Alright, alright, let me tell ya about this whole CM Punk Smackdown thing. Don’t know much about these fancy wrestling names, but I heard folks yellin’ about it down at the market.
So, this CM Punk fella, he comes back, see? Big surprise, I guess. Like when old Bessie the cow wandered off and came back three days later, only fatter. Everybody was all worked up, hollerin’ and cheerin’. They say he was gone for a bit, took some time off after beatin’ up some other fella, Drew Mc-somethin’ or other. Sounds like a bar fight to me, but they do it in a fancy ring with lights and all.
- He showed up on that there Smackdown show, yeah, that’s what they call it. Like when you smack down a fly on the counter, only these folks are smackin’ each other.
- Then, they say he’s gonna be wrestlin’ again, at some big place, Madison Square Garden. Sounds fancy, like where city folks go to see them shows.
Folks are sayin’ he might be wrestlin’ around Christmas time. December 26th, to be exact. Imagine that, wrestlin’ instead of eatin’ leftover turkey. Well, I guess it’s a job like any other, gotta put food on the table, even if it means gettin’ tossed around like a sack of potatoes.
They had this other fella, LA Knight, fightin’ some fella named Santos Escobar. Kept his title, they said. United States Champion. Sounds important, like he’s the best at smacking folks down in the whole country. But then, wouldn’t ya know it, another fella, Nakamura, comes and whacks him good. Just like when you think you got all the weeds pulled and then a whole new batch pops up.
This whole wrestlin’ thing is kinda like a soap opera, ain’t it? Always somethin’ happenin’, folks fightin’, then makin’ up, then fightin’ again. Reminds me of the chickens in the coop, always peckin’ at each other.
CM Punk, he’s a big deal, seems like. They even said he was the first one to jump in this big ol’ fight called the Royal Rumble. Like a whole bunch of folks throwin’ punches all at once. Sounds like a mess to me, like tryin’ to sort out a pile of yarn after the cat gets to it.
And get this, this CM Punk fella, his real name is somethin’ else entirely. Phil Brooks, they say. Like havin’ a nickname for your dog, only backwards. And he’s married to some woman, another wrestler I think, Mendez, they call her. They live in Chicago, way up north. Probably cold up there, not like here where the sun beats down on ya all day long.
So, they keep askin’, what’s next for this CM Punk fella? Well, I reckon he’ll keep on smackin’ folks down, that’s what wrestlers do, ain’t it? He’ll probably have some more fights, maybe win some more belts, maybe lose some. It’s all the same in the end, just like plantin’ seeds, some grow, some don’t. You just keep on goin’. This whole thing, it’s just like life, full of ups and downs, twists and turns. Just gotta keep your head up and keep on fightin’, or wrestlin’, or whatever it is you do.
Folks get all excited about it, though. Guess it’s somethin’ to watch, somethin’ to talk about. Like when the neighbor’s prize pig gets loose and runs through the flower beds. It’s a spectacle, for sure. So, that’s the story of this CM Punk Smackdown thing, as best as I can tell ya. Just a bunch of folks smackin’ each other around for fun and money. Not my cup of tea, but hey, to each their own, right?
