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The Cong Man is sat in his locker-room staring at the floor. The camera slowly moves toward him, almost as if the cameraman is aprehensive about approaching the 2-time former CAW champion...
"Come in closer Mr. Cameraman, the fans want to hear what I've got to say..."
The cameraman does as he's told.
"So, SRW is back and quite frankly, it's better than it ever has been...at least so the hype would suggest. Yeah we've been away, but we're back now and..." Cong man takes a deep breath
"Well, somethings been annoying me since we've been away. Over this break some of the guys in the locker-room have sat on their butts, chomping hamburgers and getting out-of-shape. In my humble opinion, these guys are a disgrace to the whole locker-room..."
Cong Man looks up at someone or something behind the camera.
"No, Mr. Producer, this interview is not over and no I'm not going to stick to the script. I'm calling the shots around here AND THIS INTERVIEW ISN'T OVER UNTIL I SAY SO! , yeah that's right smarks, the Cong Man is going to shoot with you. While most of the locker-room we're sitting at home with their families happy to collect their pay-check, I was in Japan with Cong_Woman, sharpening my skills in the most hardcore matches known to man. I've been in Death Matches, Barbed-wire matches, Razor-wire matches and I've got new scars to prove it. But you know what? It was worth it to keep my skills sharp. Triple H and Batista have already seen what I'm all about, I was sharp, they were out of shape."
Cong Man pauses briefly to take a few deep breaths.
"I've proved to everyone in this damn federation that I'm the best wrestler here. I'm the real world-champion around here and yet I don't get a title shot. You know why? Because I'm not a 'poster' guy, I don't sell any merchandise, I don't sell any pay-per-views. Yeah I'm being held down by the booking team because they know I'm the baddest S.O.B. in this locker-room and I can beat any paper champion they choose to put in front of me."
Cong Man pauses again.
"So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to continue beating whoever they put in front of me, only now I'm taking it up a notch. I'm not out here to just win matches anymore, I'm out here to break bones, I'm out here to snap ligaments and I'm out here to end careers. You know what? I'm going to carry on doing this until there are no contenders left for the world title and the booking team have no choice but to put me in title matches simply because there are no other contenders left."
Cong Man finally looks up from the floor straight into the camera.
"That's the way it's going to be from here on in. As far as I'm concerned this interview is over and you can get this camera out of my face before you become my first victim."
The camerman back off so quickly he trips backwards over his own cables, the camera is left pointing up at the ceiling and we hear the camera man's screams as Cong Man grabs him for not getting out of his locker-room quickly enough. The picture feed quickly cuts back to a stunned looking Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler...
"Come in closer Mr. Cameraman, the fans want to hear what I've got to say..."
The cameraman does as he's told.
"So, SRW is back and quite frankly, it's better than it ever has been...at least so the hype would suggest. Yeah we've been away, but we're back now and..." Cong man takes a deep breath
"Well, somethings been annoying me since we've been away. Over this break some of the guys in the locker-room have sat on their butts, chomping hamburgers and getting out-of-shape. In my humble opinion, these guys are a disgrace to the whole locker-room..."
Cong Man looks up at someone or something behind the camera.
"No, Mr. Producer, this interview is not over and no I'm not going to stick to the script. I'm calling the shots around here AND THIS INTERVIEW ISN'T OVER UNTIL I SAY SO! , yeah that's right smarks, the Cong Man is going to shoot with you. While most of the locker-room we're sitting at home with their families happy to collect their pay-check, I was in Japan with Cong_Woman, sharpening my skills in the most hardcore matches known to man. I've been in Death Matches, Barbed-wire matches, Razor-wire matches and I've got new scars to prove it. But you know what? It was worth it to keep my skills sharp. Triple H and Batista have already seen what I'm all about, I was sharp, they were out of shape."
Cong Man pauses briefly to take a few deep breaths.
"I've proved to everyone in this damn federation that I'm the best wrestler here. I'm the real world-champion around here and yet I don't get a title shot. You know why? Because I'm not a 'poster' guy, I don't sell any merchandise, I don't sell any pay-per-views. Yeah I'm being held down by the booking team because they know I'm the baddest S.O.B. in this locker-room and I can beat any paper champion they choose to put in front of me."
Cong Man pauses again.
"So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to continue beating whoever they put in front of me, only now I'm taking it up a notch. I'm not out here to just win matches anymore, I'm out here to break bones, I'm out here to snap ligaments and I'm out here to end careers. You know what? I'm going to carry on doing this until there are no contenders left for the world title and the booking team have no choice but to put me in title matches simply because there are no other contenders left."
Cong Man finally looks up from the floor straight into the camera.
"That's the way it's going to be from here on in. As far as I'm concerned this interview is over and you can get this camera out of my face before you become my first victim."
The camerman back off so quickly he trips backwards over his own cables, the camera is left pointing up at the ceiling and we hear the camera man's screams as Cong Man grabs him for not getting out of his locker-room quickly enough. The picture feed quickly cuts back to a stunned looking Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler...
Yeah. Top promo. Strong words from The Cong Man. He's got a lot of wrestlers to go through if he wants to become number one contender for the title though. :)
What a promo, Cong Man certainly got his message across. Wonder what will happen from here with him . . . *wonders*
Ooooh, very interesting.
I'm liking that, looking forward to the developments of Cong Man's character.
I'm liking that, looking forward to the developments of Cong Man's character.
Hmmm, the Legend showing a few heel tendancies...
We all know that Reaver and Cong Man have a feud that never ends and his obvious disappointment at not getting title shots will be put squarely on the head of Reaver.
We all know that Reaver and Cong Man have a feud that never ends and his obvious disappointment at not getting title shots will be put squarely on the head of Reaver.
Oh yeah, top promo there. Cong Man has issues...I better stay out of his way! EVERYONE BEWARE...
The Cong Man is sat in his locker-room staring at the floor. The camera slowly moves toward him, almost as if the cameraman is aprehensive about approaching the 2-time former CAW champion...
"Come in closer Mr. Cameraman, the fans want to hear what I've got to say..."
The cameraman does as he's told.
"So, SRW is back and quite frankly, it's better than it ever has been...at least so the hype would suggest. Yeah we've been away, but we're back now and..." Cong man takes a deep breath
"Well, somethings been annoying me since we've been away. Over this break some of the guys in the locker-room have sat on their butts, chomping hamburgers and getting out-of-shape. In my humble opinion, these guys are a disgrace to the whole locker-room..."
Cong Man looks up at someone or something behind the camera.
"No, Mr. Producer, this interview is not over and no I'm not going to stick to the script. I'm calling the shots around here AND THIS INTERVIEW ISN'T OVER UNTIL I SAY SO! , yeah that's right smarks, the Cong Man is going to shoot with you. While most of the locker-room we're sitting at home with their families happy to collect their pay-check, I was in Japan with Cong_Woman, sharpening my skills in the most hardcore matches known to man. I've been in Death Matches, Barbed-wire matches, Razor-wire matches and I've got new scars to prove it. But you know what? It was worth it to keep my skills sharp. Triple H and Batista have already seen what I'm all about, I was sharp, they were out of shape."
Cong Man pauses briefly to take a few deep breaths.
"I've proved to everyone in this damn federation that I'm the best wrestler here. I'm the real world-champion around here and yet I don't get a title shot. You know why? Because I'm not a 'poster' guy, I don't sell any merchandise, I don't sell any pay-per-views. Yeah I'm being held down by the booking team because they know I'm the baddest S.O.B. in this locker-room and I can beat any paper champion they choose to put in front of me."
Cong Man pauses again.
"So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to continue beating whoever they put in front of me, only now I'm taking it up a notch. I'm not out here to just win matches anymore, I'm out here to break bones, I'm out here to snap ligaments and I'm out here to end careers. You know what? I'm going to carry on doing this until there are no contenders left for the world title and the booking team have no choice but to put me in title matches simply because there are no other contenders left."
Cong Man finally looks up from the floor straight into the camera.
"That's the way it's going to be from here on in. As far as I'm concerned this interview is over and you can get this camera out of my face before you become my first victim."
The camerman back off so quickly he trips backwards over his own cables, the camera is left pointing up at the ceiling and we hear the camera man's screams as Cong Man grabs him for not getting out of his locker-room quickly enough. The picture feed quickly cuts back to a stunned looking Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler...
"Come in closer Mr. Cameraman, the fans want to hear what I've got to say..."
The cameraman does as he's told.
"So, SRW is back and quite frankly, it's better than it ever has been...at least so the hype would suggest. Yeah we've been away, but we're back now and..." Cong man takes a deep breath
"Well, somethings been annoying me since we've been away. Over this break some of the guys in the locker-room have sat on their butts, chomping hamburgers and getting out-of-shape. In my humble opinion, these guys are a disgrace to the whole locker-room..."
Cong Man looks up at someone or something behind the camera.
"No, Mr. Producer, this interview is not over and no I'm not going to stick to the script. I'm calling the shots around here AND THIS INTERVIEW ISN'T OVER UNTIL I SAY SO! , yeah that's right smarks, the Cong Man is going to shoot with you. While most of the locker-room we're sitting at home with their families happy to collect their pay-check, I was in Japan with Cong_Woman, sharpening my skills in the most hardcore matches known to man. I've been in Death Matches, Barbed-wire matches, Razor-wire matches and I've got new scars to prove it. But you know what? It was worth it to keep my skills sharp. Triple H and Batista have already seen what I'm all about, I was sharp, they were out of shape."
Cong Man pauses briefly to take a few deep breaths.
"I've proved to everyone in this damn federation that I'm the best wrestler here. I'm the real world-champion around here and yet I don't get a title shot. You know why? Because I'm not a 'poster' guy, I don't sell any merchandise, I don't sell any pay-per-views. Yeah I'm being held down by the booking team because they know I'm the baddest S.O.B. in this locker-room and I can beat any paper champion they choose to put in front of me."
Cong Man pauses again.
"So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to continue beating whoever they put in front of me, only now I'm taking it up a notch. I'm not out here to just win matches anymore, I'm out here to break bones, I'm out here to snap ligaments and I'm out here to end careers. You know what? I'm going to carry on doing this until there are no contenders left for the world title and the booking team have no choice but to put me in title matches simply because there are no other contenders left."
Cong Man finally looks up from the floor straight into the camera.
"That's the way it's going to be from here on in. As far as I'm concerned this interview is over and you can get this camera out of my face before you become my first victim."
The camerman back off so quickly he trips backwards over his own cables, the camera is left pointing up at the ceiling and we hear the camera man's screams as Cong Man grabs him for not getting out of his locker-room quickly enough. The picture feed quickly cuts back to a stunned looking Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler...