Flexin

[Jayme]

Liv Morgan recorded herself from the backstage area on her cell phone. She gave a nod of acknowledgement once the record button was pressed and she was officially filming.

Liv Morgan: Yo yo yoooo. I need all ya'll to listen up right quick! Tonight I'ma step between those ropes against one of EBWF's "Sweetheart" veterans... Velvet Sky. Mad respect to home girl for what she's accomplished around here and all... but I'm not here to grovel at her feet or nothin' like dat. Nahhh, I ain't about that.

Howeva'... she's in my way from advancing to the top. Tonight, our paths finally cross and It's time to buck up or shut up.

Ya see, err'body already knows that I should'a won last year - but we won't go into all that right now. Nah, but on the real, yo... I'ma make this trick hop scotch into the abyss once and for all. I'ma be flexin' on her, throwin' punches like I'm Mayweather! It finna be lights out for Velvet!

Liv Morgan held up her fist and kissed her knuckles, nodding at the camera in her other hand.

Liv Morgan: Yeahhh that's wassup. This fist ain't just a champ at beat battlin' bro. It's a master at pounding in tough faces like a meat tenderiz'ah. You don't know nothin' about that, yanno ...but'chu finna find out!

Liv Morgan stuck out her blue stained tongue and giggled before promptly ending the footage and posting it onto her social media.