Liv Morgan had been keeping a low profile ever since her interference during Zahra and Alexa’s championship match at Fanniversary. While Liv had initially been aiming to attack Alexa, clearly and attempt at revenge after Alexa Bliss had successfully destroyed Liv’s personal Jordan collection.This single event devastated Liv and she had been in and out of a depression while she had mourned every single pair that Alexa had vengefully tossed into the wood chipper. Then to add insult to injury, Alexa had taunted Liv with pieces of her beloved shoe collection for weeks, throwing them in her face and laughing about it. Liv knew that the EBWF Women’s title meant EVERYTHING to the self proclaimed “Goddess of professional wrestling”.. So Liv made it her mission to make sure Alexa would never get her grubby hands on the gold, no matter the cost.

While her initial plan had gone awry, the end result was the same. Liv had been stopped by Women’s GM Angelina Love, who prevented Liv from getting her hands on Alexa. The referee managed to get between Angelina and Liv, and when Liv threw her arms out in defeat, it caused the referee to fall back into Angelina, therefore sending Angelina into the ropes which caused Alexa Bliss to fall from the top turnbuckle through a table. Liv knew that Alexa would be hellbent on revenge.. so laying low was probably best. Not that Liv was ever afraid of a fight.. But she didn’t want to run the risk of them crossing paths and breaking out in a fight, potentially costing them any title opportunities for the foreseeable future.

Liv sat on top of an equipment box that was shoved up against the hallway wall. She sat Indian style and her back rested against the concrete wall. Liv wore a black over-sized hoodie with the hood up covering her head and most of her face. She watched videos on her phone and occasionally laughed at them. After a few short moments passed, Renee Young walked into the picture and was just about to walk right by Liv Morgan and stopped. Renee Young slowly backtracked a few steps and looked over at Liv, squinting her eyes and furrowing her eyebrows to make out who it was.

Renee: Uh.. Liv?

Liv stopped laughing mid giggle and looked up wide eyed for a moment.

Liv: Yo Lex ain’t around bro, right? Tell me she ain’t here or somethin’.

Renee: Uh.. well - I haven’t seen her yet so I think you’re in the clear. May I ask why you are avoiding Alexa?

Liv shot a stern “really?!” type facial expression at Renee Young.

Liv: I think you and everyone else be knowin’ why I am layin’ low, yo. I ain’t scared of nothin’, I’m just not about’ta lose my shot at the title over that trolls temper, for real for real.

Renee nodded her head slowly and stepped closer towards Liv who simply remained where she was.

Renee: Angelina would certainly frown upon an altercation between the two of you, especially outside of the ring, so that’s perfectly understandable. May I ask what you’re doing to bide your time?

Liv shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

Liv: Watching cat videos, honestly. This ish nevah gets old, yo!

Renee shook her head.

Renee: Cat videos? Shouldn’t you be preparing for your match on Warfare instead?

Liv: Chilllll Naynay. I got this. I’m already preparin’, yo, right now.

Renee: ....with cat videos?

Liv: I mean, I’ve always been a dog person myself, bro, but I fig’yard (figured) with my opponent always wanting to lick people and things.. Before chewing their skin or some ish like that.. That maybe.. Just maybe she’s a cat. So I be on google, searchin’ up cats and you know what?

Renee: What?

Liv: When a cat’s owner dies.. If left unattended, a cat will literally EAT YO FACE!!

Liv’s eyes were wide and she shook her head.

Liv: Broooo. That’s got me twisted, yanno. Cats do some freaky ish kinda like my opponent, Priscilla Kelly. Licking all the time, rubbing stuff, biting flesh, and eating faces.. She’s a goddamn cat, yo! I mean maybe I’m onto something, not even joking right now.

Renee: What exactly does this all mean then?

Liv: What does it mean? WHAT does it mean?!

Liv sat forward and the hood slipped back to reveal her face and pink hair.

Liv: It means that it’s time for this blue tongued brawler to euthanize that fleabag. Home girl had the audacity to compare herself to me like.. BRO!! Who the hell are you even?! Paige’s doppelganger? Paige was nothin’ more than a waste of space to begin wit, yo, so why do we need the off brand version of her? It don’t even make no damn sense! Real talk.

Liv shook her head side to side and sighed, slowly looking back up at Renee.

Liv: Priscilla may dream of championship gold.. But she has yet to become a champion. She hasn’t even had her shot at the strap yet. Trust me when I say.. ya ain’t in the runnin’ wit me sweetheart, not even close. I stay stuntin’, makin’ money moves, bobbin’ and weavin’ on the highway to success, passing up tricks like you left and right. Priscilla.. you just another hurdle to jump over.. Another dolla’ added to my bank account, and another step closer to getting back my title that was unjustly taken from me earlier this year. If it hadn’t been for Alexa and Zahra sticking their noses in my business all damn year long, that title would STILL be around my waist, bro. I guaran-damn-tee that, ‘Nee!

Renee: It had certainly been quite a year for you-

Liv: Ya. I know.. and now I got the poster child of Hot Topic threatenin’ to stuff my mouth full, spring a leak on me, and bite my flesh or some weird ish. That bih probably has rabies and EBWF don’t pay me enough to deal with all’dat! Ya feel me? Do I look like animal control? Hell nah.

Liv pushed some of her pink hair back behind her shoulders.

Liv: At Least when I had to deal with Nattie’s fleabag 2Pawz, I knew he was updated on his shots. I mean 2Pawz’s litter box is probably gold plated and overflowing with hunnids (hundreds). He’s well taken care of. But my opponent on the other hand.. Not so much, bro. Priscilla.. Is on the exact opposite side of the spectrum, yanno.

Renee: No not really, but go on..

Liv: Priscilla Kelly is that one pet that no one wants around. No matter how much ya chase ‘em off with the wat’ah hose they keep coming back lookin’ for handouts. She appears a bit sickly.. Disease ridden. Flea infested.. feral. Ya know what they do with unwanted nuisances like that, that nobody wants? Hm? Do ya?

Renee Young just shook her head slightly but said nothing.

Liv: They get put to sleep! Ya see.. when a pet breaks the skin on a person, they get put down for good. That’s what I’m finna do on Warfare. Ain’t no room around here for strays, bih! I got a new pair of Jordan's in the locker room, and I’m hella ready to break ‘em in with your face tonight. Allow me to officially introduce myself to the new kid on the block. I’m Liv Morgan and ya ain’t got a chance in hell. Ya may have got a lil lucky facing off against the bottom of the barrel but you're facing a former champion. You ain’t nev’ah faced someone like me, homie. Bet! I’m the only one around here kickin’ A’s and rockin’ J’s, bruh. You don’t know nothin’ about that, bro, so don’t front!

Liv sneered and slid off the equipment box, standing on her feet. In the distance, Alexa Bliss could be heard talking loudly to someone out of view. Liv’s eyes widened and she ducked down somewhat.

Liv: That’s my cue to cheese it, bro!

Liv quickly jogged off down the hallway in the opposite direction that Alexa’s voice was coming from. Renee Young shook her head as the camera slowly faded to a commercial break.