The crowd settled upon coming back from commercial. Loud and proud of it he was as usual. And in a few moments they would grow to new heights of cheers. The sound of the heavy metal clashing sharply began loudly with assistance from the PA system as members of the crowd made their way to their feet and directed their heads to the box seats.
They knew who was coming, and it was only a matter of time before he had gotten there. The blaring music viciously stomped it's way into the arena bringing forth cheers and an only growing pop when the big man; Roman Reigns stepped out onto the top of crowd's step-way. Fans close to him began to snap pictures with their flashes and some touched him just to say they did. To no avail Roman's facial expression never changed.
His eyes focused only on the ring and the two competitors inside. However he did note to take in the electricity the crowd was giving off as he looked around his surroundings. These people paid to see a show. They paid to see Roman Reigns. Roman began his long awaited walk down the aisle heading down to the outer-ring floor as fans screamed in his ear, sometimes even literally, and held up signs for him to notice. He kept his head low moving through the valley of the people and eventually had gotten down to the barricaded area that separated the crowd from the ring floor. Stopping, Reigns would look around again as he grasp the barricade wall and slowly made his way over.
After, he'd then walk up the staircase leading to the ring and once atop the case: he'd made his way up ascending to the top of the turnbuckle, balling his fists together he would raise his arms and flex them tightly above his head as the crowd praised him. Roman slowly withdrew his arms back down to his sides slightly still angled as if he were flexing and glanced at the ring as he slowly got inside climbing down the turnbuckle waiting for his opponent.
