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"From childhood sweetheart to Hollywood bad boy?" questioned the glamorous presenter, as she looked seriously into the camera.
"The child of famous actress Dolce Larson and director Travis Armstrong has quite a change of personality lately," comments the male presenter, sharing a smirk with his female counterpart.
"Indeed, Roy," she says with a smile. "After finishing shooting his latest movie, Julian Larson was seen speeding off on a large motorcycle. Our reporters followed him to the popular Skyline bar."
The picture of the two well dressed presenters left the screen to be replaced with grainy pictures that had obviously been taken with a cell phone. They showed the famous actor in compromising positions with many different people, both male and female alike.
"Later that evening, the actor was spotted roaring off with an unidentified woman on the back."
"This follows a larger amount of inappropriate conduct for someone of his influence. Just last week, Mr. Larson was seen fighting with his fellow cast mate. The argument was quickly broken up by a crew member, but not before Julian received a split lip."
Pictures were now flashing of Julian with blood leaking down from a puffy bottom lip. The shot changed back to the bright studio.
The woman turned to her fellow presenter, and gave a sigh.
"I have no clue what's he's doing Roy, do you?"
"Not at all, but if he's not careful he's going to be in big trouble soon!" The man warned with a cheerful wink.
"Now, on to other new, the baby of…"
The screen suddenly flickered off.
On the other side of the room, sat a tall blonde man, staring furiously into the blank monitor.
"What the fuck, Jules?" he muttered, running a hand haphazardly through his hair.