Boom!

[Jayme]

OOC - I'm so tired and I have no idea where this came from lmao. Enjoy? idk I'm off to bed.

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Renee Young was spotted backstage by EBWF cameras. The backstage staff moved around here in a hurry as they struggled to finish last minute touches for Warfare. Renee Young strolled down the hallway for a few moments before she hears loud thumping. Furious guitars, lots and lots of angry drumming and furious screaming emanated from one of the locker rooms. Renee Young raised her eyebrow in curiosity and decided to figure out who was causing so much ruckus. She knocked on the door but no one answered. The music continued to blare on obnoxiously.

Renee: Uh, hello...?

Renee slowly opened the door.

HERE WE GOOO AGAIN MOTTHEERRFUUCKKERRR!!

Liv Morgan was right in the middle of head banging and moshing in a circle by herself. Since she was in Iowa, she figured what other way was there to prepare for a match in Des Moines than to blare Slipknot. It wasn't exactly her cup of tea so to speak, but it got her pumped up at this particular moment. Liv flailed and kicked around the room, nearly kicking Renee in the face with her Jordans. Liv shrieked when she noticed Renee and quickly stopped.

Come on down and see the idiot right here
Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care
What's the matter with calamity anyways?
Right? Get the fuck out of my face
Understand I can't feel anything
It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay
I feel like a wound
And like I got a fucking gun against my head
You live when I'm dead


Renee went to plug her ears from the noisy music. Liv said "My bad" but her voice was drown out by the music. Renee shrugged her shoulders to signal "what?" since she couldn't speak or hear over the music. Liv walked over to the stereo and turned the volume dial way down and turned back to Renee.

Liv: Yo my bad, 'Nee. Sorry you saw that, bruh, I was trying a new match prep technique.

Renee: Solo moshing?

Liv: Yeah, exactly. See, you get it. It's good cardio, yo. Get's ya heart pumping. Energy just bursts through ya and you want to tear shit up, bro.

Renee: I never thought you were a Slipknot fan...

Liv: I'm not, actually. This is my old roommates CD that was jammed in my car stereo for months. I got a hanger and dug this motha' out and it still played. Then I noticed that CD was titled IOWA and well, here we are, in Iowa. Not only in Iowa, but in Des Moines. How cool, huh? So I fig'yad why not pay some homage to this town and listen to their local rockstars or whateva' ya wanna call 'em. A lil' furious for my taste, but yanno... it gets ya pumped. I'm ready to windmill my way through this match and knock Trish Stratus back a decade or two, yo.

Renee: Windmill?

Liv: Honestly, I only heard it when I was on youtube looking into metal concerts and what not. Ya just like... flail around and punch and kick people. I'mma do that to her tonight.

Renee: I will pretend to understand your reasoning behind this new um... match prep technique you have. Very... erm, interesting. May I just say it's quite a violent song you went with.

Liv: Violent?

Renee: Yeah he literally just yelled "get the f--- out of my face."

Liv: Pfft nah, he said "get the duck outta my face"... cuz yanno, he's clearly concerned about animals and their safety. I mean their clowns in masks, aren't they? How mean can they be?

Renee: I... have no idea?

Liv: Me either. Movin' on, yo.

Renee: Alright, well... tonight, Liv, you are scheduled in the semi finals for the 2018 EBWF Queen of the Ring against Trish Stratus.

Liv popped her hand up to stop Renee Young in her place. Renee held her tongue.

Liv: Ya ain't tellin' me nothin' I didn't already know, 'Naynay. I knew it was time to lace up the J's and step in the ring with the infamous Trish Stratus. EBWF's own Duracell Bunny... she just keeps on goin' and goin' and goin' and goin'... will she ever run out of steam? It's anyone's guess at this point. But tonight, the little engine that keeps on truckin', is gonna chug her way uphill harder than she's ever had to before. But ya know what?

Renee: What?

Liv: It ain't gonna matter. Her effort will be remembered by all, but it just won't be enough! I've got that extra mile in me. That extra slice of energy stored in my pocket, waiting to be used at any given moment. Like a shot of nitrous oxide in the last stretch of the race. BOOM!

Liv clapped her hands together for emphasis and smirked cockily.

Liv: I'm too far ahead and she won't be able to keep up. I already squared up with Trish's best friend, might as well face the other half of the team formerly known as Beautiful Dangerous. No Natalya around to keep you entertaining, huh Trish? Nah, now you're just kept locked up until tournament season. It's the only time we see you come out and play anymore. I'm calling you out, bihh. It pains me to admit I respect you Trish, but respect ain't got nothin' to do with tonight, yo. I'm takin' that damn crown so I can get my title back!

Liv looked at the camera then back over to Renee. Liv shrugged her shoulders.

Liv: Now s'cuse me, 'Nee. Catering's got a whole pizza with my name on it, and I ain't about to let it get cold. All that moshing worked up an appetite, for real, for real. Now it's time to eat before I compete, ya feel me.

Liv patted her toned stomach which growled loudly. Liv didn't waste time heading off to catering as the scene faded on Renee Young.