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AaronReign · (08-01-2014)

A scene very strange for an Aaron Reign promo is shown on screen. What appears to be an alligator exhibit in a zoo is shown, but with no sign of Reign. Suddenly though, he appears on screen, making sure to leave the gator visible behind him as he seats himself on a bench in front of the exhibit.

"Gator, if you didn't get what I meant when I called Proxy...DOCA...whatever his name is, Duke Nukem and Zoey Ryback, Zoey Williams, that's your own damn fault for not getting my references. I do see what you tried to accomplish with that last promo though. You tried to turn DOCA and I against each other. That might actually be a sound strategy for most teams, but we already don't like each other. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him, and this 'evidence' you're showing me, which I honestly don't know whether I believe or not, doesn't change how I feel about him. A guy who spends most of his time bragging that he'll kill anyone on the roster doesn't strike me as trustworthy, and I knew going into this that I didn't need to take my eye off of him. Thing is, that still doesn't mean that I believe that he's actually killed anyone since he got here. Do you think that I'm stupid enough to believe that he's going to walk straight into a wrestling business, put it all out in the open that he's a hitman, and then kill people he's in a match with for God's sake? No, I'm not that stupid. Just like most of the gimmicks here, it's all smoke and mirrors. If you want to fear for your life, fine. The only thing I think he's capable of though is hitting me in the back with a chair if I give him the chance to. What’s funny, is he intimidates me a whole hell of lot more than either of you two do, and that’s when he's trying way too hard to be feared. I don't like him, and I don't respect him. If I was a betting man, I'd say that he feels the same way about me. Though, I know when we get in that ring, at least for the duration of the match, we'll be as 'on the same page' as we can get. Now, on to the rest of your promo..."

Reign shifts a bit on the bench, looking bored.

"You're becoming a broken record Gator, and it's just exposing how much of an idiot you really are. Let me take a crack at a typical Gator promo: you call me a sweaty brute, you make fun of my name a couple thousand times, you tell me I'm in over my head a few times, then you proceed to suck your own dick and recently, your tag partner's dick. This may have worked in your precious J-Pro, but it won't work here. You may be the most compelling guy on your team, but put up against a guy who shits his pants in his promos and someone who doesn't do anything at all, that's not saying anything. The facts are there on the table, you're just too dense to see them. Really, I could sit here for hours and bitch about your repetitiveness, but then I'd just be doing the same thing you do. I've already addressed the topic, and you've responded by proving me right. The only thing I do have to say though, is you remind me a lot of some guys I went to high school with. You verbally abuse anyone and everyone, but the second some guy dishes back what you gave them...and then some, you resort to saying the same things that have proven successful in the past, and nothing else. Every day. Over and over. Until my ears bleed. I'm not a tranny, I'm not a jobber, and I'm not a fatass. You're gonna have to dig down deep and find something else, or I've got this match in the bag with or without DOCA."

Reign produces a piece of meat from a bucket offscreen, and wiggles it in front of the camera. He stands up and pretends to throw it the alligator. The gator, snapping and gnawing, dives into the water after the imaginary food. Aaron throws it back in the bucket and sits back down.

"Just like this real gator right here, I have you in the palm of my hands. When that bell rings on Wednesday, you're in for an ass kicking my friend. Just like my apparent brother Roman Reigns says, believe that."

"Socrates...what the hell was that? Whatever you call what you just did on the camera, it sucked. Horribly. Whereas Gator only has one type of bark, you just whimper. You had nothing to say whatsoever that really had any effect on the match. You didn't address me period, and you hardly said anything about DOCA either. In fact, most of the promo was a reality show-esque montage of random buildings in the city and shots of you being a 'normal guy'. I don't know about your in-ring ability yet, but you need to pick up the pace with your promos brother. The two things you DID address just made you seem desperate. Are you really going to get that angry over the mention of Kyle Star that you'll defend the fact that you're better than him, against a guy who's cut one five second promo since he got here? (Thanks for the correction DOCA, you're an absolute doll) There's no question that you're better than Kyle Star, we all are, so why the hell are you so jumpy? Are you intimidated by a jobber? Of course, then you get pissy over an unoriginal play at your accent. You don't have to turn into Daniel Webster and tell us what the definition of what you said was. I was looking at you as the one bright spot in our match, a shining star in the darkness if you will. Fix yourself, or I'm going to snuff you out come Wednesday. That wouldn't be the best start to your XWF career, now would it?"

Reign's expression of amusement turns into his usual scowl. He shifts again in the bench, this time, more restlessly than before.

"Now DOCA, cut the shit. I looked for you to take a few shots at me, I've done the same thing to you. But I didn't expect you to cut an obscenely long promo and have me be the victim of almost half of it. You started out your promo by making fun of me calling Gator's last opponent a guy whose gimmick revolves around smoking pot. Did I say everyone who puts a joint in their mouth had that gimmick? No, I didn't, otherwise I'd be saying the same thing about Gator and his lackey. The only gimmick those two idiots have at this point is...well...being idiots. You then proceeded to assume I meant the word circus literally and correct me on the jobber status of Kyle Star, amongst other things. You're obviously trying way too hard. As I said earlier, I don't like you and I damn sure don't respect you either, but I have enough sense about me to leave our beef out of this until the match is over. I'd appreciate it if you'd do the same, because now's not the time. I'm not telling you to start sucking my dick like the two guys we're going against are with each other, but if you start something that causes us to lose our match, we're going to have problems long after it's over."

Instead of the usual "Only show his face" segment, Reign simply leans forward on the bench, looking straight into the lens without blinking.

"This match is getting way too one-sided. Unless you guys decide to fix your respective problems, this match is over before it even begins. Gator, find something new to talk about and stop the repetitive rambling you do, and Socrates, just find something to talk about that doesn't make you look like an absolute buffoon. At this rate, I'd be willing to say that either DOCA or I could take both of you on our own, so with us tagging together, it's overkill. Despite the fact that he's a try-hard, he's actually pretty funny. I laughed at his promos, and in a different way that I laugh at yours, Gator. That, combined with his dissection of every word that comes out of both your mouths and coupled with my take-no-shit, straight-to-the-point attitude, is more than what we need to verbally dominate this match. It's only a matter of time before we physically dominate you too. I'd go as far as to say that him and I in a one-on-one would be a better use of the XWF's resources than this tag match. Wouldn't you say...partner?"

Reign kicks the camera directly in the lens, shattering it and cutting the broadcast off.

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