Well, let me tell you somethin’ ’bout this Alexa Bliss gal. Folks been talkin’, you know, like they do at the market ’bout when she’s comin’ back to that wrestlin’ show. WWE, they call it. Been gone a long time, this girl has. Nearly two years, they say. That’s a long spell, like waitin’ for the crops to grow.
I hear tell she had herself a baby. A little one, just like my grandbabies. Born last November, they say. Guess that’s why she’s been gone. Makin’ babies ain’t no easy thing, let me tell ya. Takes a toll on a woman, it does. But good for her, findin’ happiness and all.
Now, this Alexa, she’s a fighter, they say. Not like us old hens fightin’ over the last piece of pie at the church picnic, mind you. She wrestles. In a ring. With other women. And men sometimes, I think. They jump and they kick and they throw each other around. Sounds rough, don’t it? But she’s good at it, real good from what I hear. Folks cheer for her, loud as thunder.
- They say she wrestled this Bianca Belair gal. At some fancy show called Royal Rumble. Sounds like a big deal.
- And then there’s this Fiend fella. Messin’ with her head, they say. And Braun Strowman too. Sounds like a whole lot of trouble to me. Why can’t folks just be nice to each other?
But folks miss her, this Alexa. They want her back on that TV show, doin’ her wrestlin’ thing. They talk about it all the time. Like when the rain’s gonna come, or if the price of eggs will go down. It’s the talk of the town, you see. They even got websites and things, talkin’ ’bout her. Modern times, I tell ya, always somethin’ new.
Some folks think she’ll be back next year, 2025 they say. But who knows for sure? Maybe she’ll stay home with that baby. Maybe she’ll decide wrestlin’ ain’t for her no more. Life changes, you know. One minute you’re plantin’ seeds, the next you’re watchin’ them grow. And maybe some of these other women try to take her place, you know, become top dog, but the people, they remember Alexa. They know who’s the real deal.
I reckon she’ll come back when she’s ready. Can’t rush these things. Just like you can’t rush a good pot of stew. Gotta let it simmer, let it get just right. And when she does come back, I bet those folks will be cheerin’ louder than a rooster at sunrise. They’ll be happy to see her, that’s for sure.
She’s a tough one, that Alexa Bliss. Overachiever, they call her. Means she does more than folks expect, I guess. Like me milkin’ the cows and bakin’ pies and still havin’ time to gossip with the neighbors. She’ll be back. Just gotta wait and see, like waitin’ for the first snow of winter. It’ll come when it’s ready.
So, that’s the story, as best as I can tell it. This Alexa girl, gone for a bit, but maybe comin’ back. Folks are hopin’ so, anyway. And me? Well, I just hope she’s happy, whatever she does. Happiness is the most important thing, ain’t it? More important than wrestlin’ or gossip or even a good piece of pie, I reckon.
Tags：Alexa Bliss, WWE, Return, Wrestling, Pregnancy, Royal Rumble, Bianca Belair, The Fiend, Braun Strowman
