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She begun walking up the three steps that led to the door. After ringing the door bell, Paris waited outside for a while. Nobody answered so she rung again. She waited a few more seconds and was about to push that annoying little button again when she heard someone crying. It was coming from the inside but she didn't know who it was. It sounded like a puppy dog whinning. Well.. must have been tinkerbell crying about not getting any food. Oh my god.. Lola must be torturing him! Paris pushes the door open.. okay so it was open after all. She takes a few quick glances around the living room. No no.. it's coming from upstairs. Paris rushes upstairs yelling.

"Tinkerbell! Tinkerbell are you.." she pushes the door to Lola's bedroom open and then.. "okay.."

Inside the bedroom she sees Lola holding a few crumpled tissues in her hand. Her make up running, and her hair somewhat messy. She looks at Jenna Jameson who's trying to comfort Lola and then at the wall they're both staring at.

On that wall is a huge poster of the female wrestler Lola Star and in bright red spray paint the words "Death to Lola" written below. There are many other words.. inappropriate words that Lola wouldn't like me to mention right now. So I won't discuss it.

"Oh.. my.. god." says Paris still staring at the poster. "Who.. who did this?" she spins around looking at Lola who begins to cry hysterically.

"We don't know." Jenna answers in place of her friend. "But whoever did it... really hurt her."

"Fuck.." says Paris rolling her eyes. "I think it was Georgia James.. that jealous bitch." she runs over to Lola.

"I don't know.." Lola dabs the tears off her face with the tissues in her hand. "Maybe." she shrugs.

"Why on earth would that skank ever do something like this?" Jenna clenches her fist. "I wish I could pound on her head with my fist right now."

"Me too." says Paris who then looks towards Lola. "Don't worry about her. She's just a jealous bitch.. I don't know what she's trying to accomplish here.. but it definitely isn't working."

Jenna slaps Paris's wrist. "Look around you Paris!" she shouts. "She wanted to kill Lola's mood.. and look at her now. How is she going to face Georgia like this? It's sad really.."

"Shut up, you bitch! She didn't want that.." Paris is about to pounce on Jenna when suddenly Lola screams.

"Enough!" she jumps up from the bed in just her sleepwear. "I don't know who did this for sure... but why would they? Why? I didn't ask for this.. I don't want to be the centre of everyone's attention. But I can't help it.. my body.. my personality. It's just who I am.. an attention seeking jezebel. Now I don't know who would wish death upon me. But it's certainly not going to happen.. Nobody's going to kill me." she starts sniffling knowing what's coming. "I don't want to die!"

Jenna jumps up and holds Lola tightly in her arms. She begins kissing Lola's head as the young blonde continues to burst into tears.

"Take care of her." Paris says to Jenna who nods. "And i'll take care of this business." Paris walks out of her room at once.

Jenna turns around to look at Lola and smiles at her. "Don't worry Lolita.. I'm never leaving you."

"Promise you'll stay here?" she says with a pout on her lips. "I don't know what's going to happen next.. and I.."

Out of the blue you hear Lola's cell phone going off. She picks the phone from the ground and checks to see who's calling her but there's no name. She hesitates but then opens it stopping the pussycat dolls theme music that's her ring tone.

"Hello.."

"Hi Lola.."

"Who is this?" there is a lot of cracking in her voice already.

"Do you remember me?.. you're 'stalker'." he teases and then begins to chuckle.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!??" she shouts.

"I helped you win that match, darling.. that wasn't the end of us. Oh no.. we'll be seeing a LOT more of each other.. or more realistically.. i'll be seeing a lot more of you.. to tell you the truth.. I'm really enjoying what I see right now. Just you in your little clothes.. though yesterday was a little more fun. I just love your firm nipples, babe. I'd love to suc.."

Lola hangs up the phone and starts searching for something around the room.

"What happened?" Jenna looks confused.

The phone starts to ring again and Lola holds it up to Jenna looking away with a sad expression on her face.

Jenna takes the phone from Lola and answers.

"Hello.."

"Hi.. may I speak to Lola please?" asks a female voice from the other end of the phone. The voice is somewhat recognizable but Jenna just can't seem to place her finger on it.

"Um.. who is this?"

"I'm Maria.. Lola's doctor.. I just needed to call her up and ask if she's coming over next month for the piercing.."

"okay.. she's right here.. talk to her." says Jenna looking over at Lola and then holding the phone up to her. "It's your doctor" she whispers and Lola takes the phone.

"Hi." she says this time with a slight smile on her face.

"I would like to suck on your nipples." a dirty laughter is heard from the other end of the phone.

Lola screams and then throws the phone away. She jumps into her bed and begins crying hysterically once more.

"What the hell..?" Jenna sits up on the bed. "Lola.. what happened?" she asks pulling at Lola's leg. "What happened!?!"

"It was him!" she screams.

"Him who? That was your doctor.."

"No it wasn't.. it was my stalker." she pauses for a moment. "The cameras.. there are cameras around my fucking house!! He's watching my EVERY move.. he can see me taking a shower than then taking my clothes off and putting them on.. he sees everything I do.. he's a perverted asshole! and he's watching me!"

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Perverted wasn't he? Watching her every move. How sad was this? Lola was being violated in every way you could think of. How was she going to get this 'stalker' off her back?

"You can't get rid of me, Lola." he would say on her answering machine.

All her phones continuously rang that day. She was watched for the entire day.. crying, doing whatever else she had to do. No matter what Lola did she wouldn't be able to get rid of her stalker. But jenna found something that day. She found a hidden camera in Lola's room. It was burried into the mud and the top, hidden behind the flowers. Though it wasn't the only camera in her house, atleast one of them was found. The entire day was spent looking for hidden cameras.

It was 12 in the night when Lola decided to give up. She was back on her bed looking up at Jenna who ripped the spray painted poser apart.

"What do you think he wants, Jenna?" she asks holding her head. "For christ sake.. if only he just told me instead of putting me through all this bullshit."

"We're just going to have to find out.." Jenna walks towards the bed and sits down besides Lola.

"67 calls missed." she picks her cell phone up. "I have more than a hundred messages on my home phone.. what am I going to do? When is this going to stop? huh?!? I have a fucking match to prepare for and this man is driving me insane with all this..."

The phone starts to ring again and this just throws Lola off guard. She takes the cell phone and slams it as hard as she can across the wall. It hits the wall making a small dent and then breaking in two halves on the floor. Lola stands over the phone and then looks towards Jenna.

"I swear.."

And her home phone begins to ring. She's about to go downstairs when Jenna holds her back.

"I have an idea.." she says pulling Lola's arm and bringing her downstairs. "We'll see what he wants.. maybe he's only trying to freak you out."

The two of them walk downstairs as the call is forwarded to the answering machine. There's pin drop silence around the living room as the two girls carefully listen to the answering machine.

"Angelica.. your bad temper is getting the best of you, isn't it? If.."

Lola picks up the phone immediately.

"Okay.. let me make this question as clear as I can.. what do I have to do to get you off my back?"

"Well.. it would have been simple if you just asked that from the very beginning.. but no. You thought by ignoring me i'd eventually go away... but you were wrong. I'd never go away.."

"Cut to the fucking chase already. Enough with your stupid perverted talk. It's not working."

"What I need from you is to win this match.. I REALLY need you to win, Angelica."

"Don't you think I want to win too?"

"That's the spirit. Tell you what.. after you win this match.. I'm going to reveal my little secret to you.. I'm going to show myself to you because that's what you want right?"

"Yes.. I'd very much like you to show your face, you coward. And stop watching me.. it's getting old!"

"Fine.. i'll leave you alone after you've become PWT's fatal femme champion.. but if you DON'T win.. if by chance Georgia James manages to defeat you.. I promise you that you're life will be a living hell. I'll take every step to make sure of that."

"Oh please.. you won't have to worry about that.. this match is mine already."

"Good.. now.. I shall be watching you train for it."

"Sure.. okay bye! See you after I win the match."

A slight giggle is heard from the other end of the match and Lola hangs up. She turns around to look at Jenna who's been recording the whole conversation.

"Let's get this freak to the police as soon as we can.. I'm afraid he'd still be after me." she says walking over to the door.

"Why does he keep calling you Angelica?"

"Yeah.. because figuring out what my real name was is so hard to do.. right? He's so smart."

"Lola wait.." Jenna grabs hold of her elbow. "I think it's better we keep this to ourselves for now.. if he doesn't stop later.. Then we get the police involved.. whoever this is.. I think they're only playing mind games with us.. I don't think you're going to get hurt in any way."

"Whatever you say, Jen." she throws her arms to the side helplessly. "I'm in no mood right now. I'm going to go up and get some sleep."

Lola goes upstairs while Jenna just stares at her for a milli second. Suddenly she realizes that she couldn't leave Lola all alone so she runs up the stairs and that's where the scene ends.

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Well it looks like we've come to our little conclusion. Lola Star has no other choice but to defeat this little hoodie known as Georgia James. On Sunday night she must overcome all odds and proceed to strip the fatal femme title from the hands of our current champion. Who needs Georgia anyways? Her reign as champion is coming to a better end. She knows it, the fans know it and Lola sure as hell knows it. And that's why she's going to overthrow "thee reigning goddess" and take what is rightfully hers.

But what if she doesn't? What if Ms. James somehow manages to pull a victory over our favourite little princess? Well.. we're not quite sure what will happen then.. but i'm sure we don't even want to IMAGINE what will happen to Lola if she loses.. so let's just not think about this at all. Lola HAS to win the belt.. the pressure has been put on her from all sides giving her even more fuel for her brightly burning fire. And there was no doubt she wouldn't go down without a fight at least.

You must have caught at least one or two of Ms. James promo's.. and somewhere in there she mentioned the match taking place in her 'home'. Savannah, Georgia. It's a shame really.. A shame that Georgia James will be losing her title in her own home.. let alone her own country. But it's okay.. I'm sure Georgia will tell you the exact opposite in her promo's. Why? Because her head is so far up her ass that she's made her self believe that somehow this girl stands a chance against Lola. Yeah.. she had her shot at the PWT heavyweight title.. but did she win it? NO! What about her little reign as the Fatal Femme champion? I'm sure she must have been sitting on her ass the past couple of months to even bother defending that belt.

I guess it runs in the division.. crappy female roster.. what do you think the champion would be like? I'm not even joking. This Georgia James thinks she amounts to such greatness after bailing in comparison to those like Damien Collins. Who I must say is going to be losing the title that does NOT belong to him to the great Seifer. You think i'd be that easy to just wash away? Spare yourself the embarrassment sweetheart.. because this little theory of yours isn't going to pan.

Lola sat outside in broad daylight outside a french restauraunt in New York City. She was alone at this point and time knowing no one or nothing could harm her. Oh of course not. She could easily take care of herself. She didn't need Jenna Jameson babysitting her all the time. Pssh.. a porn star babysitting for a wrestler.. yeah my ass. She was just over reacting but we could all see everyone's little princess was fine now. She gently stirred her soup with her spoon as she gazed at it with a bored expression on her face.

"Bring whoever you want to, G. Rizzy? You think i'm afraid of her? I think she'll remember KoC when I beat her in the fatal four way match. I already beat the Riz.. all I have to do is beat Gee. You and your little army of kiss ups have nothing on me. Sooner or later i'm going to prove them all wrong. All at one time while they're in the same place. At Final Verdict i'm pulling the upset victory of the night by beating you and stripping you of your undeserved title."

A smile immediately flashes across her face.

"They don't think I can beat you, Georgia. They doubt me.. just like they all doubted me in the past feds I was in.. yet I never managed to lose any of my matches.. I came in, conquered all and took what was left of them. In the end I came out on top and shit hit the fan. Everyone's jaw dropped because they underestimated my true talents.. sure I may come off as a blonde whore with stupid friends and live the surreal life.. but truth be told.. I know the flip side very well. I've been dragged through the mud and back and i've finally managed to pull myself together. I had a terrible past.. probably even worse than yours. Definitely worse than any other girl my age.. and you bitches think you've got me all figured out in that little palm of yours. Lola Star.. a slut.. a bubble gum whore.. well i'm about to show you that I ain't no bubble gum whore.. i'm a real hoe."

she pushes her soup away angrily and gets out of the chair making her way out of the restauraunt and onto the streets of new york.

"I bet you don't know where i'm from.. but where you're from. It's already pretty clear they're going to hate your guts when you come back from our match. When you come home after getting your asses whooped left to right in the fucking squared circle. You think i'm a newbie? Think the fuck again. I've trained.. hell.. i've already dominated in a few indy feds and come here. But put aside my skills.. i'm also someone you don't want to mess with. I've got the brains and brawn to finish you up. Think whatever you may want, GJ. My personality outside a wrestling ring doesn't matter.. it's the tremendous amount of talent that someone like me just happens to have. I've been trained by the very best.. ones I don't wish to share with you right now but you know the deal. If you think you know me.. bitch you better think twice."

She winks just putting her hands into her pockets and taking a walk in the big city.

"It's all about me, Georgia. The spotlight is on Lola Star. It's my time to shine and everybody wants a piece of this." she says showing off her fully clothed body. "Even Chris Styles tried to get involved with me.. but after realizing that I was just ignoring him.. he ran off to the other bitch. Looks like Chris would do anything to get laid. But who cares? Nobody's going to ride on my fame. I shall soon be famous."

She smiles looking up into the bright sun that shines on her face. You could almost see the blue glitter in her half open eyes as she tries to look directly into the hot, hot ball of heat.

"You're turn is over, woman. You've already proved your worth.. you're past your prime and i'm sure everyone's sick of hearing the same damn thing over and over again. The shock has already worn off sweetheart.. it's time to go find something more valuable for you to do because once I take that title away from your hands.. i'm never giving it back."

"And to think this was only my second match." she nods. "It'll be a really big accomplishment for me to win a title in the first month I entered PWT let alone the first 5 matches. Let me take the heat off your shoulders, Gee. I think you've suffered enough."

Lola winks and then walks towards another one of her favourite stores closing the scene

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They say that life isn't all about whether you win or lose.. and they should suck a fucking cock. Life is about winning.. it's about ALWAYS winning. Always being able to have that adrenaline rush the minute you enter your challengers grounds. The very boost of energy that's going to help you succeed in life. It didn't matter where and when. You shall always be able to conquer your enemies to be considered 'great'. And when you're unable to.. go back at them until you've managed to take one of their limbs apart.

Losing wasn't an option for Lola.. she had no other choice but TO WIN. It was only then that's she'd be able to get what she wanted. She's get the stalker off her back plus the fatal femme title and then a long career in PWT. Long enough for her to carve her name into the ground. To leave her hand print in wet cement...

This was going to be her time to shine.. and whether Miss James accepted it or not.. she had no other choice but to roll over and die. Not to surrender but to accept defeat. She finally fall to her knees and lay down flat for the three count. The night that changes it all for the both of them. It's sad isn't it? Yeah.. for Georgia. To begin the reign of a rising superstar.. you must end that of another one and that's exactly what was going to happen here.

The bright coloured lights flash as everyone hits the dance floor. There's loud music blaring through the speakers making it hard for anything else to be heard. Alongside a few empty chairs sit's Lola and a few of her socialite friends. They're at the scene of a huge party thrown for Kate Moss's third day of celebration. As we all probably know it was her birthday three days ago. And where is Kate? She's the life of the party right now. Paris, Kimberly and Tara Reid are having their own little talk.. well along with Lola as well. Why Tara Reid? Lola hates Tara.. but since this is a huge celebrity bash there are a few unwanted party girl's Lola's just going to have to deal with.

"So does anyone want to play spin the bottle?" asks Tara who's on the verge of puking. "I like want to kiss someone right now."

"Look at you!" Lola points. "You're drunk! Why don't you go dance."

"Oh that's such a great idea.." says Tara grabbing hold of Lola's hand. "Let's go dance."

Lola shrugs and gets out of her seat. The two blondes hit the dance floor and soon the attention is all on them. Why the heck not? Lola seems to be getting most of the attention since Tara's all drunk and only making a fool out of herself. The spotlight stays on the girls for about four minutes and then everybody takes the dance floor again.

"That was awesome!" Tara shouts over the music as Lola grabs her hand and they head back to the table. It looks like they're greeted by new friends. One of them being Lindsay Lohan. Tara's eyes become narrow as she stares at the 'drama queen' taking her seat next to the woman who was supposed to be her friend. Paris Hilton. But she doesn't hesitate.. not even for a moment. She pulls Lola to the side and starts whispering in her ear. "That bitch.. I don't like the sight of her!" she exclaimes. And for about another two minutes she's all over the former red head.

"L is for like.. WHATEVER!" Lola spits out her signature line. "I don't give a DAMN what's going on between you two girls.. That's so not important right now." she points fingers at Tara and then makes her way towards the other girl's sitting at the table. "What's more important to discuss is my match at Final Verdict.. I'm going to be a star, ladies and I want to share that moment with all of you. So that's why.. you've all been invited to the PPV. To watch me become the fatal femme champion. I'm sure you've all recieved your invitations already.. so there's no need for worries."

"Umm.. excuse me." Lindsay interrupts. "I haven't got an invitation yet."

"Oh.." Lola looks from Lindsay towards the other girls and then a smile cracks on her face. "Maybe it's because you're not invited, step sister." she winks and at once the girls start laughing. Tara who had been standing in the darkness all this while comes out an applauds the girl.

"Whatever.." Lindsay whispers almost embarrased about the whole thing but the attention is soon divereted to Paris Hilton as she brings up something she's not supposed to.

"What about the stalker?" she asks blankly.

"What stalker?" there is too much talk going on right now giving Lola time to pull Paris and Kimberly away from the big conversation.

"What's wrong, Lola?" asks Kimberly worried.

"Listen.. guys. We've made a deal.. After I win my match at the PPV he's going to show his face.."

"Oh coool!" Kimmy exclaims. "Can I come see him?"

"O fcourse you can, Kimberly. But first, I have to focus on this georgia james's chick so that I can kick her ass. The girl talks a lot.. but i've heard a few good things about her.. apparently she's one of the greatest."

"Is she as great as Seifer?" asks Paris with a smirk on her face.

"She's nothing compared to him and you know it. Nobody's as good as him.. nobody has been as good as him and nobody will EVER be as good as him.. and there's absolutely no chance of them being better. But she's supposed to be good. Isn't showing much of her greatness in this match now is she?" Lola cocks an eye brow. "Gee.. I wonder why?"

"Maybe it's because you're already winning. She knows you have this one in the bag and she's too sad and salty to admit it." Paris shrugs.

"Meh.." Lola shrugs. "You're just a dumb, skanky, blonde socialite who did a dumb reality show with Nicole Richie.. what the hell would you know?"

Paris bursts out laughing and Kimberly follows suit. O RLY?

"YA RLY.. That's what georgina thinks anyways."

"Okay right.. and she goes ahead and copies me. Oh my god.. I'm like Georgia James on a road trip with my friend Frizzy Rizzy.. How similar is that to my show? It's obvious Georgia James is nothing but a copy cat. I bet you they're ridding in a pimped out car.."

"They are.."

"Well there you go.. the "goddess" of whatever the fuck she is really needs to get her head out of her sad, sorry, pathetic ass." Paris smirks.

"Oh yess." Kimmy adds in. "I bet you she plays Paris Hilton."

"And her girl Rizzy bizzy plays the role of Nicole Richie." Lola adds in. "What a sad replacement... and a bad rip off the simple life." she nods dissappointed at Georgia's lame attempts to be like Paris Hilton.

"Kick her ass, Lola." Paris slams her palm in Lola's back. "The girl is just waiting for that. I mean look at her.. it's either a half assed attempt to defend her title because she's too tired to do so. Either that or she's just not as good as people claim she is."

"She's a winner in this fed.. no doubt about it." she smiles resting her hand on her head. "But this sunday.. she's just going to have to suffer at the hands of me."

"And we're going to enjoy watching you rip her little bitch ass into pieces!" Kimmy shouts out to Lola being the more hyper one. "Maybe we could take a few pictures for you to put in your picture album. You making 'thee reigning goddess" tap out."

"YES!" a big smirk apprears on Lola's face. "I can't wait for that one. Let me put an end to her little reign of craziness. The goddess road tour? I promise your ass that as soon as she sets foot in Savannah.. the bitch will feel something she never felt all this while long. She'll fear me and then there's no escape for her."

"I'm glad you're doing fine, Lola." Paris puts her arm on Lola's shoulder. "All you have to do is like.. win this match and then stuff will happen. Good stuff though.. not bad."

The girls start laughing as Kimmy joins in and wraps her arm around Lola's shoulder. The three of them hit the dance floor once again to get rid of any tension in their bodies.