Alright, alright, let’s gab a bit about this Damian Priest fella. He’s been makin’ a ruckus on that wrestling show, WWE RAW, you know? Heard tell he did somethin’ real controversial at some Saturday Night Main Event. Don’t ask me what, I just hear things, you know how it is.
This Priest fella, he’s been mixed up with them Judgment Day folks. Fightin’ ’em, fightin’ alongside ’em, who knows? It’s all a big tangle, like a ball of yarn the cat got a hold of. But this week on RAW, somethin’ must’ve happened. Folks are buzzin’ like bees ’round a honeypot.
Now, listen up, ’cause this is important. This Damian Priest, he’s got himself a WWE title, and he’s gonna have to defend it at somethin’ called SummerSlam 2024. Sounds fancy, huh? SummerSlam. Like a picnic, but with more punchin’, I reckon.
- First, they said that Gunther fella, used to be the Intercontinental Champion, he beat up Randy Orton.
- Then, they crowned Gunther the 2024 King of the… somethin’ or other. King of the Ring, maybe? Sounds like somethin’ out of a fairy tale, if you ask me.
And get this, them War Raiders, big fellas they are, they went and took the WWE Tag Team Championship from Finn Balor and J.D. McDonagh. But here’s the kicker – Damian Priest, he had a hand in it. Helped them War Raiders, Erik and Ivar, win their third Tag Team Championship. Third time’s the charm, I guess. Though, in my experience, wrestlin’ ain’t got nothin’ to do with charm and everything to do with who can hit harder.
So, Damian Priest, he’s smack-dab in the middle of everythin’. Championships this, Judgment Day that. He’s a busy fella, that’s for sure. More action than a hen house on a windy day.
They say you can catch all this RAW ruckus on somethin’ called USA. Monday nights, eight o’clock. Seven o’clock if you’re in them central parts. Me? I got better things to do than watch sweaty men wrassle on a screen. But if you like that sort of thing, go right ahead. Just don’t expect me to understand it all. It’s all a bit much for an old woman like me.
Speaking of last week, somethin’ must’ve happened then too, to set all this in motion. But honestly, I can’t keep track of it all. One week it’s one thing, the next week it’s somethin’ else. They fight, they yell, they strut around in fancy outfits. It’s like a barnyard squabble, but with more spandex.
This Damian Priest though, he seems to be a tough one. Holdin’ titles, helpin’ folks win titles. He’s makin’ a name for himself, that’s for sure. Whether it’s a good name or a bad name, well, that depends on who you ask, I suppose. In my book, anyone who can wrestle around like that and not get hurt is alright. Tough as nails, they must be. Like that old rooster we had back on the farm. Mean as a snake, but he sure could hold his own.
So, there you have it. The lowdown on this Damian Priest fella, as best as I can understand it. He’s mixed up in all sorts of WWE shenanigans, got a title to defend, and seems to be right in the thick of things. If you want the real details, you best go watch that show yourself. Me? I’ll stick to my stories and leave the wrestlin’ to the youngsters. But don’t you go thinkin’ I don’t know what’s goin’ on. I hear things, you know? I always hear things.
Remember to tune in Monday for RAW, if you’re into that sort of thing. And keep an eye on this Damian Priest, seems like he’s the one to watch these days. He’s makin’ waves, that’s for sure. Big waves, like the ones we used to get down by the crick after a good rainstorm.
Anyways, that’s all I got for ya. Go on now, get about your business. And don’t forget to feed the chickens. They get mighty grumpy if you don’t.
