Liv Makes an Offer

For the next week, Liv seemingly just existed to piss Rhea off more and more. All she did was post clips of her stripping and stinkfacing Rhea to Twitter and Instagram, and in any interview she had, she talked about stinkfacing her. Meanwhile, Rhea seemed to be losing her mind, anytime anyone even mentioned Liv around her now, she swung at them.

Finally, come Smackdown, Liv made her entrance, having taken her mindgames up to another level, wearing a shirt with a picture of her stinkface on a stripped down Rhea emblazoned on it. She skips to the ring, the crowd reacting in a very mixed way because of how much of a brat she had been acting like recently.

Liv: “Well folks, it’s official: Rhea Ripley can’t get me out of her head!”

Liv throws her head back and cackles again, frowning a bit as she hears a majority boos, but quickly regaining her cocky grin.

Liv: “Honestly, I don’t think she can wait until Wrestlemania to get her hands on me. Luckily for her, I don’t wanna wait until Wrestlemania to humiliate her again and take her title. So I think I have an offer for her. However, Rhea, if you come out here and try to attack me again instead of hearing me out, I’m just going to not show up at any shows and continue posting promos about how I humiliated you with my fat ass until Wrestlemania.”

Liv pauses, looking decidedly smug as she crosses her arms, no response from Rhea yet.

Liv: “Well then Rhe-Rhe, how about this? No matter what happens, we still have our title match at Wrestlemania first of all, they’ve used so much money advertising it and everyone’s showing up to see me stinkface you again anyway, so we can’t cancel that. But…who says that has to be our only match?”

Liv raises an eyebrow, giggling as she looks around.

Liv: “So it’s obvious you wanna get your hands on me, and who can blame you, I’m drop dead gorgeous and have amazing tits and a great fat ass, but anyway; it’s obvious. And I have a solution. Next week on Smackdown, three weeks before Wrestlemania, you have five minutes with me inside of a steel cage with a roof on it. But only five minutes. And if you can make me tap out or pin me during that time, you get to do whatever you want to me for the rest of the night in there, you get to name the stipulation for our match at Wrestlemania, etc, etc.”

Liv pauses, letting her challenge sink in before grinning even wider.

Liv: “But if you can’t beat me in five minutes, and I’m just a slut with a fat ass, so you obviously should be able to do that. But if you can’t…or I beat you…I get that title three weeks early, I get to name the stipulation for Wrestlemania, and you have to admit that you loved me stinkfacing you.”

Liv announces her stipulations with an eager cackle, she was absolutely full of herself. And it sounded like she wouldn’t need to wait long for an answer, as Rhea’s music hit and the champion made her way out, never once turning her hating glare away from Liv.