[|LIV|Morgan|]: I fig'yad (figured) that it'd be a good idea to see the final resting place of this hideous pink nightmare, yo. This hunk of junk, Mary Kay reject, hoopty pile of crap. No one should eva' do this to a Camero, yo. But don't worry 'bout it, a'ight? I made sure to decommission this atrocity for good. Never will ya have to get stuck in traffic behind this eye sore. An Ikeda custom piece of garbage, bro. Let's take a lil' trip down Memory Lane, shall we? For some of ya'll that don't know, this rust bucket was once a prized possession of Natalya's.

Liv jumped off the roof of the car and onto the bent up hood. The car creaked but Liv kept her footing, never losing her balance.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: I'm sure it was her Barbie dream car or whateva', complete with all the bells and whistles, fully locked and loaded, custom leatha'... ya know, the whole sha-bang. But now... it's ruined. It's completely destroyed. Beyond repair. Damaged goods. All. Because. Of. Me.

Liv Morgan pointed at herself with a great amount of pride. The handkerchief she had in her back pocket swayed in the wind behind her. A small broken section of glass in the windshield that remained, cracked and dropped on to the metal hood of the car. Liv stepped on it with her Jordan's, the glass making a crunching noise under her foot.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Well take it all in Nattie, 'memba your old ride and what I did to it? It was all just a little insight into what I'mma do to your career. I know, I know, you're probably shruggin' me off after Wrestlemania like I ain't a threat. That'll be your downfall and it will cost ya big time. I've had months to think of what move I'ma make next. It turns out... I'm not done going for the Women's title just yet. I admit, yo, you handed me my ass in April. You're as tough as they come, I ain't here tryin' to take that from you. You and I put on the fight of a lifetime, and while things didn't exactly go as planned for me, I'm back to try it again. And I will continue to do so time and time again until I get what I want. My eye is on the top prize, sure, but I am also here to prove that you aren't untouchable. I know you like to think you are invincible, but you aren't! There is a way to defeat you. Everyone's got an Achilles Heel, homie. Some sort've fatal flaw. Everyone has it. At Death Before Dishonor, I'm gonna expose your weakness. I'll find it, believe dat. Just remember that you didn't think I could get to you once before, and look at everything I was capable of, yo. I rattled your cage pretty damn good last time, bruh. You thought you were screwin' me but I got'chu right back. I'm pretty good at duckin' shots and dishin' 'em right back. I think you found that out the hard way last time, Nat. In fact, I can't eva' shake the memory of your face when I held that lil' fleabag hostage until I got my match at Mania. It was priceless. Foreva' ingrained into my mind and completely worth it all. I have to laugh every time I see your beefed up security around now to protect that living, breathing, feather duster. It's a friggin' cat, yo. It's not like it's a baby of the Royal family or something.

Liv shook her head and took a seat on the part of the hood that wasn't smashed in. She looked around the junkyard for a minute before she returned her gaze at the camera lens.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Look, I admit I let it all get to me last time. I was so busy seeing red in anger because you stole my moment from me. Something that YOU personally know I worked my tail off for. I got so caught up in seeking a way for some kind of revenge, that I lost sight of what I was really after all along. That title you hold. You trained me to be the winner that I am today. You pushed me to my limits, both when trainin' me, yo, and at Mania. I know we both didn't go home that night without having to nurse multiple battle wounds for weeks. You prepared me for months on end to be the fu'cha (future) around here. I may be at the start of my career compared to you, but deep down, I think you know I am a real threat to you. I've been holdin' my own for a hot minute now, and all I've done is win, win, win. Losses don't come to me often, just look at my record, it speaks for its self. I've done nothing but go up since I got here. Everyone else is too busy laying claim to what they think they deserve, meanwhile I'm here making it all happen. No one else in the back has had the cajones to stand up to Natalya like I have, like they all scared or somethin' like that, I'unno. Just be sure not to get it twisted, I fear no one and nothing. I'm not here to make friends, friends just drag you down. I'm here for the only thing that really matters. The gold. I'll leave all these otha' ring rats to take each other out. They all too busy fightin' over lame insults and it just makes it all the easier for me to step above them and take what is going to be mine. Screw waiting my turn for anything. I just go out there and make it happen. I'm just playin' the game any way I have to in order to get where I need'ta be. I'm sure Nattie understands that, she's never been the cleanest player in the game either. If you don't look out for ya'self, no one else will. And everyone knows that nice girls always finish last. Just look at Rebel as an example of what I mean by that.

Liv slid off the hood of the car and stood on her own two feet. She seemed even smaller now that she was standing on the ground and not on a totalled car.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: I'm the illest chick around, I don't need a squad. I do me all on my own and I'm always keepin' it 100. There's no need for me to be out here frontin', pretendin' to be something I'm not. I've backed up damn near everything I've ever said in that ring, even Nattie has admitted that I've earned my spot around here. She's at least right about that. Every other girl in the back knows it's true. Why else do ya think everybody runnin' up on me cuz they all want a piece? They all are starting to figure out what I've known all along. That I'm destined for greatness. That Women's championship belt WILL be around my waist. It's only a matter of time.

Liv motioned the belt across her waistline and smirked. She adjusted her snapback, billfold to the back as per usual. She walked forward a few steps as heavy machinery could be heard starting up. Liv cleared her throat and spoke a little louder.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Howeva', I didn't just bring ya'll here for a trip down memory lane. I mean, while it's fun to reminisce about how much fun destroying this putrid pile of scrap metal was. I came here for a farewell. This is the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. Today is the day that we completely obliterate this overpriced tin can and get rid of it forever. How, you may be wondering? By smashing it down to size and disposing of it for good. Much like I'ma do to Nattie come Sunday.

The "Engine Ripper" machine pulled into view. This was used by salvage yards to rip out everything in the engine compartment before a car was sent to be crushed down to a tiny block of metal. Liv squinted her eyes and plugged her ears while the machine gutted all the engine parts out of the Camera. Once it was done, the machine backed off so another one could come through and haul it down to the car crusher. Liv Morgan and the camera followed the car and watched as they placed it into the car crusher. Liv watched proudly while the machine went to work. Slowly crushing down relentlessly on the frame of the car until it began to bend and snap, breaking down in on itself for the most part. Once the car crusher came to a halt, Liv turned to look at the camera once more.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: ...And that's exactly how things are gonna go this Sunday, when our champion steps back into the ring with me. She's going to cave and fold under the pressure of having to try to beat me again, just like her car did back there. Nat, you may have got the one up last time, but just barely. It came close enough I think ya could've pissed ya'self, but we all know you won't admit it. It's okay tho, cuz I know the truth. Nobody has dished out a challenge to you that hard in a long time. You don't have to tell me, I could see it in your eyes that night. Deep down, you were truly scared of what I could possibly accomplish that night at Wrestlemania. Unfortunately, my luck wasn't as good as your's was that night. Howeva' that was then and this is now! We're now a few months down the road and I have a feeling things have changed quite a bit since then. I've definitely improved and you.. well... you've had your hands full with pamperin' ya cat or facing Eva Marie, who we all know is not a real challenge. She's roster fodder, yo, everyone knows that. She's too busy sleeping her way into opportunities that lead her nowhere to be focused on actually doing anything of real substance around here. So that was an easy one. Other than that, what challenges have you had since me? None. Face it, I'm the best candidate around here for this match. Like it or not, I'm comin' at you with guns'a blazin' homie. I'ma rob ya blind like Kim Kardashian in Paris. You may feel on top of the world right now, but I'm about to knock ya down a few pegs on Sunday. I think your luck is starting to run dry... much like your career, bro.

Liv shook her head and waved her hand in a dismissal fashion. She promptly walked off as the camera continued to record the machines clearing away the crushed parts of Natalya's former pink Camero. The scene slowly faded out to black.