Well, let me tell you somethin’ ’bout this whole wrestling thing, you know, the kind them youngsters watch on TV. They got this fella, Roman Reigns. Big fella, strong, looks like he could pull a tractor outta the mud with his bare hands.
Now, they got this thing called a “draft,” sounds fancy, like pickin’ apples but with people. They shuffle these wrestlers around, put ’em on different shows, makes it excitin’, I guess. But this year, somethin’ funny happened. They said Roman, this big strong fella, he ain’t gettin’ drafted. Nope. Not this year.
Heard tell from that fella with the slicked-back hair and the loud voice, Paul somethin’-or-other, he’s Roman’s talkin’ man. Said Roman, he’s the “Tribal Chief,” whatever that means. Sounds important, like the head honcho of the whole chicken coop. Anyway, Paul, he says Roman ain’t “eligible” to be drafted. Eligible, that’s a big word for a country gal like me, but I reckon it means he ain’t in the pickin’ line this time around.
Now, they didn’t give us a real straight answer, you know? Just a bunch of fancy talk. Makes a body wonder, what’s really goin’ on? Is Roman hurt? Did he eat somethin’ that didn’t agree with him? Maybe he just got tired of all that rasslin’ and went fishin’. I tell you what, these city folks, they sure like to make things complicated.
- Roman Reigns not drafted: That’s the main thing, they didn’t pick him.
- Paul Heyman announced it: That talkin’ man of Roman’s, he did the tellin’.
- “Tribal Chief” not eligible: Fancy words, but it means Roman ain’t in the draft.
- No immediate return: Heard tell Roman ain’t comin’ back to fightin’ anytime soon.
Some folks sayin’ he pulled himself outta the draft. Said he “withdrew his eligibility.” Again with them big words! Sounds like he just decided he didn’t wanna be picked. Maybe he’s got bigger fish to fry, you know? Maybe he’s got a farm somewhere, growin’ corn and tomatoes. Wouldn’t that be somethin’? The “Tribal Chief,” out there in the fields, gettin’ his hands dirty.
This happened on that “SmackDown” show, whatever that is. Seems like a lot of yelling and thumpin’ goes on there. Not my cup of tea, I prefer a good church singin’ myself. But the young’uns, they love it. And they were all talkin’ ‘bout Roman not gettin’ drafted.
Now, I don’t know about all the ins and outs of this wrestlin’ business. Seems like a lot of drama for a bunch of grown men in tight pants. But one thing’s for sure, Roman Reigns, he ain’t gonna be on them shows for a while. He ain’t gettin’ drafted. He ain’t fightin’. He’s just… gone. Maybe he’ll be back, maybe he won’t. Only time will tell, I reckon.
And that Paul Heyman, he’s a slippery one, that’s for sure. Always talkin’ in circles, makin’ things sound important. He said Roman won’t be back in the “immediate future.” Immediate future? That could mean tomorrow, next week, or next year! They sure like to keep us guessin’, don’t they?
So, that’s the long and short of it. Roman Reigns, big strong fella, he ain’t gettin’ picked in this year’s draft. He’s off doin’ somethin’ else, nobody really knows what. And them city folk, they’re makin’ a big fuss about it. Me? I’m just gonna go back to my gardenin’. At least the tomatoes don’t talk in circles.
And that, as they say, is that. No more Roman Reigns for a spell. He ain’t eligible, he ain’t drafted, he ain’t around. And the rest of them wrestlers, they gonna have to figure out what to do without him. It’s like losin’ the best rooster in the coop, things just ain’t the same.
This whole draft thing, it happened before the “Friday Night SmackDown” show even started. They announced it backstage, like they were whisperin’ secrets. But secrets don’t stay secret for long, especially when it comes to wrestlin’. And now everybody’s talkin’ about it, wonderin’ when Roman will be back and what he’ll be doin’. But for now, he’s just not eligible to be drafted in this year of 2024. He ain’t in the picture and that’s all there is to it.
