Alright, let’s gab about this fella, Alex Pereira. Folks are buzzin’ ’bout him, sayin’ all sorts of things. Some say he’s this, some say he’s that. I heard tell he’s a fighter, a real tough one, you know? Beats people up for a livin’, kinda like them fellas wrasslin’ at the county fair, only meaner.
Now, they’re yakkin’ about him bein’ a Muslim. Muslim, that’s what they call ’em. Heard of ’em, seen a few passin’ through town. Nice enough folks, mostly. But this Alex fella, he weren’t always one, see? Heard he changed his ways, started prayin’ to a different god or somethin’. Don’t rightly know why, but folks do strange things, don’t they? I seen my own nephew quit chewin’ tobaccy after he got hitched, so nothin’ surprises me no more.
They say he’s from Brazil, far as I can tell. That’s way down south, ain’t it? Hot and sticky, I reckon. Lots of them folks down there don’t even speak proper English, speak some kinda jibber-jabber. This Alex fella, he probably couldn’t say “howdy” when he first come around. But I hear tell he’s learnin’ a bit, pickin’ up words here and there. Good for him, I always say, learnin’ new things keeps your brain from turnin’ to mush, like them old apples in the root cellar.
- He’s good at fightin’, real good, they say.
- Wins all the time, like that rooster we had back on the farm, always struttin’ around like he owned the place.
- They even call him a champion, whatever that means.
- Sounds fancy, like them city slickers talkin’ ’bout their shiny cars and big houses.
And this other fella, Israel Adesanya, he’s mixed up in it too. They fought, I guess, like cats and dogs in a gunny sack. Seems like they got some beef, them two. Israel, he said somethin’ ’bout Alex and this Muslim thing, stirred up the pot, you know? Folks like to gossip, I tell you, more than hens in a henhouse.
Heard Alex speaks somethin’ called Portuguese, some kinda tongue-twister language. But now he’s learnin’ English, like I said. That’s smart, ’cause how else he gonna talk to folks over here? Can’t be gruntin’ and pointin’ all the time, folks’ll think you’re touched in the head.
Alex Pereira, that’s his name, remember it. He’s a big deal, they say, a real somebody. Fights and wins, changed his religion, learnin’ to talk our language. He’s one of them fellas you see on the TV, all sweaty and grinnin’, holdin’ up belts and trophies. Makes me think of my grandson, he won a blue ribbon at the county fair for his pumpkin, proudest day of his life, it was. Maybe this Alex fella feels the same way, holdin’ up them belts. Who knows?
Some folks say he’s one of the best fighters ever. Ever! That’s a mighty big word. Means there ain’t nobody better, no sirree. Like my grandma’s apple pie, nobody could make one better, she used to say, and she was right, by golly. So maybe this Alex fella, he’s like that, the best there ever was at beatin’ folks up. Strange thing to be good at, but hey, it takes all kinds, I reckon. He’s travelin’ the world, knockin’ folks down and now folks are sayin’ he also is Muslim. Well, that’s his business, ain’t it?
So there you have it, what I know ’bout this Alex Pereira fella. Not much, maybe, but enough to chew on. He’s a fighter, a Brazilian, a Muslim, and a champion, apparently. And he’s learnin’ to talk like us, which is good, ’cause it’s hard to understand them folks jabberin’ in foreign tongues. I reckon he’s doin’ alright for himself, this Alex fella. Good for him, I say, good for him.
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