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.Can you handle ME?

.Lola Star.

P u b l i c S e r v i ce A n n o u n c e m e n t - This is a Public Service annnouncement brought to you in part by Rebecca Rancid. The views and opinions in this roleplay are totally fucked and not necessarily the views of anyone but should NOT be taken lightly. Children should not partake in the reading of this roleplay with laces in their shoes. Reading this roleplay means that your agreeing to lick my cunt. OH...before I go..there's one more thing..don't read this roleplay after taking in drugs. THANKYOU!

Blue eyes, blonde hair and tanned skin completed the ocassional american girl. She had to have those pouty lips, bug eyes and small bump end on her petite nose. The prefered cup size would be C while the perfect shoe size was 6. Every curve, every freckle on her face made her less perfect then she wished to be. She wanted to be dressed in the finest clothes modeled by her favourite celebrities. Which were made by the most creative designers, sewed by the most talented people and sold in the most expensive stores in the biggest mall. But there was definitely someone who caused all this choas. Somebody who almost each one of us looked up to. And there was only one woman all these young women looked towards for inspiration. BARBIE.

Yes Mattel's Barbie invented in 1959, created by Ruth Handler is the biggest role model for modern girls. As every female at the ages of 4-8 have been handed this petite doll, they shall one day grow into her. A blonde woman with bright blue eyes who would stand six feet tall. Her feet were made for walking in heels.

But who am I trying to fool with this prologue? Everybody knows that barbie isn't real nor would any woman be able to fit perfectly into her mold. That's what we've all been made to believe. Lola Star who's real name is Angelica Starrings was dubbed the next live barbie doll. She had everything the average woman wished for and also managed to fit perfectly into the mold barbie had left behind. With the exception of having a closed vagina, Lola Star was born on this earth to be BARBIE and that's exactly what she was. Every woman envied her and every man wanted her as their own but they all knew in the back of their heads that she could never just belong to ONE man. With fame and glory comes misery. Lola was delibritly immitated by almost half the women from in her age range. Just months after Lola made it to hollywood, you'd see a group of blonde haired, blue eyed women who dressed exactly like everyone's favourite fashionesque. Another group of girls named themselves after her. These wannabe's only wanted to hurt Lola but what they didn't realize is that they were only boosting her infamous blonde signature look. They made Lola more famous than she was by stealing her look. That only made Lola known as THE ORIGINAL DOLL. She was a true trend setter. The marilyn monroe of the next generation. Only she would be able to pull such a thing off. Her ego was already being fed by most of the men in the world. She did not need the other women copying her. That wasn't a compliment and she didn't find it flattering at all. LOLA STAR. That was soon going to be a household name. This young blonde bombshell was only blossoming from a true princess to a full fledged QUEEN. Move over Barbie. Lola Star is the new inspiration for all girls out there. WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO BE HER?

Lola was chose PWT as her next resort to prove how worthy she was to herself of course. Almost every human being who interacted with this blonde bomb knew she was true perfection and those lucky enough to touch her felt much more. Every woman on this earth failed in comparison to Lola Star. Their eye's didn't deceive them, their ears were listening as this woman rose to fame. There was surely going to be a lot of talking after the debut of this infamous doll.

At first glance we caught a woman in a blue mini skirt walking the hall of PWT. She was quite the figure. She walked up to one of the locker rooms and knocked on the door then slipping a white envelope underneath. With a satisfied smirk on her face, she left the premises as quickly as she could. The door was later opened by our dear Lola Star. She stood for a minute at the door way and was suddenly joined by a precious little pup who brushed across her bare, tanned legs. He held the envelope in his mouth as he constantly jumped in the air hoping she'd notice.

"Aww.. you precious little princess!" she exclaimed in the most bubblicious voice while reaching down to take what the animal was offering her and then petting it. She sits on her feet which are graced with tackiest pair of pink heels fit for a princess and smiles genuinly. Standing up to her feet she starts to open the envelope. After slowly ripping into the top, being careful enough not to tear the letter apart, she pulls out this pink sheet of paper and opens it out. As she begins reading a smirk grows upon her face and then she begins to read aloud.

"Miss Lola Star,

I would like to welcome you to Professional wrestling today. I just want to say that i've been watching you for quite a while now and I admire you. You've managed to catch my eye quicker than any other woman here and for that I present you with two women as baits this sunday. After you conquer these two imbeciles you shall advance to the next task. Prying the woman's title from the hands of Georgia James. Though getting through these two woman won't be so hard for you to do since the match has a little twist to it. I'm not going to ruin the surprise for you, darling. Don't ask how I got you into the match. Well i'm sure you'll have fun. Good luck though you won't be needing it.

Signed. your secret admirer."

Lola cocks an eyebrow and then tears the letter. She slams the door shut and walks further into the room. Picking up her cell phone she dials a number that is blurred out.

"Yes.. hi.. I'd like to speak with Mr James.. umm okay.. I'll try and get in touch with him later... thank you.. bye."

She pushes a button on her cell phone and places it on her table.

"Well.. this ought to be interesting."

D i s c l a i m e r - The Character Lola Star and the piece of art written above was from the beautiful mind of Melody and is all just fictional.. if these incidents were to happen in real life it's only a complete co-incidence. The layout was made by Original Doll FX(me) only for the use of myself and no one else. The only reason you would steal this layout is if you had a death wish and I bet you don't want to die at such a young age do you? So don't touch it. Also you can't request one like this from someone else because I will come there not only get your ass into deeeeep shit but the sick fuck who made it for you will rot in peices. Don't ask me to make you one because I don't make layouts for anyone but my closest freinds. Bottom line GO FUCK YOURSELF!

.Can you handle ME?

.Lola Star.

The scene opens up in Lola Star's house in god knows where. I'm not dumb enough to give you confidential information like this.. this could be on an island.. or maybe in Japan.. or oops.. right in the middle of California. Enter Lola's rest room where three of the most attractive blondes sit. From where we can see atleast. One of them we know is Lola Star.. the others are still unidentified.

"So like.. who's this Secret Admirer person?" asks a familiar voice. The camera pans to take a good look at one of hollywood's biggest whores. Miss Hilton. Paris not Nikki. She holds the same white fluffy dog on her lap indicating it was her's all along and Lola was only baby sitting. Hmm.. could this be a replacement for tinkerbell?

The camera pans over to everybody's girlfriend. "I'm not sure yet but I hope to find out soon."

"Good.. cuz it's like.. really creeping me out and stuff." says the other tall blonde known as Kimberly Stewart.

"I'm sure everything will be fine." assures Lola who's dressed in only a t-shirt. "I'm going to have to investigate this stalker. Can you guys help?"

"Like, Lola. We're like best friends.. i'd so help you." says Paris flashing her ring in Lola's face. No it's not her engagement ring seeing as she already dumped that greek loser with the same name as her.

"I'm like totally in love with that t-shirt." says Kim staring at Lola's pink baby tee.

"Anyways.." Lola glances at Kim and then at Paris. "Besides that I have a lot of stuff to take care of."

"Like what?" asks Kimberly with a purplexed dumb blonde look her face.

"Her match, you dumbass!" exclaims Paris who nudges Kim with her elbow.

"I'm sorry.. I like.. forgot."

"It's fine. Whatever." Lola sits back in her chair folding her legs up.

"No!" Kim exclaims. "I love wrestling.. it's like my favourite show."

"Yeah right, Kim."

Lola rolls her eyes letting the other two women duke it out. There were much more things to worry about than a small fight between Kim and Paris.

"So who's the unlucky tramp that gets squashed on sunday night?" asks Paris after they seem like they've gotten over the fight.

"Actually it's TWO confused individuals.. Parker Winter and Isabella Monroe or vice versa.. didn't quite get their names." she giggles. "You know when someone's a shitty wrestler and can't come up with an original name that they have to stoop to the level of using their own names."

"That's like so totally true! Except for like.. Paris Hilton. That's like the best name ever."

"Right after Lola Star!" says the one and only jumping out of her seat.

"Right on, biatch!" says kimmy with a pair of dark shades on. "So like.. Are these girls strippers or something like that? Because it's a power in the shower match.. whatever that is. The only thing I get from there is the word shower. So it's like a match in the shower?"

"In the womens locker room shower." she smirks. "Sounds good to me.. another opportunity to show the world my tits. And you know how much they love my nipples."

"Make sure to wear a white bra and a white t-shirt." Paris winks. "You'd be the bomb girl."

"I know, right?" she stands still with a slight smirk on her face.

"Yeah.. that's hot."

"So what about your boyfriend? Is he like going to be there?" asks Kimberly out of the blue.

"What boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend."

"Kimmy!" Paris rolls her eyes. "Lola isn't allowed to have a boyfriend. If you're a flirt.. you don't want to be tied to one man.. that's like not being able to get your feet off the ground. You can't be free to fly girl."

"Ohhh.." Kimberly gives Paris that dumb blonde look while Lola just rolls her eyes. "That's so true."

"Plus.. this is strictly business. I don't want to get business and pleasure all mixed up. Besides.. the men here aren't very attractive anyways. Damien Collins.. are you kidding me?"

"Yeah.. trying to be sexy is like so last year." says Kimberly.

"He tries too hard and that's like.. so not hot!" exclaimes Miss Paris Hilton.

"What about the other men? Are they hot?" questions Kim eagerly waiting for an answer. "Well are they?"

"Hmm.. I'm only trying to think of champions here." says Lola with that sexy look she has on her face when she's trying to think. "There's Seifer who's pretty hot."

"Yeah. You should totally bang him."

"Nah, Seifer doesn't seem like the type who'd go for me.. but i'd see if I can get his attention.. any others in mind?"

"David Van Dam?" asks Paris Hilton. "He like.. holds the tag team titles with Matlock."

"Flatock? Flatcock is here?" she cocks and eyebrow immediately being able to recall beating the shit out of fatlock in BUD. "He's so overrated."

"David Van Dam seems hot." Kimberly chimes in.

"Then why don't you date him?"

"umm.. cuz he's like.. not my boyfriend."

"OOkay." says the sarcastic Lola glancing over at Paris. "Who else?"

"Chris Styles?"

"He has an afro! Or like blonde hair.. he gets plastic surgery quite often and that just... eww. Michael freaking Jackon, anybody?"

"Well then you're not going to like MJ Storms.." says Kimberly out of line as usual.

"I don't care anyways.. I guess there's no perfect guy out there for me. No one able to match my crediblity. And well.. the ones that actually amount to something are already taken. Guess it's my bad luck. But it's just me though. I get all the guys I don't want.. and the guys that I find cute.. I have no chance in hell with them." she shrugs.

"That's like so sad, Lola." says Paris putting her arm around Lola Star.

"Yeah.. I know. It sucks." Kimmy who feels left out comes and hugs Lola and Paris.

"Okay.." Lola breaks out of the hug. "I'm going to have to investigate on this person and train for my match against these sluts."

.The apple of YOUR eye.

.Lola Star.

o0o0o0o

Looks like Isabell managed to get her ass up and do another promo. There's no chance that Parker Monroe was even going to bother showing up so the fight narrowed down to these two women. And as usual.. Isabell assuming she knows everything about Lola.

From what I read she was trapped in an elevator with a priest.. how fitting. And she managed to trash talk Lola in the process.. if you read between the lines she called Lola a 'slut'. Congradulations, Isabell.. you've managed to grasp the fact that she's a skank in less than 2 minutes. But what you didn't manage to grasp was the fact that calling Lola Star a slut was like calling Jenna Jameson a porn star.. facts. The words 'slut', 'skank', 'whore' or any other derogatory term was merely a compliment to the blonde beauty. It was nothing more than a bump to her ego. So Isabell.. stop with the slut comments because they're only having a positive affect on Lola and that's not good for you.

There comes a point and time in everyone's life where they have major cunt chasing after them. Someone out to ruin their careers.. even before it begun. But this is not what everyone percieved it to be.. It was somewhat different. Something that didn't bother Lola all that much.

Cut to the inside of a gym. Where the girls are now at.. not training. See.. Lola doesn't need to train for her match against some ex-hooker. What's Isabell going to do? Show Lola her tits to win the match? No no.. Isabell was a 'respectful' woman. She was no stripper.. but she wasn't no virginal nun either and Lola was going to prove it. Lola and a few of her celebrity friends like Paris Hilton and Kimberly Stewart were hanging out at the gym only because they wanted to see all the hot men work out. I guess that was meant to boost Lola's spirits up too if you know what I mean.

"Like.. I watched that Isabel girl's promo and it was so stupid." says Kimbery who just got back with coffee.

"Yeah I managed to catch that one too. Who does Isabell Summers think she is?" asks Lola grabbing her coffee away from Kimmy's hands.

"Uhh.. Lola.. it's Isabell Winters." corrects Paris.

"Potato.. potato. Not my problem what her season is. She's just another clone fresh out of the water and i'm going to crack her bones to get me far here."

"She even mentioned something about that Georgia chick.." says kimmy as she sits on Lola's right side. "Is that supposed to be any good?"

"Why would she mention Georgia? It's not like she's even going to get to that match." Lola scoffs. "There's a vast difference between a wannabe slut and me."

"She told you to go stand on a street corner!" Paris exclaims.

"Why should I? I've come much further than standing on a street corner and I don't intend on going back there. I'm already loaded with cash.. while she on the other hand has absolutely no experience in wrestling let alone experience in the shower."

"I know right!" Kimerly shouts out of nowhere.

"She's like.. fat. She weights 125 pounds and she's only 5'6. Definitely fat." says Paris with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah and come sunday night i'm going to slap the cellulite out of her ass."

"She's like a moron." says kimmy. "She tries so hard to be beautiful but she looks really retarded."

"I bet if we both stood on a street corner i'd get picked up first." Lola winks. "It's not my fault guys like me better."

"I know right!" kimmy laughs. "She's like a total loser.."

"I'd steal her boyfriend." says Paris.

"That's like.. Ashlee Simpson's line but.. I bet she doesn't even have one." Kimmy joins in the mocking. "She's probably still a virgin."

"Well.. lets not be so hard on her now." Lola calms the girls down. It looks like she's the more reasonable one out of the three. "I mean.. she must have tried to have sex but accidently killed the men."

"Yeah.. she's so fat. It's like when she gets on top of them they die."

"She's probably lying about her weight. A girl would never tell how much she weights.. it's probably a ton." Kimmy laughs

"And she probably hides it with all those corsets and shit."

"Whatever.. I'm going to beat her ass anyways. She's only a minor. And she doesn't even realize that. Though I agree with her on one thing. The PWT womens roster is shit.. but now that i'm here things are going to change in favor of ME." she flashes that million dollar smirk and then flicks her platinum locks.

"Yes they are." says Paris. "So like.. what do you want to do? This is kinda boring."

"Oh I know!" Kimmy exclaims and the two of them already know what's coming. "LETS GO SHOPPING!"

"Yes!" Lola cheers Kim on. "That'll make me feel better."

"Good.. lets get out of this place as soon as we can." says Paris getting to her feet at once.

The girls have hit the streets and left the gym. All three of them have the signature dark shades on as they walk in and out of stores with tons of shoping bags in their hands.

"I think this top is cute. Do you think this top is cute?" asks Kimberly Stewart as she waves a baby blue top in Paris Hilton's face.

"Umm.. whatever!"

"Guy's i'm going to go try these on, okay?" Lola shouts out as she walks past the girls and into the stalls. Paris and Kim just nod and continue to browse through the most expensive clothes there are. She hangs the clothes up and begins to take her top off revealing a black and pink bra. As she's about to try something on her cell phone ring. Lola smiles. Now who might that be? she wonders. Maybe it's Jenna Jameson calling to tell her what happened two night ago or maybe Lindsay Lohan calling to tell her which new guy she's whoring herself out with. Neverthless, she answers.

"Hello.." in her sweetest voice.

"Hi Lola.. It's me." you can hear a scratchy tone from the other end. Of course we know it's a man's voice.

"Umm.. who?" she says giggling a bit for maybe it's one of the boy toys.

"Did you get the letter I sent you?"

"What letter?" she looks confused but it suddenly hits her. "Oh.. so you're my secret admirer?"

"Yes my darling.. I just wanted to call and see how shopping went."

"Oh it's going great. I just found these cute, new pair of jeans I like..." she stops in her tracks. "Wait.. how the hell do you know i'm shopping?"

"Look at the security camera behind you."

She spins around upon hearing these words and screams pulling something over her chest and dropping the phone down. You could hear the perverted laughter coming from the other end of the phone line and then it suddenly dies.

.The apple of YOUR eye.

.Lola Star.

"Oh my god!" both Paris and Kimberly exclaim upon looking at the horror that is Lola Star. Her hair is in a mess, Mascara running down her cheeks and her lip stick smeared.

"You look like you've just fucked." says Kimbery and that only calls for Paris to smack the back of her head. "Whattt?" Kimberly frowns rubbing her head.

"What the hell happened to you?" asks Paris who has now diverted her attention towards Lola. "How did.. how did you get this way?"

Lola is speechless for a second and then looks down at her ripped t-shirt exposing her bra and tons of clevage and then back at them. "Some pervert was watching me take my clothes off."

"So?" asks Kimmy. "Who hasn't seen your tits?" Paris smacks Kim's head once again.

"I know.. I was just fucking the manager." she says walking past both the girls who now have their eyebrows raised. "He told me he liked my breasts." she shrugs rubbing her right nipple.

"Okay.. what else happened?" Paris is still serious about the whole screaming.

"Oh.. the stalker called. He was watching me take my clothes off.." she whispers. "He saw my bra."

"Well.. I can see it right now.. and so can the rest of the world.. what's the big deal about that?"

"I didn't want him to see my bra. It was scary. Guys coming on to me when i'm usually the one giving them a lap dance or trying to seduce them.. speaking of which.."

"Seifer mentioned us!" Kimmy exclaims followed by a loud scream.

"No.. he mentioned ME!" she winks. "Like OH MY GAWD! He knows I exist!"

"That's like so hot. He's like.. the hottest."

"I know right!" she flips her hair behind her shoulder. "And he like.. knows I exist."

The girls start to giggle for about a few seconds and then the mood is serious once again.

"So what about that stalker?" Paris suddenly questions out of the blue.

"He called my cell phone.."

"So atleast we know it's a he.. did you manage to catch anything else?" she cocks an eyebrow. "Like who exactly he might be?"

"No.. he just asked me about shopping and I was all.. how do you know i'm shopping and then he said he could see me.. through the security camera!" she shouts.

"Maybe he's a security guard."

"Or mabye he's just a pervert with access to the internet." Paris corrects.

"How many of those are there?" Lola rolls her eyes. "Which brings me to.. how the fuck did he get my number?"

"Umm.. there's like phone books and stuff."

"But my cell phone number is not on it you idiot!"

"Hmm.. Remember when Paris Hilton's sidekick was hacked?" Kimmy smirks.

Lola just slams her hand on her head and rolls her eyes. "Thanks Paris."

"Don't mention it." Paris grins.

"Anyways.. That was really weird." Lola takes a seat on one of the chairs resting outside the stalls. "I've never done something like that before. I mean.. it's cool I have a stalker and everything but I wonder what he wants."

"Maybe he wants to fuck you."

"I don't think he wants that.. well. Everyone does but it's not that hard to. Why would he want to stalk me when he could just come face to face with me and ask me for a little favor?" she winks. "Unless well.. he's ugly or overrated." Lola shrugs.

"Maybe he wants to marry you."

"Impossible to do.. and again I doubt it. Maybe it has something to do with my match you know. Why else does he write about my opponents and match type? It's only.."

"Hey what's that?" Paris points at a white sheet of paper under Lola's chair.

She bends over and picks it up. "It looks like a.. note."

"Who's it for?!!?" Kimmy jumps behind Lola and peeks over her shoulder.

Lola opens the note and begins to read. "It's for me." she says in almost what seems like a whisper.

"Read it out loud!" Paris says leaning on Lola's lap who begins to read the note.

"Lola.. Meet me at the ************* I have something special for you. Trust me. You're not going to want to miss this. It's a one time opportunity and you may NEVER get it again. It's very revelant to your match.

S3X

PS. I'm sorry about peeking on you in the change rooms." Lola finishes looking from Paris to Kimberly to say something.

"Well that's interesting.." says Kimmy standing up straight. "He has something useful."

"How would I know it's not a trick?" she arches an eyebrow and gets off the chair. "Maybe he's just trying to lure me into his trap. Who knows? He might just hold me captive once i'm then and then I wouldn't be able to show for my match. Maybe he is a pervert and wants me all to himself!" she circles both Paris and Kimberly now in a dissappointed mood.

"Well.. he goes by the name S3X now. Fucking pervert!"

"I don't know.. but should we go?"

"WE!?!?" Kimmy interrupts. "Oh no we're not going! It's you all alone. What if he's trying to kill you and he kills us in the process."

"We're not going to get killed."

"DAMN right we're not. Look guys.. I have a plan and I really need to face this man.. I'm not letting him fuck with my mind anymore.. not that he was but he's starting to be a little pain and I want to get rid of him as soon as I can. C'mon guys.. trust me on this."

The scene ends in silence as they girls just exchange glances. What's next? hmm

.The apple of YOUR eye.

.Lola Star.

The door is swung open and the camera men make their way through a very messy room. Almost everything in sight is pink. A hairbrush, a shoe, a pink bag and many other accessories that would belong to a princess scattered around the room. There's a chair in the middle of the room.. dead centre. And on top of that chair is the queen herself.. Miss Lola Star. Feel dirty yet? You should be for Lola's wearing only a robe. A pink, transparent robe. And under the robe, what seems visible to the eye is her lingere. But what's more visible to the eye of a man are her breasts. We know all the men in pwt are dying to get their hands those two precious things but there's only a few able to pull such a thing off. Her legs are placed upon the chair showing off her black heels which match her lingere. There is a tiara placed upon her head for she is a princess in her own right. And ofcourse.. how could we forget. Her priceless smirk.

"What has the world come to Isabell? The world has come to me.. it's placed at my feet at this very moment. America is begging me to give them something to do with their lives.. and that is for every teenage girl to copy me. And no it's not just America. It's japan, France, England my hometown, Germany and many more countries. Possibly all of them. Each and everyone wants to see what's going on in my life."

She has that cocky smirk on her face.. one that nobody would be able to wipe off.

"I'm so darn interesting. Whether they like it or not.. everybody has their attention on ME. Why not? And your reaction to that is just JEALOUSY. Admit it, sweetheart. You're jealous of me. You long for what I have. True beauty. Blonde hair, blue eyes and lips that were designed to suck the juices out of a man. But unfortunately you can't have them. Hence you resolve to pathetic kindergarten insults to use against me."

Lola giggles.

"Oh look at her she's a slut!" lola mocks. "How is that going to help you in this match? The word slut is so irrevelant to use against me if you were looking to hurt my feelings. In fact.. I have the word slut tattoo'd on my left tit since i've been refered to that most of my life. Almost every man i've met has called me that and it only turns me on when they do. Somehow.. I used to enjoy sucking any random joe's cock for a couple of bucks. I love sex.. long hours of sex. And everything just plain dirty. I'm sure you're already disgusted. And i'm glad you are.. for as much as you disapprove of me talking about me and my sex life.. it still makes your pussy wet. But you're a woman of so called 'class' and you refuse to admit it. Who cares, isabell? Whether you'd like to admit or not.. i'm still the better bitch in bed... and every other place desirable. Look into my blue eyes. What do you see? Perfection. The woman you want to be. The woman every other one of her kind envies. I'm the apple of your eye. See how quickly the men notice me? Unlike you Miss Winters.. i've already captured the attention of two incredibly hot men.. well one incredibly hot man and another man with an afro.. regardless why.. it's only because they find me attractive. They want to talk to me.. want to get to know me better so that one day they might be able to romance me. But truth be told.. I don't think any man has that much power to bring me down to my knees and manage to hold me there for the rest of our lives. I'm only 22, yet the amount of men i've had sexual intercourse with wouldn't even double that. Selling my body is very fruitful to me. It gives me pleasures a woman would get drunk on. I'm not easy to please." she winks.

"Why do I have celebrity friends? Simply because i'm famous. I'm Lola Star.. Chris Style remembers me from somewhere else. Chris.. remember your girlfriend tonka thomas? Remember how I whooped her's, matlock's and some other fag hag's ass all around the ring at once? I'm rich.. i'm famous and i'm very beautiful. What else do I need? To prove myself as a wrestler. I haven't slept my way up, sweetheart. I'm as new to this place as you are.. and unlike you.. I didn't have to sleep with anyone to get a contract in PWT." Lola covers her face. "Whoopsie. Was I not supposed to say that out loud?"

She adjusts her robe by undoing a few buttons to reveal her black bra even more.

"Which brings me to one thing. How did YOU get a contract in PWT, tutz? You don't seem to have much experience in the ring. Or atleast from what I can tell.. you're not in shape." she smiles.

"But enough with that.. i've had some speculations about how you got a contract here. And well.. I was rather shocked.. your performance.. I was so taken away by it.. yet it seemed so degrading especially for a women of your type.. or atleast the type of woman you bring yourself to be." DUN DUN DUN!

"You see.. i've got myself a little proof. Proof in the sex tape." she pauses and a huge smirks appears on her face. Suddenly she feels her phone vibrating next to her foot and answers it seeing Paris Hilton's name on the id.

"Yes Paris? No i'm not showing your sex tape.. don't worry about it... ookay.. i'm in the middle of cutting a promo as you can already see.. well goodbye."

She throws the phone aside.

"Well.. without further ado.. I would like to make a little proposition to you. I have something that could ruin you Isabell.. and I won't hestitate to show it to the world.. so tell you what. After I win my match today. I shall decide whether I want to show this tape or not. You want it? Come get it from me.. hmm lets see.. if YOU beat me. I promise to destroy the tape.. but if you don't.. only time will tell. See you in the shower, Isabell."

Lola winks as she waves the tape in the air and the scene fades to black.

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