A Moment with Editor

Hello, friends.  You probably only know me from the occasional Editor’s Notes you see here and there when EWE is on a tirade.  (EWE’s Note: How DARE you reverse our roles like this?!  You release me from these parentheses RIGHT NOW!)  Just be patient for a little bit.  I’ve kept us out of jail this long, so don’t you owe me that?  (EWE’s Note:…point taken.  Carry on.)

You see, I thought that the tone of this entry, being rather different from the norm, would perhaps be more impactful coming from a different voice.  While anything that is posted on Evil Wizard, Esq. is always open for you to share with your friends (EWE’s Note: Or enemies!) we rarely request that you spread the word.  But for this, I would ask only that if you feel this message is one that resonates with you, or that would resonate with someone you know, you spread this message.  I truly feel it is something that many people encounter in their lives, from one side or the other, and would benefit from seeing from this perspective, even if only a little.  If you find you agree, I would only humbly ask that you share the following with someone that could use it.


Now you may wonder where I found such a long-winded meme online.  The answer is…I didn’t.  The picture is just a random photo, true enough – but the words are my own.  They are drawn from my own experiences.  And while sometimes writing acts as a catharsis, a way to take what is trapped inside and remove it and place it elsewhere, when I read over these particular words again, they still resonate with so many feelings.  And so I wonder if perhaps they may help someone else, on either side of such a bond, recognize what it is that they have.

I know this is quite different from the normal…colorful streams of consciousness that you’ve come to expect from EWE here (EWE’s Note: Fuck yeah!) and I can promise that next time we will be returning to your regularly scheduled insanity.  But while it is often very, very hard for me to share a part of me with others without the shield of cynicism that EWE provides, I thought this may be something worthy of exception.

Best Wishes, – Editor


Royal Rumble 2017 Live Blog

5:38 PM EST

And we’re LIVE from San Antonio – well, WWE is live from San Antonio, I’m live-ish from my couch in Ohio – for the 2017 WWE Royal Rumble!  Yes, it’s time for the Road to Wrestlemania to begin, and for fans like myself to begin a new season of asking “why the fuck are you booking this way?!”

The pre-show is currently on, with a panel consisting of the always smoking-hot Renee Young, Booker T, Jerry Lawler, and Hall of Famer and San Antonio resident HBK Shawn Michaels.  I’m going to step away for a bit, partly because I’m just not interested in a Women’s Division six-man tag, even if it IS the return of Mickie James, and partly because I’m hungry before the show proper starts.  But let me say this to one of my all-time favorite performers – Shawn, we get it.  WE FUCKING GET IT.  You’re happy to be retired, you aren’t coming back, you can stop reiterating it over and over and OVER.  Either you’re setting up for a HUGE swerve of a comeback match (which I wouldn’t put past you, you rascally devil) or you’re running out of things to say and just starting to repeat yourself.

Yes, Shawn, we know – you’re MUCH HAPPIER sitting there than doing what you do best.

Also, JBL, I like the shout-outs to Tully Blanchard and Arn Anderson.  Wooooo! See you back in a bit, humans.

6:00 PM EST

You know, sometimes the purpose of this pre-show panel is lost on me.  WWE killed and buried kayfabe a long time ago.  They make no pretense that this is anything but scripted entertainment.  Sure, part of the drama in the ring is that we don’t know who’s been scripted to win – but we all know it’s scripted.  So when the hosts and analysts all sit there and offer their expert opinions on who is going to win as if it’s an actual competition…it’s not a promo from one of the participants, it’s not a story segment…the whole thing just strikes me as awkward and pointless.  But then again, most of life strikes me as awkward and pointless, so maybe it’s just me.

6:15 PM EST

Next up, we’ve got the Raw Tag Team Titles on the line as the Odd Couple of Sheamus and Cesaro put the straps on the line against the should’ve-been-champs-months-ago Club of Gallows and Anderson.

I imagine this is the same look these guys have every time they have to hear Michael Cole say “too sweet!”

Seeing the Club gets me to my first prediction/wish for the evening.  If I’m booking this shit – and let’s face it, I should be – the Club knock off Sheasaro here and become the Tag Champs, AJ Styles continues to #BeatUpJohnCena and remains the WWE World Champ, and the surprise entrant in the Rumble match that goes on to win it all is…Finn Balor.  And the Club helps him with the victory, thus welcoming him back into the fold.  And the Club then becomes the first cross-show faction since the brand split, with Balor winning the Universal title at Mania, Styles retaining the World title, and Gallows/Anderson remain tag champs.  Somebody better be writing this shit down!

Cesaro controls early until the Club drop him on his perpetually taped shoulder and he gets beat around for a while.  Cesaro ends up turning it around – Sheamus hasn’t done much here, except Brogue kick one of the two refs in the match – until Cesaro locks in a sharpshooter and eats a kick to the head by Gallows.  The Club quickly hit a Magic Killer on Sheamus and then roll up Cesaro and pull the trunks for the pin and the titles!  Yes!  I’m officially 1 for 1 on the night!  That deserves another beer in celebration.  Smart booking, even if it should’ve happened a while ago.  Better late than never, and the Club looked dominant in the win.  Hopefully this is the start of a long title run.

It’s about fucking time!

6:35 PM EST

And now we are going to the Social Media Lounge with…famously anti-social-media Dean Ambrose.  Believe it or not, this is fantastic, because Ambrose is just fucking hilarious anytime he is able to freestyle a promo, so his responses to the questions (some of which are decent, some of which are fucking awful) are universally hilarious.  Highlight comes when he describes his Royal Rumble strategy as being nuzzled under the Big Show’s arm like a lamprey while he does all the work.  I’m seriously dying.  Go find this segment and watch it.  Now.

“Hashtag that sum’bitch Royal Rumble!”

6:45 PM EST

Back to the ring for Sasha Banks vs. Nia Jax.  You know, I’m going to make a really sincere analysis here – Nia Jax needs a different gimmick.  Right now, every time I see her I feel like they had a bunch of ideas left over from Kharma / Awesome Kong, but Nia just doesn’t fit them.  I don’t think it’s Nia – I just can’t get into her as this character.  I don’t like her, or hate her…I just don’t care.  My only thought on this match is that I hope Jax doesn’t get sloppy and fuck up and accidentally legit injure Banks.

This was the best Banks would look in this match.

She’s not given much time as Jax kills Banks in a squash within about five minutes.  This match was there.  I don’t think it did anything at all for either performer.

7:00 PM EST

Recap of the Rollins-Triple H non-feud followed by Stephanie banning Rollins from the building.  Because why would we want one of, if not THE, top wrestlers in the company to be on the kickoff to the biggest payday season of the year, amiright?!

John Cena in a title match and Seth Rollins banned from the building?  Sure, what the fuck, why not?

Video package next shows us how AJ Styles has thoroughly owned John Cena for the entire time he’s been in the company, so OF COURSE Cena deserves a title shot!  Look, you can have as much slick video editing and mood setting music as you like, but the fact remains that EVERYBODY KNOWS CENA SHOULDN’T BE IN THIS MATCH.

Please don’t beat me up anymore Mr. Styles!

The panel discusses this as if John Cena is still the established man and AJ Styles is still the unknown kid that is shaking at facing him – somehow forgetting that Styles has been beating Cena like a drum since the LAST Royal Rumble.  Suddenly, the music hits and here comes HBK to the ring!  Look, I love a good Shawn promo as much as the next guy – but if pimps his movie and tells us to #RememberTheRumble without finally admitting that he’s still a better wrestler than 98% of the guys on the card tonight, I’m gonna be annoyed.


And…I’m annoyed.  Thanks for telling us that the Rumble is tonight Shawn.  I might have forgotten somehow.  And now it’s time for the Royal Rumble proper to begin!

7:30 PM EST

We open with another melodramatic, over-the-top video asking us to #RememberTheRumble.  You know, honestly, the fact that this is the 30th annual rumble doesn’t really do anything for me.  Maybe it’s because they’ve never done the whole Roman numeral thing with this show, I don’t know.  Or maybe I’m just worried because historically, if the writers are going to monumentally fuck up the product for months to come…this is where it tends to start.

We open with one of the matches I’m most looking forward to – Bayley vs. Charlotte Flair for the Raw Women’s Title.



Bayley starts quickly, sending Charlotte outside and hitting a baseball slide into a flying head scissors, and then a crossbody off the second rope.  Bayley rolls Charlotte in for a 2 count, then they go back outside where Charlotte nails a STIFF shot, bouncing Bayley’s head off of the video screen ring apron and then tossing her hard into the ring steps.  Back into the ring where Charlotte maintains control, nailing some chops and a few moves that call back to her legendary dad, but in a much more athletic way.  She even hits the rest hold – a reverse chin lock – making this look like a good psychological NWA match from the 80s.

Charlotte maintains control and scores a couple of near falls, until making the fatal heel error of slapping Bayley around and telling her she’s just a pathetic fan.  Double clothesline results, and Bayley starts to mount a comeback.  Double-springboard crossbody and a few double sledges, and Bayley heads to the top.  Charlotte appears to muff the sequence and they reset, and then a Randy Savage Elbow gets a close 2 count for Bayley.  Bayley tries to follow up but Charlotte quickly kicks her knee out and locks in the Figure 4.  Bayley reverses it briefly, but Charlotte reverses it back and bridges into the Figure 8, but the ref catches her using the bottom rope and breaks the hold.

Charlotte goes up and launches a HIGH moonsault, but Bayley gets the knees up (kinda) and gets another 2 count on the champ.  Bayley tries to set up Charlotte for the Super Bayley to Belly, but Charlotte tosses her off and hits Natural Selection on the apron for the sudden pin and retains.  That finish kinda came out of nowhere…but the overall match was every bit as good as I expected.  Good booking, sets up the continuation of the feud nicely.

Charlotte remains undefeated in PPV title matches.

8:10 PM EST

Next up the shark cage begins to lower from the ceiling, signaling the Universal Title match between Kevin Owens and Roman Reigns, with Chris Jericho suspended above the ring in the cage.  I’ll be honest, Owens and Jericho are the most genuinely entertaining, funny pairings to come along in a long time in this business, without sacrificing a single bit of their violence or threat to hurt opponents.  Talk about Canadian Magic.



Owens and Jericho make their way out first, followed by Reigns to a mixed (at best) reaction.  Formal in-ring introductions, and then the heels jump Reigns before Jericho can be placed in the cage.  Sure enough though, Reigns turns it around and tosses Owens, then subdues Jericho and forces Y2J into the cage, to predictably hilarious effect.

Honestly, I’m more looking forward to Jericho’s facial expressions in the cage than anything else in the match.

This match also has a No DQ stipulation, so after Jericho is raised into the air, Reigns goes out and starts beating Owens around the ringside area, to the tepid reaction of the crowd.  Reigns makes the mistake of taking his eye off of Owens to look at one of the announce tables, and Owens just DESTROYS him by throwing him into the stairs, and then gets a baker’s dozen chairs out from under the ring.  He spends some time setting them all up, then hits a cannonball on Reigns against the barrier.  He then continues building a pyramid out of steel chairs at ringside, then rolls Reigns up onto the apron.  Owens goes for a powerbomb through the Jenga puzzle of chairs, but Reigns blocks it, then tries to suplex Owens through his own chair pile.  Owens blocks, but Reigns comes in and nails several clotheslines.

Now it’s Reigns’ turn to get a table from under the ring and slide it into the ring, but Owens nails him and slides the table right back out.  Owens charges Reigns, but Reigns catches him with a sitout powerbomb for a 2 count.  Reigns cocks the Superman punch, but Owens rolls outside, so Reigns hits the Drive By instead.  Reigns sets up a table, but turns around to a pair of superkicks from Owens and is layed out on the table.  Owens goes up and hits a SICK frog splash from the top, driving Reigns through the table and earning a near fall.


Holy shit indeed.

Back in the ring and Owens tosses in a couple chairs, then grabs one and just PASTES Reigns with it for another 2 count.  He sets up another chair between the top and middle turnbuckle in one of the corners, then nails another superkick and tosses Reigns facefirst into it for yet another 2 count.  Now Jericho gets Owens’ attention and drops him a pair of brass knuckles, which Owens uses to nail a Superman punch on Reigns for a very close 2 near fall.  Now Jericho is incensed and rattling the cage bars, which if you buy into the massive fear of heights they’ve been playing up, is the exact opposite of what he would be doing.  Owens sets up another chair and attempts to powerbomb Reigns through it, but Reigns reverses into a Samoan drop, crushing the chair under Owens and earning a 2 count himself.

Reigns is now one angry Samoan, so he goes out and violently tosses aside the remains of the table to…get a fresh table and set it up in another corner.  He gets rolled up for a 2 count by Owens, but comes back and nails a Superman punch on Owens for a 2 count of his own.  Reigns tries to hit the Spear on Owens through the table, but Owens hits a stiff looking stunner on Reigns and gets another 2 count, then stomps Reigns down in the corner and hits another cannonball.  Owens now tries to superplex Reigns to the outside and down through the pyramid of chairs from earlier, but Reigns blocks and then nails a Superman punch on Owens, who tumbles backwards off the turnbuckles and splatters through the chair pyramid.  Reigns declines to get the pin, instead electing to do a one-man Shield-style powerbomb through the announce table.  Reigns rolls a limp Owens back into the ring and sets up for the Spear – when out of nowhere and for no particular reason, Braun Strowman yanks Reigns out of the ring, chokeslams him off of the German announce table, throws him through a table, then tosses the carcass back into the ring for Owens to roll an arm over Reigns for the pin and to retain the title.


This was actually a fantastic street fight – but what a shitty ending instead of having one guy go over clean.  You could have set up the feud with Strowman tomorrow on Raw.  Just another example of having TV writers doing the angles instead of wrestling bookers.

Your winner and STILL Universal Champion, Kevin OOOOOOOOWEEEEEENS.

8:40 PM EST

We get a shit ton of commercials, meaning I get to take a bathroom break.  I come back to a comedy segment backstage involving Shane, Daniel, Stephanie, Mick, Sami Zayn and Dean Ambrose drawing Royal Rumble entries.  Poor Daniel Bryan really had to force himself to get his “Sami, grab you ball!” line out.  This drags on far too long.  Next we get a video package showing us the buildup to the Cruiserweight Championship match between Rich Swann and Adrian Neville.  Yeah, I know that for some reason WWE has decided that Neville only can have one name, but fuck it – he’s goddamn Adrian Neville.


I’ve got to be honest here – I’m not going to give a blow by blow account of this match.  Partly because I’m really looking forward to it and kinda just want to enjoy it, and partly because these guys fly all over and I expect a back and forth affair that will be far too quick to try and keep up with.  And as the match starts, I am proven correct, as both men exchange control of the match, with Neville getting the better.  Neville keeps Swann grounded, grinding away at Swann and maintaining control of the champ.  Sadly, the crowd doesn’t seem particularly into this match, which is a fucking shame because it’s things like that that will give WWE the excuse to end up shitcanning the whole division.

Fortunately, just as I think that, Neville goes for a move off of the top rope and Swann just STICKS him in the face with a dropkick.  Swann takes control now, and gets the crowd more into the match by going for and hitting several high risk moves.  Swann with several near falls, including a SICK kick to the head that Neville just barely gets a foot on the rope after.  Suddenly, Neville hits a HUGE superplex and locks in a vicious combination of the Crippler Crossface/Rings of Saturn and taps out Swann for the submission and a new Cruiserweight Champion!  Great match, probably underappreciated by the crowd.


9:15 PM EST

And now it’s time for the one I’ve been looking forward to all night – John Cena vs. THE WORLD CHAMPION…A…J…STYLES!  Truth – I’m a huge Styles fan, have been since he first started in ROH and TNA.  I’m not going to sit here and pretend for a second that there is any scenario in which I think Cena should be booked to go over Styles here.  And for that reason, you will see no pictures of Cena unless they include Styles beating the shit out of him.

I’m not kidding.

Plus, as I said earlier, I’ve called tonight as being the Club’s night.

I’m standing by it.  Too Sweet!

Formal in-ring introductions.  Cena, the booked babyface, is booed out of the building.  Styles, the booked heel, is the most over guy of the night thus far.  So, you know – business as usual.  Cena with a quick clothesline at the outset, but this seems more to piss Styles off than anything else, and he quickly takes down his challenger down and begins to #BeatUpJohnCena.

Styles maintains control, with some brief interruptions by Cena.  Worth noting here, the moments of offense by Cena are booed, which isn’t unusual, but Cena is displaying some clearly heelish tendencies in this match, in keeping with some of the more asshole promos he’s been cutting in recent weeks.  Could we finally, FINALLY, be seeing the long-overdue Cena heel turn needed to breathe some semblance of life into his character?  Would the company even know how to book a heel Cena at this point?

Turning point as Styles hits the Phenomenal Forearm (grazing blow only) and Cena kicks out.  Styles takes to the air again, but Cena catches him and nails a REVERSE electric chair that drops Styles directly onto his face.  Cena can’t cover, but the ensuing slugfest is won by Cena, until AJ counters the AA into the Calf Killer (I won’t call it crusher – fuck PG).  Cena rolls out of it and hooks the STF, which Styles reverses into a jackknife cover for 2, and then Styles hits an STF of his own, which looks better than Cena’s.  Cena once again goes with the only counter he knows – stop selling and power out.  A series of counters ends with Cena locking in a decent figure 4 on Styles right in the middle of the ring.  I will say this for Cena – he has continued to evolve his game these last few years and I as a wrestling fan appreciate the dedication to the craft.

Styles counters into a cross armbreaker, and Cena just deadlifts Styles into a powerbomb for a close 2 count.  Cena slowly climbs to the top but Styles counters the top rope legdrop into a powerbomb, then hits the Styles Clash BUT CENA KICKS OUT OF A FINISHER AGAIN.  Just when I say something nice the guy goes and does his same old shitty undercutting of another guy’s moves.

Now that each guy has prostitute their finisher, they begin to hit increasingly creative – and dangerous looking – improvised moves, including a swinging cutter by Cena that looked like it came a hair from breaking Styles’ neck.  Cena then hits the super AA off of the second rope, for a CLOSE near fall.  Crowd is solidly behind Styles now, and Cena looks angry and frustrated.  Styles goes for another AA, but Styles counters into a second Styles Clash.  Styles goes for the Phenomenal Forearm, but Cena catches him, hits the AA, rolls through and hits another AA for the goddamn motherfucking pin.

Look I’m not going to say that it wasn’t a great match – it was.  I’m not going to say that Cena didn’t hang right in there with Styles – he did.  But this booking is just pathetically stupid and short-sighted.  Cena is past his prime and Styles is the best wrestler in the world right now.  The title should’ve stayed on Styles.

I know that at some point Flair’s record needed to be broken, and Cena is right there, so this ties him.  I understand it.  I just don’t agree with undercutting a guy like Styles – on fire, at the top of his game, over like a motherfucker – to put a strap on a guy who has zero need for it at this stage.

10:00 PM EST

We get another recap of how Seth Rollins is banned from the building for going after Triple H at NXT Takeover last night.  Still think this feud has been mishandled.  Back to the ring and here comes Jerry “the King” Lawler to call the Rumble match itself.  Now we get a bunch of random meaningless Rumble statistics.


I read a fantastic scenario the other day where Goldberg drew number 1 and Lesnar drew number 2, did their full entrances, beat the shit out of each other as the crowd went nuts, then simultaneously eliminated each other just as number 3 came out.  I thought this would be perfect.  Instead, WWE decides that the way to fire up the crowd is with Big Cass at number 1.  It actually does a pretty good job of it, because Enzo and Cass are the most over tag team in the company.  They put over all of the big names in the match, then we get US Champ Chris Jericho at number 2.  Bell rings and Y2J decides it’d be a great idea to slap Cass across the face.  Cass disagrees.  Crowd chants “stupid idiot” and I’m not sure if they’re talking to Cass or Jericho.

The buzzer brings Kalisto in at number 3, as Cole reminds us that back in 1992 it was Ric Flair coming in at number 3 and winning the WWE Title in the Rumble.  Because if anyone reminds of Flair, it’s Kalisto.  Mojo Rawley is in at number 4, and the crowd is already dying out.  The next guy had better be someone worth giving a shit about or this could get ugly.

And number 5 is…cruiserweight Jack Gallagher.  Interesting note in that Jack brings his umbrella into the ring, hits a few guys with it, and then crotches Y2J with it.  Jericho is hands down the funniest performer on the roster.  I just wish Owens was in the Rumble too – they’d concoct some hilarious scenarios.  Number 6 is Texas’ own Mark Henry – and somebody’s gonna get their ass kicked!  At least, I hope so – I’m still of the firm belief that Mark Henry should be given one last run on top – the whole Hall of Pain, that’s what I do, absolute monster gimmick he had as a heel champion, but AS A FACE.  Henry gets the first elimination, launching Jack Gallagher over the top to the floor, just in time for number 7 to be Braun Strowman.  Things are getting interesting.  Strowman tosses Mojo Rawley, Cass, and Kalisto, then faces off with Henry as Jericho bails and hides outside the ring.  Strowman quickly eliminates Henry as well – damn.  Sami Zayn comes out at 8 to continue his feud with Strowman – boy, wonder how this will end?  Jericho is still staying the fuck out of the way.  Smart man.

Number 9 is the Not-So-Big-Anymore Show.  Credit where it is due – the transformation Show has gone through at his age, and the shape he is in, is fucking phenomenal.  Tons of props to him on a personal level.


Show gets the edge on Strowman briefly, and even knocks out Chris Jericho, but Strowman tosses Show just in time for the number 10 entrant…the Perfect 10, NXT’s Tye Dillenger!  The crowd comes unglued for this.  Dillenger and Zayn team up to beat on Strowman, but he double suplexes them.  Number 11 is James Ellsworth…this won’t end well.  Ellsworth stalls outside, distracting Strowman and allowing Dillenger and Zayn to nearly eliminate the big man.

The buzzer goes off, and someone must’ve woken up Dean, because the Lunatic Fringe is number 12.  Dean fires up Ellsworth to join him against Strowman, then watches Ellsworth go in, and get chokeslammed right back out by Strowman.  Ambrose comes off the top and nails Strowman, and goes to work on the big man along with Zayn and Dillenger.  The buzzer sounds and Baron Corbin is number 13, where he quickly joins the assault on Strowman.  Strowman powers out and tosses Dillenger.  Zayn catches the Heluva kick on Strowman and stuns him, and Baron Corbin eliminates the big man!  Crowd popped for this big.  Buzzer sounds and Kofi “what crazy stunt will he pull this year” Kingston is number 14.

The action has slowed down now with Strowman no longer mauling everything in sight.  Miz is out as number 15 and immediately hits a Skull Crushing Finale on Zayn.  Kofi’s stupid spot saw him drop his face on the ring post but hang on.  Meh.  Next at number 16 is former Raw tag champion Sheamus.  The ring is finally beginning to fill up and people are pairing off.  Big E is in at number 17 and promptly…spanks the Miz in time to the crowd chanting “New…Day Rocks!  New…Day Rocks!”  Well then…that’s something I can never unsee.  Fortunately, Rusez is out next…not that I care about Rusez, but he’s accompanied by Lana who is looking incredible and that can distract me briefly from the image of Big E spanking Miz…goddammit.


Number 19 is Cesaro, who literally hits the Swing on everyone in the ring, to the point he’s so dizzy he falls over at one point.  Credit – I’d have thrown up doing that.  Next out at 20 is Xavier Woods, and now all three members of New Day are in the ring at once, and they are working it as a team, taking Sheamus apart.  I’m not sure if I’ve missed some eliminations since Strowman went out or not, but the ring is getting really full now, and Bray Wyatt is out at number 21 to add to the pile.  He quickly beats down Miz, Ambrose, and several others.  Rusev apparently broke his nose at some point, as he’s wearing a protective mask.  Xavier briefly goes after Wyatt, but Wyatt destroys him and attempts to toss him, but Woods holds on.  Now Kofi gets tossed right next to him and holds on.  Both are on the apron as Apollo Crews enters at number 22.

Sheamus and Cesaro jointly eliminate all three New Day members, then are both in turn eliminated by Y2J and argue on the outside.  Number 23 hits and “I hear voices in my head…” Randy Orton hits the ring and starts to RKO everything in sight.  The newly heel turned Dolph Ziggler is out next at number 24.  You know – it’s worth noting here that the entrance is a fucking mile from the ring, and if someone just wandered down at a reasonable rate of speed, the next guy would be out before he got to the ring.  Luke Harper is out at number 25, and now all three of the tension-filled Wyatt Family are in the ring together.  Harper quickly eliminates Crews and stares down Orton.  Wyatt tries to make peace, and Harper levels him with a spinning clothesline, then takes down Orton as well.  Harper picks up Bray for a Sister Abigail of his own, but Orton hits an RKO outta nowhere to break it up.  The buzzer counts down, and…”whelp…here comes the pain!”  Brock Lesnar powers to the ring with Paul Heyman and you can say goodbye to a lot of these guys in the ring right now.

Ambrose gone, Ziggler gone, suplex to Rusev, suplex to Y2J, suplex to Corbin, F5 to Y2J, F5 to Orton…and Lesnar just smirks at his destruction.  The buzzer counts down and number 27 is…Enzo Amore.  HAHAHAHAHA.  Oh this is going to be hilarious.

Enzo sprints to the ring, jumps in, dances, and Lesnar gives him the Zipper clothesline and tosses him.  Lesnar now returns to suplexing everybody in sight.  The countdown is on and number 28 is…GOLDBERG!


Everyone else lies in the ring as Goldberg and Lesnar stare down.  Goldberg ducks a clothesline, spears Lesnar, and clotheslines him out for the elimination.  HOLY SHIT!  Well, I’ll give you credit WWE – when you want to book a guy as a dominant monster, this is EXACTLY how you do it.

Goldberg takes over from Lesnar beating everyone all over the ring, until…GONG.  Number 29 is the Undertaker, and he appears in the ring behind Goldberg.  Taker goozles Goldberg for a chokeslam, but a few others break it up.  Goldberg eliminates Rusev, Taker eliminates Corbin, SPEAR FROM GOLDBERG!  Goldberg eliminates Harper…and Taker sneaks up behind Goldberg and eliminates him.  Crowd does not like that…but looks like we now may have a potential Goldberg-Taker feud to go along with the the Goldberg-Lesnar issue.  Very intriguing.

Number 30 is out, and it’s Roman Reigns, and the crowd is not happy.  He and Taker exchange bombs back and forth, until Reigns gets decapitated by a clothesline by Taker.  Crowd is chanting “this is bullshit” – not sure I’d go that far, but I will say it’s some strange booking, and I don’t know why Reigns needs to be in this match.  Taker eliminates Miz, then Zayn, and is going for the chokeslam on Y2J…but Reigns sneaks up from behind and eliminates him!  Crowd HATES Reigns for this!

We are down to the Final Four – Reigns, Y2J, Bray Wyatt, and Randy Orton.  Reigns eliminates Y2J and the crowd is ALL OVER him.  Wyatt and Orton double team Reigns and the crowd is VERY restless right now – they don’t really like any of these guys to win, but they’re just hoping Reigns gets eliminated now.  Reigns eliminates Wyatt, and we are down to Reigns and Orton.  Reigns charges for a spear, but it’s an RKO OUTTA NOWHERE!  Orton eliminates Reigns, and Randy Orton has won the 2017 Royal Rumble and is heading to Wrestlemania!


#FrozenFoodFridays – Somewhat Less Crippled Edition

Salutations once again, my merry minions!  I’m once again here to entertain and inspire you – and this time, I’m not on the verge of literally falling to pieces!  Yes, it seems that my spine has thought it over and decided it isn’t yet time for it to completely destroy itself, and so I find myself able to, well, move without being in the mind-searing levels of pain that I was a week ago.  Not that it is completely fixed, mind you – but the difference is substantial and certainly tolerable to live with at this point.

And to celebrate my newfound good health…let’s completely fuck it all to hell with some tasty #FrozenFoodFridays fried food!

Yes, I realize only one of these is frozen – your mistake is in thinking I give a fuck.

See, if you’re anything like me (Editor’s Note: SEEK IMMEDIATE HELP!) – cute, very cute – ahem, you’ll probably have fond memories of the Dairy Queen Chicken Strip Basket.  But hey – why get it from Dairy Queen?  You have to do so many aggravating things to do that – put on pants, leave your lair, interact with humans while managing not to kill them – it’s a complete hassle.  So instead, why not make your own!  Minus the fries – DQ’s fries really kind of suck.

Don’t forget the Texas Toast!

No real trick to preparing this – just follow the instructions on the packaging for each item!  One tip though – when something offers either conventional oven or microwave preparation, the better bet is almost ALWAYS the conventional oven.  Microwave may be quicker, but in my experience the wait for the oven is well worth it.  Have some patience, you damn instant-gratification kids!

And now, kiddos, it’s been a little while, but as you may remember, my occupation allows me a passing knowledge of the law.  In fact, I am privileged enough to be able to practice law, when I’m not busy convincing myself not to destroy your entire miserable species.  And so I feel somewhat compelled to clear up some misconceptions that are currently in the public sphere.  Our current president (Editor’s Note: Fun fact – every time EWE is forced to describe Trump as president, an angel has its wings violently ripped from its back and force-fed to it until it chokes to death) and his pitiful band of cronies seem to be of the opinion that they may limit the freedom of speech of government employees, up to and including FIRING THEM for speaking out against the administration.  This is wrong.

This is also wrong…on every possible level.

Now, I know that President Tiny Hands Bitch knows what the Constitution is, as well as the Amendments – after all, he LOVES talking about the 2nd Amendment.  But apparently his knowledge is…selective, because as any goddamn preschooler can tell you, in order to get to “2” you must first get to “1” – in this case, the 1st Amendment.  That one guarantees freedom of speech to American citizens without interference by the federal government.  Now, most certainly, as an EMPLOYER, the government can instruct EMPLOYEES in what they may and may not say ON BEHALF OF THE GOVERNMENT.  So for example, the switchboard operators at the White House can be instructed that they should refrain from telling callers that it is the official position of the White House that the president is an insufferable, mentally ill shithead who belongs locked in a padded room rather than in office – but they CANNOT restrict or fire said switchboard operators from making such statements in their individual, private citizen capacity.  Making such statements without reprisal from the government IS THE EXACT THING THAT THE ENTIRE AMENDMENT WAS PREDICATED ON.  So, for any that might tell you “well, they can force them to say what they want because they work for the government” now you can calmly and confidently tell that person to go fuck him or her self because they have no goddamn idea what they are talking about.  You’re welcome! – EWE

Until Dawn Review and Therapy Session

Hello there, mortals!  Oh, don’t mind me – I’m just having a bit of trouble changing my pants, what with the bad back and all.  Why do I need new pants, you ask?  Well, quite simply, because I just finished reviewing SuperMassive Games’ Until Dawn on PS4, and it scared the fuck out of me.

My choices will decide their fate?  Oh, they are totally fucked…

Until Dawn is a horror adventure game / interactive movie – basically the videogame equivalent of the classic Choose-Your-Own Adventure novels from years gone by.  There is very little in the way of combat – essentially you will spend your time as one of the various protagonists, exploring the haunting environments in each chapter and finding clues and collectibles that will help you piece together the truth behind the supernatural events that have befallen a group of friends that have reconvened at an isolated mountain lodge, one year after tragedy befell them at the same place.  (Editor’s Note: This was all EWE needed to hear before announcing “They went back?  They’re too fucking stupid to live – kill ’em all, baby!”)  I stand by my statement – they’re idiots.  That being said, they certainly are pleasant to look at idiots – the character models and set pieces in Until Dawn are simply breathtaking, and blur the line of the uncanny valley moreso than any other game I remember playing to date.  This is possible by the limited amount of interaction that the player has in high-action situations – for the most part, the fast-moving action scenes feature only the occasional timed button press from the player.

Oh, there is plenty more nightmare fuel where this came from…

Speaking of the cast of characters – they are not just well-rendered, but they are also well-developed.  While they certainly start out clearly entrenched in the various horror-movie character stereotypes, each goes through development (assuming, of course, that your choices along the way allow them to develop beyond getting, you know, dead) and grow as people and characters along the way.  That isn’t necessarily to say that they are particularly likable, however.  There were plenty of times that I found myself rooting more for the killers and traps than I did for my obnoxious band of followers

Then again, I’ll take the obnoxious kids over hanging out with this any day of the week.

What follows is a series of branching paths and meaningful choices, choices that determine who will live or who will die, who will be trusted and who will be betrayed, and whether a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil could really lead to this entire group being brutally murdered.  “Combat” is limited to a few quick time events, similar to any of the others in the game, but involving crosshairs and a weapon.  The game is broken up into chapters, with each chapter having a recap of what has gone on in the previous chapters.  It’s a nice recap for those that will play the game in chunks and may need a refresher when they come back to it.  The music and sound effects are absolutely stellar, giving weight and tension to every moment, every impact of steel on flesh, every desperate scream for help.

Hands down, Dr. Hill is the creepiest motherfucker I’ve run across.

While I am generally not a huge fan of the adventure/interactive film genre of gaming, Until Dawn is a wonderful exception.  It is also a game with a tremendous amount of replay value – there are a number of different endings, all dictated by the different choices the player makes throughout the course of the game.  Particularly if you come to sympathize with a character and they wind up dead, or you detest a character but they somehow escape alive, you’ll want to see what you can do to alter those outcomes.



So that brings us to the end of another bit of my wisdom that I give to you, my little minions.  Use it wisely, and share it with others.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to see if urine can be washed out of robes or if I should just set them on fire now.  I also foresee a significant amount of couch time with my shrink in my near future, possibly curled up in the fetal position and sucking my thumb.  Until next time! – EWE

How EWE was Broken on #FrozenFoodFridays

Greets – ouch! – humans.  As I’m sure you can tell, it isn’t Friday.  But it isn’t that I forgot about #FrozenFoodFridays – believe me, I’d much, MUCH rather have been communing with all of you than having the day I had.

You see, last Tuesday I awoke to find that something was wrong with my right shoulder.  Specifically, I couldn’t use my right arm without a stabbing pain in my right shoulderblade.  This concerned me, as I am familiar with back injuries – I have a partially herniated disk in my lower lumbar from many years ago that would still flair up on me from time to time.  So I decided to take no chances and be very careful with my right arm and shoulder until the pain subsided or I could get in to see a doctor (shout out to my favorite prosecutor for being kind enough to rub the knot out of my shoulder when I couldn’t reach it).  Sadly, on Friday, I made the mistake of reaching across my body to lift something off of the floor with my left hand, and as I lifted, I heard/felt a dull pop in my lower back followed by excruciating pain.

As it turns out, the disk in my lower back had herniated again, directly into my sciatic nerve, and the muscles surrounding it were all spasming out of control and wouldn’t allow it to pull back in.  This made the rest of my day in court rather…unpleasant.  By the time I was done, I didn’t even know if I would be able to drive home, so it became clear that a trip to Statcare was in order.  Unfortunately, that would consume several more hours of my evening.  Once the doctor there confirmed what I already knew had happened, he prescribed anti-inflammatory, muscle relaxer, and painkiller to try and see if the disk would slide back into place once the muscles relaxed.  If it doesn’t, then my doctor will have to order an MRI to see what else can be done.  Once I came home and took the medication, it essentially rendered me unconscious for the rest of the night and most of Saturday as well.  Hence, #FrozenFoodFridays came and went without an update.  But never fear – my injury and the excruciating pain have given me the perfect thing to remind you to take out of your freezer!

It’s true – many people keep this in the freezer.

Ah, yes – vodka.  Grey Goose is my preferred label, but there are a lot of good choices out there for you.  Of course, you can keep vodka at room temperature, but I prefer to keep it chilled in the freezer as most of my favorite ways to enjoy it involve ice or cold mixers anyway, such as vodka cranberry juice, or grape vodka soda.  So since this is kept in the freezer, I’m counting it as meeting the completely arbitrary, self-created criteria of #FrozenFoodFridays.  Enjoy!

Now, as bad as the back injury was a buzzkill on Friday, it wasn’t the only even that day that seemed aimed directly at pissing me off.  I mean, it’s bad enough that there are far more senseless idiots voting in America than even I had accounted for, but during his inauguration speech, Orange Boy decided to plagiarize a character from one of the greatest comic book movies of all time?!

You have my permission to die now…actually, you’ve had it and will continue to have it.

Yes, our new president decided to rip off Bane in this speech.  I guess he figured since Bane is a fictional character, plagiarizing him was acceptable.  So, yeah, all in all it was a tremendously shitty Friday.  He also had his press secretary scream into a camera two days later that the media was just trying to fool us with their “facts” and “evidence” that this inauguration was far smaller than that of President Obama, blatantly lying and making false statements WHICH TRUMP’S ADVISER LATER CALLED “ALTERNATIVE FACTS.”  Children, listen carefully, there are no such things as “alternative facts.”  When something is not a “fact” that makes it a “falsehood” or more commonly known as “lies” or “complete bullshit.”  – EWE

Paladin’s Quest and a Restaurant Review for #OmNoMonday

Happy Martin Luther King Day, humans!  Today marks the celebration of one of the greatest men your species has ever produced.  King’s dream may not yet be a complete reality, but one of the reasons that I still allow your existence as a whole to continue is that you seem to be stumbling ever closer to achieving it.  Though I sometimes wonder at the steps back that you take *glances over at US election results* but I’m still encouraged enough overall to not wipe you out.  Yet.

Today, I have a special treat for you, my groveling little minions – not one, but TWO reviews.  And the first even comes with a little background story.  You see, young ones, even old EWE could occasionally make a mistake or two in my younger days.  (Editor’s Note: His last mistake was literally five minutes ago.  He got Windex in his eye.)  Not listening to you!  As I was saying, many years ago, I skipped numerous lunches in order to save up enough money for a copy of Chrono Trigger for the SNES.  Now, as anyone with a passing knowledge of RPGs can tell you, Chrono Trigger has gone down as one of the greatest games in the history of gaming, and if you never played it on the SNES, it has been remade for the Nintendo 3DS as well as iOS and Android, and you should drop what you’re doing and go play it.  Now.  I’ll wait.

But this isn’t about Chrono Trigger.  You see, and I know this may come as a shock to you, but I was, and still am, a nerd.  Stop laughing right now or I swear I will roast you and serve you to your family member for dinner.  (Editor’s Note: He will.)  So as I reached the threshold amount of funds, I also managed to achieve straight A’s in school and my mother saw fit to reward me with a rare gift of a video game, as we were quite poor and she could not often afford to do so.  And so it was that now I was in the extremely odd position of having money for a SECOND SNES cart of my choosing.  So after selecting the ticket for Square’s Chrono Trigger, I glanced through the other games in the aisle until seeing one made by Enix, the creator’s of Dragon Quest and the other dominant console RPG studio in Japan.  What could possibly go wrong with that choice?

As it turns out, a lot could go wrong.

Whomever developed Paladin’s Quest at Enix was quite clearly treating it as stand-in for that one girl that you just can’t get out of your head or resolve your feelings for.  You know the one – she somehow at the same time inspires both a need to impress her with your talent and flair and also burning, punishing hatred for never appreciating you enough.  The game has certain aspects to it that are quite laudable, but it’s maddening aspects drag you down the path to mind-breaking insanity.  The sum total is a RPG that is incredibly unique in artistic style and even somewhat groundbreaking in its gameplay for the time, but with a maddening difficulty level and some downright bizarre design decisions that leave you scratching your head and wondering how it and Dragon Quest came from the same place.

You definitely won’t mistake it for a Dragon Quest game.

The first thing that will reach out and grab you about Paladin’s Quest is it’s vibrant, colorful graphical design and world.  It’s almost as if Enix intentionally designed a world as polar opposite from its prior Dragon Quest games as it could possibly could be.  The architecture, flora, fauna, and character designs are all alien, the color schemes are filled with pastels and clashing hues – it simply can’t be overstated how unusual the visuals were for the time, and still remain to this day.  But while this is definitely one of the game’s strengths, it can almost reach nauseating levels at times.

That’s no moon…it’s a battle station!

Dungeon design retains the alien, sci-fi aesthetic, though it is somewhat less original than the other visuals in the game, taking tremendous inspiration from Square’s Final Fantasy IV and VI.  That isn’t really a negative – those are two of the greatest games of all time – but it isn’t executed with the same level of expertise that those two titles have gone down in history for having.

A snake and a monkey? This shouldn’t take too long…oh, shit, I’m dead.

Now, then, let’s talk about the gameplay – or rather, let’s talk about how this game is going to make you wail and scream in frustration as it kicks your ass from one end of the planet to the other.  This game is hard.  HARD.  You read my last entry about Dark Souls III?  Don’t think for a second that difficult RPGs started with that series, kiddos.  Literally ever random encounter in Paladin’s Quest carries the very real possibility of killing your party and ending your game.  First of all, for a world in which magic plays an integral part, there is no MP.  An NPC in your hometown even lampshades this.  Instead, every spell or skill you use is cast from hit points.  This in and of itself isn’t so extreme – you just need to keep a close eye on your HP and pragmatically heal often in order to progress, right?  Oh, wait – healing can only be done via use of an extremely limited supply of consumables that are very difficult to replenish.  And that wide variety of different schools of magic spells?  Well, if you want any of them to be worth a shit when it comes to battle (and you do) you’re going to have to SLOOOOOOWWWWLLLLLYYY grind away in order to skill up the spell’s corresponding school of magic.  Oh, and other than your PC Chezni and his ever-faithful companion Midia, those other two spots in your party?  You’re going to have to fill those with expensive mercenaries, many of which have specific requirements to recruit and can easily be permanently missed, and often come with their own crippling weaknesses as well.

If you thought the wildlife kicked your ass, just what do you think these guys will do?

The story itself is a sci-fi take on a classic fantasy tale.  Chezni, living a safe and sound life in his hometown and attending the Academy there, is asked by his friend Duke to sneak into the nearby Forbidden Tower.  Because, as the main character in a RPG, Chezni is a complete fucking idiot with absolutely no common sense, he obliges, climbs the tower, and unseals the world-demolishing evil contained within.  The rest of this village, rather than admit that perhaps locating an Academy full of curious children DIRECTLY NEXT TO such a place might have been a less than stellar idea in hindsight, instead banish Chezni and instruct him that now it’s his responsibility to travel the world and find a way to stop the hellish beast he has released.  Because Chezni has obviously displayed fantastic judgment and intelligence up to that point.  Chezni is quickly joined by Midia, who probably just couldn’t bear to see someone so abysmally stupid wandering around on his own.  The tale as it unfolds isn’t “bad” by any stretch, but it isn’t anything you haven’t heard before, and it unfolds at a snail’s pace because of the copious amounts of grinding required to overcome the high difficulty curve of the game.

Battles (which you will engage in VERY OFTEN) are of the standard turn-based variety, with each party member choosing to attack with a weapon (which includes using healing items as they must be equipped) or a spell (of which you can choose between the four equipped to a character), defend, or flee from battle.  Turn order is essentially impossible to predict once commands are entered, except for the old favorite that the enemy is almost always going to beat the shit out of you before you’re given a chance to respond in kind.  Boss battles feature the kind of spike in difficulty compared to the minions leading up to them that you can easily find yourself moving steadily through a dungeon with little in the way of danger only to end up being completely destroyed in a single turn by the boss.  It’s not a question of IF this will happen to you; it’s simply WHEN and HOW MANY TIMES it will happen over the games 20-40 hour quest.

One bright spot for me during my time with Paladin’s Quest was the music.  While I won’t sit here and compare it to the phenomenal work done by Uematsu in the Final Fantasy series, but the tunes were a pleasant surprise and even though I was forced into spending hours grinding away, the music made that chore a bit less unpleasant than it could have been.  But while that surprise was nice, the positives in this game just aren’t enough to overcome the sheer levels of frustration that the drawbacks inspire.



Now, after a game leaves you feeling that broken (Editor’s Note: or in EWE’s case, when literally all of life leaves you feeling that way), you need a drink.  And something to eat.  And probably a good, long cry.  As for the first two, I’ve got something a little different for #OmNoMonday – rather than tell you how to make shit on your own, I’m going to tell you where to go when you just say “Fuck it, I want someone else to make it.”  And that place is BJ’s Brewhouse.

If they delivered, I’d sell my car.

Now, I’ve been to a few different BJ’s locations on quite a number of occasions, and I can honestly tell you that I have not yet once been disappointed in either my food or drink.  The bar is extremely well-stocked, and there is an impressive rotation of craft beers on tap at any given time.  But the best part about BJ’s, what sets it apart, is that they also brew several of their own craft beers as well.  Whether your taste is for lighter, American-style pilsner, amber ales, or heavier porters and stouts, there is a house brew aimed at you.  As a fan of beer from the medium to heavy end of the spectrum, I love the ales, porter and stout, but my absolute favorite is the Jeremiah Red.  Now, while all of the food that I’ve had is delicious, my favorite has to be their pizza.  BJ’s has a wide variety of deep dish, think crust, and flatbread pizzas and they are all fantastic.  A particular favorite of mine is the deep dish BBQ Chicken Pizza.  Lastly, for dessert, if you don’t get a Pizzookie (deep dish, warm cookie with ice cream on top) you aren’t living your life right.

BJ's Restaurant + Brewhouse
Kids, don’t let your teachers fool you – these are the food groups that matter.



And with that, boys and girls, #OmNoMonday draws to a close.  We’ve learned that while not all classic RPGs are worthy of the rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, at least they can be helped by the beer goggles of hilarity.  And that, my friends, is the secret of life. – EWE

EWE Hates Himself Enough to Play Dark Souls III

Well, hello there, pathetic skin sacks!  Nice to see you again.  Now, if you’ve been coming here long (and if you have and are still alive, kudos) then you’re well aware that for all I may have a burning hatred for the human race…I hate myself nearly as much.  I mean, fair is fair – I’m not going to point out all of the flaws inherent in your feeble makeup without acknowledging my own as well.  And so it only seems natural that as the next game I give you my insightful opinion on be the latest in From Software’s masochistic monument to self-loathing – Dark Souls III.

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Editor’s Note: It’s all downhill from here, folks.  You’ve been warned.
Now then – I’ll just create myself a character, and then it’s off to breeze through the tutor- HOW IN THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I DEAD ALREADY?!  Ok, ok – Souls games have never been my absolute favorite or anything, so let’s just be patient.  Now then, that’s better – got the hang of these small fry, and now to beat down the first boss.  AH, FUCK!  No problem – I’ve got his moves down, now I just need to- I FUCKING DODGED THAT!  WHY AM I SWINGING MY WEAPON WHEN I HIT DODGE!  Alright, one more- FUCKING MOVE!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!  Stab, stab, stab, stab….

This guy is going to kill me.
I mean, it’s not like the controls aren’t responsive or adequate – they do exactly what I input.  Almost too well.  I mean, sure, maybe I DID hit the attack button twice, but then I dodged, so why can’t I just interrupt the attack animation and dodge?  And why am I quaffing a flask while literally being speared directly in the face right now?  WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF?!

This guy is also going to kill me.
Well, at least if I’m going to be brutally and repeatedly slaughtered in all manner of horrible ways, it is at least fairly pleasant to behold.  Lothric and it’s denizens are beautifully horrifying to behold – crumbling castles patrolled by gruesome abominations.  And the sounds of my skull being crushed and impaled are faithfully rendered…over and over and over and over…

You should be detecting a pattern by now…
And thus sums up not only my time so far with Dark Souls III, but with the entire Demon’s Souls / Dark Souls lineage – excellent games that I just happen to be godawful at and which take my already high levels of rage and anxiety and ratchet them up to levels where I honestly don’t know how I have not suffered an aneurysm yet.  But I suppose that while the frustration with these games is very real, it is a testament to them that I continue to come back over and over again – they aren’t frustrating in a “I regret this purchase” way, but more of a “you goddamn bastard, I fucking swear I will get you next time” way.

If you like and extreme challenge and don’t mind a little mind-bending frustration along the way, do yourself a favor and check this game out.  It also happens to be the most user-friendly of the Souls series and a perfect game to introduce new players to its punishing style of gameplay.  Just make sure you’ve hidden all the sharp objects from yourself before starting.  Not because you might harm yourself – but there’s always a useless human around to vent your frustration on, and then you’ll have to hide the body and placate the survivors and it’s just a huge headache.  (Editor’s Note: Um, there’s also the fact that it’s frowned upon).  Details, details – stop being such a Negative Nancy.

Editor’s Note: We really are trying to work on this with him.
That’s all for tonight, friends.  Now if you will excuse me, I believe that I have hurt myself enough for tonight.  I need to rest up so that I can find new ways to make myself miserable tomorrow.  Until then, take care! – EWE