Alright, alright, lemme tell ya ’bout this fella, Dricus somethin’-somethin’, the one who fights in that cage thingy. Folks call it the UFC or somethin’. Now, I don’t know much ’bout fightin’, ‘cept when my chickens scrap over a worm, but this Dricus fella, he’s made quite the splash, even this old lady heard ’bout him.
So, this Dricus guy, he’s from…well, somewhere far away, not from around here, that’s for sure. They say he’s one of them top-paid athletes from his country. Good for him, I say, makin’ a livin’ with his fists. Better than slavin’ in the fields all day, like we used to.
Now, here’s the kicker. This boy, after winnin’ one of his fights, he went and kissed his coach! Yep, right on the lips, smack-dab like they was sweethearts or somethin’. Now, I ain’t got nothin’ against kissin’, mind you, but seein’ two grown men lockin’ lips…well, it’s somethin’ you don’t see every day ’round here, that’s for sure.
- First, he won the fight. Beat the other fella real good, they say.
- Then, bam! He plants a kiss on his coach, this fella Morne Visser.
- Folks went wild, talkin’ and gossiping like hens in a henhouse.
This whole kissin’ thing, it got folks all riled up. They say it “took the internet by storm.” Now, I ain’t got no computer, don’t even know what the “internet” is, but from what I hear, it’s like the whole world saw it and started jabberin’. Some folks were confused, some were laughin’, some were probably mad, though I don’t see why. It ain’t hurtin’ nobody.
They say this Dricus fella fought this other guy called “The Reaper”. Sounds like a scary name, like somethin’ outta the Bible. But Dricus, he beat him. Knocked him out, they call it a “TKO”. Then came the kiss. Right after the fight, when he was all sweaty and probably tired, he just went and kissed his coach. Guess he was just happy to win, or maybe that’s just how them fightin’ fellas show affection, who knows?
I heard some fella, Cameron Saiman, talkin’ ’bout it. Guess he’s someone important, knows ’bout fightin’ and stuff. He talked about how the UFC fighter showed some love to his coach. And apparently, even that big fightin’ champion fella, the one who holds the belt or somethin’, he even talked ’bout Dricus on somethin’ called “X”. Don’t ask me what that is, sounds like somethin’ you mark on a map to me.
Now, I don’t know why this Dricus fella kissed his coach. Maybe they’re real close, like family. Maybe it’s just a way they celebrate. Maybe they lost a bet. Maybe he got the other fella’s name wrong? Maybe that’s normal for them city folk? I ain’t judgin’. People do strange things, Lord knows I’ve seen my share. Like that time ol’ Bessie tried to milk the rooster… now that was a sight!
But this Dricus, he’s makin’ a name for himself, that’s for sure. Kissin’ or fightin’, people are talkin’ ’bout him. And as long as he ain’t botherin’ me or my chickens, I say good luck to him. He can kiss whoever he wants, far as I’m concerned. Just hope he washes his face after, all that sweat and blood ain’t good for nobody’s skin.
So that’s the story, as best as I can tell it. This fightin’ fella, Dricus somethin’, kissed his coach, and the world went crazy. Folks talkin’ and arguin’ and whatnot. Me? I’m just gonna go feed my chickens. They don’t care ’bout kissin’, they just care ’bout gettin’ their bellies full. And that’s somethin’ I understand.
Anyways, this whole thing made me think maybe I should start kissin’ my rooster after he… well, you know… does his job with the hens. Maybe then he’d work harder and give me more chicks. Hmm… somethin’ to think about, I reckon. But then again, maybe not. Some things are best left to them fightin’ fellas and city folk.
So there you have it, the story of the fighter who kissed his coach. It’s a strange world, ain’t it? But as long as there’s food on the table and the chickens are layin’, I ain’t complainin’. Now, go on, git! You got your story, now let me get back to my chores.
