Pressed

[Jayme]

The scene opened up backstage where Liv Morgan was quickly spotted in the catering area of the arena. She was sat at a table with a plate full of BBQ. Brisket, ribs, sausage, pulled pork, BBQ chicken, along with a few sides to go along with it. Of course she had some coleslaw, baked beans, mashed potatoes, and some garlic toast to top it all off. Liv was in the middle of stuffing her face with no shame whatsoever when Charly Caruso appeared in the scene. Liv chewed her food and swallowed before she washed everything down with a huge gulp of soda. She burped and adjusted herself in her seat.

Liv Morgan: Ya know Charly... you can SCHEDULE an interview instead of just popping up outta no where, bro. Can't ya see I'm getting up my caloric intake? It's important if I'm finna beat err'body in this bih and be the Queen. Protein for days ya feel me?

Charly Caruso: I - uhh - sure. I feel you..

Liv Morgan chewed the meat off the rib bone she held in her hand. She picked it clean and pointed the bone at Charly Caruso.

Liv Morgan: Actually... ya know what? Why don'cha stick around for a minute, yo. I got a goddamn bone to pick with my opponent, Raquel Diaz! So.. Aiden's little corazon decided to stop playing house wife and play wrestling again. I mean... we all heard her.. she had to "go away and clear her head".. after only having her what.. second match with the company? What a grueling schedule!

Liv Morgan sneered and shook her head. Liv threw the bone down on a plate and went for a chicken wing (flats of course. Drums suckkkk). She dunked the flat into ranch dressing before eating it in one swift motion and tossing that bone down as well. Charly looked on, slightly repulsed by Liv's unladylike eating habits.

Liv Morgan: Then she has the nerve.. THE NERVE.. to say that the "other women" in the company allow for the division to slip into oblivion or son'like that. Like bih! Where you even been at, yo?! Home? And you finna come at me like that? Ah hell no! You messin' wit tha wrong one!

Charly Caruso: I don't think she meant you specifically-

Liv Morgan: I'on care! She don't know nothin' about me, yo, she don't know me bruh! She finna step up in my ring and point the fingah. Nah-uh! Homey don't play dat! I'on care who she might've been talkin' to, cuz you included me in it, regardless. So if it wasn't my business before.. nnow it is! I don't take no disrespect from nobody! I've been here, grindin' since 2015. No injuries have sidelined me, bruh, I've been hustlin' on the road gettin' that cheddar far longer than you. I respect your name and all dat... but I ain't sure I respect you, yanno. I'on deal with messy people and you messy bih! You finna stir the pot, then don'cha be hot under the collar when I bust ya face wide open wit my right hook. POW!

Liv stuck her spoon in some potato salad near by and smashed her fist into her hand to add emphasis. She quickly grabbed the spoon once more and ate a mouthful of the potato salad. Then she bit into the garlic toast and nodded in approval. She began to speak even while still chewing some of her food.

Liv Morgan: Yo, quick shout out to catering for this bomb BBQ. Goes amazing with JR's BBQ sauce - if ya'll never tried it ya'll be missin' out! This is giving me life right now, yo!

Liv then took a long drink from her soda and wiped her mouth with a napkin, getting any lingering BBQ sauce that was on her face.

Liv Morgan: But for real, for real, Lil Raquel about'ta found out she poked the wrong beehive, cuz this Queen bih finna sting yo ass and defend what is rightfully mine! She be all high up on some pointless Rumble win.. err'body know the Royal Rumble ain't even great, bruh. Truth bomb. It's all about luck, no skill. That's just straight FACTS. But now since she wanna be blamin' everyone but herself for the fall of the division, I'ma have to take her ass to school and teach her a lesson in hard knocks! She ain't no nothin' about that... spoiled lil princess comin' from money and a famous wrestling family. Just another one of these silver-spoon losers who think they have what it takes just because of some name. Well sweetheart, prove your worth. We don't wanna hear about it, we wanna see it. So do me a favor and bring your best. Fire away, yo. I'll even let you take the first shot. But'cha bett'ah make it great because after that.. well.. I'm finna drop you in a minute. I ain't even playin'!