Bison stood in front of the camera, the Intercontinental Title Belt draped over his shoulder.


"at Survivor Series, I challenged Drako for the WWFG World Heavyweight championship... and now, at Unforgiven, Drako challenges me for my Intercontinental championship. History repeats itself but with the roles reversed. For now, I am the champion. The champion to beat. No, Omen is not the top champion here. It's not the belt that makes the prestige, it's the champion that makes the prestige. Ask Omen what happened each time he's faced me, who's hand was raised. I stand alone at the summit, and I see how far the drop down is..."


Bison inhaled and exhaled, patting his title belt. He cracked his neck and stared at the camera.

"Drako, at Survivor Series I said I would do anything to you to win...that came from the hunger of a contender. I've known that hunger for many years. Its a hunger we all know...but now, I know how it feels from the other side. The desperation of a champion. The desperation that had you retain against my hunger. I feel that desperation, the knowledge of how far I've come and how far I can fall from the peak on which I stand tall. I will use this desperation, just like I did against Rex. I Will truly...stop at nothing... to keep this gold from anyone who wishes to snatch it from me. There will be no mercy for anyone challenging me. Just like I told Rex, you want this belt you'll have to take it from my cold...dead...hands... do you have what it takes to do that, Drako?"


Bison slowly shook his head as he raised the belt up.

"no....no I don't think you do. Want my advice, Drako? Take the night off, before you find yourself benched."