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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2018 11:57 pm
OOC - Sorry for a small showing. Typed this after I got off work since I haven't had much time I did what I could. Good luck Nick =)
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Liv Morgan sat in a chair in hair and makeup. She had her shiny gold Womens title propped up on a table beside her. Liv chilled back in the chair while the makeup artist went to work on her for the PPV. Liv pulled out her cell phone and started up snapchat.
Liv: Hey yo EBWF it's ya girl, the Champ, live backstage. My homie Eileen is hookin' me up on a good look tonight. Gotta be photo ready when I take it to my opponent, Mandy Rose, for the second time in a row! She obviously didn't learn a damn thing the last time she stepped in the ring with me. I snatched her bald just like I said I would, I'm surprised she even had the nerve to show her face around here again! It's too bad she didn't want to heed my warning yanno? Ya can't say I didn't worn the bihh. But dont'cha worry, I got my freshest pair of Jordan's on, laced up nice and tight so I can run amuck on Mandy Rose! Home girl must be out her damn mind if she finna mess with me again. She's either persistent or stupid. I think it's more likely the second one. But like Forrest Gump said.... stupid is as stupid does. Mandy might be a well polished, picture perfect and well spoken athlete. But she isn't very street smart. Ya see, that's where I get my advantage. I get down and dirty, I play by my own rules. I do WHATEVA it takes, yo. I don't play around, I get the job done. Ask anyone around who has ever stepped in the ring with me. I admit, a few of y'all got me here or there, everyone has an off day, know what I'm sayin'? Sometimes the lights are a lil' too bright, maybe the audience is hyped to hell and back but that noise just gets ya all distracted. Eyelash in the eye mid match, or ya trip up on your shoe strings. It happens to the best, bro. It happens to the best.
Liv tucked some hair behind her ear and adjusted the camera.
Liv: But mark my words when I say that tonight ISN'T one of those nights! I'm 100 and I STAY 100! Mandy don't know nothin' 'bout that, ya feel me. And ya know what, Manderz? I'ma do it all ova again, you can count on that ish! Just don't be leavin' ya cheap makeup skid marks all over my kicks this time. I had to toss the last pair because that stain wasn't EEEEVVVAAAA comin' out, bro. That ain't cool. In fact, it really pissed me off! I don't go scuffin' up your over priced hooker shoes, so show some damn respect to the Champion by not markin' up my kicks. Otherwise you're finna pay for that too! If ya don't understand what I'm on about, then speak up. I'll gladly spell it out for ya with my fists. I'll straight tenderize yo face like a cheap steak from Wal-Mart, bihh. I'll even whip up a sweet ole' side of my feet, your spine. A few homegrown chops to the chest, right before I pound that mug into the ringmat and roll ya out like I'm about to bake some cookies, homie. You messin' with the wrong one Mandy, ya didn't learn ya lesson last time... so I guess I'll just have to beat it into you once and for all.
Liv rolled her eyes and licked her dry lips before speaking up again.
Liv: I mean forreal forreal... Mandy must be a glutton for punishment, yo, cuz she sure can't seem to get enough of me. Sure 'nough she's always running her mouth about me. Like chill girl, I know I'm pretty dope but no need to get obsessed! Pump ya brakes and slow down a lil before ya have a blowout. I know you're jelly of where I be. Of what I got. Of where I'm headed. I dig that. But ya can't be me, Mandy, and don't ever try. This role is filled by me and I ain't goin' nowhere. So tighten those Nikes and come dance with the Champ. Do ya best and watch as I blow you away. Again. In front of all those fans in the audience. On Live TV. Mandy thought she was embarrassed the last time? She ain't seein' nothin' yet, bro!
Liv stuck her tongue out at the camera, and the snapchat filter was activated as a animated tongue and huge googly eyes for a moment. Liv laughed and ended the recording before setting her phone down. Once Eileen finished up, Liv hopped off the chair and grabbed her title before she headed off down the hallway. It wasn't long until Renee Young made the quick approach towards the EBWF Women's Champion. Liv now had the title around her slender waist as she strolled cooly down the corridor backstage.
Renee: Liv! Liv wait up!
Liv popped a piece of gum in her mouth and chewed on it a bit. She turned and nodded to Renee. Renee smiled and didn't waste much time speaking.
Renee: Thank you, Liv for waiting. I know you are incredibly busy as Women's Champion...
Liv nodded her head in agreement.
Liv: Yeahhhh I guess I'm usually pretty busy, but it's cool Renee. I know you got some Q's for me, so just shoot.
Renee: Alright well, many wanted to know what you had to say about facing Mandy Rose tonight for the title?
Liv: There ain't much to say, Renee. I clearly didn't knock sense into her last time so I gotta do better this time. I got that mental note filed away in my brain for tonight, no worries. I'm sure Mandy is busy clicking her heels on the floor, rolling her eyes and claiming she has no idea who I am... we all know that's quite laughable, bro. She knows EXACTLY who I am! I'm the ONE who kicked her back down to reality and snatched her title before she even knew what was happening. It's gonna be the same. damn. thing. tonight. I feel like a broken record saying it, but the truth is the truth. Mandy was only ever meant to be a flash in the pan, fly by night, type of wrestler. She was never meant to be here long term, and I'm gonna show all of you. Mandy was a temporary spot filler who somehow grew into like... well, like a category 5 clinger. She's holding on to any shred of relevance that she can, digging her nails in trying to hang on for the ride. No matter how many times I've stomped on her fingers to be rid of her once and for all, she somehow manages to stick around. Obviously she felt she deserved a title rematch, but we all know how this song and dance is gonna end... Mandy on the floor, bruised, beaten, and broken, while I stand above her, with MY TITLE raised high above my head.
Liv smirked and patted the title around her waist. She winked at Renee and simply continued to walk off without another word. The scene focused on Liv Morgan skipping down the hallway much like a child without a worry in the world would. The scene slowly faded to a commercial break.
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Liv Morgan sat in a chair in hair and makeup. She had her shiny gold Womens title propped up on a table beside her. Liv chilled back in the chair while the makeup artist went to work on her for the PPV. Liv pulled out her cell phone and started up snapchat.
Liv: Hey yo EBWF it's ya girl, the Champ, live backstage. My homie Eileen is hookin' me up on a good look tonight. Gotta be photo ready when I take it to my opponent, Mandy Rose, for the second time in a row! She obviously didn't learn a damn thing the last time she stepped in the ring with me. I snatched her bald just like I said I would, I'm surprised she even had the nerve to show her face around here again! It's too bad she didn't want to heed my warning yanno? Ya can't say I didn't worn the bihh. But dont'cha worry, I got my freshest pair of Jordan's on, laced up nice and tight so I can run amuck on Mandy Rose! Home girl must be out her damn mind if she finna mess with me again. She's either persistent or stupid. I think it's more likely the second one. But like Forrest Gump said.... stupid is as stupid does. Mandy might be a well polished, picture perfect and well spoken athlete. But she isn't very street smart. Ya see, that's where I get my advantage. I get down and dirty, I play by my own rules. I do WHATEVA it takes, yo. I don't play around, I get the job done. Ask anyone around who has ever stepped in the ring with me. I admit, a few of y'all got me here or there, everyone has an off day, know what I'm sayin'? Sometimes the lights are a lil' too bright, maybe the audience is hyped to hell and back but that noise just gets ya all distracted. Eyelash in the eye mid match, or ya trip up on your shoe strings. It happens to the best, bro. It happens to the best.
Liv tucked some hair behind her ear and adjusted the camera.
Liv: But mark my words when I say that tonight ISN'T one of those nights! I'm 100 and I STAY 100! Mandy don't know nothin' 'bout that, ya feel me. And ya know what, Manderz? I'ma do it all ova again, you can count on that ish! Just don't be leavin' ya cheap makeup skid marks all over my kicks this time. I had to toss the last pair because that stain wasn't EEEEVVVAAAA comin' out, bro. That ain't cool. In fact, it really pissed me off! I don't go scuffin' up your over priced hooker shoes, so show some damn respect to the Champion by not markin' up my kicks. Otherwise you're finna pay for that too! If ya don't understand what I'm on about, then speak up. I'll gladly spell it out for ya with my fists. I'll straight tenderize yo face like a cheap steak from Wal-Mart, bihh. I'll even whip up a sweet ole' side of my feet, your spine. A few homegrown chops to the chest, right before I pound that mug into the ringmat and roll ya out like I'm about to bake some cookies, homie. You messin' with the wrong one Mandy, ya didn't learn ya lesson last time... so I guess I'll just have to beat it into you once and for all.
Liv rolled her eyes and licked her dry lips before speaking up again.
Liv: I mean forreal forreal... Mandy must be a glutton for punishment, yo, cuz she sure can't seem to get enough of me. Sure 'nough she's always running her mouth about me. Like chill girl, I know I'm pretty dope but no need to get obsessed! Pump ya brakes and slow down a lil before ya have a blowout. I know you're jelly of where I be. Of what I got. Of where I'm headed. I dig that. But ya can't be me, Mandy, and don't ever try. This role is filled by me and I ain't goin' nowhere. So tighten those Nikes and come dance with the Champ. Do ya best and watch as I blow you away. Again. In front of all those fans in the audience. On Live TV. Mandy thought she was embarrassed the last time? She ain't seein' nothin' yet, bro!
Liv stuck her tongue out at the camera, and the snapchat filter was activated as a animated tongue and huge googly eyes for a moment. Liv laughed and ended the recording before setting her phone down. Once Eileen finished up, Liv hopped off the chair and grabbed her title before she headed off down the hallway. It wasn't long until Renee Young made the quick approach towards the EBWF Women's Champion. Liv now had the title around her slender waist as she strolled cooly down the corridor backstage.
Renee: Liv! Liv wait up!
Liv popped a piece of gum in her mouth and chewed on it a bit. She turned and nodded to Renee. Renee smiled and didn't waste much time speaking.
Renee: Thank you, Liv for waiting. I know you are incredibly busy as Women's Champion...
Liv nodded her head in agreement.
Liv: Yeahhhh I guess I'm usually pretty busy, but it's cool Renee. I know you got some Q's for me, so just shoot.
Renee: Alright well, many wanted to know what you had to say about facing Mandy Rose tonight for the title?
Liv: There ain't much to say, Renee. I clearly didn't knock sense into her last time so I gotta do better this time. I got that mental note filed away in my brain for tonight, no worries. I'm sure Mandy is busy clicking her heels on the floor, rolling her eyes and claiming she has no idea who I am... we all know that's quite laughable, bro. She knows EXACTLY who I am! I'm the ONE who kicked her back down to reality and snatched her title before she even knew what was happening. It's gonna be the same. damn. thing. tonight. I feel like a broken record saying it, but the truth is the truth. Mandy was only ever meant to be a flash in the pan, fly by night, type of wrestler. She was never meant to be here long term, and I'm gonna show all of you. Mandy was a temporary spot filler who somehow grew into like... well, like a category 5 clinger. She's holding on to any shred of relevance that she can, digging her nails in trying to hang on for the ride. No matter how many times I've stomped on her fingers to be rid of her once and for all, she somehow manages to stick around. Obviously she felt she deserved a title rematch, but we all know how this song and dance is gonna end... Mandy on the floor, bruised, beaten, and broken, while I stand above her, with MY TITLE raised high above my head.
Liv smirked and patted the title around her waist. She winked at Renee and simply continued to walk off without another word. The scene focused on Liv Morgan skipping down the hallway much like a child without a worry in the world would. The scene slowly faded to a commercial break.