My Little Adventure with the Sasha Banks Figure
So, I got my hands on one of those WWE action figures, the Sasha Banks one. It wasn’t exactly planned, you know? I was just browsing online, looking for some spare parts for an old radio I’m tinkering with – completely different hobby, right? But then, boom, this figure pops up in the “suggested items.” Caught my eye.
I remembered watching her matches a while back. She had that swagger, that “Legit Boss” thing. Always thought she was pretty cool on screen. So, on a whim, I clicked “add to cart.” Didn’t think much of it, just one of those little impulse buys you do late at night.
Waiting for packages is always a weird feeling, isn’t it? You mostly forget you ordered something, then it shows up and it’s like a mini-surprise. This one took its sweet time, though. Got me thinking about waiting for other things, like news from a job interview I had ages ago. That was a stressful wait, totally different vibe, but the waiting part felt oddly familiar. Back then, I was really sweating it, checking my email every five minutes. This figure arriving felt way calmer, thankfully.
Anyway, the box arrived. Just a standard blister pack, nothing fancy. Getting it open was the usual hassle, needed scissors. First thing I noticed was the detail. For a small plastic figure, they did a decent job on her gear, the bright colors, even tried to get the hair right. It’s obviously not a high-end collectible, but it’s solid.
First Impressions:
- The articulation is okay. You can pose her a bit, do the entrance pose, maybe.
- Paint job is pretty clean on mine, which is always a gamble with these things.
- Got that confident look captured reasonably well.
It felt strange, holding this little plastic version of a wrestler. Reminded me how we latch onto characters, people on TV. It’s funny, ’cause around the time I was waiting for that job news I mentioned, things felt pretty uncertain. My old gig had ended abruptly, kind of like how the example dude got kicked out without warning. Not quite as dramatic, but still rough. During that weird in-between phase, little things, distractions, helped. Fixing that radio, watching old shows, even just organizing stuff. Maybe getting this figure was tapping into that same need for a small, manageable thing to focus on when bigger things feel out of control.
So, what did I do with it? Didn’t really “play” with it, not like a kid would. I fiddled with the poses for a bit, tried to make it stand on its own – which it did, surprisingly. Then I just stuck it on the shelf next to my computer monitor. It just stands there now, looking sort of defiant.
It’s just a piece of plastic at the end of the day. But yeah, the process of getting it and the weird thoughts it kicked up were interesting. It’s a decent little figure if you’re a fan. Nothing earth-shattering, just a small bit of colourful plastic that, for a moment, made me think about waiting, and finding little things to keep you going. Pretty solid addition to the shelf clutter.
