Alright, listen up, y’all. Gonna tell ya ’bout this OTC WWE thing. Don’t know what all them letters mean, but it’s somethin’ fierce, like a rooster fight in the barnyard, only with bigger fellas and way more smack talk.
Now, they tell me this OTC, it stands for somethin’ like “Original Tribal Chief.” Sounds fancy, huh? Like them city slickers with their big words. But lemme tell ya, it ain’t nothin’ but a buncha fellas beatin’ the tar outta each other. One fella, they call him the “Chief,” he done gone and whooped his own brother, Jimmy. Can ya believe that? Family fightin’ family. Reminds me of them Hatfield and McCoy stories my grampa used to tell.
Anyways, this Chief fella, he didn’t stop there. He went and got hisself a posse. Three big ol’ boys. Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa, and that crazy Jacob Fatu. They like a pack of wild dogs, tearin’ through everythin’ in their path. Strong boys, them. Like them bulls we used to have on the farm, all muscle and snortin’.
- Tama Tonga
- Tonga Loa
- Jacob Fatu
And who they be fightin’? Well, it’s another bunch, callin’ themselves the “Bloodline.” More family drama, I reckon. Seems like these fellas can’t get along for nothin’. Always scrappin’ and yellin’. Reminds me of my chickens when they fight over a worm. Feathers flyin’ everywhere.
This fightin’ been goin’ on for a while now, and they say it ain’t stoppin’ anytime soon. They gonna keep on beatin’ each other up, I guess. It’s like them soap operas my daughter watches, all drama and fightin’. Only difference is, these fellas are real, and they ain’t fakin’ them punches. They hittin’ each other hard, makin’ my old bones ache just watchin’ ’em.
Now, I heard some folks talkin’ about buyin’ stuff with somethin’ called “OTC benefits” at a place called Walgreens. Don’t rightly know what that’s all about, but it sounds like them city folk tryin’ to make money off this fightin’. Always tryna sell ya somethin’, ain’t they? Like them snake oil salesmen comin’ through town peddlin’ their miracle cures. Can’t trust nobody these days.
But back to the fightin’. That’s the main thing, ain’t it? Them fellas beatin’ each other up, entertainin’ the folks. It’s like them old gladiators, fightin’ in the arena. Only difference is, these fellas ain’t got swords and shields. They got fists and feet, and they ain’t afraid to use ’em. Brutal, I tell ya. Just plain brutal.
So, if you like watchin’ fellas wrestle and punch and slam each other around, then this OTC WWE thing might be right up your alley. Me, I’d rather watch a good old-fashioned barn dance, but to each their own, I reckon. Just don’t go gettin’ any ideas ’bout fightin’ your own kin. Family’s important, even if they do drive ya crazy sometimes.
And that’s all I gotta say ’bout this OTC WWE stuff. It’s a whole lotta fightin’ and drama, and I reckon it’ll keep on goin’ ’til one of them fellas gets tired of beatin’ up the other. Or maybe ’til they all run out of steam and decide to go home and have a nice cup of tea. Wouldn’t that be somethin’? But I ain’t holdin’ my breath. These fellas like fightin’ too much.
Now, y’all go on and have a good day, ya hear? And try not to get into too much trouble. The world’s already got enough fightin’ in it, without us addin’ to it.
Tags: [OTC, WWE, Wrestling, Tribal Chief, Bloodline, Faction, Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa, Jacob Fatu, Fights, Sports Entertainment]
