The opening segment for WWE RAW had been... tumultuous to say the very least. The so called 'Big Dog' Roman Reigns, current reigning WWE Universal Champion, had been out running his mouth about how no one else could stand up to the Big Dog. According to him, it was his yard and the RAW roster were all bitches. Alexander Black took exception to that, especially since he'd been on a similar path to Roman. While he may not have been champion, he was running through his competition. His music had cut Roman's promo short, an equally big man making his way down to the ring rather than keep to the stage where it was safe.<br/><br/>"You know," He began with mic in hand, dressed in his ring gear with a plain black WWE shirt on. It was all apart of his schtick, where he wanted no advertisement or flash. There were no Alexander Black t-shirts out in the stands for purchase, no sweatbands or towels or teddy bears, or mugs. What you saw was what you got. "I think," Climbing up the metal steps onto the apron, one foot through the rope then hoping in. "we both knew we were going to meet sooner or later." Finishing right as he got up in Roman's face, bumping chest to chest, not afraid of the champion. The champion in turn wasn't afraid of him, bumping him back until the two decided to part long enough to speak. The atmosphere was palpable. The 'Black is gonna kill you' and 'Roman sucks!' chants popping off one after the other.<br/><br/>"Yeah? I've been here the whole time dog. To quote a guy I just beat Sunday night," Taking the red leather championship belt off his shoulder and raising it overhead. "The champ. Is.<i>Hereeeeeeeeee~!</i>" To a mixed response of cheers and boos, a little heavy on the boos, followed with a quick string of 'Roman Sucks!' chants.<br/><br/>"Nice, nice. You know, you can hide behind your merch," Grabbing at the shirt Roman wore and pulling roughly at it. "and all your silly little catch phrases. You don't even realize, you did this to yourself. Yeah," He said with a huff of laughter. "you beat everyone else! Congrats! So have I. That means you got no one else left to face but ME. No more hiding, let's do this. The chump," Slapping Roman on the chest, then himself. "versus the NEXT WWE Universal champion!<i>Believe dat</i>!" He said in mock fashion.<br/><br/>The two of them seemed at a loss for words, instead waging war via stare down, circling one another like two dogs ready to be let loose.<br/><br/>Cue the Olympic gold medalist, and RAW general manager, Kurt Angle's theme music.<br/><br/>"Oh, look." Alexander said, perching himself up on the top turnbuckle for a seat. "Someone else that sucks." Snickering off the mic at his competition who didn't seem phased by the quip.<br/><br/>"Hold on, hold on gentlemen." Kurt said, hand held out defensively. "While I, while I love the match up. I do, it's true. It's true... I'm the one who makes the matches around here. Now, you're not the only one who's looking for an opportunity around here, Alexander. With Bayley injured and unable to compete at Extreme Rules, we need to determine a new number one contender for the RAW women's championship. And I'm extending that opportunity to..."