** Our scene opens up on an an absolutly gorgeous afternoon in Los Angeles, California. In a land filled with beautiful people and movers and shakers, it's only natural that the UPW chose this city to host their second edition of Xtreme X-Fire, under the new regime. Seeing as how the show isn't until tomorrow, this is the time that many of the superstars take to unwind before the show, as a way of getting their heads together before the show hits the air. Inside of the lobby of the ultra chic Beverly Hills Hotel, the UPW cameras spot a fairly calm scene, with patrons moving about the spacious lobby, not noticing the cameras standing there. It's as if it's an everyday thing to see a camera crew standing in the middle of the lobby. Anyway, the cameras move off to the side, to the doors that lead to the small and private nail salon located just off to the side of the check-in desk. Seeing that the doors are open, the cameras carefully walk in and see that there is only one client sitting in the chair. That client is none other than platinum bombshell and UPW diva Jenna Jameson. Jenna is sitting in the chair, clad in a pink silk robe, while the owner of the nail salon is working on her toes. Jenna is sipping a glass of champagne as her assistant Linda stands next to her, giving her some last minute details about apperances.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Assistant Linda Johnson}�.�'�).���`> You've got an interview at five with Access Hollywood. They want to do a story about your second venture into wrestling.......
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Yippee.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Assistant Linda Johnson}�.�'�).���`> You've got that fitting today at three for the lingerie....the woman didn't leave her name, though. She sounded very enthusiastic, though.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Anything else?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Assistant Linda Johnson}�.�'�).���`> The UPW wants to know what you are doing to prepare for your debut match this week.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Oh really? They want to know all about my secret training regiment right before my debut, do they? You can tell them that I never reveal my secrets to anyone, not even you.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Assistant Linda Johnson}�.�'�).���`> They are making this out to be a pretty big deal.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> And they should too. I mean, do you know how often someone like me comes along? Not too often. So the UPW is making the most out of this. When I do step foot in the ring, the ratings will soar, the fans will cheer, or boo, I'm indifferent, and the wrestling world will see the competitive side of me once again.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Assistant Linda Johnson}�.�'�).���`> Apparently your opponent has already spoken about the match.
** Jenna rolls her eyes as she takes a sip of champagne.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Wait, let me guess. She came out and said she is sick of everyone talking about me like I'm the greatest ever and she's going to put a stop to it, right?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Assistant Linda Johnson}�.�'�).���`> Essentially, yeah.
** Jenna takes another sip of champagne and looks down at the salon owner and jerks her foot back slightly.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Ow! Will you freaking watch it? I value my feet here and I do not need someone like you doing damage to them.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Salon Owner}�.�'�).���`> I'm.....I'm so sorry Miss Jameson.......
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> You'd better be. I'm the best thing that has happened to this little salon, and I don't think you can afford to lose the kind of clientel I bring in, now can you?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Salon Owner}�.�'�).���`> No I can't.......
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> You know what? Don't talk. Just finish the job on that foot. I've got things to do.
** Finishing the small amount of champagne in her glass, Jenna hands it to Linda.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> As far as Jamie goes, she doesn't get the fact that I have heard all of this countless times before. I've been hearing it all my life. Hell, ever since I came into the wrestling industry, I've heard everything you can imagine. So why should this nobody that people forgot after five minutes be any different? Is she trying to make me feel like my first days at Wicked Pictures or something? She can call me whatever the hell she wants to, but after I get through with her tomorrow, the only thing left to call me will be winner.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Assistant Linda Johnson}�.�'�).���`> You're really looking forward to this, aren't you? You've missed being in the ring.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Yeah I have. And it's women like Jamie that make me realize why I love doing this. Women like Jamie are too stubborn and too ignorant for their own good, and it gives me a great sense of pride and pleasure when I prove everyone wrong. If Little Miss Forgotten Diva Search Winner can't understand that, then maybe it's time I MAKE her understand. She doesn't know who she is dealing with, Linda. She doesn't know that she's about to step foot in the ring with someone who has done this before. She doesn't know that she is about to go up against a tough opponent. If she doesn't want to realize that now, then maybe she'll realize that after the match is over and I am the one with my hand raised in victory.
** Stading up, Jenna motions to Linda.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Would you make sure that she gets paid for her work?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Assistant Linda Johnson}�.�'�).���`> Of course.
** Re-adjusting her belt, Jenna turns and walks out of the small salon and heads towards the door leading to the outdoor pool. The attendant standing next to the door quickly stands up straight and opens the door wide open.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Hotel Attendant}�.�'�).���`> Good afternoon Miss Jameson. Enjoy the pool.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Thank you.
** Jenna smiles at the hotel attendant as he holds the door open for her. Stepping outside, she casually walks among the rows of lounge chairs that are on either side of the huge outdoor pool, looking for an empty one. Looking over the chairs, she gets a wicked grin on her face when she spots fellow UPW star Jeff Hardy lounging in one of the chairs. Seeing that the chair next to him was empty, she twirls the belt on her robe as she walks over.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Excuse me, is this chair taken?
** Jeff opened his eyes and rolled them slightly.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> No its not. Help yourself Jenna...
** It was obvious already that Jeff was making a conscious effort not to let his eyes fall to her robe-clad body.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Thank you.
** Sitting down in the chair, Jenna doesn't yet take her robe off to reveal what was underneath. Instead, she stretches out her legs, crossing them at the ankles, and looks over at Jeff.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Enjoying yourself?
** Jeff looked up and saw her long legs shown off partially from the robe, certainly taking an eyeful. Jenna knew that Trish Stratus had been screwing with his mind and that might help her in getting her way with Jeff - because she knew she was hotter than Trish and knew she could get his mind off her.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Just trying to relax...in peace..you know?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Oh totally. It's nice to come out here and have a moment to yourself, to escape the everyday stresses of life. Plus it's a great way to unwind before the show. That's what you must be out here doing.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Exactly.....
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> So I see you and Matt have a big match coming up this week.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Yeah we do...sorry, I don't really wanna' talk about it. Like I said, trying to unwind. [smiling slightly]
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> I can understand that, what with who your opponents are and all.
** Jenna looks over at Jeff and looks away, smirking to herself. Placing her hands on the belt of her robe, she looks back at Jeff.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> You don't mind, do you?
** Jeff looked at where her hands were - he couldn't hide a slight smirk.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Go for it...knock yourself out...
** Standing up, Jenna slowly unties the knot on her robe and slides it off, revealing a pale pink bikini underneath. The top is a triangle top that leaves little to the imagination, and the bottom covers all of the needed bits without being too indecent. Setting the robe aside, Jenna sits back down on the chair and re-crosses her legs.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Thanks.
** Jeff was trying not to stare - and failing. Jenna knew she could easily go for the kill on him now as his eyes scanned her body. Jenna can't hide her smile as she looks over at Jeff, shielding her eyes from the sun.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> See something interesting?
** Jeff casts a quick look at the now bikini-clad Jenna and averts his eyes as not to draw attention from the diva.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Not really.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> No?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Nope. This is Hollywood. People see women like you walking up and down the streets everyday.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> That may be true, but how many of them would actually be sitting ehre talking to you?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Well.......
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> That's exactly what I thought. None. You should enjoy this while you can, Jeff. Who knows when you might have another chance?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> *mutters under his breath* It might come sooner than I hope.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> You say something?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Ah....no.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Just making sure.
** Jeff covers his eyes back with his arm and lies back in his seat as Jenna looks out of the corner of her eye. Shifting in her seat, she turns over on her stomach, with her head at the foot of the lounger and her feet up at the head. Lying her head down on her hands, she slowly closes her eyes, though not all the way. Meanwhile, Jeff moves his hand away from his eyes and slowly sits up. Looking over at Jenna's chair, he can't help but stare at the sight in front of him. He knows that she is probably trying to get him to do or say something that he might want to smack himself for later, but seeing her like this now, he can't help himself.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> Umm....I...uhh....have to go.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Well, you've gotta do what you've gotta do, I guess. But before you go......
** Jenna reaches down to the foot of the chair and pulls up a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic Suntan Lotion. Turning her head back to Jeff, she motions to the bottle.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Do you think you could put some lotion on my shoulders? I would, but I can't reach.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> I really have to get going. I'm meeting Matt..........
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Oh come on. It'll only take a minute. Besides, I think Matt will forgive you.
** She hands the bottle out to Jeff, who reluctantly makes his way over. Taking the bottle from her, he opens it up and squirts a small amount of the lotion in his hand. Setting the bottle down on the ground, he works the lotion so it's on both hands to ensure an even coat. Jenna rests her head back down on her hand and moves her hair out of the way as Jeff stoops down and, placing a hand on both shoulder, begins to rub the lotion into Jenna's already tan skin. Working in small circles on her shoulderblades and the area in between, he soon finds himself entranced by the feel of her skin underneath his palms.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Mmm....that feels really good.
** Jeff shakes his head, snapping himself out of his semi-trance. He looks down and then looks at Jenna, and then stops what he was doing.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy}�.�'�).���`> I gotta go.
** He turns and walks off in a hurry, his head cast downward slightly. Jenna watches him leave, a grin slowly forming on her face.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> It's getting too easy.
** Laughing softly to herself, Jenna rests her head back on her hands as the scene fades out to black.**
** Our scene opens back up inside of the locker room area of the Staples Center. Not a whole lot is happening right at this moment, but that is mainly because the show is the next night and all of the stars are out of the arena and in the city, doing whatever it is that they need to do to prepare for the show. That is, except for one member of the UPW divas roster. The sound of high heels clicking on cement can be heard all throughout the area as the cameras focus in on Jenna Jameson walking down the halls, her purs clutched in her hand and her eyes gazing around, as if she is looking for something. Finally, she comes to a stop in front of a door with a plain pink metallic star hanging on it. Shrugging, she reaches out and knocks lightly.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Hello?
<��`�.(`'�.�{???}�.�'�).���`> Come in.
** The voice was feminine, and seemingly cracking with excitement and giggles. Jenna simply shrugs and turns the knob and steps inside. Shutting it behind her, she begins to speak, not looking behind her.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Hi. I was told that I was going to meet someone here about designing some lingerie.
<��`�.(`'�.�{???}�.�'�).���`> That's me!
** She choked back a few squeals of excitement - barely. Running towards her, in high heels and a golden evening gown and hugged her body for dear life was Leyla. Her hair was straightened and styled in a Marilyn Monroe-esque type of bun.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> Leyla Milani at your service. Oooh! Dahling. You look gorgeous.
** Jenna is somewhat taken aback for the actions of the younger woman, but she simply flicks a strand of platinum blonde hair behind her shoulders, acting as if nothing is out of the ordinary.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Please, tell me something I'm not used to hearing. So, Leyla, you're the one my assistant told me about?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> Fashion designer extrodinare. Only design for the biggest of stars. And you, my dear are. My boyfriend and I watched one of your movies. Well..didn't really watch, considering he kept on visciously attacking me, like..faster then slower, then started teasing me and .. well, I think you get it. But from what I saw of you, you were drop dead sexy.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> *smirking* I always do tend to have that effect on people. It sounds like you and you're boyfriend got your money's worth with that movie.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> Yes. I can promise, if I wore panties, they'd be covered in cream.
** She chuckled, showing some already sewen material to Jenna. Some pink silk, some leather, some fur..a mix, yet all outfits very attractive.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> I would assume, with how great you looked in that movie, you'd have like, a boss figure. So I made these outfits in my figure.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> I do have the type of body that most women dream of having.
** She looks over at some of the materials lying out and her eyes light up.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> How did you know that pink is my favorite color?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> Because .. it's my favorite too!
** She squealed, this being a lie.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> Besides..it looked hot on you in that movie.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Thanks. You know, I must say........I love the variety you've got here. I like variety when it comes to looking as gorgeous as I can.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> And you work it, girl. Why don't you go try it on, and then come back and I'll make any adjustments that need be..probably won't be many, considering well..we're both sexylicious.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Okey dokey. Where can I change?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> There's a bathroom built in. And if you find anything purple..and long..and plastic. Just like, ignore it. Kay?
** She smiled eerily.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> O........k.
** Jenna looks at Leyla before she takes the pink set and heads to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. About a minute and a half later, the door re-opens and Jenna steps out, looking ultra fabulous in a pair of pink silk hipster shorts and a matching bra.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> I love this!
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> Bra looks too loose. Guess my surgeon put a little too much under the hood. Come 'ere.
** She grabbed her hand, pulling Jenna to infront of the couch. Leyla removed a few straight pins, and needles. She began to work upon the bra, stitching. Coming face to chest with Jenna, pure curiousity peeked in. Leyla "accidently" stabs her with a pin. Gasping, when noticing this, she removes the pins and are amazed she she sees nothing leak out.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> I am, like, so sorry! Pure accident.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Ouch! That kinda hurt!
** Jenna places her arm where the pins pricked and looks at Leyla.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Accident, huh?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> Yes..please don't say that word..it reminds me that..I..I'm not perfect!
** Leyla feints weeping.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> I fixed the seam though. It should be tighter, and hence forth, cuter.
** Jenna looks down to the spot where Leyla had fixed.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> It feels better. And looks that much hotter, if I may add.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> Pain is beauty. And beauty is painful.
** She smiled.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> Before you go..can you totally, like, give me your autograph?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Absolutly. After making this killer ensemble for me.......you got it. Just let me change first, kay?
** Leyla squealed, nodding and clapping. She began to rummage through her stuff, looking for something for Jenna to sign. She squealed, finding her own set of lingerie - off white, bra, thong, garter belt and skirtkini. She nodded, setting it along the couch. Jenna snuck back into the bathroom to change back into her original outfit and shoes. Carefully folding the newly made clothes and carrying them in her hands, she steps back out and walks over to her purse that she set down on the table.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Ok, what have you got for me?
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> More Leyla originals for you to sign on the couch..
** She handed Jenna each article of clothing, a smile building upon her face. Jenna reaches down and takes out a Sharpie from her purse and starts to sign each item that Leyla hands her. She finishes signing the last item and puts the cap back on the marker.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> You know...you've got talent, chica.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> I know..
** She giggles.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> And you've got..nice boobs.
** Leyla gave her a thumbs up, still impressed by them not leaking.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Thanks....
** Picking up her purse and her lingerie, She slowly starts to walk towards the door.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Yours aren't so bad either.
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Fashionista Leyla Milani}�.�'�).���`> Maybe I'll autograph your's someday...
** She bit back a chuckle, waving to Jenna. Jenna waves back as she opens the door and steps out into the hallway. Folding the lingerie once more, she carefully places it in her purse as she walks off and the scene fades to black.**
