Alright, let’s gab about them WWE statues, or whatever them young folks call ‘em – figures, toys, I dunno. I seen some pictures, and let me tell ya, some look real fancy, others… not so much. But hey, what do I know? I’m just an old gal.
First off, I saw this… uh… “Funko Pop” thing. Looked like a little blocky fella, Roman Reigns, they said. Had his scribble on it too, an “autograph” they call it. Now, back in my day, you didn’t pay extra for someone’s messy writin’, but I guess that’s how it is now. Made me chuckle, though. Little fella looked kinda cute, I reckon, not gonna lie. Kinda like them bobblehead things they used to give out at gas stations, only fancier, and probably cost a whole lot more. People these days, always spendin’ money on the darnedest things.
Then there’s them action figures. BigBadToyStore, they call it. Sounds like a place for kids, but I heard grown men buy these things too. Wrestlers, all muscles and shiny pants. I remember watchin’ some wrasslin’ on the TV a long time ago. Big fellas, gruntin’ and slammin’ each other. These little figures, they got all sorts of ‘em. John Cena, The Rock… names I kinda recognize. They even got little belts, shiny and gold. Heard tell they call ‘em championship titles. Prettier than my old belt buckle, that’s for sure.
- They got these mini-figure packs too, five in a pack. More wrestlers, I guess. Probably good for the little ‘uns to play with. Or, you know, for the grown-ups to put on a shelf and stare at. To each their own, I always say.
- And them belts, oh my! They got ones you can wear, like dress-up for grown folks. “Role-play costume piece,” they call it. Leather-like, they say. Three feet long! My, that’s a big belt. Said it’s adjustable, thank goodness. Don’t wanna be walkin’ around with your pants fallin’ down, championship belt or no championship belt.
Then they got these “Elite Collection” figures. Fancier ones, I reckon. Cost more, too. Saw some prices, nearly choked on my tea. Twenty dollars? Thirty dollars? For a little plastic man? Land sakes! But hey, if folks wanna spend their money on it, that’s their business. Not like I’m gonna stop ‘em.
Heard tell about this “Forbidden Door” thing. Sounds spooky, like somethin’ outta a monster movie. Turns out, it’s just more wrasslin’, different groups this time. AEW and NJPW, whatever that means. Guess they got their own figures and belts too. It’s all a bit much for me to keep up with, all these different wrestling folks and their shiny things.
And the championships…they say the WWE Championship is the oldest and most important one. Makes sense, I guess. Been around the longest. Got a fancy logo, too. Some fella named John Lefteratos designed it, they said. Looks like an eagle or somethin’. Pretty enough, I suppose.
So, them WWE statues, figures, whatever you wanna call ‘em…they’re a whole thing, ain’t they? From cheap little fellas to fancy, expensive ones. Belts you can wear, belts you can just look at. It’s a whole world I don’t quite understand, but it seems to make folks happy. And that’s all that matters, I reckon. If it ain’t hurtin’ nobody and it brings a little joy, well, then go on and collect your little plastic men and shiny belts. Just don’t ask me to dust ‘em.
Prices seem to be all over the place, from under ten bucks to almost thirty. I guess it depends on how fancy you want to get. And who you’re buyin’. Some of them wrestlers are probably worth more than others, just like them baseball cards my grandson used to collect. Always chasin’ the shiny ones, those kids.
All in all, it’s a curious thing, this wrestling statue business. A whole lot of plastic and pretend fightin’. But, like I said, if it makes folks happy, who am I to judge? Just seems a bit silly to this old gal, spendin’ all that money on little plastic men. But hey, I spend my money on yarn and bingo, so I guess we all got our vices.
Tags: [WWE, wrestling, action figures, statues, collectibles, Roman Reigns, John Cena, The Rock, championship titles, AEW, NJPW, BigBadToyStore, Funko Pop, Elite Collection]
