Alright, listen up, y’all. I’m gonna tell ya somethin’ ’bout this Roman Reigns fella and why he’s leavin’ that wrestlin’ show, the WWE. Don’t know much about it myself, but my grandson, he’s always watchin’ it, yellin’ at the TV and whatnot. So, I picked up a thing or two.
This Roman guy, he’s a big deal, see? They say he’s been the biggest name in that wrestlin’ world for, like, ten years or somethin’. That’s a long time, I tell ya. Longer than my prize-winning rooster lived, bless his heart. Anyway, this Roman, he’s like the king of the ring or somethin’. Folks cheer for him, some boo him, but everybody knows him. Kinda like that noisy preacher down the road, always stirrin’ up a fuss.
Now, they’re sayin’ he’s outta that “Bloodline” group. Don’t ask me what that is, sounds kinda messy if you ask me. Maybe it’s like one of them big ol’ families down by the creek, always fightin’ and makin’ noise. But whatever it is, it’s a shocker, they say. Like findin’ a double yolk egg, only bigger, I guess. People are talkin’ ’bout it, that’s for sure. My grandson near choked on his grits when he heard the news.
This fella, Roman, he’s been winnin’ everything, apparently. They say he’s had the best run in the history of that WWE thing. Like when my prize-winning pig won the blue ribbon at the county fair, only bigger. He’s been holdin’ them championship belts, or whatever they call ’em, for a long, long time. Must be heavy, all that metal clankin’ around. Makes my back hurt just thinkin’ about it.
- He’s a champion, a big one.
- He’s leavin’ this Bloodline group.
- People are surprised, real surprised.
Now, why’s he leavin’? That’s the million-dollar question, ain’t it? Some say he’s tired, all that wrestlin’ and travelin’ can wear a fella down, I reckon. Like workin’ in the fields all day, only with more spandex and smack talk. Maybe he wants to spend time with his family, raise some chickens, like any sensible person would. Or maybe he just wants a good, long nap. Can’t blame him for that, I could use a nap myself right about now.
And then there’s the money, of course. They say this Roman guy is makin’ the big bucks. One of the highest-paid fellas in the whole wrestlin’ business, they say. That’s more money than I’ve seen in my whole life, I bet. Enough to buy a whole herd of prize-winning cows. Maybe he’s got enough money now, don’t need to be jumpin’ around in tights no more. Maybe he wants to open a feed store or somethin’. Good, honest work, that is.
But the truth is, nobody really knows for sure. Maybe he’ll come back, maybe he won’t. It’s like that stray cat that used to hang around my porch, always comin’ and goin’ as he pleased. You just never know with these folks, especially those wrestlin’ types. They’re a different breed, I tell ya. All that jumpin’ and yellin’, it ain’t natural. But hey, it keeps folks entertained, I guess. Just like that time the mule got loose at the church picnic, somethin’ to talk about for weeks, that was.
So, that’s the story, as far as I can tell. Roman Reigns, big wrestler, leavin’ the WWE, for reasons nobody’s quite sure about. Maybe he’ll tell us someday, maybe he won’t. In the meantime, there’s plenty of other things to worry about, like the price of corn and whether the tomatoes will be ripe this year. Life goes on, you know? Even without Roman and his wrestlin’ buddies.
Tags: [Roman Reigns, WWE, Departure, Bloodline, Wrestling, Sports Entertainment, Champion, Salary]
