Alright, let’s talk about this Liv Morgan girl, the one they say is a big deal in wrestling. I don’t know much about wrestling, you know, us old folks, we got our own things to worry about. But this girl, she’s on TV all the time, so I hear things.
Liv Morgan, the wrestlin’ champ, eh? I saw her picture once, all dressed up in those fancy clothes and that championship belt. My grandson, he likes her. Says she’s tough. Well, I tell ya, tough is workin’ in the fields all day, not prancin’ around in a ring. But hey, to each their own, I guess.
They say she’s been wrestlin’ for a while now. Started young, like five years old or somethin’. Imagine that, a little tyke thinkin’ about wrestlin’. When I was five, I was chasin’ chickens and helpin’ Ma in the garden. Different times, I reckon.
This girl, Liv, she was in some group called the “Riott Squad” or somethin’. Sounded like a bunch of trouble to me. But she says she’s proud of that time. Proud of bein’ in a squad, huh? Reminds me of the ladies’ quilting bee back in the village. We were a squad too, I guess. But we made quilts, not trouble.
- She’s a champ now, they say. Won some belts or somethin’. My grandson tries to explain it to me, but it’s all gobbledygook. He says she beat some other girl, real tough-like. Well, good for her, I guess. Beatin’ folks ain’t ladylike, but if that’s what she wants to do, who am I to judge?
- They say she got hurt once, too. Hurt bad. That’s the thing about wrestlin’, ain’t it? All that jumpin’ and flippin’, bound to get yourself hurt. Reminds me of my cousin Jed, fell off the barn roof tryin’ to fix a shingle. Same kinda thing, I reckon. But Liv, she came back, they say. Tough as nails, that one.
- And now she’s on some “revenge tour”? Lord have mercy. Sounds like somethin’ out of a cowboy movie. My old man, he loved them cowboy movies. Always shootin’ and fightin’. This Liv girl, she’s the same way, I guess. But instead of guns, she’s got fists and legs. And instead of cowboys, she’s fightin’ other women in fancy clothes. It’s a crazy world, I tell ya.
They had a big match the other day. Liv and some other fella, fightin’ against two other folks. Mixed fight, they called it. Men and women fightin’ together. Now that’s somethin’ new. Back in my day, men fought men, and women… well, we mostly just gossiped and made pies. Times sure have changed.
This wrestlin’ thing, it’s like a story, you know? They got good guys and bad guys, and they fight and argue and make up. It’s like a soap opera, but with more punchin’. My grandson, he gets all worked up watchin’ it. Yellin’ at the TV, jumpin’ up and down. I just sit there and shake my head. Kids these days, they got too much energy.
But Liv Morgan, she’s somethin’ special, I guess. She worked hard, they say. Two-time champ, that’s what they told me. Means she’s good at what she does, even if it is just a bunch of pretend fightin’. And she’s proud of it, too. That’s the important thing, ain’t it? Bein’ proud of what you do, even if it ain’t somethin’ I understand.
So, Liv Morgan, the wrestlin’ girl. She’s made a name for herself, that’s for sure. And even though I don’t know nothin’ about wrestlin’, I can see she’s got somethin’ special. She’s tough, she’s determined, and she’s not afraid to fight for what she wants. And that’s somethin’ I can respect, even if she does it in a pair of fancy boots and a sparkly outfit.
In the end, I guess she’s just a young woman tryin’ to make her way in the world. Just like the rest of us, ain’t she? Just in a different way, a way I don’t quite get, but a way that makes her happy, seems like. And that’s all that matters, I reckon.
Tags: [Liv Morgan, WWE, Women’s Wrestling, Champion, Riott Squad, Wrestling Career, Revenge Tour]
