While the average person on the street says, “Look, I don’t know who Roman Reigns is, why are you following me?”, hardcore fans know him as, “That guy who’s slightly bigger than average, struggles to get through a sentence and has really wet hair.”
Sadly, in this crazy mixed-up world, that’s not enough. Especially not with ISIS lurking behind every corner, threatening to walk out from the crowd in their tactical vest and black cargo pants, ready to destroy freedom.
No, we need a new Roman Reigns, and we need him now.
Sure, you say, but who is Roman Reigns? Other than a guy who doesn’t understand that cocking your fist isn’t a thing. Well, I mean, it’s a thing. It’s just not a PG thing.
But that’s the best part. With such a bland, uninspiring template to work from, we can surely help WWE create a fully fledged (and less evocative of a terrorist death squad) character.
Let’s begin.
Literally A Roman
This option is the one most likely to be picked up by WWE Creative™, as it took literally no ability to think up.
The Rock’s Cousin and Also To A Lesser Extent The Cousin Of The Usos
Now, the one tiny snag with this idea is that it’s pretty much what they’re already doing.
Literally Superman
His dramatic flying punch is already named after this, so we’ll introduce the rest of the character evolution each week – next comes the Superman Spear – and eventually he’ll just fly down to the ring in a costume, cape billowing in the wind, wet hair flopping around his face.
When Cesaro’s healed up, he can be his nemesis. Because bald.
Roman the Red-Nosed Reignsdeer
While guaranteed to make money around Christmas, this idea might get a little awkward in July.
The Reignsmaker
Has mystical water powers? Just carries an umbrella? I didn’t really think this one through.
Roman “Makin’ It” Reigns
This one is versatile, because he can either be a skeezy pimp, going into the club and showering women with money, or he’s the sexy but sweet stripper paying his way through university. The name works with both.
Replaced By Dean Ambrose
I mean, I have another idea where he gets hit on the head and gains the psychic ability to tell fact from fiction, constantly going around pointing at people saying, “Belee dat.” And a RomoCop one. But to be honest with you, I’m feeling pretty good about Replaced By Dean Ambrose.