward a wall-mounted flat screen television.

“Look up there!”, he cried in dismay...

As had become customary, hundreds of video cameras transmitted Super Paris’s image all over the world. The blonde socialite was always big news, but in the months following her incredible transformation, her every move was the top story of each hour of the day.

And that was just how she liked it!

Currently, Super Paris was being broadcast while hovering a few hundred feet above Fort Knox. Dressed in a bikini made from supple strands of pure platinum (cost: $32.5 million and designed exclusively for Super Paris by Victoria’s Secret), she gazed down upon the gold depository with her trademark smirk. The precious metal hidden below was barely a drop in the bucket of her ever burgeoning wealth, but never-the-less, Super Paris wanted it.

Without warning, twin lasers of red heat beamed from the goddess’s eyes, and torn into ground surrounding the massive vault. The intense flame sliced through top soil and bedrock with equal ease, and in less than a minute Super Paris had cut a perfect square around the fortified building.

Days earlier, she may have plunged into the ground, and lifted the prize with her bare hands, but now the uber woman had a different plan. Still smirking, Super Paris concentrated on the massive vault, while imagining it floating skyward. Miraculously, the earth began to shake, before seconds later, Fort Knox rose into the air.

Success! Super Paris thought to herself. Now her mental powers were nearly the equal of her unlimited physical strength. Another step toward godhood...

...the smirk grew just a bit more smug.

With one hand resting casually on her shapely hip, Paris raised her free hand in an upward motion. In response, the levitating Fort Knox rose higher into the sky.
Moments later, the army arrived on the scene. If anything was learned in the last weeks, it was obvious that mere bullets were inconsequential to Paris Hilton, yet the soldiers still opened fire. Turning her blue eyes toward the impotent little men, the stunning blonde spoke a single word.

“Kneel”

Everybody hearing Super Paris’s command stopped whatever they were doing, and instantly fell to their knees.

Easily able to control these people, while still mentally lifting Fort Knox, the blonde added, “Bow”

Again they obeyed.

Finally, Super Paris forced the gold depositary to rest lightly on her upturned pinky. With thousands upon thousands of tons balanced on the dainty digit, she looked down at her slaves triumphantly.

“Now say thank you for taking the gold”, Super Paris sneered.

“Thank you for taking our gold”, they replied as one.

Satisfied, Paris let out a proud, condescending giggle, before blasting off with her prize.

Next issue: Super Paris...saves the world?

The picture that inspired the last story...

Another awesome vignette, Mr. B! The story and the picture inspired me to write a follow-up ...

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Moments later, Paris was hurtling across the Atlantic Ocean at supersonic speed, using her newly acquired telekinetic power to pull Fort Knox -- and all its gold -- behind her. The speed of her flight whipped the air into gale-force winds and churned the ocean into frothy mountains. Far below her, an ocean liner plunged and rolled, helpless as a bathtub toy in the turbulent seas. Paris smirked as the terrified cries of passengers and crews reached her ears through the howl of the wind and the crash of the waves.

Her north-easterly course soon brought her to the crater of an extinct volcano on the coast of Iceland. She hovered high above its rim, sublimely indifferent to the arctic winds that blasted against her bikini-clad body, and drew the fort closer with the power of her mind. At her mental command, the great doors swung open and a stream of gold ingots flew out.

On and on they poured from the vaults, thicker and faster, their path carrying them directly over the crater -- where they melted instantly in the beams of Paris's heat vision. Slowly but steadily, a lake of molten gold began to fill the crater, casting a refulgent glow into the northern sky.

Within minutes, the last few ingots had trickled out of the fort and dropped hissing into the crater. Stripped of its bullion, the great depository was now but an empty shell. Paris laid the palm of her hand against its massive granite wall and sent it flying over the North Sea with a mere shove. It soared tumbling high over the Faroe Islands and fell with an enormous splash into the deep frigid waters off the coast of Norway.

Paris watched complacently with her super-vision as fishing vessels bobbed precariously on the great swells that the fort's plunge had set in motion. Suddenly she was aware of the sound of a motor behind her. She turned round. A news helicopter was hovering at a cautious distance; reporters were leaning from its windows, jostling with one another as camcorders whirred on their shoulders.

She nodded condescendingly. Television reporters held an enviable position in Paris Hilton's new world order: Whereas most of the world's populace lived in terror of the uber-debutante's whims, newsmen were allowed to go about their business unmolested ... as long as they reported her doings with the proper adulation.

Smiling at the cameras, Paris placed her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. The ring holding the cups of her bikini top together burst open, and the platinum brassiere slid off her breasts and dropped into the lake of molten gold. Paris shrugged. She was getting tired of that bikini, anyway -- she'd had it for nearly an hour.

The next moment, she stood naked in the freezing wind, dangling the bikini bottom from the tip of an outstretched finger. She tossed it lightly toward the cameras, giggling as one of the reporters nearly fell out of the helicopter in his eagerness to grab it. She wondered fleetingly what he was going to do with it. Keep it? Sell it on eBay? Not that she cared one way or another ...

Slowly, she stretched her arms up over her head. Arching backward, she allowed gravity to draw her, faster and faster, toward the crater below. The helicopter descended after her as she executed a flawless two-and-a-half gainer and slid beneath the surface of the gleaming lake. A long, tantalizing moment went by ... and then Super Paris burst upward, like the goddess Aphrodite from the waves ...

"Wheee!" She fell back into the lake, splashing gleefully, scooping up handfuls of molten gold and letting it trickle through her fingers, then swimming dolphin-like round the crater. Lying on her back, she blew a playful kiss toward the helicopter.

It's good to be me!

Excellent addition! Always eager to see your perspective on Super Paris.

Back at ya, Mr. B! Your "Super Paris" vignettes are so much fun I can't resist joining in.

A new job has been keeping me pretty busy these last few weeks, but maybe I can take advantage of the three-day weekend to finish that origin story (in between ALCS games, of course).

Go Sox!!!

"Go Sox"?!

And here I thought you were a pretty good guy. Here's to a Rays and Philly Series. I'm sure Super Paris would agree...

Well, yeah -- she's evil.

Here's to a Rays and Philly Series.

Well, you're getting your wish. As a Boston fan, I'm heartbroken, but the Rays have had a great season. Congratulations to the Tampa Bay fans on the forum!

Wow you 2 are writing it great.Seriously good stuff here.Everybody should see this.

hi
any change of see more adventures of super paris

dave

Well, my "origin story" needs closure. Maybe this summer.

everyone check 2 the clip out from link and see paris beat one giu throw another 50ft like he nothing before about stamp on first guy in heels talk about evil superparis the closed we see 2 it here

www.runboard.com/boldiesbutgoodies.f15.t15574

superparis clip

rapidshare.com/files/291156943/sup08.00.avi

Looks like somebody made my fantasy come true! Paris was born to be in that outfit...



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