Alright, alright, let’s talk about this fella, Zoumana Cisse. Heard his name buzzing around, so I figured I’d spill what I know, you know, like I’m gossiping over the fence with ya.
Now, this Zoumana fella, they say he’s a fighter. An MMA fighter, whatever that means. Sounds rough, like those fellas wrasslin’ in the mud back in the day. Only difference is, this Zoumana, he does it in a fancy ring, they call it an Octagon. Sounds like somethin’ outta a sci-fi movie, but hey, that’s what they say.
- He’s from France, that’s what I heard. Fancy place, not like our dusty roads.
- Started fightin’ for real in 2013. That’s a long time ago, must’ve been a young whippersnapper then.
- Fought a bunch of times, 15 fights they say. That’s a lot of punchin’ and kickin’, I reckon.
They call him Heavyweight. Guess that means he’s a big fella, strong as an ox. Wouldn’t wanna get in a tussle with him, that’s for sure. Probably eats a whole chicken for breakfast, those big fellas always do.
Last time I heard, he was fightin’ this fella named Vladimir Mishchenko. Don’t know who won, but I bet it was a sight to see. Two big fellas, hammerin’ at each other. Sounds like a barn dance gone wrong.
They keep track of all his fights, you know. How many times he punched, how many times he kicked. They call it striking. Like keepin’ score in a baseball game, but instead of bats, they’re usin’ fists and feet. Crazy, if you ask me.
If you wanna know more about this Zoumana fella, you gotta look him up on that ESPN thing. It’s like a big book of faces, but instead of just pretty pictures, they got all his fightin’ info. Who he fought, when he fought, all that jazz. I don’t get it, but the young’uns seem to like it.
They say he’s incredible in that Octagon. Must be somethin’ special, all them muscles and fightin’ moves. Reminds me of that old rooster we had, always puffin’ up his chest and fightin’ everything in sight. That rooster was somethin’ else, just like this Zoumana fella, I reckon.
Zoumana Cisse Alcatraz, that’s his full name they say. Alcatraz, sounds like a jail or somethin’. Maybe he’s tough as nails, that’s why they call him that. Or maybe it’s just a fancy name, who knows? City folks and their fancy names, always tryin’ to be somethin’ they ain’t.
They got his fight history all written down, every single fight. Must be a lot of paper, 15 fights is a lot of paper. They even got information on his opponents. Like a whole family tree of fightin’ folks, all connected by punches and kicks. It’s a whole different world, this fightin’ world.
His weight class is Heavyweight, like I said. That means he fights other big fellas. Wouldn’t wanna see him fightin’ no little fella, that wouldn’t be fair. It’s like puttin’ a bull in with a chicken, wouldn’t be no contest at all. They gotta keep it fair, even in fightin’.
So, that’s the gist of it, this Zoumana Cisse fella. A big, strong fighter from France, punches and kicks people in an Octagon. Sounds wild, but I guess that’s what folks like these days. Me? I’d rather watch the chickens peck around the yard, much less fightin’ involved. But hey, to each their own, right?
And if you wanna know more, just go look him up on that ESPN thingy. They got it all, more than I could ever tell ya. I just gave you the basics, the stuff you’d hear over the fence, you know. The important stuff, the stuff that makes ya go “hmmm”.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens. They’re squawkin’ up a storm, probably hungry. Talkin’ about fightin’ made me hungry too, maybe I’ll have some of that leftover cornbread. Alright then, you take care now.
