xox./ Lola LUSTS you.

*Another Dissappointment? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After last week's quick victory, Lola was much dissappointed in her opponent for his poor performance. He was so bad, the man wasn't able to bring himself to the ring to even attempt to defeat the lucious goddess that Lola Star is. Surely, he must have his own excuses but they don't concern Lola at this point because her priorities lie elsewhere this week. First and foremost, she would like to defeat the opponent she is placed against n this match and secondly, there was a certain love interest lurking around for Lola. He loved her, just like any other man did and he wanted a part of her, or so she thought. The scene commences inside a hair salon, probably where the woman with all the flavour style Lola Star's platinum blonde locks in attempts to make her look like the hollywood starlet she is. There are plenty of woman just hanging around or getting their hair done while browsing through magazine's, while the others sit at tables filled with hair products to customize the hair any woman lucky enough to enter that shop. This wasn't just any hair salon in Manhattan but one of the most expensive and exclusive beauty shops to ever exist and only the creme de la creme was allowed to set foot into it. Obviously, they welcomed Lola with open arms. The door is pushed open creating some sort of illusion in the doorway that sets a bright blinding light in the store. The silhouette of a slender woman stands on the line that seperates this prestigious and daring beauty salon from the bland outside world that envelopes us all and tries to mold us into their BORING carbon copies to fit the norms of society today. The woman advances towards the mirrors and the door automatically slams shut. εïз·Lola Star | Jerry, this is an emergency! Why it's none other than Lola Star, the over dramatic hollywood princess who seems to be sulking, possibly over something very minor. A man wearing tight pants and a designer shirt, probably a nancy boy approaches Lola grabbing hold of her elbows before she collapses on the floor. εïз·Jerry | Lola darling, what is it this time? εïз·Lola Star | My hair is flat.. so flat! I can't take it anymore. I think I'm going to have to hire a personal umbrella person whatevers. So you know, they can hold an umbrella over my head so that the sunlight doesn't affect me. It keeps disintegrating the fine fabric on my clothes, the sheer color of my hair is fading and my skin.. well my skin is as good as new because yesterday I got a facial Pamela Anderson style. Every woman present in the store shoots Lola an awkward glance but she just rolls her eyes. εïз·Lola Star | Not that kind, you idiots. Anyways, I think the toxic waste or pollution or air that every reject out there breathes is making my hair this way. It's so plain! Please Jerry, I need you. I need you so much right now. She places her hands on his shoulders and pouts. εïз·Jerry | Don't you worry, Lola. I'm here for you all the way through. He wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up. εïз·Jerry | Clear the way, girls. The STAR is here. Obviously the most posh table is reserved for Lola. She sighs after he places her on the chair and stares at her dissappointing hair in the mirror. εïз·Lola Star | Maybe it's the rain. Jerry picks up her hair with a brand new pink brush, after letting go it falls flat again. εïз·Jerry | No worries, Lola. After I get done with you, nothing is going to do anything to keep you from having the best hair in hollywood. Ask Paris Hilton, she wishes her hair was as beautiful as yours. That frown still seems to hold it's place on Lola's face as there's something else that bothers her and knowing Lola, she never shuts up about her problems. εïз·Lola Star | Well, it better stay in shape when I'm at power struggle this week. I'm facing some big shot by the name of Taiokaion. Some douchebag with a weird name who probably lives a secret life as a pedophile. No wonder he's not famous in Italy. Jerry raises his eyebrows even though his eyes are focuses on the main target to work his magic in; Lola's hair. εïз·Jerry | Why is he famous everywhere but Italy? Lola shrugs and then shudders after realizing what this insufferable man must have done. εïз·Lola Star | Maybe he's like Marilyn Manson, only more hideous that they have to hide the children from him. And you know, they really don't believe in gothic devil worshipers over there. How repellent must he have been? I guess I know how it must feel to be different in a world full of clones, but even I wouldn't go through such extreme's. Fumbling with a hair clip that was lying in front of her about two seconds ago she also wears a hideous grimace on her face just wondering what this 'Taiokaion' even looks like. Suddenly her face brightens up. εïз·Lola Star | Maybe they just kicked him out because his penis was too small. You know, size does matter! Whoever the fuck this guy is, he's going to be in for a surprise once he shows up on Power Struggle. Unless of course, he chickens out last minute and doesn't show his face or stumbles upon something or someone who beats the shit out of him before I do. Tossing the hair clip to the side she picks up her cell phone and immediately calls Paris Hilton. No, she does not have Paris Hilton on speed dial because her stylist took Paris's place. Why is that relevant? I don't know. εïз·Lola Star | Paris! I need a favour, peaches. I need you to look up Taiokaion for me and give me some kind of information about him so I can get better insults.. Tai-o-kaion.. No. How much does he weigh? Only a hundred and fifty eight pounds? He's shorter than me, that's ridiculous. And he assumes he can beat me? If I were him, I wouldn't have shown my face in the first place but he seems to be doing a good job at it. Okay, he's just another generic wrestler who's doesn't even qualify as worthy enough for me to give a fuck about. Surely, if he does show his face on Power Struggle, I'll crush him easily. Thank you, baby. Goodbye. Lola hands her cell phone to Jerry. εïз·Jerry | Paris, are you taking good care of that fake black wig I gave you? Whatever you do don't let anyone relieve themselves in it. Thanks for being a doll! Goodbye. Both Lola and Jerry laugh like girly girls as he hangs up the phone. εïз·Lola Star | She got owned. εïз·Jerry | Badly. The scene fades to black as Jerry continues to doll Lola up, but we really don't need to see that because we're not as boring as she thinks we are.

xox/Cherie [c] 2006: by stealing this layout, you're only further proving my point that you want to be ME.