Alright, let’s yak about this… uh… “wwe elite 90” thing. I don’t know much about these fancy words, but my grandson, he’s crazy about ‘em. Always yellin’ about “elites” and “figures” and such. Sounds like a bunch of noisy toys to me, but he seems to like ‘em, so what do I know?
So, from what I gather, these “wwe elite 90” things are like… dolls? But for wrestling? My goodness, they make dolls for everything these days. Back in my day, we had rocks and sticks, and we were happy! But these young’uns, they need their plastic men, I guess.
- They got all sorts of names, too. “Seth Rollins,” “Jey Uso”… sounds like a bunch of fellas you’d meet down at the feed store. But I guess they’re famous wrestlers or somethin’. My grandson, he knows all their moves and who beat who and all that jabber. Me? I can barely keep track of my own chickens!
- And they come in “collections,” like stamps or somethin’. “Elite collection,” “Ultimate edition”… Sounds mighty important. My grandson’s always pesterin’ me about gettin’ the “newest” ones. “Grandma,” he says, “I gotta have the elite 90! It’s got the best articulation!” Articulation? Sounds like something the doctor does when your joints are achin’. But no, it’s about how the dolls bend, I guess. Fancy that.
They even had some big shindig, a “Comic Con” they called it. Sounds like a circus to me. All them folks gatherin’ to look at toys and dress up like… well, I don’t even know what they dress up as. But apparently, they showed off a whole bunch of new “wwe elite” figures there. My grandson was glued to that “internet” thing, watchin’ videos and whatnot. He was jumpin’ up and down like a flea on a hot skillet when they showed the “elite 90.”
And these things ain’t cheap, let me tell ya. My grandson, he’s always savin’ his allowance, and sometimes he even does chores for the neighbors to earn extra cash. All for these plastic fellas. I tell him, “Boy, you could buy yourself a whole mess of candy with that money!” But he just shakes his head and says, “Grandma, you don’t understand. These are investments!” Investments? In plastic? Lord have mercy.
But I gotta say, some of them do look kinda… well, not bad. They got all the muscles and the shiny belts and the… what do you call ‘em… tattoos? Yeah, they look like they could really wrestle. And my grandson, he sets ‘em up and makes ‘em fight, and he makes all the noises, too. “Wham! Bam! Pow!” He sounds like a whole barnyard full of angry roosters.
So, this “wwe elite 90” thing… it’s a big deal, I guess. At least to my grandson and all them other wrestling fans. Me? I’ll stick to my chickens and my garden. But I gotta admit, it’s kinda fun watchin’ him get so excited. And who knows, maybe one day these plastic fellas will be worth somethin’. Maybe my grandson will be a rich man, all thanks to his “wwe elite” collection. Stranger things have happened, I reckon.
Anyway, that’s all I know about this “wwe elite 90.” It’s a bunch of wrestling dolls, they cost a pretty penny, and they make my grandson happy. And I guess, in the end, that’s all that matters.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on them chickens. Them eggs ain’t gonna collect themselves, you know.
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