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A pink limo comes to a halting stop in front of a local 'Good Will' store in San Francisco California. In the back, Liz Smalls yells into her phone in a whiny hiss.
Liz Smalls: "But....buuuuut....buuuut...O-M-G Delia this is crazy! I don't understand why US, the Mean Girls HAVE to do some stupid charity stuff!!!
Liz's face scrunches up in anger as the Mean Girl on the other end keeps talking. As Liz's turn to speak comes up again, she's even more angered.
Liz Smalls: "Fine Delia...this ONCE I will actually donate MY TIME to charity...but if ANY uglies touch me its on you!"
Liz ends the call in a hurry, tucking her iPhone safely into her oversized purple Marc Jacobs bag. She shouts to the limo driver.
Liz Smalls: "Ummmm I'm not opening the door myself. Do your freaking job!!!"
A few short seconds later, the door is opened and Liz pouts as she steps out. Her purple open-toe Jimmy Choo's meet the pavement, her purple Nails by Liz painted toes shine as the sun hits off of them. Her matching purple dress blows with the breeze softly as she tucks expensive shades over her eyes, not bothering to say thank you to the driver as she walks in the store.
Upon entering, Liz stands out immediately. The customers are all dressed casually. Her co-workers for the day stare as they stand up by the registers. One of the men begins walking towards her. The man appears to be in his early 40's with a thin moustache, brown wavy hair, though the hairline is receeding. He offers a smile and his hand as he greets her.
Mark: "You must be Elizabeth Smalls. I'm the manager of this store, my name's Mark, its nice to meet you."
Liz lifts the shades off of her eyes and tucks them into her Marc Jacobs bag before staring at Mark's still outstretched hand.
Liz Smalls: "First off, nobody calls me Elizabeth but my mommy, got it?"
Before Mark can respond, Liz is talking again.
Liz Smalls: "Second, I don't shake hands. I have like NOOOO idea where your hand has been, kay? Kay."
The spoiled young woman stares directly in Mark's eyes, who looks a little uncomfortable as Liz is lecturing him in front of his employee's.
Liz Smalls: "And third, its time for my break. I'm only here for like an hour, and I'm ONLY here because I have to be. My time is valuable and your little charity case place already has me in a bad mood."
Mark: "Break time? Liz you just got here. I was going to ask you to-
Liz Smalls: "I SAID its break time...sooooo...."
Mark rubs his chin, puzzled unsure of what to say as Liz opens her eyes more, prompting him to respond quicker than expected.
Mark: "Okay, its break time. Let me show you to our break room."
Mark begins leading the way as Liz follows behind, looking down at her nails. What she doesn't see is the small child in front of her and then...
BAM!
Liz collides into the little boy sending him to the ground crying. As the little boy's mother runs over, Liz shoots her a look.[/i]
Liz Smalls: "The little brat ALMOST stepped on my toes. Do you know HOW MUCH this nail polish costs? Watch your gremlin next time!"
The mothers face turns red in embarrassment as Mark just shakes his head, hurrying through the store now just to get Liz out of everyone's sight.
As they walk through the door to the back, they come to another door which Mark holds open for Liz.
When she see's the small table, with a few chairs, she immediately turns around, raising her voice at the store manager.
Liz Smalls: "O-M-G this is like the smallest breakroom ever. There's only like 5 chairs. Soooo here's how this is gonna work. While I'm on break, I want NOBODY else in here. I don't like being crammed together with people, especially people like the one's that work here."
Mark is fed up at this point and speaks up, putting his hands on each side of his hip.
Mark: "Oh yeah, and what kind of 'people' would that be? We are a group of hardworking people who ENJOY serving our community. Now, we didn't ask you to come here. If you're gonna work in my store today, you're gonna start treating everyone with a little bit of respect, do you understand?"
Liz stares blankly for about 20 seconds before responding with laughter and waving her hands towards the store manager.
Liz Smalls: "Whatever. Just...goooo. And remember, NOBODY else in the breakroom until my break is over."
Mark: "Breaks are 15 minutes around here. That means you'll give us 45 minutes of honest work before you go. Enjoy your break."
Reluctantly, Mark heads back to the front of the store. Liz rolls her eyes as soon as the door shuts.
Liz Smalls: "Who does HE think he is? Raising his voice at me...
Liz pulls her phone back out and begins tweeting, starting another riot as per usual. As time goes by, she loses track of it and 30 minutes later is still on her break.
Mark enters the breakroom.
Mark: "I don't know when 15 minutes turned into 30, but break's over Miss Smalls. Did you enjoy it?"
The store manager is trying to be friendly this time, hoping Liz's attitude may have changed. Liz stands up, putting her phone in her purse and huffing and puffing, visibly annoyed.
Liz Smalls: "It was fine until YOU came in and interrupted it. Ugh, rude."
Mark: "Well, I'm sorry but you're here to work. I'm gonna put you to work little lady."
They walk through the doors, back to the main floor and he greets her with another smile.
Mark: "Okay for the next 20 minutes we'll have you straightening up the aisles. Anything that might be lying on the floor, pick it up and return it to the proper location. We want it to look nice for our customers."
Liz Smalls: "By customers do you mean gremlins? Because ummm...that's all I see in here. Ugly, Basic...Basics."
Mark shakes his head, hardly believing what Liz just said.
Mark: "Just, please get to work? We appreciate your time Miss Smalls."
As Mark walks off to tend to his other employee's and customers, Liz starts reluctantly straightening up the aisles, being extra careful not to touch anything that looks too dusty or dirty out of fear of messing up her nails.
Moments later, an elderly lady approaches her and taps her on the shoulders which causes Liz to shriek in fear before turning around, putting a manicured hand on her chest.
Liz Smalls: "OMG don't you EVER put your OLD, Crusty Dusty hand on me again! I thought I was being attacked!"
The elderly lady's face turns red in embarrassment as she hurries away from Liz as fast as she can, prompting Mark, who witnessed the entire situation to walk over to Liz.
Mark: "Hey...uh, what just happened there?"
Liz Smalls: "That old Basic put her FILTHY, DUSTY hands on me. Can you believe that? Like, what gives her the right to touch MY shoulder?"
Mark: "She was no threat to you Liz, she was being friendly. That's what we do in our community. We talk to each other, nicely. We might shake a hand or two, or God forbid, touch a shoulder."
He laughs, showing he was joking but Liz is having none of it. She puts a finger right in his face.
Liz Smalls: "I'm NOT working out here anymore. I feel unsafe."
Mark: "Fine, for your last few minutes we'll put you on the register. Its super easy and I'll stand behind you in case you have any questions. Sound good to you?"
Liz Smalls: "Ummm whatever. I just wanna go."
Mark decides not to argue with her this time, instead leading her up to the register. He stands behind her as the first customer walks up. Liz greets the little girl, all of 5 years old with an overly fake smile, as the girl's mother smiles back genuinely.
The little girl puts a doll up to be scanned and has the biggest smile on her face and Liz see's why. Liz's eyes open up in horror as she see's a LIZ SMALLS DOLL. The little girl is speechless seeing her role model in front of her, but Liz is appauled. Liz IMMEDIATELY turns to Mark.
Liz Smalls: "What is THIS doing HERE?"
Mark: "We just got it in last night. It looks just like you kid."
Liz turns back to the little girl and snatches the doll off of the belt.
Liz Smalls: "Sorry, this isn't for sale...Not Sorry."
The little girl's mother speaks up, seeing the disappointment on her daughters face.
Little Girl's Mother: "It was on the shelf. My daughter is a really big fan of yours too. We read online that you are one of the nicest celebrities in the world. She saw your commercial for your nail polish and said how pretty you were. You got her to start watching wrestling." the mother says proudly.
Liz's face turns red.
Liz Smalls: "I'm glad to have such a....ummm...nice fan. Buuut this doll was here by mistake. These sell for $99 in most stores, I have NOOOO idea how it ended up HERE for $4.50. Buuut its not for sale. Sorry...not sorry."
Mark looks on, hoping Liz will offer better customer service.
Mark: "Now Liz, the doll was on the shelf. We have to sell it to the customer.
Mark says calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.
This prompts Liz to tuck the doll close to her, not letting go.
Liz Smalls: "No, you know what? I quit. I'm done volunteering at your stupid little broken down cheap people's store. I'm taking MYY doll and I'm going home."
Liz walks away from the register, leaving the little Liz fan in tears. She heads to the back, retrieving her purse and pulls her shades out, tucking them again over her eyes. She marches through the Good Will with a purpose, everyone staring at her for the scene and chaos she's caused in the less than an hour of volunteer time she's put in.
She reaches the limo, who she made sit outside the entire time, without a care in the world for what Delia thinks about her charity time.
The driver opens the door and Liz sits down, forcefully, near tears from how mad she is.
Liz Smalls: "Get in the freaking limo and drive you idiot!" Liz shouts as the driver quickly takes her advice, not wanting another spoiled fit.
The limo speeds off, leaving a trail of confused workers and upset customers.
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"Ummmm let me get this right, at this supercard thingy I have to face a team named 'Azz n Class'? That's like some kind of joke right? Because I hate using curse words so even saying something remotely close to a curse word is making me about to cry.
There's like nothing classy about these two...things. I can't even call them women because they aren't women.
This is a tragedy. We're doing this supercard thingy for charity and we have people like Chanelle and Torielle running around? How can the little sickly kids enjoy a nice show, like ONLY the Mean Girls can put on when these two things are gonna be wearing almost nothing and ummmm...wanting to hurt me and Veronica! Its soooooo not fair!"
Liz pouts at the camera filming her, but only after reaching out to personally adjust the angle the camera is being held, to get best features in the shot.
"When I signed with SCW, it was to entertain by wrestling. I SPECIFi..."
A look of frustration crosses Liz's face as she struggles to get the word out.
"Speficifically...specifically, WHATEVER! UGH!
I specifically said I wanted to entertain. I didn't ask for stupid weapon matches like they put me in with that psycho punching bag Marisol, and I really didn't ask to be a part of this freak show they have me in at the Supercard of all events.
This is an event that should be dedicated to the Mean Girls anyway. I mean if it wasn't for us, would half as many people tune in to watch? Who makes more wishes come true than us? Buuuuut no. Instead of doing the right thing, SCW decides that Veronica and I have to go through with this match. This is a match that can end careers.
This match could RUIN my contract as the FACE of Maybelline. I know how those girls 'wrestle', its more like scratching and clawing and using their overly biiiig....BUTTS to hit us. I'm grossed out even thinking about it.
But one thing I'm not worried about is Veronica. The thing about us Mean Girls is we ALWAYS stick together. We might call each other names, and gossip about each other but NO ONE else is allowed to talk about us...let alone sit with us. Veronica and I will sit together, we'll stand together and ummm...we're gonna fight together.
Ohhhh and this MIGHT be a wrestling match, but if they don't watch what they say, I'll sooooo make their lives miserable on twitter. They should know I'm like the social media princess."
Liz, having gotten herself worked up, reaches over and grabs the camera and demands that the cameraman fan her off to cool her down.
After he does, she takes a deep breath, putting on a brave face for the camera.
"I'm sooooo done worrying about this. I've overcome every obstacle put in front of me in my career so far. I've had to have weapons matches, I've had to look at and SMELL the uglyyy troll fans. I've even had a concussion! Buuut like the true role model and Mean Girl that I am, I got back up. If none of that's stopped me, like why would I let two, fat, ghetto, obnoxious, weave-wearing, muscle having BASICS like Azz n Class stop me?
The answer's simple...I won't. We won't.
Make A Wish...Into the Void, whatever you wanna call it, our table is full. You have to have CLASS to sit with us, and unfortunately for our opponents, they have NONE of what they promote having.
At the SUPER-card only SUPER-STARS shine...and there's NO brighter star than Meeeeee...the Coast 2 Coast Covergirl. At Into the Void, I make Azz n Class famous and show them why I'm the Meanest Girl they've ever met in their life. Oh and if I hurt any feelings? You know whats next....hashtag Sorry Not Sorry!"
