Gettin' paper

[Jayme]

The cameras opened up the scene backstage. It appeared to be on a movie set, with crew running around everywhere trying to get last minute preparations taken care of. There was loud music playing in the background and bright flashing lights being synced up for whatever was being filmed. Renee Young walked through the chaos and looked around for a certain someone. Renee's head snapped to the left quickly when someone whistled out loudly at her.

Liv: YO Ne'ne, ova' here homie!

Liv stood up inside of a purple convertible Lamborghini. It appeared like a rap video was about to take place. Renee looked around confused.

Renee: Liv... what exactly... is all... this?

Liv: This? Ahhhh it's nothin'! Just sprucin' up my titan tron, yanno. A champ's gotta do it BIIIIGGG.

Liv held her arms stretched outward at her sides to emphasis.

Liv: Called up my homie Rick Ross, he lemme borrow the Lambo for this shoot. Called up my people, they got me this crew together to film, lights, hair and makeup, the whole shebang. I'm gonna get some sweet industrial fans to blow my hair around like I'm standing up in the car while it's movin'. Some real G like ish, I'm tellin' ya.

Renee: ...and this is how you are choosing to prepare for your match tonight against Trish Stratus?

Liv's eyes widened a bit, clearly she had not been told this news yet.

Liv: Whaaat - yo, hold up. I'm booked?

Renee: Welp, that's why I am here...

Liv: S'cuse me a sec, Nay.

Liv turned and yelled out.

Liv: YO WHERE THA HELL IS TIMMY?!

The crew stopped and looked around, everyone shaking their heads. Liv placed her hand on her hip and shook her head.

Liv: YO someone knows something so speak up or I'ma bust this whole place down.

Someone in the crew: He's over here!

Liv turned to face him. The crew backed away from Tim who appeared frozen in place. He visibly gulped and slowly stepped forward.

Tim: Ye - yes?

Liv: Timmeh.... why was I not told about... oh, I dunno... a match I'm apparently booked in for tonight?!

Tim: I - I am very sorry, I thought I told you the other day when you were eating breakfast-

Liv: Lemme just stop you right there, bro. Anytime I'm eating you do not talk business to me, a'ight? You know this. Food and business talk MUST be kept separate.

Tim: Yes ma'am...

Liv: Ya on thin ice now, bruh. Know that. I hired you to be my personal assistant. Keep me organized and in the loop. A star needs help from time to time, it's what ya get paid for. So don't let me down again, capice?

Tim nodded.

Liv: Did ya get my title cleaned like I asked? I need it for the video. Gotta show off the bling, ya know what I'm sayin'.

Tim pursed his lips together so tightly they almost disappeared completely.

Tim: About that... they were a bit booked up so it wasn't quite ready yet-

Liv: WHAT?! BRO!

Liv sighed deeply and face palmed.

Liv: Timothy, this is so not cool yo. We went over this and how important today was. I got this sick ride on loan from RICK FREAKIN' ROSS. I got the film crew, caterin', the flashy lights. My industrial fan is about to be here any moment, and YOU. FORGOT. THE. CENTERPIECE?! Ya killin' me smalls!

Liv shook her head which caused her platinum blonde hair to fall over her right shoulder. She climbed out of the Lamborghini and shut the door. She approached Timmy who appeared to almost cower as she neared him, despite her only being 5'3" and him easily over 6ft.

Liv: Tell me you ATLEAST got my mocha frappe with extra chocolate drizzle?

Timmy sighed in defeat and shook his head no.

Timmy: They said the machine was down....

LIV: Yoooo you better be playin' me homie, I'm NOT in the mood. I need my frappe like yesterday. How am I supposed to film a sweet new titan tron vid with NO COFFEE, NO TITLE... AND I HAVE A MATCH? How am I expected to work like this, bro? What are you even doin' right now? Just standin' there lookin' like a lump on a log, collectin' a check and ya can't even get one task completed, yo. I work hard for the dough and you ain't gonna be sub-par on my dime. Dead ass.

Timmy: I really am very sorry Miss Olivia.

Liv: OLIVIA? OH HELL NAWWW. TITO!!

A huge beefy looking bouncer type perked up when his name was called.

Liv: GET THIS FOOL OUTTA HERE! Timbo Slice - Yerrrr FIRED BRO!

Liv pointed towards the exit with a stern finger. Timmy tried to beg for another chance but Tito grabbed him by the shirt collar and hauled him off the set. Liv huffed and shook her head.

Liv: Ya think you can trust people to do work and all they want is a hand out.

Liv turned back to Renee Young.

Liv: Kinda like my opponent tonight PATRICIA. Yeah, I'm callin ya Patricia cuz you're like in your 50's by now or some ish, so it fits. Accept it.

Renee: How exactly is Trish Stratus expecting a handout?

Liv: Tryin' to cling on to any shred of relevance that she can. Old and dusty, washed up, and breaking down slowly but surely. Patricia chose to sit on her usual high horse and toss shade my way when it came to me and the Women's title. She doubted me, yo, she didn't think I could eva get my hands on it but guess what? She was wrong. So tonight, I'mma make her choke on her words. She thought lil Livvy couldn't carry the division and be a champ, well look at me now. I'm the Women's Champ, bihh, and I'm gettin' that paper. Where you at, bro? Oh, still lost in Natalya's shadow. Fig'yas (Figures).

Renee: Actually, Trish is a well established talent in EBWF, not only is she multi time Women's champion, but she managed to remain the LONGEST reigning Women's champion in EBWF history, despite the fact that many Women have tried to beat her record and all attempts have been unsuccessful. She-

Liv waved her hand in a dismissive fashion.

Liv: Save ya words, Renee. I'm sure I'll hear all about her accolades in her promo. We all know Trish can't help but pat herself on the back constantly. She'll start off with her history all the way back to 1844 on a cold December night when she was born, up to present day, where she's not the Champion anymore, and hasn't REALLY been in quite a while. I'm not countin' the two seconds she got the belt off Natalya before losing it again.

Liv chuckled.

Liv: That ish was funny, tho. Trish has this powerful comeback moment, kept her record and became Women's champ, before getting it ripped away from her seconds later. I was actually surprised Trish, er... PATRICIA, decided to show her face around again for the Elimination Chamber. I'm not even about to talk about what a fiasco that night was. Mandy Rose becoming champion... that was a fluke moment. She can't beat me and it drives her insane, I hear she wants to boycott me. Go ahead, hater's make me famous bruh! Infact, Patricia can join her younger mini me in boycotting me, I embrace the hate. Bring it bihh, I'll just keep knockin' it outta the park like I always do.

Liv grabbed a water bottle and chugged it rather quickly. She tossed the empty bottle over her shoulder and climbed back into the car she borrowed from Rick Ross.

Liv: Now Renee, ya gotta go. It's a closed set when we are filming.

Renee: You're still shooting the video without the title belt?

Liv gave a smug look.

Liv: I'm the Champ, bihh, I ain't gotta show the belt!

Liv signaled for Tito and nodded her head towards Renee and the cameraman. Renee noticed and made her way toward the exit with the camera man. Tito corralled behind them. Liv went back to filming the video while the camera cut off abruptly once they were tossed outside and the metal door slammed shut behind them.

[Ashlee]

The creepiest thing about your piece being titled “gettin’ paper” is that I almost called mine “Look at me now...”

Hahahahahaba

[Jayme]

LOL that is weird! I changed the title so many times and at the last minute it just stuck in my head.