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After the fight against Bock lesbar Roman and Paul Hymen went backstage and kissed.
"I love you wise man" said Roman reigns.
"I love you too my tribal chief — should we workshop that nickname it feels a little racially insensitive?"
Roman cupped Paul's protruding jowls. Paul quivered, not knowing if it was the weight of his heart beating in his chest or the belt he was always carrying for Roman. "You're so caring. I'll tell Vince that we're changing the script."
Paul's big ol bug eyes bugged out even further, like a Looney tunes character. "But— but Roman—"
Roman gripped his jowls tighter. "Are you arguing with me?" Paul shook his head, and Roman laughed. "Ha ha. Good. Because I'll kill Vince McMam."
Paul cried.
Roman shushed his liver, wiping away tears. "Shut the fuck up. Hear that? That's your music. You're a wrestler now."
Paul gasped. Had his dream finallu been realized? Was he finally contacted as a fighter? Paul ran out into the arena as WAP played, a cgi Paul Hymen dancing with Roman as his intro. He cried again. Who was he fighting? It was...
Seth Rollins???
Paul froze. Seth was fucking weird as hell and he was wearing his ugly fucking suit. Paul didn't stand a chance against the man going through his Joaquin Phoenix Joker phase. "No, please!" Paul pleased.
Seth lifted up a fucking gun and shot Paul in the Joel's. Then Seth was shot by firing squad. T the end.