I admonish those who go up against me, and say that - beating me is no easy feat. Look down the line of the men who tried to take me down, and look at the results of those occurrences. Does it seem like I'm some force to be reckoned with? Yet, there is always some new superstar added to the mix trying to take me down and play hero for the day. I reject your deposits and send you back to the end of the line to start again. These people - these superstars shall I say, have their minds filled with imbecility up to the brim, when they speak out and voice their thought when they say that they believe or guarantee that they can beat me. Sorry; but there is no guarantee when you're going up against me, sorry but reality has set in. I kick these people in the head and I knock some sense that had been absent for so long, they then realize that I am not only above them, but ten steps ahead of them. If this were chess, then I'd be screaming out at the top of my lungs; "checkmate!" I'm unstoppable, sorry if you people feel that you've mustered up enough courage and experience to stop me, only to have your hopes and dreams dash down, and crash at the scene of Roman Reigns. I'm not held accountable for injury due to your stupid mistakes."
The arena was covered in a heavy mist that reduced the visibility to the naked human eye, the pyrotechnics, they just struck the stage, creating an array of thrown up dust, of mixed colors upon the stage. These fans cheer for that display, aroused by the simplistic show of fireworks, reflects upon their truly simplistic minds, to be amused by something so minuscule that has no meaning to our every day lives. These fans are worthless, and it amuses me as well, to see their ever deteriorating common knowledge.
Truly, today's society has dumbed these people down, to enjoy such things like this, but of course. Our society is nothing but explosions now, given the fact that we're always in war, always blowing something up, even if it means killing our own people. These people get the benefit, they're not on the marching line, searching for bombs, or they're not on the front-line with a shotgun, or an AK-47 strapped around their shoulder, getting ready to embrace a bullet to the head, or any other exposed area of the body. They're being treated right now, but I see it as my duty, my mission to put each and every one of them in my cross-fire. I'm going to blow them all up, not physically but mentally.
The Fiend shall soon face the wrath afterward, shall he not? Nobody is safe from me in this day and age. We shall call it World War Reigns. Everyone against me, no army to back me up, nothing but a mastermind, and his wit, his mind-games, that's my ammunition. What do these people have? What does The Fiend have? Rephrasing that, who does The Fiend have? Paul Heyman It tickles me to look down on the other side now. Having given the opportunity to bash in the skull of The Fiend has given me a whole new outlook on things.
Given the opportunity to break down other side, whether it be a small minuscule amount has definitely made me mad, mad with anger, unleashing a part of me that has been hidden. Taking out my anger on The Fiend, and eliminating him from the King Of The Ring, sounds like something that I shall enjoy as well. The roar of the crowd giving me a headache, the music blaring out of the public announcement system.
The fans burst out into boos, from sheer impulse, hearing Roman’s theme burst out at a sudden has caused them to show their hate for me. I stand by the curtain, waiting to receive the cue to step out. Microphone in hand, the voices of the fans screaming out "Roman Sucks" I can't hear my own thoughts, I can't hear anything, but I do feel the tap on my shoulder. I step out onto the stage, looking out at the vast preponderance of people booing me, the vast numbers of people, showing that they hate me. I hate them too.
As I pan around the arena, whilst standing upon the stage, the fans continue to boo me. Standing atop of the stage with my Acknowledge Me t shirt, and my black cargo pants . As I walk down the stage, the fans on each side of the barricade try and reach out for me, trying to reach out to get a hand slapped by me. They try and slander me as well, are they stupid? Do they not see what I am capable of? Do they not see what I can and most likely will do to them? These fans are imbeciles. Stupidity is what they're made out of, their intellectual levels are down to almost nothing. Incapable of seeing what is in front of them. They don't Acknowledge Me.
Roman Reigns: Fiend, what would make you so different from the rest of the world, from the rest of the roster? Fiend, you're no different. You may seem, or think that you're superhuman, but when it comes down to it Fiend. I've got everything over you, and I've got the advantage, I've got the experience over you, Fiend you've got nothing, Fiend you are nothing.
Roman puts his head down in thought as the anger of hearing those words come out of his mouth starts to well inside of him.
Roman Reigns: You take one look at a guy like The Fiend and then you look across the ring at a guy like me and you realize that you are looking at two ENTIRELY different species. Yeah, it's true... The Fiend isn't the embodiment of what a prototypical EBWF wrestler is supposed to look like. I've heard it all about the guy. But guess what? He got his ass up every day and he busted his ass and he worked and he sweat and he put it together and got himself to the dance. That's not to say that can't change down the road... but he did what he had to do. Now, does that mean that he can hang with somebody like ME inside my ring? Inside MY yard? The answer is no.
The Head of the Table looks into the camera.
Roman Reigns: He's gonna try... and you guys are going to witness it live and in person. He's gonna bring his ass STRAIGHT to my house... he's gonna walk around back, open the gate and step foot directly into MY yard. MY domain. A place where I am untouchable... and he's gonna try and take food off of my family's table.
Reigns shakes his head in dismay, then continues.
Roman Reigns: Being bloodthirsty for victories, for the greatness that comes with having your hand raised at the end of a grueling showdown is something that any man or women could lay there head down at the end of the night and ride with! Then there is vengeance when the good guy finally triumphed over the forces of evil after coming up short at every...waking...moment. And finally there was the rage of wanting to BE GREAT at everything that you touch! The latter is where you'll find me watching, looking and waiting to unleash an onslaught of ruthlessness.
Roman points his thumbs directly at his chest.
Roman Reigns: That's what is required...all that and MORE when you decide to walk into the darkness. Remembering from a young age as part of the samoan dynasty of professional wrestling, one thing that needs to be understood is my bloodline was built with blood soaked glory! My father was one half of the legendary, monstrous bulldozers....The Headshrinkers. Fiend do you think for one second that my families origin did not involve crimson masks? Did not include suffering or blunt force trauma from barbwire? steel chairs? baseball bats or kendo sticks?!? That my childhood was not one littered with ALL of these vicious torture items?! It was expected, it was embraced within our inner SAVAGERY!!
Those last words trailed off as Reigns belted it out with a battle cry laced with ferociousness standing to his feet, then collapsing back down looking down in reflection. As every word he spoke mattered with his intention to become The King Of The Ring.
Roman Reigns: There's a sick, sadistic and twisted DOG inside just yearning to come forward. And I've become rabid with the thoughts of butchering my fists wrapped with steel onto anyone who steps up, just to be put down. The Fiend especially. Fiend bring all your words, bring your murderous rampage my way, bring the devil himself and you still aren't walking away with a win.
The Big Dog beats at his chest a few times with his right fist and sneers at the camera.
Roman Reigns: Nobody. NOBODY... is going to stop me from being the provider that my family requires. NOBODY is going to stop me from being the provider that all of you out here need. I can see the look on your faces right now... it's the same one that The Fiend is going to have on his face when he stands across this ring... my ring. It's a delusional sense of grandeur. The Fiend is going to find out just like every other man in this tournament is going to find out if they get the losing end of the luck of the draw. This right here... this is my yard. I'm the ravenous pit bull that patrols it and will fight for it with everything that I am. I'm the lion in this jungle that looks over all of my subjects and comes down when necessary to keep order to MY world. I'm the Head of the Table... I'm the King of this Ring. The Fiend is gonna step up and try to take it from me. He is going to try and do the unthinkable... but I don't deal in fairy tales. This is real life, the real world... and in THIS world... I... am the KING OF THE RING.
Roman laughs and exits the ring while his theme plays throught the arena.