The Legit Boss

Nobody needed to wait long for who would answer Liv’s open challenge. Only a couple seconds after she makes her arrogant claims, a familiar theme hits, and out struts Sasha Banks, a big grin on her face as she looks at the ring, while Liv definitely looked a bit more tense. Despite her arrogant claims…she didn’t expect a former Wrestlemania Main Eventer or someone as decorated as Sasha to answer the challenge.

Sasha: “Whoa whoa, Liv honey…relax a bit. Unlike most of the people here or in the locker room, I don’t have an issue with what you’ve been doing. In fact, it’s actually been pretty damn entertaining to watch.”

Liv looks…extremely caught off guard. But only for a second before her arrogance returns in full **** and she starts laughing.

Liv: “Oh, I get it, I get it! You, Sasha Banks, the Legit Boss…wanna be humiliated exactly like Rhea was! That’s it, isn’t it?”

Liv sticks out her tongue brattily and continues cackling while Sasha just shrugs and eyes Liv up and down.

Sasha: “I mean…you are kinda cute. But I’m not out here to just roll over for you Livvy, no matter how much watching what you did to that entitled bitch Rhea was great to watch. No no, you see, I hear a champion hosting an open challenge and I think gold. And everyone knows that I don’t pass up on an opportunity for gold.”

Liv: “Nuh uh, nuh uh, this is non-title. I’m not putting my championship on the line. Even against someone who actually has sense.”

Liv quickly chimes in while the crowd boos. Sasha though just shakes her head and steps in, wrapping an arm around Liv’s shoulders while still grinning.

Sasha: “Oh Liv, you’re clearly missing the bigger picture here. Sure, I get it, you don’t wanna put your title on the line so close to Wrestlemania and with my defense history…I get it. But…but but but but BUT…think of how much bigger this match could be. Sure, Sasha Banks vs THE Two Time Smackdown Women’s Champion Liv Morgan is a big match on it’s own, don’t get me wrong, but imagine it in a different way: Winner Goes into Wrestlemania as Champion: The Legit Boss vs the…what is it you’ve been calling yourself again Livvy? Just figure you should say your own nickname.”

Sasha grins and shoots a wink in Liv’s direction. How much of this was genuine and how much of it was buttering her up was unclear, but it seemed to be working either way if the grin on Liv’s face and the way she was biting her lip was anything to go by.

Liv: “The Hottest, Greatest, most Fatass Champion of all time!”

Liv chimes in happily, before jumping as Sasha playfully spanks her, shooting a glare in her direction while Sasha just shrugs and winks again.

Sasha: “Yeah, that sounds about right. Imagine that match, for the title, in the main event tonight. Imagine how much money that’s worth. In fact, Livvy, I think I have a stipulation you may like too. You interested?”

Liv actually shrugs, not turning down Sasha’s title match idea entirely anymore. Whatever she was doing was clearly working on the egotistical blonde.

Sasha: “Well, you said you are the hottest…and I think we are two of the more…attractive, or just downright sexy, women on the roster…unlike that bitch Carmella…”

Sasha emphasizes her point with a hip bump to a now visibly grinning and slightly blushing Liv Morgan.

Sasha: “So, how about, as a warmup to your match with Rhea too, how about we have a bra and panties match? And, if you beat me…”

Sasha pauses of glance behind Liv and licks her lips visibly.

Sasha: “Yeah, I’ll kiss that fat ass you seem so proud of…or maybe just go back to your hotel room later and…well…”

She trails off and shoots a wink at Liv, who looked very intrigued now. Sasha’s mixture of verbal ass-kissing and flirting was clearly winning the champion over.

Sasha: “So what do ya say Livvy? Wanna put your title on the line tonight in that?”

Liv actually takes a few seconds to think, before raising the mic to her mouth again.

Liv: “Okay, you’re on Sasha. And maybe when I win…I’ll just take both options.”

She shrugs and blows a kiss to Sasha, who gasps and cackles herself.

Sasha: “Great, great…just one more thing Livvy…”

Sasha then grabs Liv by the shoulders, gets up in her face…and then shoves her back into a corner, pinning the bratty blonde back

Sasha: “When I win…I’m gonna make you scream, Liv. See you in the main event.”

Sasha steps back and waves playfully at a now stunned looking Liv Morgan, blowing a kiss before she leaves the win with a clear sway to her hips. She had clearly gotten what she wanted, in Liv’s head, and her to put the title on the line. Now she just needed to win later.