The camera faded in on Roman Reigns, who looked up just as he was putting on one of his wrist guards. He was already decked out in his signature Roman Reigns attire - a branded flak jacket and black tactical pants. His hair was tied up in a man bun behind his head.
Roman Reigns: Tonight, the King of the Ring tournament moves on as I take on my next opponent in the brackets, Cesaro. Last time I was in the ring, I sent Bully Ray to the showers, and ended his King of the Ring aspirations. I beat him despite the fact that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was gonna win, just like I'm sure Cesaro knows without a shadow of a doubt that he's gonna win.
Roman smirked at the thought. He looked to his left. Then, he looked to his right. With a shrug and a smile, his gaze returned to the camera.
Roman Reigns: As you can see, Paul Heyman ain't here. He's on a plane somewhere, making sure that my travel accommodations are taken care of. Making sure that every opportunity that this company has to offer has my name penciled in on it. His ass works for ME. So he ain't out here to run his mouth about how Cesaro is terrible and I'm the greatest gift to pro-wrestlin' since Sammartino. I'm not all about that kind of hype. So you're gonna hear from my own words what I think about the "Swiss Superman".
Roman's expression became more serious as he looked directly into the camera.
Roman Reigns: I like the guy. I have a lot of respect for him. What, did you think I was gonna come out here and talk a whole bunch of crap about a guy that's never done anything to me?
He shook his head.
Roman Reigns: Nah. Cesaro's a beast. Pound for pound, might be the best athlete in this business. So, beating him is going to be a different fight than the one I had with that fat tub of shit I fought in the last round, who only had his calf muscles goin' for him. I'm gonna be in for a fight. I'm going to have to wear him down, little by little. I'm gonna have to outlast him, because Cesaro's got a bigger tank of gas than anyone in this company, I'll bet you that. Do I have my work cut out for me? You bet your ass I do. But I didn't come to the EBWF because this place is easy street. I didn't come here to get thrown softballs my whole career. EBWF is where you wanna be if you want to say with a straight face that you're the best. EBWF is where you wanna be if you want to say that you scratched, and you clawed, and you climbed as hard as you could to become the man, and that actually means something. So, yeah. Cesaro is gonna be a challenge. But just like every other challenge that's been laid in front of me while I've been here, I'm gonna look him in the eye.
Roman put his palms on his knees and stood up. He looked menacingly into the camera.
Roman Reigns: I'mma get up in his face. And then...
Roman's lips curled into a smile.
Roman Reigns: I'mma put his lights out.
With that, Roman cocked his fist and punched the camera lens dead on. The scene jolted to static as the EBWF logo flashed in the corner.
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Re: Any Other Challenge
Send this to the actual writing team, that's a great characterization of Reigns.
