Run This Town

[Jayme]

OOC - Good luck Ben. Tried to do what I could for a rp. Time has been limited lately. Permission was granted for the tiny use of Sasha Banks lol.

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The EBWF cameras opened up backstage in the arena set to host Monday night Warfare Live! We are shown the catering area with several tables set up for Superstars to grab a quick bite to eat before the show. Sasha Banks was sat at one of these tables, picking at a few pieces of fruit on her plate. Liv Morgan walked into the room and shot a head nod in acknowledgement of Sasha. Sasha returned the nod as Liv went to get a plate of food. Meanwhile, none other than Summer Rae, walked in catering and headed over towards her longtime friend and stablemate, Sasha Banks. Summer quickly slid into a seat beside her and exhaled in annoyance.

Sasha: What's up with you?

Summer: I just heard I have to face Nikki Cross tonight. Like... seriously? I'm expected to wrestle with that inbred, poor excuse of a hog? Gahhhhh-ross!


Summer took a sip from her water bottle and shook her head at Sasha.

Summer: Like seriously, I'm so not amused by this. Who is even booking this crap anymore?

Sasha simply shrugged her shoulders and continued to snack on her food. Liv Morgan was now through the food line and headed towards the two of them. She appeared to want to start a conversation with the Boss. As Liv went to take a seat, Summer's face contorted into a disgusted look. Sasha didn't seem to mind Liv being there one bit.

Liv: Ay'yo, Sasha, I just wanted to say-

Summer: UMMMMM... Hold up. What are you even doing right now? You can't really think that you'd be allowed to sit with girls like us, do you?

Liv: Well I was just here to talk to Sasha for a hot minute, yo, chill. This ain't high school y'know.

Summer: Well MAYBE you should go back to high school and learn how to SPEAK ENGLISH CORRECTLY. Second, you are NOWHERE near OUR status, so it's pretty laughable that you'd even think sitting at this table with us would ever be an option. Now get to steppin', Riff Raff.

Liv: I-

Summer snapped, her face full of anger now. She slammed her fist down on the table which caused them all to jump in place.

Summer: I SAID seat's taken, Forrest. You can't sit here. Now run along!

Summer fanned her fingers out towards Liv Morgan to "shoo" her away. Liv scoffed and stood up, looking at Summer once more in agitation before turning and walking off. Summer shook her head in disbelief.

Summer: Like really? Did home girl take one too many kicks to the head or what? Thinking she can hang around us and ride our coattails? I think not!

Summer snottily flipped her long hair over her shoulder as the two continued to chat away. The camera faded out to a commercial break.

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Once the cameras returned from commercial break, Summer was now in the corridor backstage alongside Renee Young with microphone in hand. Renee smiled at the camera and began to speak.

Renee: Welcome EBWF Universe, we are here backstage Live for Warfare. I am standing here with resident Mean Girl, Summer Rae. Summer, it's good to see you around again.

Summer: Again? Like I left. EBWF can't get rid of me, believe me, many have tried, and all have failed. In case you all forgot, you are looking at one of the STAPLES in this Women's division. Do you know how many nails I broke since I've arrived in EBWF? How many hair extensions I've had to replace, because these repugnant opponents they keep having me face have no idea how expensive hair and nails are. I have sacrificed A LOT for this business. Years ago, when my girls and I arrived on the scene, we told everyone how we would take the world by storm. And we did just that. No matter how many teams swore they would dispose or disband the Mean Girls, and you know what, Renee?

Renee: What?

Summer: ALL of them have failed! Now I might admit that perhaps the Mean Girls have become a bit to relaxed around here. We ran this place, and you can bet we will again. Maybe we let ourselves kick our feet up a little bit, enjoy some much needed pampering, some tropical vacations and the like, but now.... looking at the state of the Women's division... it has shaken me to the core.

Renee: What do you mean by this?

Summer: What do I mean? Look at our division. We have girls like Nikki Cross getting contracts in the most elite company of all? Someone had to be sloppy drunk when they made that horrible decision.

Summer sighed and shook her head.

Summer: Nikki Cross thinks she's got me beat before the bell has even rung. Well she's got another thing coming for her. She thinks it's going to be so easy to make me bleed?

Summer forcibly laughs.

Summer: I've been threatened by bigger and better, and even they weren't successful in carrying out their empty threats. Nikki wants to play dirty? I'll gladly join in the fun and games. I may have a squeaky clean, flawless appearance, but I don't mind getting my hands dirty if it needs to be done. I'll smack Ms. Piggy around the ring a few hundred times before I drop her with the Summer Crush. This dirty little harlot won't even know what hit her. I'm going to take great satisfaction in being the one to end Nikki's cute little undefeated streak. A few lucky wins with some of the bottom feeding talent around here doesn't make a statement. I'm glad she thinks highly of herself because she beats some of the lowest forms of so called competition. But let me tell you, Nikki's never stepped in the ring with a threat like me. Not only am I way more appeasing to the eyes than she could ever hope to be, I also carry more skill in my pinky toe than that heffer carries in her whole worthless, smelly, lazy carcass.

Renee: Nikki Cross has actually made quite a big statement here in EBWF, beating out the likes of-

Summer quickly threw her palm up flat towards Renee to cut her off.

Summer: Save me the history lesson, like I actually give a damn. As I said, Nikki is going to Eat defeat tonight for dinner, that is... if she has any teeth left when I'm done with her. Now run along Renee, and be a good little messenger. Tell my opponent that it'll be my pleasure to send her off on a stretcher, her short run in EBWF... over. You can bet on it!

Summer sneered and huffed before promptly walking off the scene and the camera faded to black.