Picture this, static cars, idling engines, angry horns, now picture you, zooming past

it all, light and breezy, ah, the sweet feeling of whizzing past traffic.

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We went straight to our contract sign though, as Roman Reigns made his way to the ring, and

of course usually he takes 79 he is, but this time half way through, all of a sudden we

were errrr, errrr, night, and this dude, blazed past Roman, he ignored him or didn't

acknowledge him, and I was like look right, clearly at Crown Jewel, LA and I is going to

lose, but did we make him come across like a super woofer duper star here? Yes we did.

I also literally sat at the head of the table and said as much to the head of the table

that didn't work at all, once again you could just feel it, no matter what we do a week

Sunday, a week Saturday, a week Friday, whatever the hell Crown Jewel is, we must have big

plans for LA night. He also pretended that the contract said that Roman was going to

lose the championship to him, and I was like even though that sounds really dumb, in wrestling

he may actually be accurate. That's how it works. LA then called him big boy, so Roman

called him an idiot which was kind of a choice, when he was all like ha ha, have you ever

even been in this position before, have you ever signed a contract for a championship?

Of course you haven't, because you are massive guber, so I'm going to be nice to you.

Ray said called him sweethearts, we had all the names here, when his pen didn't work.

Well I was like oh no, beat the pen, beat the pen you have to start working, you will

be killed, and yeah, Paul Heyman just threw him into the distance, P.T. we hardly knew

these. This really worked out because the fans even started a chart, oh Roman scared, but

it was better than I had more rhythm to it, and when both names, what on the deal, Smackdown

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