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An EBWF logo flashed across the screen and opened up in the locker room. Roman Reigns was putting on his wrist wear. He looked up at the camera as it got put up in front of his face. He tilted his head.

Roman Reigns: Tonight, I'm going to go out there and have a match. I'm going to have a match against a punk. A punk that likes to run his mouth about what he thinks I'm out here for.

Roman smirked.

Roman Reigns: You may have noticed that my "manager" Paul Heyman ain't out here speaking on my behalf. That's because I have a little somethin' to say to Kevin Owens, the punk who thinks he's got me figured out. Kevin Owens says that he's here for his family. He's here for his little kid Owen and his wife Elodie. The prize is no longer the goal, it's the betterment of their future.

Roman gave an incredulous look to the camera, as if he couldn't contemplate that statement at all.

Roman Reigns: If Kevin Owens wants to say that he's out there, fighting the good fight, for anyone but himself, then not only is he crazy, he's stupid. The EBWF is where the champs come to fight. THAT... is why I'm here. I'm here to find the biggest, baddest dog in the yard, and knock his ass out and become the man. It IS for me. Anyone who says it isn't is lying or shouldn't be here.

Roman scoffed with a look of disgust.

Roman Reigns: So, tell me more about how you're doing it for your family. Give me that sob story about how you went home, and sat on the docks, and searched your soul with your kid and your wife sitting by you. It's all kumbaya, right Kevin? You might be able to fool some people with that noise but you're not going to fool me. You're a fighter. You go out there and fight for yourself, to show that you can. You want to know how I know that? Because you're like me, and that's how I am. Deep down, you know as well as I do if you were only working to provide your family with money and a comfortable life, your ass would be an insurance salesman. In the end, you're here to be the big dog just like I am, but the problem is that you're coming up against me. And I'm not about to sit idly by and let my spot go to you. I--

Roman was interrupted as Paul Heyman rushed into the scene quickly.

Paul Heyman: Don't say another word, Roman! Did this cameraman make you speak without me being present?

He looked at the camera man with indignation.

Paul Heyman: I'll have you know that this is a direct violation of Roman Reign's contractual agreements. I am to be here to provide counsel to Roman Reigns when he is being quoted for video or audio media, do you understand me?!

Roman rolled his eyes and put his hand up at Paul.

Roman Reigns: Calm down, Penguin. I asked him to roll tape.

Paul blinked with his mouth agape.

Paul Heyman: Be that as it may, I must remind you that these EBWF "journalists" are nothing but depraved vultures looking for the next three second audio clip for their website. You should allow me to be here, to screen questions and be your filter. I am here to protect your brand. That's what you're paying me for.

Roman stood up and took a step towards Paul, such that he was mere inches from his "advocate". Paul gulped, tugging at the knot of his tie.

Roman Reigns: Let's get something straight, Paulie. I'm not paying you to be my mouthpiece. I'm not paying you to be my life coach. I'm not paying you to tell me what I want to hear, and I sure as hell ain't paying you to protect me. I don't know if you noticed, but I'm Roman Reigns. I am going to blow through this entire roster until there is NOBODY LEFT.

Roman's eyes flashed with a fury on those final words, making Paul slink back to a sitting position, a look of utter terror on his features. Roman pointed at him.

Roman Reigns: You... are my agent. You need to get me good matches with big opponents. In other words, you set 'em up, and I'll knock them down. THAT... is what I'm paying you for.

Roman clenched a fist, irritated at Paul's interruption. He turned his focus back on the camera.

Roman Reigns: Kevin Owens. You said that you respect me as a wrestler. Believe this. The feeling is mutual. Thing is, I know who you really are. Maybe the rest of these chumps in the EBWF don't, but I do. You ARE a prizefighter, and if you want to run from that, it's fine. If that's what lets you cradle your kid in your arms and sleep at night, go right ahead. Just know that there are people, like me, that know the truth. Tonight, you and I both have something to prove. We both need this win to keep moving us forward on the path that we belong on: the one that goes straight to the top. The problem for you is that I have no delusions about what I'm doing this for. I'm going out there because I want to prove to myself that I am the man. I'm going out there because this samoan warrior wants to be the last one standing. Your hope, your ONLY hope is to go to that ring and embrace the fact that you're a fighter, and that you're doing it to be the best. And even then, I'm still going to knock you out.

Roman cocked his fist and smirked.

Roman Reigns: And you... can believe that.

Roman turned and stared a dagger at Heyman before walking off. The EBWF logo flashed one more time before going to black.