To be prove that I'm not a bald-faced liar, here's a picture of Alexander Rusev cradling Kofi Kingston with all the care of a new mother:
For those that don't watch NXT - you should - Rusev's gimmick is that he's a Bulgarian bloke that kicks the shit out of people. And sometimes they mention he wants to be remembered and have monuments built in his likeness. By kicking the shit out of people. He has new ring attire and new theme music. Big fan of the theme, less of the attire.
Tastycles quotes after he saw me pointing and clapping at the TV like a deaf mute when Rusev came out:
"He's actually quite good. Look at how big he is and what he's doing."
"He's not wearing any shoes!"
"Is he actually Bulgarian?"
As it turns out, he is actually Bulgarian. Presumably, Bulgarians don't wear shoes. That's the Middle East for you.

For those that don't watch NXT - you should - Rusev's gimmick is that he's a Bulgarian bloke that kicks the shit out of people. And sometimes they mention he wants to be remembered and have monuments built in his likeness. By kicking the shit out of people. He has new ring attire and new theme music. Big fan of the theme, less of the attire.
Tastycles quotes after he saw me pointing and clapping at the TV like a deaf mute when Rusev came out:
"He's actually quite good. Look at how big he is and what he's doing."
"He's not wearing any shoes!"
"Is he actually Bulgarian?"
As it turns out, he is actually Bulgarian. Presumably, Bulgarians don't wear shoes. That's the Middle East for you.