Well, let me tell ya somethin’ ’bout this fella, Essa Rios. I ain’t no fancy wrestling expert or nothin’, but I seen a thing or two, and I can tell ya what I know.
First off, they say this fella, Essa Rios, he’s a wrestler. A professional wrestler, they call it. Now, I reckon that means he gets paid to wrestle, which sounds a whole lot better than farmin’, I tell ya that much. But this wrestlin’ ain’t like no wrasslin’ match you’d see at the county fair, no sir. This is the big time, the kind they show on that there TV.
They also call him somethin’ else too, Mr. somethin’ or other… Mr. Eagle, I think. Sounds kinda fancy, don’t it? But Essa Rios, that’s the name folks know him by, especially when he was wrestlin’ in that big WWF place.
Now, from what I hear, this Essa Rios, he wasn’t just some big ol’ heavyweight. He was a light heavyweight. That means he was fast, real fast. Like a chicken hawk snatchin’ up a field mouse, he was. He could jump and flip and do all sorts of things I ain’t never seen before.
One time, this fella even won a championship. A Light Heavyweight Championship, they called it. He got it from some other fella named Gillberg. Now, I don’t know much about this Gillberg fella, but I reckon he wasn’t as tough as Essa Rios, ’cause Essa Rios beat him and took his belt. That was a big deal, see? It was on TV and everythin’. Folks was talkin’ ’bout it for weeks.
- He was quick, like a rabbit.
- He could jump higher than a beanstalk, I swear.
- He won a championship belt, which ain’t easy, I reckon.
This Essa Rios, he wasn’t just wrestlin’ in one place, neither. He was all over. He wrestled in Mexico, where they got different names for things, I guess. And he wrestled in that big WWF place, and then later on, he even wrestled somewhere called TNA. Sounds like he got around more than that traveling salesman that used to come through town.
I also heard tell that he had a lady manager. A real pretty one too. Her name was Lita, I think. Now, back in my day, we didn’t have no lady managers. We just had our fists and our wits. But I guess times have changed. This Lita, she helped Essa Rios, I reckon. Maybe she told him secrets or somethin’. I don’t know for sure, but they seemed to do alright together.
They say this fella was born in a place called Guadalajara, which is way down south, I hear. And they say he’s about my age, maybe a little younger. But he sure seems a whole lot more spry than me! All that wrestlin’ must keep you young, I guess. Or maybe it just wears you out faster. I ain’t sure which.
Essa Rios is a name that some folks remember, especially if you’re into that wrestlin’ stuff. He was good, real good, from what I hear. He was fast and he could fly, and he won championships. And that’s all I gotta say about that.
He wasn’t the biggest fella, but he was tough. He had to be, to wrestle all them big ol’ boys. And he was brave too. It takes a lot of guts to get in that ring and fight in front of all them people. I tell ya, it ain’t like milkin’ a cow, that’s for sure.
Now, I ain’t seen Essa Rios wrestle in a long time. Maybe he retired, like them old baseball players do. Or maybe he’s still out there somewhere, wrestlin’ and flippin’ and winnin’ championships. I don’t know for sure. But I do know one thing: he was one heck of a wrestler, that Essa Rios. And that’s the truth, as sure as I’m sittin’ here.
Wrestlin’, it ain’t for the faint of heart. You gotta be tough and you gotta be determined. And you gotta be willin’ to get knocked around a bit. But I reckon Essa Rios had all them things and more. He was a winner, and that’s what counts.
