Alexander was seething. But it was a controlled anger, not at all like some of the tantrums some other superstars threw in the ring. Instead he focused his anger on Angle, staring a hole through the man up the ramp. It seemed this was his fate, attached to a sinking ship named Banks. The two had never shared a word, but he'd watched some of her matches when waiting for his own to begin. How could he be impressed when all she did was lose? It was amazing any fans still believed in her, because the sheeple were just fair weather fans.<br/><br/>They at least had a few moments to prepare for their match up, so he headed over to the corner while pulling his shirt up over his head. He looked down on the purple haired self-proclaimed Boss and draped his shirt over her shoulder. "You're welcome." He said, not about the shirt but about this match he'd been thrown in. Essentially, he was going to earn her an opportunity free of charge. He gave a stretch of the shoulders, then his torso in half turns this way and that. Considering she was on the decline, he figured he'd give her a leg up on putting this match in their favor. "When you tag in, and Bliss comes at you, throw the shirt in her face." Sure, she wasn't much of a dirty fighter. But she was a loser who wanted so bad to be winner again. Would be interesting to see if she would follow his advice. Regardless, he reached between the ropes and gave the girl a swat on the ass before heading in to lock up with Roman.<br/><br/>The two of them took one another on a trip from post to post. Neither wanted to back down in their lock up, and the ref had a hard time breaking the two bulls up. It was only when the ref tried for the second time that Alexander saw his opportunity. Left foot on the first rope, he used it to pop up in the air and rock Reigns with a stiff left hook which struck with a loud pop. And from there his patented plan of attack kicked in. Stiff roundhouse kick to the chest, kick pad meeting his chest guard with a thud. Then closing the gap with a swift side headbutt, pushing Roman into the corner.<br/><br/>"You can't hide from me Roman! Not anymore!" The crowd hollering as Alexander began tearing at the man's vest, pulling the straps apart to remove his armor. It was a tactic he'd not seen anyone deploy, especially useful to him since he used plenty of strikes. Once he'd loosened up the guard though, he'd given him ample time to fight back.<br/><br/>Reigns came back with one of his own deadly right punches, slapping the taste out of his mouth. And again as he came around from the first blow. An Irish whip where he intended to do one of his usual counters where he would roll along their back. Roman however had caught him mid roll and fell back with a Samoan drop. Two count, with Roman locking in a headlock. Alexander didn't stay grounded long, coming back up to his feet, then stomping hard on Roman's foot. Elbow to the gut, jumping knee to the chin, the discus elbow to drop Roman hard.<br/><br/>Bliss, who thought Roman was in trouble, tagged herself in against Roman's wishes as he rolled close by the ropes. Alexander teased the crowd by suggesting he may fight Bliss himself, until he went over and spanked Banks again on the ass, loud enough to qualify as a tag. When the ref glanced his way, he merely grinned and clapped his hands to mimic the sound it'd made.