REPPIN THE 201 - LIV MORGAN

_______________________________________________________

EBWF camera's opened up focused on a high end shopping center, before slowly zooming in closer to the Air Jordan store located off Yonge Street in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. A few silent moments passed before none other than Liv Morgan stepped into view. The camera followed the young blonde into the store. As soon as Liv stepped into the cool A/C the building provided, she sprawled her arms out and inhaled deeply, smiling.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: I'm so ecstatic right now, yo, this is my home away from home! My church!

Liv looked around the store in awe. The perfectly polished floors, the neatly laid out merchandise, everything had a clean, top dollar appeal to it. Some girls preferred Neiman Marcus or Saks Fifth Avenue, but not Liv Morgan. This was her happy place. Any Air Jordan store. She'd trade her best pair of heels for some fresh kicks any day of the week.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: Hello there, I'm Jim. Is there anything I can help you with ma'am?

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Ma'am?

Liv Morgan scrunched her face in disgust and vigorously shook her head no.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Don't eva' call me ma'am, alright bro! That sounds old as hell, so save that kinda talk for someone who already has one foot in the grave. Someone like Rebel or somethin', ya know.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: Um - who?

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Nah, ya know Jimbo, don't fret. She ain't a V.I.P, in fact, she's not important at all. She isn't even memorable to begin with, so I get why you've never heard of her. Besides, it's not like Rebel has the cash to rock sick shoes like me. She's probably still rockin' some Doc Marten's back from the 90's.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: I'm afraid I'm still not following you...

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Yo, you watch EBWF or ya live under a friggin' rock or wha'?

[|JIM|Lopez|]: Wrestling? Oh... yeah, I watched it when I was seven. Until I learned it's fake...

Liv shot him a glare and he pressed his lips shut.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: I mean err- I'm a huge fan.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Yeah, sure, whatever bro. Ya gonna show me the dopest shoes ya got in here or you just finna blow smoke my way?

Jim stared blankly at Liv for a moment. She snapped her fingers to regain his attention.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Bruuhhh, you are wasting my time. I got limited time for some shoe-therapy and you are pissin' it all away. Not cool, yo. Not cool at all. Anybody else around here wanna help me spend my money or do I need'a go somewhere else?

[|JIM|Lopez|]: No, no, of course not. Don't be silly, follow me this way. Ms...?

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Morgan. Liv Morgan. Ya didn't know, but now ya know so don't forget, capice?

[|JIM|Lopez|]: Yes of course.

Jim walked the young star over to a glass shoe case. Liv grinned from ear to ear and her eyes grew wide as she looked over the hottest new shoes available.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: I'm not sure you can afford these, however, I have more affordable pairs over this way...

Jim started to walk off and noticed she wasn't following. Liv looked offended and shook her head at him once he turned around towards her once more.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Ya kidding me, Jimmy? I make more money now than you've already made in your sad little career flipping shoes. Now get down those Retro 8 D8's. I wanna try 'em on.

Jim nodded and hurriedly opened the glass case. He got on a step ladder and got down the pair she requested. Liv sat on a bench and slipped them onto her feet and admired them.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: These bad boys are like straight up Space Jam style, yo. Siccckk.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: They run $900.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Good, I'll take 'em. Now how about those 13's?

Jim nodded and continued to grab whatever shoe she wanted to try on. After agreeing to several expensive custom pairs of Jordan's, Jim tried to wrap things up.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: Is this everything today?

[|LIV|Morgan|]: I'll let'cha know when I'm done, J.

Liv stopped at looked at a pair of Nike Air Max women's shoes that sparkled under the display lights.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Who the hell would bedazzle some Jordan's with cheap ass Swarovski crystals? I think I'm about to be sicker than the time I drank tap water in Mexico.

Liv laughed and stood up, carrying the shoe boxes over to the register. Jim began to ring everything up.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: Sadly, I have to agree with you. Some people just have terrible taste.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Isn't that the truth. Basically like my opponent on Warfare, Eva Marie. Talk about bad taste. Home girl went from lookin' like the Wendy's girl with flaming red hair, to lookin' like a failed Kardashian reject with an awkward hairline and half the ass, fortune, and fame.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: Eva Marie, I think I remember that one.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Sure, her bright red hair caught your eye but that's it. She's the one wrestler who has literally had a free ride the entire time with little to no work put in. Her sloppy wrestling skills are proof enough to her lack of commitment, bro. Yet here she is, finding herself in a number one contendership match for the EBWF Women's championship. The same Eva Marie who just got a title shot and flopped harder than a fish out of water. Well I'mma about to fry that slimy fish right up with a side of tartar sauce.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: Wow, feisty.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: It's the least I can do for Eva after all the times her and her cronies attacked me in the ring or jumped me backstage.

[|JIM|Lopez|]: And you're so sure you didn't deserve it?

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Deserve it? Nah, they all a bunch of haters that can't stand the fact that I'm the illest chick in the locker room. I got the dopest kicks, the freshest gear, the hottest game, I'm on a roll. While every other chick in the back is trying to form a plan, I'm out there making it happen for me. No hesitation. No planning. Just doing. Just making moves. I'm the only one in the back who had the guts to stand up to the champion. You think anyone else has been brave enough to do what I've done? Hell naw, yo. Not even close!

[|JIM|Lopez|]: So then if that's all true, why aren't you the Champion yet?

Liv licked her lips and nodded her head slowly.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: It's called a work in progress, my man. I know you know nothin' 'bout dat. You don't strike me as a very... ambitious individual. Kinda like you're just okay staying where you're at in life and that's okay by you. You'd get along great with my opponent Rebel. She shares that in common with you. Ya know, just leaving the cruise control on through your whole sad little life and wonder why big things never happened to you. Say Jimmy-Jam, you got a girl?

[|JIM|Lopez|]: No.. Why?

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Hey, I'm sure that one day, once Rebel is tired of being my punching bag, she will hang up the boots and retire. Maybe I'll refer her to apply her and you two can bathe in mediocrity together. You can send me a thank you card in the mail later. But don't bother with any wedding invitations because I won't ever attend. Just a heads up.

Jim rolled his eyes as Liv swiped her credit card. The transaction was approved and Liv took her receipt off the printer, not even giving Jim a chance to hand it to her. Liv collected her shopping bags and paused for a moment.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Next time, maybe you shouldn't insult your customers before you know how much they can actually afford. Especially when that person is a professional wrestler, and could take you down in the blink of an eye, just like I will to Eva, Rebel, and Alexa Bliss in our upcoming match on Warfare. As far as you are concerned, Jimmy, consider yourself lucky that I don't call in to your superior and have you fired for insulting me on more than one occasion today. I'm feeling nice today after all, and well, your career isn't the one I'm looking to end today. So I hope you enjoy the rest of your mundane life.

Liv Morgan smirked in a cocky fashion before grabbing her shopping bags and walking out of the store without another word. The scene faded out to black.

_______________________________________________________

The cameras returned focused on the backstage interview area. A giant EBWF logo hung up in the background against a deep red curtain. A 42' TV screen was set up off to the side. Renee Young smiled into the camera and raised her microphone up to her lips to speak.

[|RENEE|Young|]: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is Renee Young here, live at the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada for Warfare. I am backstage with my guest at this time, EBWF's youngest signed talent, and the 2017 Women's Royal Rumble winner, Liv Morgan!

Liv basically hopped into view of the camera and smiled at Renee. Liv seemed more amped up than normal which caught Renee Young by surprise.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Ey'yooo wad up CAN-A-DAAAA?

Liv jumped up in place and laughed.

[|RENEE|Young|]: You certainly seem full of energy tonight, what gives?

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Ya know, Renee, I'm completely amped tonight. I'm more than ready to skip down to that ring and clean house. It's trash night ladies, and I'm on clean up duty. That means all ya'll sleeping in a dumpster tonight. I'm positive at least two of you use to live in a trash can for a permanent residence, so you'll probably feel right at home. Maybe even a trip or two down memory lane. But you all can consider it an upgrade from ya girl Liv Morgan.

[|RENEE|Young|]: If you don't mind me asking, which two of your opponents do you believe use to reside in a trash receptacle? I'm curious to know.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Well obviously Rebel, one look tells ya she's straight outta the trailer park back in Oklahoma. She probably still lives there.

[|RENEE|Young|]: Alright... and who else?

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Eva Marie when she was on the sauce, bro. That was at least until she was able to finance that fake chest of her's.

[|RENEE|Young|]: Well what about Alexa?

Liv sighed and pushed back her snapback a little on her head.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Everyone knows that Alexa is just the troll under the bridge who tries to jump you for your lunch money. All it takes is a little WHAM-BAM-thank you ma'am!

Liv did a few punches at the air to emphasize her point.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: On the real, 'Nee, I've been ready for this. Clearly I'm the only one worthy enough to take on Natalya. What has Alexa Bliss done to earn this opportunity? Nothing. She's been hiding in a hovel somewhere in the Shire while I've been pulling off win after win after win. I literally lose count of all those W's, yo.

Liv tucked back some of her straightened platinum blonde hair behind her ear.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: I'm barely scratching my prime, but I know I'm ready to be champion. I've more than proved that I have more to offer than most of these chicks in the locker room COMBINED! Natalya knows I'm a real threat to her title reign, and I bet she'll even watch this match tonight. Her fist will be clenched while she begs for me to lose, but she will be gravely mistaken. Come hell or high water, yo, I'm leaving tonight with my number one contenders spot. Then Natalya will notice the tick-tock noise in her head, that one she can't get rid of no matter how hard she tries. Well lemme tell ya, that noise, is the countdown to when I end your pointless title reign as our Women's champion.

Liv cut herself off when she held her hand up. She pressed her lips tightly together for a moment and exhaled slowly.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: But before I get carried away with all that, my focus is on Alexa, Rebel, and Eva Marie. I've already beaten all of these women, some more than once. But I'll do it time and time again if it's what I have to do to get my hands on some gold around here. I think we can all agree that I am the only one who really qualifies as championship material in this match. What's Rebel going to do for us as Champion? She preaches about southern class? How the hell am I suppose to buy into a girl named Rebel possessing any kind of class? She needs to stop with all that mess. Rebel can't even win a match for God's sake. Moving on, let's see... and then we have Eva Marie as a... as a...

Liv snickered and covered her mouth to try and prevent it.

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Yo, I can't even say that without wanting to die of laughter. Eva Marie and Women's championship don't even belong in the same sentence together. No one would ever take her seriously and she'd probably just pose for nude pics with the belt because she has no idea what else to do with it. She'd only tarnish the title worse than any other talentless hag that got lucky enough to ever hold the belt, 'yanno. Then we're left with Alexa Bliss. We've already seen Alexa as champion and the only reason she was ever champion for as long as she was, was because of Zahra Schreiber and I. We carried her and she knows it. Alexa is nothing without us. She is nothing without me. I'm sure Alexa will have some long winded insult to toss my way since she's still mad about me winning the Women's Rumble. Apparently I pissed in her cheerios and she won't ever let me hear the end of it. But it's whateva', Renee. I ain't sweatin' it because Alexa is busy holding a grudge from months ago, and I'm looking beyond that. She's busy checking the rearview mirror while I'm looking straight ahead. I'm ready for the future and what it holds for me. So let her hatred eat her from the inside out for all I care.

[|RENEE|Young|]: Well it seems you are quite confident in your ability to become the next number one contenders for the Women's championship...

[|LIV|Morgan|]: Why wouldn't I be? Let's see these girls try and stop me from achieving what is clearly my destiny.

Liv nodded a 'whaddup' nod to Renee Young and walked off the interview set without another word. Renee simply shook her head at the camera as the scene faded to a commercial break.

_______________________________________________________