Originally posted by Dexley's Midnight JoggerOn a serious note, I wouldn't mind seeing Todd McFarlane creating some wrestling figures. I wouldn't mind seeing his rendition of Kane, The Undertaker or even Doink the Clown.
Kane's would need lightning bolts flying from his hands.
I wanna see his version of Esse Rios, personally.
"Nothing remains interesting where anything may happen." -H.G. Wells "Show me the country in which there are no strikes and I'll show you that country in which there is no liberty." -Emma Goldman
My main discouragement (is that a word?) with buying the WWE crap has always been the price. They want me to pay 25 godforsaken dollars for a t-shirt, when I can buy one around the corner from my home for ten. Sure, that shirt won't be putting money in Steve Austin's pocket, but he's got enough cash anyway. Plus there's shipping and handling, taxes, and the exchange rate. All told I'm probably going to be paying 50 bucks for a shirt that isn't exactly going to score me some bitches. It's inane.
Now this latest line continues the tradition of shit. All these items look like they were made during crafts week at a summer camp for retards. Except that Undertaker toy, which looks like an illustration one would find in a book of all-male erotica, a world in which undertaker has muscle definition. I'm sorry, giving 'Takes a big ol' six pack is kinda like making a Hogan toy and giving it a full head of hair. In other words, it's ridiculous.
"Whatever I just posted above is what your mother said in bed last night."
Yeah, sometimes the WWE goes really bonkers on prices.
Down here at the WWE Niagara Falls store, they're selling replica title belts. They have the real belts, which cost a bundle (mini belt $50 smackers canadian), and these semi-real belts. They're semi real because the plates and such are pretty much real, or look real, but the buckle and such is not real. Anyways, it's $25, which is a good deal for the quality. I only say this because this is in comparison to the Undertaker baseball cap, which is freaking $30 bucks. Unreal.
Ever since the death of WCW Prime, and with it the legacy of the great Johnny B Badd, I have felt alone. But a new love has quickly emerged; courtesy of Bobby Heenan who could not give less of a crap about the program he’s talking about.