That WWE Ultimate Editions, oh boy, that’s some fancy stuff. My grandson, he’s crazy about these things. He keeps telling me, “Grandma, you gotta see these WWE Ultimate Edition figures!” He showed me pictures, and I gotta say, they look real, like those wrestlers on TV. You know, the ones jumping around in their underpants. He says it is the best action figures.
He wants that Bobby Lashley one, from WWE Ultimate Edition 19. Lord knows what number that is, they got so many. He says it’s a “heavy hitter”. Whatever that means. He’s always talking about these “heavy hitters” and “two-packs”. I just nod and smile. As long as he’s happy, that’s all that matters.
These WWE figures, they ain’t cheap, I tell ya. But he says they’re “collectible”. Like those porcelain dolls my sister used to collect. Only these ain’t pretty. They got muscles and mean faces. But hey, whatever floats your boat, right? I remember back when I was a girl, we collected pebbles from the riverbed, painted them with colors we made from berries and dirt. That was our fancy collection, and we were happy as clams.
My grandson, he got this other one, a two-pack, he called it. The Usos, he said. Two of ’em in one box. Mattel WWE Ultimate Edition Usos 2-Pack, that’s what he called it. Double the trouble, I reckon. I don’t know what is this “Mattel”. Maybe it is a brand name. He watches these videos, too. “Ringside Unboxing” it is, I think. Some fella opening these boxes and showing off the toys. My grandson watches them like it’s the Sunday sermon. One of them is called “RINGSIDE COLLECTIBLES UNBOXING: MATTEL WWE ULTIMATE EDITION 19”.
He showed me another one, some Shawn Michaels fella. Said it was special, a “Comic-Con Exclusive”. What in the world is a Comic-Con? Sounds like a bunch of foolishness to me. He said it’s a WWE Ultimate Edition Shawn Michaels. Don’t know why a grown man needs so many toys, but it ain’t my business, I suppose. My grandson said he need to pay $45 for it. That is a lot of money for such a small toy!
These WWE Ultimate Edition things, they got all sorts of parts. Extra heads, extra hands. You can change ’em around, I guess. Like Mr. Potato Head, but with muscles. My grandson tried to explain it to me, but it’s all too much. He can make these figures move every which way, like they’re really wrestling.
- Extra heads
- Extra hands
- You can change them
- They can move
- Look like real wrestlers
I told him, “Why don’t you go outside and play? Get some fresh air?” He just rolled his eyes and went back to his wrestling figures. Kids these days. They’re always inside, staring at screens or playing with these fancy toys.
These WWE Ultimate Editions, they sure are popular. All the kids are talking about them. It’s like a fever. I guess it’s better than some other things they could be doing. At least they’re not out causing trouble.
But still, all that money for a little toy. Back in my day, we made our own fun. We didn’t need no fancy WWE action figures. We had sticks and stones and our imagination. And we were happy. We used to play outside until the sun went down, making up games, telling stories, exploring the woods behind our house.
I guess times have changed. These kids today, they got everything handed to them. Maybe that’s why they’re so interested in these WWE Ultimate Editions. They want something to hold onto, something to collect. Or maybe it is the best toy.
I don’t know. But seeing my grandson’s face light up when he gets a new one, that’s worth more than all the money in the world. Even if it is just a little plastic man in his underpants. He said these WWE figures are the “dream come true” for him. What a silly boy!
These Mattel WWE toys, they are everywhere, I tell you. Every store, every website. You can’t escape them. It’s like they’re taking over the world. My grandson said Mattel is making the best figures.
I guess if you’re into that sort of thing, these WWE Ultimate Editions are the cat’s meow. But me, I’ll stick to my knitting. And my memories of simpler times, when a painted pebble was a treasure, and a stick could be a sword, a horse, or anything else a child’s heart desired. The time that there is no internet and no WWE toys. But those wrestling toys sure are something. My grandson always smiles when he opens those boxes.
