Alright, let’s talk about this fella, Omos, from the wrestling shows. You know, the big one. They say he’s seven foot three! Can you imagine? That’s like two of my old man stacked on top of each other, and he was a big fella himself, God rest his soul.
This Omos, he’s a mountain of a man, bigger than anyone else they got in that wrestling gig. They call him a “giant wrestler”. Well, no kidding! You don’t need to be a genius to see that, I tell ya. He’s just… big. Real big.
Now, I ain’t seen him on the TV lately. Been a few months, I reckon. They say he ain’t on there regular-like no more. Sounds like they only bring him out for special times, like a prize bull at the county fair. I guess that makes sense. You don’t want to wear out your prize, do ya?
- They say he’s real strong too.
- Beat up some fella named Tozawa, twenty-five times in a row! Twenty-five! That poor Tozawa must be seeing stars.
- And he used to be a tag team champion, with that fella MVP. Don’t know what happened there. They split up, I guess. Happens all the time, even with chickens in the coop, they fight sometimes.
I heard they don’t rightly know what they gonna do with him next. Maybe they’ll bring him back on that TV show soon, maybe they won’t. Who knows with them wrestling folks? They change their minds more than a weather vane in a twister.
Omos’ Size and Dominance
It’s his size, you know, that gets him all the attention. He’s a “special attraction,” they say. Like a two-headed calf at the circus. People pay to see that kinda thing. He’s got what they call a “commanding presence.” Well, I reckon he would, being that tall. He could probably see over the whole dang crowd without even trying.
He’s been beatin’ up on folks, that’s for sure. That Tozawa fella, he keeps gettin’ the short end of the stick. Twenty-five times! That’s gotta be some kinda record. Poor boy needs to find a new line of work, maybe become a baker or somethin’. Wrestling ain’t for him, that’s for sure.
And this talk about him bein’ a “free agent”… I ain’t rightly sure what that means, but it sounds fancy. Maybe he can go wrestle anywhere he wants. Like a traveling salesman, but instead of sellin’ vacuum cleaners, he’s sellin’ beatdowns. Sounds like a good livin’, if you can stomach it.
Omos’ Past and Future
He used to be with that MVP fella, like I said. They were champions, held them belts up high. But then, poof, they were gone. Wrestling’s a fickle business, I tell ya. One minute you’re on top of the world, the next you’re forgotten like yesterday’s newspaper.
Now, nobody knows what’s next for this giant. Will he come back to TV? Will he find a new partner? Will he keep beatin’ up on poor Tozawa? It’s all a mystery, like tryin’ to figure out how many beans are in a jar. You can guess, but you’ll probably be wrong.
I tell ya, this Omos fella, he’s somethin’ else. A real giant in a world of regular-sized folks. He’s made a big splash in that wrestling world, that’s for sure. And even though I ain’t seen him on TV lately, I reckon we ain’t heard the last of him. Big fellas like that, they tend to stick around.
They compared him to some old-timers, too, fellas like Giant Gonzalez, Mabel, and King Kong Bundy. Said he’s like a “beast slayer.” Well, I guess if you’re that big, most folks look like beasts to you. It’s all a matter of perspective, ain’t it?
So, that’s the story on Omos, as far as I know it. He’s big, he’s strong, he’s been gone for a bit, and nobody knows what’s next. Just like life, I guess. Full of surprises.
