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xx 〈 BIG DOG. ROMAN EMPIRE 〉*
XXXXXX I'M A WANTED MAN IN THESE PARTS NOTHING CHANGES FOR THE BIG DOG I STILL RUN THIS YARD I ASSESS AND ATTACK THATS MY CODE THATS WHAT I STAND FOR
XXXXXX I'M A WANTED MAN IN THESE PARTS NOTHING CHANGES FOR THE BIG DOG I STILL RUN THIS YARD I ASSESS AND ATTACK THATS MY CODE THATS WHAT I STAND FOR
XXXXXI COME TO KICKASS && LEAVE ━━ * BELIEVE , THAT )
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The lights go down suddenly, blue beams make their way to the arena while the big screen is colored blue: a wall that is broken, a name that stands out with arrogance and the notes of "Truth of Reigns". The announcer clutching a microphone in their hand slowly brought it up to their mouth about to begin Roman Reign's introduction. He had to raise his voice so the crowd wouldn't drown him out. "Introducing first! Making his way to the ring from Pensacola, Florida weighing in at 265 lbs, ROMAN REEEEIIGGGNNNNNNSSS!" there was a 50-50 split as some fans were eager to boo Roman and other half did their best to provide cheers in the form of Roman's supporters.
Not long after Roman Reigns' music begins to start up courtesy of the PA system, the camera's view shifts to the main stage as the crowd erupts loudly for Reigns' eventual presence. Behind the scenes standing in the Gorilla position with his head down low Roman Reigns soaks it all in calmly looking down and saying a silent prayer. He takes a sip of his water then pours the rest onto his head firing him up. Seconds later he's told his cue is up by TNW:R personnel. His music went on for sometime and he could hear the audience. Roman starts up the few steps in his way before moving the black curtain out of his way. Coming out center stage to a strong reaction. The reaction was loud like usual. The crowd had been turned all the way and for the most part was on his side.
He stands there looking over the fans. Slowly he paces to center stage and nods his head at the attendees. Roman takes in a deep breathe and then starts down the ramp with purpose in each step. The crowd continues their mixed reaction toward him but it has little affect on him. If anything he relishes in this type of reaction. He liked it loud. As Roman near finishes his descent down the ramp, passing through the fans and making a beeline straight to the end of it's pathway.
Once there, Roman's stride slows down as he approaches the steel steps, places a hand upon the turnbuckle padding looking down at his pant leg, and pulls himself up the steps. Roman looks off at the side, once again taking a long glance at the space around him filled with people, some who support him, some who despise him. With a twitch of his nose, Roman turns back to the ring and now on the apron. Stepping over to the nearest corner, Roman climbs into the second rope and raises his arms above him, posing for the fans for a few brief moments. From here, he wastes little time dropping back to the apron and entering the ring proper, standing inside his corner. "Lets GO ROMAN! ROMAN SUCKS! LETS GO ROMAN! ROMAN SUCKS!" the chant broke out as Roman smirks jumping up and down in this corner awaiting his opponent's music.