Alright, alright, let’s talk about this… uh… what’s it called? First Woman Royal Rumble, yeah, that’s it. Sounds fancy, but lemme tell ya, it’s just a big ol’ wrestling match, like the ones my grandpappy used to watch, but with gals this time. Don’t get me wrong, these gals ain’t no pushovers, they tough as nails, some of ’em even tougher than them fellas, if ya ask me.
So, they say some gal named Chyna, bless her heart, was the first woman to ever jump in with the fellas, way back when. Twenty-five years ago, they say! That’s a long time, even longer than it takes to grow a good patch of corn. Now, that was somethin’, a real groundbreaker, like when they first got them fancy tractors ’round here. Changed everything, it did. Made things… different.
Now these days, they got their own rumble, just for the gals. And lemme tell ya, it’s a hoot! All them gals beatin’ the snot outta each other, throwin’ each other over the top rope, just like the fellas. It’s good entertainment, better than watchin’ them chickens peck at the dirt all day, I tell ya.
This year, they say this Becky Lynch gal, “The Man” they call her, she’s the one to beat. Says she might be the first gal to win it twice. Imagine that! Two times! That’s like gettin’ two helpin’s of pie at the church picnic, only… you know… with more punchin’ and less pie.
- She’s a tough one, that Becky. Reminds me a bit of old Bessie, my milk cow. Stubborn as a mule, but gets the job done.
- But then there’s this other gal, Ripley, they say. Big and strong, like a Clydesdale horse. And Becky, she been avoidin’ her all year. Smart girl, maybe. Like knowin’ to stay outta the bull’s way in the pasture.
They talk about this fella Edge too. Came back outta nowhere and won the men’s rumble a while back. Said it was “shockin’” and “astoundin’.” Well, I guess so. Like seein’ a double rainbow after a big storm, kinda makes ya stop and stare. But this ain’t about the fellas, this is about them gals, them tough, scrappy gals who ain’t afraid to get down and dirty.
This year’s rumble, they kicked it off with the gals right away. Don’t know why, maybe they figured the gals would get the crowd riled up faster. And they did, lemme tell ya. Less than ten gals announced beforehand, sneaky, like hidin’ the good eggs for yourself at the hen house. But that don’t matter, it’s all about who’s left standin’ at the end.
Wrestling’s changed, ain’t it? Used to be just big ol’ fellas grunting and groanin’. Now you got these gals, flyin’ through the air, smackin’ each other around. It’s somethin’ else, I tell ya. Keeps things interestin’, like addin’ a bit of spice to the stew.
So, this here first woman Royal Rumble, it’s more than just a fight. It’s about showin’ the world that gals can be tough, gals can be strong, and gals can rumble just as good as any fella. And maybe, just maybe, even better. It’s somethin’ to be proud of, like watchin’ your crops grow tall and strong after a long, hard season.
And that’s all I gotta say ’bout that. It’s just a bunch of gals wrestlin’, but it’s excitin’ and it makes ya cheer, and that’s all that matters, ain’t it? Just like a good barn dance, ya gotta have some fun, and these gals, they sure know how to have a good time, even if it means gettin’ tossed around like a ragdoll.
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