Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2021 2:57:27 GMT -6
Please read the Part One linked RP before reading this one. Do it for continuity sake but also to stroke my ego.
ewcprez.proboards.com/thread/48660/disgrace-worth-gracing
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For ex-scoutmaster Stella Slater, Armageddon had struck three months ago. When Sylvia Acevedo, President of the Girl Scouts of America, excommunicated her from the Girl Scouts her world had ended. The moment Sylvia Acevedo slammed that gavel down was the equivalent of a planet ending comet striking the only world Stella ever knew.
The fallout was like the blazing rock that ceased the reign of dinosaurs. Fiery at first. The media and the courts burned Stella at the stake for her audacious actions against the rule of law and gender politics. They gloated over her ouster from the Girl Scouts. More bridges were burnt than spared, which alienated her from those who helped her build those bridges. Next came the unsurvivable winter. Court mandated community service and exuberant legal fees, along with two job losses due to her new status as “criminal”, had frozen her bank account. The initial support she had for the ordeal grew cold over a few months.
AND NOW?
She sat across from Judy Morris, one of the few left in Hazzard County who had stuck by her and given her a job.
”Stella, I love ya girl, I do, but damn you need to calm your tits. I fast tracked ya to shift leader because of how well you held that position at your previous jobs, but I didn’t make ya shift lead to ruffle your co-workers feathers. And they aren’t girl scouts either, hun.”
”They are undisciplined and lazy.”
”Well no shit, we work at Popeyes Chicken. These bums don’t respond well to your leadership style. I don’t even know what some of this stuff means? You told them to--------”
The middle aged woman checked her notes for correct terminology.
”Front lean and rest position, move??? Half right, face???”
”It means drop and do push ups. It was measures of corrective actions because they got the drive thru orders wrong, again, for the fourteenth time on my shift.”
”Okay, that right there is a no-no. They can’t prepare food and ship orders out if they are busy doing pushups. Do you understand? These people are 18 years and older, darlin’, and they work at Popeyes. They don’t have the same work ethic as the little girls you use to lead.”
”Well then let me fire these people and you can hire my scouts.”
Judy leaned back in her office chair and chuckled.
”That would be illegal. So, no. I’m not telling you to jam the brakes, I’m telling you to ease off the gas pedal a little. Okay, sugar? This is the second time I’ve had to discipline you. A third time means termination, and yes I will fire you. Are we clear here?”
”So this is my new world?”
”Huh?”
”Disregard.”
Stella stood up.
”I’ll adjust my leadership style accordingly and to your liking, ma’am.”
Stella dismissed herself civilly.
WHAT'S NEXT?
Stella took two steps out of Popeyes and groaned. The ever persistent wrestling recruiter Jim Schrute was waiting for her by the 1978 Chevy K10 Cheyenne that’d been in her family for four decades.
”We meet again, Scoutmaster.”
He jammed the remnant of his Popeyes chicken sandwich down his gullet.
”The answer is still no. I won’t be some professional wrestling experiment for you.”
She headed toward her truck anyway. She didn’t like being near the man. He always smelled like a fried bologna and mustard sandwich.
”Experiment? False. I already know what I can do with you. No experimenting needed.”
”Right.”
She moved past him and opened her truck door to get in.
”All you have to do is take up some training in Atlanta and I’ll do the rest.”
”Ah, yes, ‘the rest’ you’ve mentioned before. What exactly is it?”
”I’ll get you a contract with one of the big time companies. There’s one that’s only six months old but it’s already got CBS on it and it’s crushing the ratings. It’s called Action Wrestling. There's always EWC; it's been going strong since forever ago with no end in sight."
”I’ve watched both. Love em'."
His eyes lit up.
”You could be one of them. I have so much faith in you I’ll leave this recruiting job and become your manager.”
She slid into the driver seat and shut the door.
”I’ve even got a gimmick for you to go with. Just listen to this. You will be known as Black Betty. Paint yourself black, wear a big afro and talk ghetto. You’ve already pissed off the gender politics community, so why not piss off the black community too? You’ll be a lightning rod of controversy. The wrestling world is the only place that type of stuff sells. You’ll make money hand over fist.”
She felt sick listening to his crazy idea and his willingness to exploit the plight of a marginalized people. She eyed him with a warning then cranked the ignition.
”Not interested. Even if I did want to, I don’t have a money tree growing in my backyard that I can just pluck money from and pay for training and relocation anyway. I work at Popeyes.”
”I’ll co-sign on a loan. We can make the media work for us without them knowing it. You’re already more athletic, bigger, taller, stronger, marginally hotter than most of the women in wrestling. You’re an easy sell. The market will be blown wide open with you. Fact! I overheard those employees talking trash about you. They said you’re about to get fired any day now. That’s called a sign and you need to heed it.”
Stella threw the gear in reverse and pulled out of her parking spot. Jim chased along the driver side and flicked his business card into the cabin of the truck as she drove away.
(Stella’s truck)
End of Part Two
ewcprez.proboards.com/thread/48660/disgrace-worth-gracing
.......
For ex-scoutmaster Stella Slater, Armageddon had struck three months ago. When Sylvia Acevedo, President of the Girl Scouts of America, excommunicated her from the Girl Scouts her world had ended. The moment Sylvia Acevedo slammed that gavel down was the equivalent of a planet ending comet striking the only world Stella ever knew.
The fallout was like the blazing rock that ceased the reign of dinosaurs. Fiery at first. The media and the courts burned Stella at the stake for her audacious actions against the rule of law and gender politics. They gloated over her ouster from the Girl Scouts. More bridges were burnt than spared, which alienated her from those who helped her build those bridges. Next came the unsurvivable winter. Court mandated community service and exuberant legal fees, along with two job losses due to her new status as “criminal”, had frozen her bank account. The initial support she had for the ordeal grew cold over a few months.
AND NOW?
She sat across from Judy Morris, one of the few left in Hazzard County who had stuck by her and given her a job.
”Stella, I love ya girl, I do, but damn you need to calm your tits. I fast tracked ya to shift leader because of how well you held that position at your previous jobs, but I didn’t make ya shift lead to ruffle your co-workers feathers. And they aren’t girl scouts either, hun.”
”They are undisciplined and lazy.”
”Well no shit, we work at Popeyes Chicken. These bums don’t respond well to your leadership style. I don’t even know what some of this stuff means? You told them to--------”
The middle aged woman checked her notes for correct terminology.
”Front lean and rest position, move??? Half right, face???”
”It means drop and do push ups. It was measures of corrective actions because they got the drive thru orders wrong, again, for the fourteenth time on my shift.”
”Okay, that right there is a no-no. They can’t prepare food and ship orders out if they are busy doing pushups. Do you understand? These people are 18 years and older, darlin’, and they work at Popeyes. They don’t have the same work ethic as the little girls you use to lead.”
”Well then let me fire these people and you can hire my scouts.”
Judy leaned back in her office chair and chuckled.
”That would be illegal. So, no. I’m not telling you to jam the brakes, I’m telling you to ease off the gas pedal a little. Okay, sugar? This is the second time I’ve had to discipline you. A third time means termination, and yes I will fire you. Are we clear here?”
”So this is my new world?”
”Huh?”
”Disregard.”
Stella stood up.
”I’ll adjust my leadership style accordingly and to your liking, ma’am.”
Stella dismissed herself civilly.
WHAT'S NEXT?
Stella took two steps out of Popeyes and groaned. The ever persistent wrestling recruiter Jim Schrute was waiting for her by the 1978 Chevy K10 Cheyenne that’d been in her family for four decades.
”We meet again, Scoutmaster.”
He jammed the remnant of his Popeyes chicken sandwich down his gullet.
”The answer is still no. I won’t be some professional wrestling experiment for you.”
She headed toward her truck anyway. She didn’t like being near the man. He always smelled like a fried bologna and mustard sandwich.
”Experiment? False. I already know what I can do with you. No experimenting needed.”
”Right.”
She moved past him and opened her truck door to get in.
”All you have to do is take up some training in Atlanta and I’ll do the rest.”
”Ah, yes, ‘the rest’ you’ve mentioned before. What exactly is it?”
”I’ll get you a contract with one of the big time companies. There’s one that’s only six months old but it’s already got CBS on it and it’s crushing the ratings. It’s called Action Wrestling. There's always EWC; it's been going strong since forever ago with no end in sight."
”I’ve watched both. Love em'."
His eyes lit up.
”You could be one of them. I have so much faith in you I’ll leave this recruiting job and become your manager.”
She slid into the driver seat and shut the door.
”I’ve even got a gimmick for you to go with. Just listen to this. You will be known as Black Betty. Paint yourself black, wear a big afro and talk ghetto. You’ve already pissed off the gender politics community, so why not piss off the black community too? You’ll be a lightning rod of controversy. The wrestling world is the only place that type of stuff sells. You’ll make money hand over fist.”
She felt sick listening to his crazy idea and his willingness to exploit the plight of a marginalized people. She eyed him with a warning then cranked the ignition.
”Not interested. Even if I did want to, I don’t have a money tree growing in my backyard that I can just pluck money from and pay for training and relocation anyway. I work at Popeyes.”
”I’ll co-sign on a loan. We can make the media work for us without them knowing it. You’re already more athletic, bigger, taller, stronger, marginally hotter than most of the women in wrestling. You’re an easy sell. The market will be blown wide open with you. Fact! I overheard those employees talking trash about you. They said you’re about to get fired any day now. That’s called a sign and you need to heed it.”
Stella threw the gear in reverse and pulled out of her parking spot. Jim chased along the driver side and flicked his business card into the cabin of the truck as she drove away.
(Stella’s truck)
End of Part Two