Alright, alright, let me tell ya ’bout this fella, Enzo Amore. I don’t know much about this wrestlin’ stuff, but my grandson, he watches it all the time. Always yellin’ at the TV, makin’ a big fuss. So, I picked up a thing or two, ya know?
This Enzo fella, he used to be a big deal in that WWE thing. Yeah, the wrestlin’ show with all the jumpin’ and yellin’. My grandson said Enzo was real popular, always talkin’ smack and makin’ people laugh. But then, somethin’ happened. He got himself fired, somethin’ about bein’ too cocky, my grandson says. Kids these days, they know everything, or think they do.
Now, Enzo, he looks different. Saw a picture my grandson showed me. This boy, he’s all muscles now, like one of them bodybuilder fellas. Apparently, he’s been workin’ out, liftin’ weights and whatnot. Grandson says he’s “ripped.” Whatever that means.
- He got fired from WWE, that’s for sure.
- Then he started rappin’, like them fellas on the radio. Goes by “Real1” or somethin’. Don’t know if he’s any good, ain’t my kinda music. Too much noise.
- And he’s still wrestlin’, but not on TV no more. Travelin’ around, wrestlin’ in different places. My grandson keeps track, he knows all these things.
There was somethin’ about a fart, too. My grandson was laughin’ his head off tellin’ me about it. Seems Enzo had a problem with this other wrestler, Baron Corbin, ’cause of somethin’ that happened way back when. A fart, can ya believe it? These wrestlers, they’re a strange bunch.
And there’s this woman, Carmella. She used to wrestle with Enzo, or somethin’ like that. She’s not wrestlin’ right now, had a baby. A little boy. Good for her, I say. Wrestlin’ ain’t no job for a mama, too much jumpin’ around.
This Enzo, he had it good, my grandson tells me. Real popular, people loved him. But he messed it up, got too big for his britches. Grandson says he had a bad attitude, got into trouble backstage. See, that’s what happens when you don’t behave yourself. Just like I always say, keep your nose clean and your mouth shut, and you’ll be alright. But these young folks, they never listen.
Now, Enzo, he’s called somethin’ else, too. W. Morrissey, or Big Bill. My grandson says he changed his name. Guess he’s tryin’ to start fresh, leave the past behind. Well, good luck to him, I say. It ain’t easy changin’ your ways, especially when you’re used to bein’ the center of attention.
So, that’s the story of Enzo Amore, as best as I can tell ya. He was a wrestler, got fired, became a rapper, got all muscly, and now he’s wrestlin’ again under a different name. And it all started with a fart, apparently. Go figure. This wrestlin’ world, it’s a crazy place.
From what I gather, this Enzo fella, he ain’t nobody special no more. Not like he used to be. My grandson still follows him, though. Says he’s got potential, whatever that means. I just hope the boy stays outta trouble. Wrestlin’ or rappin’, it don’t matter. Just be a good person, that’s what I say.
Anyway, that’s all I got. Hope it makes sense to ya. This wrestlin’ stuff, it’s complicated. Too much drama for an old lady like me. I’d rather watch my soap operas. At least them folks just talk, they don’t go around jumpin’ off ropes and smackin’ each other.
Tags: [Enzo Amore, WWE, Wrestling, Real1, Carmella, Baron Corbin, W. Morrissey, Big Bill, Pro Wrestling, Fired]
