Alright, let’s gab a bit about this… uh… Claressa Shields, yeah, that’s the name. This girl, she’s something else, I tell ya. Folks sayin’ she’s a big deal in boxing, like, a real big deal. They call her a “legend,” whatever that means. Sounds fancy, huh?
They say she’s got gold medals, like, from the Olympics. Two of ‘em! Can you believe that? Two! That’s more medals than I got pots and pans, and I got a whole heap of those. And she ain’t lost a fight yet, not as a pro, they say. Undefeated, that’s the word. Makes her sound tough, like that ol’ rooster we had back on the farm, always peckin’ at everything.
- So, this Claressa girl, she fights other gals.
- They punch each other, and seems like folks like watchin’ it.
- I don’t get it, but hey, to each their own.
One time, they say she fought this Vanessa somethin’-or-other. Happened in Detroit, at some place called Little Caesars Arena. Sounds like a pizza joint, don’t it? Maybe they sell pizza there too, who knows? Anyways, Claressa, she won that fight, I reckon. They wouldn’t be talkin’ about her so much if she didn’t, right?
Then there’s this other gal, Savannah Marshall. Now, this is where it gets interestin’, like a good soap opera. Seems like Savannah, she beat Claressa way back when, when they was just startin’ out, amateurs they called ‘em. Only time Claressa ever lost, they say. Can you imagine? Must’ve stung like a bee, that loss.
But Claressa, she ain’t one to back down, no sir. She’s like a weed, keeps comin’ back no matter what. So, they fought again, later on, when they was both pros. And this time, Claressa, she won. Got her revenge, they said. Like in them old cowboy movies, where the good guy always wins in the end. Though, I ain’t sure who the good guy was in this fight, probably the one who paid the preacher more, that’s how it always goes in town, I tell you.
Now, about this “fight purse” thing. That’s what they call the money they get for fightin’, I think. Sounds like a fancy lady’s handbag, don’t it? “Fight purse.” Anyway, they say Claressa makes a whole lotta money from these fights. Big money, like enough to buy a whole herd of cattle, maybe even a tractor! I heard someone sayin’ she’s gettin’ millions, though I reckon half of that goes to taxes, and city folks are always finding ways to get your money so it wouldn’t surprise me if she just got a couple hundred after all was said and done, but that’s still a pretty penny.
I don’t know the exact numbers, mind you. I ain’t no accountant. But I hear tell that the bigger the fight, the bigger the purse. And with Claressa bein’ a big star and all, her purses are probably bigger than my prize-winning pumpkin at the county fair. And that pumpkin was huge, I tell ya, took three grown men to lift that bad boy.
So, yeah, that’s the lowdown on Claressa Shields, as best as I can figure it. She’s a tough gal, wins a lot, and makes a whole heap of money doin’ it. Good for her, I say. In this world, you gotta hustle to get by, whether you’re plantin’ corn or punchin’ faces. It’s all the same, just different ways of makin’ a livin’. And seems like Claressa, she’s figured out a way to make a darn good livin’ for herself. More power to her, I always say.
And that’s all I got to say about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my chickens. Them hens are always gettin’ into somethin’, and a good egg is worth more than all the fight purses in the world, if you ask me.
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