As Filibin Scones awaits his match in relative peacefulness, but mostly a constant state of self-love, we must take a moment and wonder. What's with him?

He seems like a regular guy... You wouldn't even pay attention to him on your daily stroll. But then he starts combing his hair. Clumps of oily gel thrown around haphazardly in a 20 meter radius with each swift stroke of the hand.
That gel hits you and makes you angry. Then you get your first glimpse at his presence.
The combover fails to cover up the shine of his empty mountain peak. It amuses you, wiping away the gel-laden anger.
You gaze moves downward.
The admittedly cool shades do draw your interest momentarily, enough to push your gaze even lower.
Then it goes downhill. A shabby-looking studded leather jacket covered with patches of dried up gel or glittering oiliness. Tight leather pants that should never be worn by a man like that. And crocodile leather boots that tap to a rhythm that isn't at all catchy or occasionally flings some of the dripping goo far away beyond the usual danger zone.
He's kind of disgusting really, when you think about it.

But you do think about it. And you look more closely. You notice the sway of his hips is like a pendulum. It draws you in. Takes away your sense. Makes you want to follow the motion. And your body starts to. A little tap. A bit of shifting from foot to foot Tiny little nods of your own. You kind of get it now, the style and the rhythm he oozes.
Then he thrusts once and you're back. He thrusts twice and you realize what happened. Can't believe it, but it happened. You were influenced by his enormous self-confidence. It made you feel full of both desire and shame. Desire of being like him, having that kind of belief in oneself. And shame because how could all of that even be that great?
Unknowingly, an obsession forms.
You want him. Like many others before you, you don't know why, but you gotta have him.
You wave away the thought. Too weird, no reason at all to even think like that. Right?

But then he notices you staring. He pauses his routine, smiles knowingly, lowers his shades slightly and before you even capture the unnatural colours in his eyes, he gives you a baudy wink. That's it. You're done.
For whatever reason you might end conjuring up, you will have that man in your grasp. Love him, kill him, experiment on him etc. You don't know, but he will be yours to do as willed.

But, let's stop for a moment and think about it. Living up until now, he obviously met and was taken away by many before you, many, many times. Yet here he still stands. And none of his former admirers are.. around. Why?
Well, maybe they still are.. around. Or maybe there's something about Filibin Scones that should give you pause on approaching him carelessly.
Too bad it's too late for that now, isn't it?

(Note: The something i thought of was a bit of luck as in fairy's luck and copious amounts of slippery hair gel, in case that wasn't obvious. But we'll see what happens in the fight, because this was an impromptu creation and i'm not that good a creator.)