Alright, let’s talk about this “Survivor Series” thing, whatever it is. Sounds like a big deal, folks keep yellin’ about it.
So, from what I gather, it’s some kinda wrestlin’ show, y’know? Like those big fellas on TV, grunting and groanin’ and flinging each other around. My grandson, he watches it all the time, screamin’ at the TV like a wildcat. I tell ya, these young’uns and their noise!
Anyways, this “Survivor Series”, seems like it’s been goin’ on forever. Like, a real long time. They say it’s got all sorts of history, big moments and such. Kinda like that time old man Johnson’s cow got stuck in the mud, that was a big moment for our town, let me tell ya.
- First off, they talk about some “Montreal Screwjob”. Sounds scandalous, don’t it? Like someone cheated or somethin’. Folks get all riled up about it, sayin’ it was a big turning point. I reckon it was like when Mrs. Gable’s prize-winning pie got mysteriously switched at the county fair. Folks talked about that for years!
- Then there’s all this talk about “shocking moments.” Like, fellas gettin’ betrayed, surprise winners, all sorts of drama. Reminds me of that time my cousin Elroy ran off with the traveling salesman and left poor Martha with six kids and a mule. Now that was shocking!
- They also got these “defining moments,” they call ’em. Stuff that made the whole “Survivor Series” important. Like, the first time someone won a big match, or when someone came back from an injury. Kinda like when little Timmy finally learned to ride his bike after fallin’ off a hundred times. That was a definin’ moment for him, I tell ya.
Seems like they got all sorts of matches too. Big fellas fightin’ for championships, teams fightin’ each other, sometimes even the referees get involved! It’s a whole heap of confusion if you ask me, but the crowd seems to love it.
One time, they say, there was this fella named Goldberg. Big, strong fella. He fought another fella named Triple H. And Goldberg, he won! He did some kinda move called a “Spear” and a “Jackhammer”. Sounded painful, I tell ya. Reminds me of when I used to chase chickens around the yard with a broom, except these fellas are a whole lot bigger than chickens.
And then there was this other time, with a fella named Randy Orton. He was defendin’ his championship, see? And there was this other fella, Wade Barrett, tryin’ to take it from him. And get this, John Cena, another wrestler, he was the referee! Can you believe that? A wrestler bein’ a referee! It’s like lettin’ the fox guard the henhouse, I tell ya. They called it a “free or fired” match, whatever that means. Sounds kinda dangerous if you ask me.
This whole “Survivor Series” thing, it’s got debuts, they say. New fellas showin’ up, tryin’ to make a name for themselves. Like that time young Billy Jenkins came to town and opened up that fancy new barbershop. Shook things up a bit, he did.
And there’s infamy too, they say. Guess that means some fellas did bad things, or maybe just got beat real bad. Kinda like when old man Fitzwilliam tried to cheat at the poker game and got caught red-handed. He was infamous alright, for a while there.
They got firsts too. Like the first time someone did a certain move, or the first time a certain type of match happened. Reminds me of the first time we got electricity in our town. Folks were so excited, stayin’ up all night just to watch the lights flicker.
And now, they say this “Survivor Series” is near its 20th anniversary and wrapping up its 40th season! That’s a lot of wrestlin’, folks. A whole lot of gruntin’ and groanin’ and flinging each other around. I guess it must be a pretty big deal if it’s been goin’ on that long. Kinda like the annual town picnic, been goin’ on for as long as I can remember.
They talk about “The Bloodline” and some fella named Reigns tryin’ to be the leader. Sounds like a bunch of squabbling siblings to me. Reminds me of my own kids fightin’ over the last piece of pie at Thanksgiving.
And they even got this fella named Punk involved now. He got hit by accident, they say. Poor fella. Reminds me of that time my cat, Whiskers, got run over by the milk truck. Accidents happen, I guess.
So yeah, that’s what I know about this “Survivor Series”. A whole lotta wrestlin’, a whole lotta drama, and a whole lotta noise. It ain’t my cup of tea, but the young’uns seem to like it. Me? I’d rather sit on the porch with a glass of lemonade and watch the clouds go by. But hey, to each their own, I always say.
