It makes me kewl doing this.
Yea, 'cause it's kewl like that.
Looking for WWE merchandise in my country will frustrate you. I don’t know about the adults but for teens like me, yes, it gets a little discouraging. They’re nowhere to be found. And if I do know where to unearth some (which, presently, I don’t), they’re either too far from where I am situated or they cost unjustly high. T-shirts are the ones that are gravely absent. I have three, but all of them are just customized. With my highly-increased love for WWE, of course, by now you’d assume that I want an original. The only chance I have of getting them is by ordering online – and I don’t even have any of that card shit. The ‘rents are satisfied with my love for wrestling (at least it’s not drugs, right?), but unless they stop tapering you down with those piercing, inquisitive pairs of eyes, I’d say that borrowing from the authorities of this house would also seem unlikely – if that’s what you’re suggesting.
The other day, as I was strolling around the department store for my usual window-shopping, I actually found a rack of WWE T-shirts. Akin to the ones I have, they were custom-made as well – with irritating pictures of Batista (who everyone in my country loves for some reason unknown to me) at the front. And here’s the sadder part: they were at the little boys’ section. Then way over there, just across the room were UFC T-shirts, intended for the bigger men. I grieve at the remembrance of it. And most salespeople actually find it outlandish every time I sort through these T-shirts or inquire about them. Some time though, at the mall, while I was wearing my Edge T-shirt (yes, the one I got on our Christmas party), I passed by this college guy who was sporting a Randy Orton T-shirt. An Authentic Randy Orton T-shirt. I was awed by that individual’s presence, and tainted with mine. I’d suppose that he perhaps had it ordered online.
Then there’s WWE Magazine. Having started my collection at the age of eleven, I could say that I have plenty of them now. Back then, I used to purchase them at this store who vend on damned prices. And the prices vary to – depending on I don’t know what. Two weeks’ savings would easily go out only for those publications. The shop closed down, just so you know. No one’s buying there anyway apart from me. I thought that that was the end of my collection until I found a bookstore that was sold the magazines at a reasonable charge. They were back issues – nevertheless, there began my back issue mania. I was addicted. It wasn’t long before the bookstore stopped selling WWE Magazines. I was distraught. For a while, I was contented with just the television and the Internet, until just the other day when I went to that bookstore once more – and saw the June 2009 issue of WWE Magazine on display! I honestly thought that my magazines were back. I searched and I searched. And I searched. And I searched. And then I finally asked the clerk. And he told me the most upsetting thing: that the one on display is the only WWE Magazine they have. And the worse part was that I already have that. And that they’re selling the magazines ten pesos higher.
The VCD’s and DVD’s also seemed to have gone. I used to buy the pay-per-views on VCD. But I can’t find them wherever anymore. And the books are also painful to think about because unless you choose to travel an hour or more to the big cities and bigger malls (with your parents of course since you are only fifteen), you wouldn’t get to discover Shawn Michaels’s Heartbreak and Triumph or Mick Foley’s The Hardcore Diaries. And even then, you’d still be spending a month’s allowance on just one book. I’ve never tried it (every time I endeavor to do so, one of my travel companions will be bothered with my choice). The same goes for the action figures. Even though the toys have been outdated, I’m wholly at ease with my benefactor. I only wish though that they had Sheamus and CM Punk back in 2004. Maybe then I would have a likelihood of receiving them one of these days.
So it appears that the only things I can get effortlessly are pins/buttons. Miniature, ugly, custom-built pins bearing hazy images of WWE superstars or divas. They usually sell those at my school – with another unreasonable price, might I add. And people would constantly gaze at me funny every time I take a look at those buttons – which is also one thing I dislike. Once, in Computer Class, I searched Google for pictures of Randy Orton (then Edge, then CM Punk) for my desktop background. I got a lot of stares from the people around me. Then I realized, that, of course, wrestlers are half-naked. And we all know how conservative we all are. The same thing happened when I first got my action figures. My Randy figure only has a shirt and his wrestling gear; my Flair figure only has his gear on. So, yes, they pretty much drew a lot of attention. Really, try showing them a picture of a guy in boxer shorts – no one’s going to freak out. But try showing them a picture such as this
– a lot will be freaked out. Sigh.
The sad fact is that: people in my school always think it eerie that girls can also be fond of the sport of wrestling. Heck, every time they learn that I like wrestling, they suddenly pop in the “Isn’t that scripted?” question. Well, screw you; I like it the way it is – regardless. Some, on the other hand would snide that WWE was a 2005 thing. Well, for you it is because you’re grandparents cut off your cable when you were nine years old so now you never get to watch it anymore. It’s still airing, in case you are perfectly oblivious to that fact. And then there are those guys, who used to watch WWE, and upon learning that I like wrestling, would try to “discuss”, and ask how Steve Austin and Goldberg are. WTF?!
So, seeing that this blog entry has gone deeper and faraway than I had intended it to be, I think it best that I stop. Aside from online friends and wrestling blogs, I am pretty much looking at a shithole, anyway, so there’s no point of making points. One of these days, I will get what I want. I already have the resources, I just need action. I can see that that WWE merchandise is just a hand away.
