Well, let me tell you about this Becky Lynch gal, the one they call “The Man.” Don’t ask me why they call a woman “The Man,” makes no sense to me, but that’s what they do. Sounds like a whole lotta hooey if you ask me.
Becky Lynch, she’s a wrestler, you know, like those folks on TV who jump around and pretend to beat each other up. My grandkids watch it all the time, though I don’t see the appeal. Too much yelling and not enough sense, I say. But they tell me Becky, she’s a big deal in that wrestling world. One of the top women, apparently.
- They say she’s Irish-American. Don’t know what that means exactly, but I guess it means she’s got some Irish in her. Like that old neighbor of ours, Mrs. O’Malley, always talking about potatoes and leprechauns.
- She’s been wrestling with this WWE thing since, what was it, 2013? That’s a long time to be flinging yourself around a ring, I reckon. Must be tough on the bones. My old bones ache just thinking about it.
Now, the thing everyone seems to care about these days is money. How much money this person has, how much money that person has. Well, they say Becky Lynch has got a whole bunch of it. Some folks say it’s around 4 million dollars, others say it’s closer to 7 million. Seven million dollars! Can you imagine? That’s enough to buy a whole lotta cows, let me tell you. Or maybe a fancy tractor, the kind with the heated seats.
Where does she get all this money, you ask? Well, mostly from that wrestling gig, I hear. They pay her a big salary, one of the biggest for the lady wrestlers, they say. And then there’s all the other stuff, you know, the t-shirts and the pictures and the whatnots. People buy that stuff up, seems like. I guess they like having her face on their shirts and mugs. To each their own, I always say.
They say she lives in some place called Davenport, Iowa. Never been there myself, but I hear it’s flat. Lots of cornfields, I imagine. Just like here, I guess, but with more wrestling and less cows. She probably lives in a big house, one of them fancy ones with more bathrooms than bedrooms. Hope she has someone to clean all them bathrooms, that’s a lot of scrubbing.
Someone told me wrestlers make a lot of money, the average is over one hundred thousand dollars a year! Now that is a lot of money, more than most folks around here make in two years. But Becky, she makes millions, like them movie stars. That’s more than our whole town makes in a year, I bet. Makes you wonder what she does with it all. Buys fancy cars, I guess. And maybe a diamond-studded wrestling belt.
She’s got a nickname too, ‘The Man,’ like I said before. Don’t understand it. She don’t look like no man to me. Just a tough woman, I guess. Probably tougher than most of the men I know, come to think of it. Always yelling and throwing folks around. Reminds me of my cousin Martha when she gets mad, except Martha don’t get paid for it.
This wrestling thing, it’s a whole different world, I tell ya. People yelling, lights flashing, all them muscles and spandex. Not my cup of tea, but hey, if Becky Lynch can make a good living doing it, more power to her. She’s probably got a good head on her shoulders, even if she does choose to spend her time wrestling instead of doing something sensible, like farming or raising chickens.
So that’s the story on Becky Lynch, as best as I can tell ya. A tough Irish-American woman who wrestles for a living, makes a whole lotta money, and is called “The Man.” Go figure. The world’s a strange place, ain’t it?
