Roman Reigns stands in the ring, a microphone in his hand, his expression intense and determined, flanked by his fellow Bloodline stablemates, The Usos, Solo Sikoa, and the Wiseman Paul Heyman, who is holding both of Roman's title belts for him.

"Tampa, Florida..."

He speaks into the microphone and then stands in the middle of the ring in silence, breathing in the atmosphere

"ACKNOWLEDGE. ME..."

He growls into the mic as the crowd explodes in Boos, the Bloodline raise their index fingers in acknowledgement

"Listen, I'm gonna keep it short and sweet. Because the Tribal Chief simply has better places to be then in this trashy arena. Where've I've SMASHED every single person who's ever step foot in my ring for my titles. So tonight I'm issuing an open challenge for anyone who wants to step in the ring with The Tribal Chief, I WILL make you... ACKNOWLEDGE. ME.

Roman throws down the microphone and waits, his arms crossed and his gaze locked on the entrance, daring anyone to walk down the ramp