Alright, let’s talk about this Drew McIntyre fella and all the fuss about him quittin’ the WWE. Folks been chatterin’ like hens in a henhouse, so I figured I’d put my two cents in, ya know?
Now, I ain’t no wrestling expert, mind you. I just watch it sometimes when the chores are done and the grandkids ain’t botherin’ me. But even I heard the rumblin’ ’bout Drew. They say he “walked out”. Sounds like somethin’ my old mule used to do when he didn’t wanna plow the field. Stubborn as a mule, that Drew, maybe.
Some folks sayin’ he got hurt. Yeah, that makes sense. These fellas be jumpin’ around like crazy chickens, bound to get a boo-boo or two. Heard tell he got his head busted open somethin’ fierce, needed a whole bunch of them staple thingies to close it up. Sixteen, they said! Mercy sakes, that’s a lot of staples. Enough to build a whole chicken coop, I reckon.
- Heard he fought that fella, CM Punk. Punk, huh? Sounds like a troublemaker. My grandpappy used to say, “Beware the quiet ones,” but I guess in wrestlin’, it’s the loud ones ya gotta watch out for.
- Anyway, they say this Punk fella whacked Drew with a toolbox. A toolbox! Can ya believe it? Not a chair, not a table, but a toolbox. What’s next, a plow? A milk pail? These wrestlers, I tell ya, they’ll use anything but their fists sometimes.
Then there’s talk about money. Said Drew makes a good chunk of change, somethin’ like $550,000 a year. That’s a whole lotta hay, let me tell ya. But maybe it ain’t enough for him. Maybe he wants more, ya know? Folks always wantin’ more, like my chickens always peckin’ for more feed, even when their bellies are full.
But then, he came back, didn’t he? Showed up on that RAW show and caused a ruckus. Surprised everyone, they said. Well, life’s full of surprises, ain’t it? Like that time the cow got loose and ended up in the mayor’s garden. Now that was a surprise.
Some folks, they ain’t happy he’s back. This Vince Russo fella, he’s complainin’. Always gotta be someone complainin’, I guess. Reminds me of my neighbor, old Mrs. Higgins, always gripin’ ’bout somethin’. The weather, the kids, the price of eggs… Some folks just born to complain, I reckon.
Drew’s a young fella, too. Started wrestlin’ when he was just 22. A baby, practically. My boy was still milkin’ cows at that age. But this Drew, he was already jumpin’ around in them tight pants and boots. They pushed him hard, they say, wanted him to be a big star. Sometimes that works, sometimes it don’t. Like that time I tried to make a prize-winning pumpkin pie, and it ended up flat as a pancake.
And then there’s his wife, bless her heart. Heard she had to go to the hospital for somethin’ serious. Emergency surgery, they said. That’ll put a scare in ya, I tell ya. Hope she’s doin’ alright now. Family’s more important than wrestlin’, that’s for sure.
So, did he quit? Did he not quit? Who knows for sure? These wrestling folks, they like to keep ya guessin’. It’s like a soap opera, but with more muscles and less cryin’. Maybe he was just takin’ a break, ya know? Like when I sit on the porch with a glass of sweet tea after a long day of work. Everybody needs a break sometimes.
But he’s back now, and that’s all that matters, I guess. Back to the jumpin’ and the yellin’ and the fake punchin’. And the folks will keep watchin’, and the money will keep comin’ in, and the whole thing will just keep on spinnin’ like a top. That’s just the way it is, I reckon.
And as for Drew, well, he’ll do what he’s gonna do. Just like the rest of us. We all make our choices, and we all gotta live with ’em. That’s life, ain’t it? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens.
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