Fight Fella

[Cory]

Paul Heyman reached up to his collar and adjusted his tie, a rare look quiet contemplation and humility as the camera lit up and focused on his demeanor. He raised the EBWF branded microphone that he held in his hand to his lips.

Paul Heyman: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight in the ring that lies just beyond the curtain that I am standing next to, you will bear witness to something that won't be described as a wrestling match. It won't be described as a technical masterpiece. Far from it. What you will witness tonight between Sheamus and Roman Reigns, is a all out slug fest. A war of bombs and explosives, not one of knives and swords.

Heyman jerked to the side as a large, hulking figure nudged him off to the left of the camera. The picture had to zoom out to reveal Roman Reigns, who looked at him with a scowl. He took the mic from his manager.

Roman Reigns: Last time I was in front of this camera, I told everyone what was going to happen when I had a match with Kevin Owens. To the shock of noone, I made good on my promise to knock his ass out and pick up the win. I also made it pretty clear then that Paul Heyman is my employee. I hired him to line up the opportunities for me. Tonight is one of those opportunities. I have the opportunity to get into a fist fight with a big, tough guy who looks like a big white rooster. Hey may look ridiculous, but Sheamus is a fighter like me. He's a brawler. A bad ass who uses his fists as hammers.

Roman smirked a little, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Roman Reigns: You know, this match may not be for a championship, but it's the match I'm looking forward to the most. To scrap with one of the best brawlers that this business has to offer is something I love to do. I want to fight with born and bred fighters. I want to grapple with wrestling veterans. I want to come at people in their element, and beat them at their own game. That's why I'm the most excited for this fight.

Roman put the mic into Paul Heyman's chest, who reflexively grabbed it. With that, Roman walked off. Heyman watched Roman exit and returned to face the camera.

Paul Heyman: Tonight, my client is going to take the fight to a man genetically programmed to fight. And tonight, he's going to beat that man until he's no longer able to get up. As my client would say... you can believe that.

Heyman smoothed out his jacket and walked off as the scene faded to black.