Alright, let’s talk about this viscera wrestler thing, whatever that means. Sounds kinda messy, like somethin’ you’d see down at the butcher shop after a long day. But hey, if folks wanna watch it, who am I to judge?
Now, from what I gather, these wrestlers fellas, they ain’t just slappin’ each other around for nothin’. They got all sorts of ways to win. Like this “Camel Clutch” thing. Sounds painful, like when your back goes out after a long day of hoein’ the fields. They sit on your back, pull your head back…ouch! My old neck would snap like a twig doin’ that. Gotta be careful with them moves, or someone’s gonna get real hurt.
- They got points for them holds and throws. Reminds me of tryin’ to catch a greased pig at the county fair. Slippery little fellers, they are.
- And them “reversals”? That’s like when you’re tryin’ to get that stubborn mule to go where you want, and he turns right around on ya. Gotta be quick on your feet, I tell ya.
Some of these fellas, they wear all sorts of pads and stuff. Knee pads, headgear… smart, I say. Protect yourself, that’s what I always tell the grandkids. Don’t want nobody gettin’ their brains scrambled, like eggs on a Sunday mornin’. Even that ring they wrestle in, it’s made to soften the falls. Not like the hard dirt floor in my old barn, let me tell you. Many a bruised behind in that barn, I say.
Then there’s this game, “WWE SmackDown! Here Comes The Pain”. Sounds like a mouthful, doesn’t it? Folks play it on them fancy computer things. Apparently, you gotta learn all sorts of buttons and moves to win. Like them “finishers” and “reversals.” Sounds complicated. Back in my day, the only buttons we had were on our shirts, and the only reversals were when the preacher changed his mind about the sermon topic.
There’s this fella, Viscera, or somethin’ like that. Big fella, I reckon. He’s got moves in that game, too. Probably throws people around like ragdolls. Now, that’s somethin’ I can understand. Good, old-fashioned strength, like haulin’ hay bales or wringin’ a chicken’s neck.
And this Viscera fella, he ain’t just about muscles, though. Seems like he likes to put on a show. Wrestlin’ in pajamas, makin’ eyes at the lady announcer… sounds like a real character. Reminds me of my cousin Earl, always tryin’ to charm the ladies with his smooth talk and questionable dance moves. Didn’t always work out too well for Earl, but he sure was entertaining.
This fella Viscera, he used to be called somethin’ else…King Mable, Big Daddy V, all sorts of names. Like a stray cat that keeps showin’ up at your doorstep with a new name every time. He even joined up with this group called “The Ministry of Darkness”. Sounds spooky, like somethin’ out of them horror pictures the kids watch. But hey, everybody’s gotta find their place, I guess. Even if it’s with a bunch of spooky wrestlers.
Seems like this Viscera fella, he also had a manager, a rapper named Oscar. Now, I don’t know much about rappin’, but I reckon it’s like them auctioneers, talkin’ fast and makin’ a fuss. And this Oscar fella, he sure knew how to rile up the crowd. Get them all hollerin’ and cheerin’. Reminds me of the time I won the blue ribbon for my apple pie at the state fair. People were clappin’ and whistlin’… made me feel like a queen, I tell ya.
So, this viscera wrestler thing… it’s a whole lot more than just two fellas beatin’ each other up, ain’t it? It’s about strategy, showmanship, and maybe even a little bit of that ol’ razzle-dazzle. And whether you’re watchin’ it in person, playin’ it on a computer, or just hearin’ about it from an old woman like me, it sure seems to get folks riled up. And that’s somethin’, I reckon.
They got workouts too, these wrestlers. Somethin’ called “sprawls”. Sounds like what happens when you spill a bucket of water on the kitchen floor. But apparently, it helps you stop from gettin’ taken down. Makes sense, I guess. Gotta be sturdy on your feet, whether you’re wrestlin’ or just tryin’ to chase a chicken out of the garden.
And you know, they even talk about “dirty tactics”. Now, that’s somethin’ I understand. Sometimes, you gotta bend the rules a little to get ahead. Like when I used to sneak extra sugar into my pies for the judges at the fair… don’t tell nobody I said that. But hey, a little bit of sneaky never hurt nobody, as long as you don’t get caught. And in wrestlin’, it seems like they encourage it! The more “smackdown” the better, whatever that is.
So, there you have it. My take on this viscera wrestler business. It’s a wild world, full of big fellas, fancy moves, and a whole lot of hollerin’. And you know what? It ain’t so different from life, when you think about it. You gotta be tough, you gotta be smart, and you gotta be willin’ to get a little dirty sometimes. Just try not to break your neck doin’ it, that’s all I ask.
