CEOD

[Jayme]

OOC: I fell asleep at the computer. I'm dirty 30 now, old AF. Falling asleep at 10pm on a Fri night lmao so this is super short. Happy Holidays to all!

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The EBWF cameras quickly panned the Gateway Arch of St. Louis, along with many other well known spots around the city, before panning in on the Scottrade Arena where EBWF was set to take place for it's infamous Christmas Eve of Destruction. EBWF was back in it's hometown and ready to tear the roof off the arena! The cameras then cut backstage in the catering area. Liv Morgan appeared, sat lounged back in a metal folding chair with her feet propped up on the table. Liv tore up a plate of buffalo wings with hella ranch and celery to be a little healthy. Liv noticed the camera crew and Renee Young making their way over to her. She didn't bother sitting up straight in her chair, or putting her plate of food down. The young Jersey native simply looked up and gave a head nod in acknowledgement.

Renee: Aren't you suppose to be preparing for your Elimination Chamber match tonight? It's kind of a big deal....

Liv: Th-ats wut. I'mad-oing.

Liv said with a stuffed mouth to the best of her abilities. She chewed and swallowed before speaking again.

Renee: Um... was that even English?

Liv: I said, that's what I'm doin', yo. Match prep is goin' down right as we speak. Gotta fuel up before the battle, yanno. Ya never heard of pre match buffalo wings and a slice of 'za? Wash that b down wit some soda and ya got a recipe for success, bro. That's not a thing where you're from?

Renee: I'm from Canada...

Liv: Oh, well no wonder.

Renee: ...and I'm pretty sure that's NOT a thing anywhere in the world...

Liv: Oh. It is. We can agree to disagree, yo it's all chill. You probably like Canadian Bacon, which I just call Ham. I like American Bacon. We clearly don't see eye to eye, yanno.

Renee: Right... well anyways, can you please share with us your thoughts on being a part of the EBWF's first ever Women's Elimination Chamber match for the EBWF Women's championship?

Liv licked off the sauce from her fingers and grabbed a napkin to take care of the rest. She waded up the napkin and tossed it on her plate of bones on the table.

Liv: It's a legit situation to step in the ring with the best of the best. We're finna make mad history tonight tho tearing it up in the ring!

Liv sat up straight in her chair and planted her feet on the ground.

Renee: This will make your fourth chance at the Women's title this year, yes?

Liv: You bet, but ya girl is just gettin' started. Dead ass, every woman in this match deserves this chance, and even if we like to act all hard, may the best woman win. Simple as that. But... Lord help any of you in this match that scuff up my new Air Jordan 11's or I'ma knock yo lights out. Ya feel me?

Liv stood up from her seated position and tossed the plate into the trash without much effort.

Liv: Now s'cuse me 'Nee, I got bid-ness to handle, yo.

The camera panned back to Renee Young who watched Liv walk off and just simply shook her head. Cameras faded to commercial.