Now, let me tell ya, I been watchin’ that dumbass Corbin fella for a long time. Never quite understood what all the fuss was about. This guy come into WWE back in 2012, and I’ll tell ya right now, ain’t nobody expectin’ him to do much. I mean, he ain’t the brightest bulb in the box, you know what I mean? He came from football or somethin’, I reckon, but he didn’t seem to fit in right away. Too stiff, too slow, like a piece of wood. Some folks said he had potential, but if you ask me, I just didn’t see it.
They tried to build him up, gave him all sorts of fancy gimmicks, but it just never clicked. I remember when he first started, they tried to make him this big, bad, tough guy who was gonna run through everyone. Well, let me tell ya, that didn’t last long. Didn’t take long for folks to start callin’ him out, sayin’ he was more of a joke than a real threat. And that nickname “The Lone Wolf”? Hah, I reckon that was just as dumb as a fence post. Nobody took him serious with that stuff.
Then, what happened? The poor fella ended up bein’ a joke for most of his career. He’d get a little push here and there, but it was always the same old story: he’d be the tough guy, and then he’d lose. Every time. I swear, I could’ve predicted his matches before they even started. He’d put on a tough face, strut around, but when it came time to deliver, it was like watchin’ a cat try to swim—didn’t end well, did it?
Now, it ain’t just me sayin’ this. Look around, folks talk about him all the time. Even folks that ain’t big wrestling fans know the name Corbin. And it ain’t ‘cause he’s good, no sir. It’s ‘cause of how bad he flopped. He’d get close to the top, but always just fall short, like a fella tryin’ to jump over a fence that’s a foot too high. I reckon the folks in the back must’ve seen somethin’ in him, but I sure couldn’t.
Then came the time when they made him the King. I don’t know if you folks remember, but they gave him a crown and all that jazz. Tried to make him seem like royalty. Hah! I bet that crown was heavier than a sack of potatoes, ‘cause it never quite fit. Ain’t no king with no talent, I always say. He tried to make it work, strut around in that silly getup, but at the end of the day, nobody cared. It wasn’t the crown that made him a king, it was the crowd that was laughin’ at him more than anything.
And I reckon the worst part about ol’ Corbin is how he handled himself. Instead of makin’ the best out of a bad situation, he’d get all sour, like a sack of lemons that’s been sittin’ out in the sun too long. Every time he’d lose, he’d get all bent out of shape. Didn’t seem like he had the right attitude, always complainin’ about this and that. I swear, he sounded more like a baby than a wrestler sometimes.
Now, I hear ol’ Corbin is leavin’ WWE. Folks talkin’ ‘bout him not gettin’ his contract renewed. Well, that don’t surprise me none. Ain’t nobody gonna keep a guy around who can’t get the job done, no matter how much they try to dress him up in fancy clothes. If he had any sense, he’d take a look back and think about what went wrong. Maybe he should’ve listened to the fans more, or maybe he just wasn’t cut out for the ring. Who knows? But I tell ya, it’s probably for the best. They’ve tried everything with him, and now they’re movin’ on.
As for me, I’ll just sit here and watch the rest of the show, because there’s plenty of good talent out there. The real stars, the ones who put in the work and make it happen, they’re the ones I’ll be watchin’. As for Corbin? Well, maybe he’ll find his way in another company or somethin’, but I ain’t holdin’ my breath.
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