The scene begins in the backyard of the Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns, at his home in Tampa, Florida. There is a large red oak dining table in the middle of the grass with multiple chairs on either side and a massive throne like chair at the head. Just a few feet away from the main table is a smaller, more colorful table with smaller seats surrounding it and placemats with corresponding crayons for drawing and coloring. Only a few more moments pass before The Big Dog enters his yard and marches straight to his throne and takes his rightful spot at the head of the table. Roman smiles slightly while he looks back and forth at his advisors before looking straight ahead into the camera that has come to rest across the table from him.
Roman Reigns: This. This right here is exactly how MY world operates. The provider sits in the big seat. The King takes his place upon the throne. The Big Dog eats first, he eats well, and the subjects around the table follow in his substantial footsteps. Personal feelings aside, you have no choice but to accept the world as it is and acknowledge your Tribal Chief as your King. Men and women who know their place get a chair at the main table.
The Big Dog laughs to himself while shaking his head slightly up and down. He pauses for a moment and then slowly pushes himself away from the table and stands up out of his throne before moving slightly to his left.
Roman Reigns: Seth Rollins, you will fall to the Head of the Table.
Roman sneers and stares straight into the camera.
Roman Reigns: This... is where you belong. (Roman motions over to the kid's table that is set up to the side of the yard.) Seth you are the same kind of child that I've been having to deal with my entire career. I don't even have to look at you and I can hear you already... "I've fought for my place on the EBWF roster my entire career. I wrestled in high school gyms, bingo halls, and I didn't get paid anything other than my dues to get this chance..."... and still, nobody cares. I don't give a damn what you've done or where you've been. You're jealous because I walked into the EBWF and wasted no time getting placed in the Main Event and have yet to relinquish my spot without having to rough it in the Indy's like you. So you take your jealousy and you turn it into comedy. You sit there and you make your little jokes, you throw your school yard insults out like candy and try to make sure that the eyes of the world are moving in your direction. But unfortunately for you… I'm not laughing.
The Tribal Chief walks back to the big table and once again sits in his throne.
Roman Reigns: This isn't a game to me. I come to work ready and willing to do whatever it takes to make sure I continue to keep my place at the Head of the Table. I fight for it. I live for it. I'll die for it. You can continue to sit over there at the kiddie table and you can throw your food around and you can pout and whine and complain all you want. I've heard it a thousand times and I'll hear it a thousand times more. It doesn't matter. At the end of the day, I will continue to dominate inside MY ring. I'll continue to wreck everyone and leave. I'll continue to prove that I'm the Main Event in EBWF. I'm the STAR ATTRACTION. This is my jungle.
He reaches over and grabs a glass from the table before taking a sip and moving his long hair out of his face so he can continue.
Roman Reigns: I know what you are thinking right now. You truly believe that you have what it takes to stop Roman Reigns. You know in your heart that if it comes down to a strict wrestling match that you are going to out work me at every turn. You think that you are better wrestler than I am.
Roman shakes his head back and forth.
Roman Reigns: Guess what? You are. You've been trying to be the best inside the squared circle since the day you were born. We've already made it clear that you've been fighting to make it to EBWF you entire life so it would stand to make sense that if it comes down to technical wrestling... you have the advantage in spades Seth.
The Tribal Chief puts his hands on the table and continues to stare ahead into the camera.
Roman Reigns: It's true and there is no denying it. So I just gotta know... how does it feel to realize that all your hard work... all those days training until your body couldn't take it any more... all of the blood, sweat, and tears that you've produced to finally get this chance at the big time... to finally get this chance at becoming bigger than you ever thought possible... how does it feel to know that all of your sacrifices... all of your dedication... all of the wrestling training in the world... means JACK shit. All of the training in the world isn't gonna save your asses when I march down to my yard and catch you pissing in it. You can learn to take a fall, they can teach you all day how to try and take a punch but when the BIG DOG in THIS yard punches you right in the mouth it's going to be the wake up call that you've sorely needed for some time. I don't give a damn where you came from or how good you think you are. I don't fucking care about your asperations or your goals. The only thing that I care about is beating you within an inch of your life and forcing you to ACKNOWLEDGE me. . I want the entire EBWF Universe to bow down to THEIR... Tribal Chief. The jokes are over. I'm coming to deliver the PUNCHline. Believe... that.
The Head of the Table starts to clench his jaw in anger as he never takes his eyes off of being locked straight ahead seemingly talking directly to Seth Rollins. We slowly start to fade away while the Big Dog takes another sip from his chalice and sits back in his throne.