"Has she forgotten about me already? Look at her.. partying. Having fun, looking great and celebrating with her all friends. She seems so excited. Too excited actually. And that's not healthy. I know she's won her little fatal femme title and sure enough she deserves to happy.. but not over joyed. That's just.. it just kills her mood." he leans back in his chair.

On his table is a picture lying next to a sharpie. The picture is of Lola Star with two other men. Possibly the people who attended her party last sunday night. From the expression on their faces you can tell they are having a good time. The picture is framed in a white box with the words don't forget about me written below it in black ink. The man picks up the pen and begins scribbling on Lola's face. We can only see the back of his head so we're unclear who he is as the moment.

"She thinks she can just get away with it, doesn't she? Being so perfect.." he pauses and glances down at the picture. "So beautiful." he runs his thumb over her face on the picture. "So talented, so dominant and yet such a bitch." he throws the photograph and spins around in his chair. For the first time we get a glimpse of his face.

"What does she have that I don't?" he questions stroking his chin. The image of the man becomes clearer. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. He's pretty attractive and looks about the age of 23. Yet.. we can't just seem to place our fingers on his name. His face isn't familiar at all. What could this man want with Lola Star?

"Oh shut up!" exclaims a female voice from the other end of the room. The camera doesn't move an inch to get a glimpse of a face for the camera man would die if he were ever able to pull some shit like that. "Stop with the fucking over dramatics." she throws a pillow at the blonde hottie.

"Burn in hell!" he exclaims before catching the pillow and then sighs. "What should we do about her?" he asks this time on a more serious note.

"Umm.." the woman's voice is somewhat familiar but I don't think any of you faggots are smart enough to recognise it. "I don't really know.. what did you tell her?"

"I told her.. that if she won the title.. i'd reveal myself to her." he glances towards the other end for a while. A few seconds pass by and then a hand pops out of nowhere and smacks him in the head. Looks like the girl just got up and smacked him for that. "Whaaat?" he asks sheilding himself before he can get another one. "I didn't know she was actually going to win that title.. I mean.. Georgia put out an excellent match.. it was just.. I don't know. I didn't know she could do it."

"Then you don't know Lola." says the female voice. "Lola Star.. I can't begin to explain that woman. I knew she was going to win that title.. and if I weren't in Newyork then I would have told you not to go ahead and make such a stupid promise." you can hear her take a deep breath and then growl. "Now what are you going to do?"

"I don't know..?" he shrugs. "What do you suggest we do?"

"What do you have on tape?" she asks.

"Well.." he turns back on his chair and switches the computer screen on. "This was last night at the party.. I watched her celebrate and I must say.. she is one heck of a whore."

The woman chuckles. "Remember when you were at her mansion one day?"

"I don't have a clear image of that but I do remember it. Anyways.. this is all I had from last night." he says turning around to face the woman once again.

"Well that's just useful, isn't it?" her voice is heard trailing off and right after the camera pans towards the computer screen. The actual footage of the party is now being aired to the rest of the world. 

Lola is seen giving a few guys a lap dance with Paris Hilton but that doesn't seem so important right now.. Fast foward >>.

"I wonder what happened to that stalker guy?" asks Paris sitting back in a chair alone with Lola.

"Yeah.. he hasn't called since I won the match.." she stops "Alright. I want to tell you something. I met him before the match.. right before the match."

"Oh my god!" Paris exclaims. "What did he say? Did you see him? Who is he?"

"No.. I didn't see him. He threatned to kill me if I looked at him.. So I never got a chance to find out who he was." she sighs. "But I don't think he means much harm.. he dropped the gun after leaving and I found no bullets." Lola Shrugs. "Maybe.. maybe he doesn't want to kill me and he's just trying to help me out."

The footage is stopped immediately.

"Great... that's just great!" the woman exclaims. "Well.. I think it's time we reveal ourselves to the skank." she says walking towards him and for the first time the camera is able to get a glimpse of this female feline. Well.. at least her body. The only part of her head we're able to see is her long blonde hair. Who could this woman be? Maybe it's his girlfriend. Who knows? How is Lola going to react to this now that she knows there isn't just one but two or more people involved in her stalking.