Alright, alright, let’s talk about this Smackdown thing, you know, the wrestling show on TV. My grandkids, they love this stuff, always yellin’ and jumpin’ around. So, I watch it sometimes, tryin’ to figure out what all the fuss is about.
This week on Smackdown, well, it was a whole lot of huffin’ and puffin’, that’s for sure. You got these big ol’ fellas, muscles everywhere, grunting and groaning like they’re tryin’ to lift a tractor out of a ditch.
First off, they had this fella, I think they called him “The Rock” or somethin’. Big guy, bald head, always makin’ faces and talkin’ trash. He was goin’ on and on about somethin’, I couldn’t quite catch it all. Sounded like he was mad at somebody, probably another big fella, that’s how it usually goes. They’re always mad at each other over somethin’ or other, fightin’ for belts or somethin’. Beats me.
- They had a match, these two fellas, bouncing off the ropes and slammin’ each other down. Made a whole lot of noise, thumpin’ and bangin’.
- Then, some other fellas came runnin’ in, and they all started fightin’. A big ol’ mess, like a chicken coop exploded. I swear, I don’t know how they keep track of who’s on who’s side.
- And then, wouldn’t you know it, some ladies came out. These gals, they were just as tough as the fellas, kicking and punchin’ and throwin’ each other around. One of ’em, she had hair like a fire engine, red and wild. She was somethin’ else, that one.
They were yappin’ back and forth, these ladies, talkin’ about who’s the best and who’s gonna get beat. Sounded like a bunch of hens squabbling in the yard. But they could sure fight, I’ll give ’em that.
The whole show, it’s just a bunch of fightin’ and yellin’. But the crowd, they love it. They cheer and boo and wave their signs. My grandkids, they’re jumpin’ up and down, screamin’ at the TV. I guess it’s excitin’ for ‘em. Me? I just sit there, shakin’ my head and wonderin’ how they don’t all get hurt.
Seems like they spend more time talkin’ than fightin’ sometimes. They go on and on, makin’ these big speeches. And the other fellas, they just stand there, listenin’ and makin’ faces. I tell ya, it’s like a soap opera, but with more muscles and less cryin’. Though sometimes, them big fellas look like they’re about to cry when they lose. All that huffin’ and puffin’ for nothin’.
They replay everything a million times, you know? Like they think you forgot what happened five minutes ago. They show it from every angle, slow motion, fast motion. It’s like they’re tryin’ to stretch out the show as long as they can. Maybe they don’t have enough fightin’ to fill the whole two hours, so they gotta show you the same punch twenty times. Makes my head spin.
And then there’s the announcers. These fellas, they talk a mile a minute, yellin’ about every little thing. “Oh, what a move!” “He’s down! He’s down!” “This is incredible!” Like they’ve never seen anybody get punched before. They get so excited, it’s almost funny. Sometimes I just mute the TV and watch the fightin’. It’s more peaceful that way.
But I gotta say, some of them moves, they’re pretty impressive. These fellas, they can jump and flip and do all sorts of crazy things. Makes you wonder how they don’t break somethin’. And those ladies, too. They’re tough as nails. I wouldn’t want to mess with any of ‘em, that’s for sure.
So, that was Smackdown this week. A whole lot of noise and fightin’ and yellin’. My grandkids loved it, and I guess that’s all that matters. Me? I’m gonna go make myself a cup of tea and sit on the porch. It’s quieter out there. Maybe next week, I’ll try watchin’ somethin’ else, like that Wheel of Fortune show, or maybe just stare at the chickens. At least they don’t yell so much.
But you know, it’s kinda like a big show, like a circus or somethin’. All the lights and the music and the costumes, it’s a lot to take in. And the stories, they keep changin’ every week, so you gotta keep watchin’ to see what happens next. It’s like followin’ a soap opera, I guess, only with more punches and less cryin’, like I said before. Though sometimes them big fellas do look like they’re about to cry when they get beat. It’s kinda funny, in a way.
Anyways, that’s my take on Smackdown. A whole lot of huffin’ and puffin’ and not much else. But the young’uns, they love it, so I guess it can’t be all bad. Now, where’s that tea?
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