Dammit, dammit. You can't find your vest. Ever since you took it off before getting into the ring, it's been missing. You swear that you left it in the locker room, like always. You ask the passing employee if they've seen it, you ask the passing wrestlers if they've seen it, but to no avail. Retracing your steps is useless, since you're certain that it was in the locker room. But..wait. You think again. If it was in the locker room when you left, that must mean..somebody went in there after you and took it.

You scan the halls one last time to see if you can catch the culprit..and sure enough..you find her leaning on the wall wearing your vest. Liv Morgan. It's honestly sad to say that you're not surprised. She's been terrorizing you ever since she laid her eyes on you. She constantly tries to talk to you, and the conversations always end up at the same spot. She wants you to join her, to band as a team. A small ask, right? No. You've told her so many times that you're loyal to your current faction. And yet, she doesn't give it up. She looks up coyly, knowing exactly what she's done and why you're here.

"Hey, you...why do you look so mad at me? What did I do..?" she giggles, you firmly tell her to give you your vest back. She responds with a tilt of her head "I like it when you're bossy..but..to get your vest back, you gotta take it off of me yourself." You can't believe her boldness. You've turned her down how many times, and she's still out here trying (wearing your vest for extra measure). You sigh, and against your better judgement, you slowly start to unzip the vest. Liv maintains her flirtatious eye contact as the zipper starts its descent to the bottom of the vest. Clearly, timing wasn't on your side..and...Damian caught you "in the act" while walking down the hall.

"WOAH! HEY! What's going on here?!" You nearly jump out of your skin. God..what do you say? This situation looks terrible...