Cewsh: This review is probably my favorite that we had ever done to this point. It was Ms. Cewsh’s second foray into reviewing (And the first time that she actually WANTED to do it), and the first time we got her and Vice in the Review Room at the same time, together. The chemistry isn’t all there yet, and the format is still changing and shifting towards its current glory, but this is the review that best captured the fun of the early days and the (ha) professionalism of our later work.
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Welcome to yet another edition of Cewsh Reviews…; boy do we have a treat for you tonight. Not only have we reviewed the WWE Royal Rumble 2009, arguably the second most important show of the year in professional wrestling, but we’ve also turned this sexy party into a down and dirty three way. That’s right, back from her long hiatus to lend this lowly manuscript some class, is the ever delicious Ms. Cewsh. Don’t worry your little heads, boys and girls, we’ve still got the good ol’ Cewsh/Vice action that you’ve come to know and love. Is this intro getting anyone else hot? No? Right! Me either!
Now, before we get on with tonight’s festivities, allow me to first take a moment to explain how the Royal Rumble works, just in case anyone reading this has never seen one. I can’t imagine whom that could possibly include, but humor me. We try to be thorough here. The Royal Rumble match is a 30 man, Over-The-Top-Rope, Battle Royal. The idea is to eliminate the other wrestlers by throwing them over the top rope, causing their feet to hit the floor. 30 men will eventually enter, two starting, and a new man entering every 90 seconds. The last man left in the ring gets an automatic shot at the Heavyweight Championship of his choosing in the main event of Wrestlemania. Everyone clear? Alright, good. Also, understand that these matches take an hour, sometimes more, so there aren’t going to be a lot of matches on this card. Just roll with it.
As always, we go into this review with nothing (intentionally) spoiled for us. We don’t read the spoilers, the news, and for the most part, the Rajah threads leading up to the PPVs.
On with the show!
Cewsh: What we have here is an opening video package, as can be expected. Hey, let’s face it, whatever Vince is paying his production people, it can’t possibly be enough. These guys put together the best packages in the industry, and this video is fantastic, even for them. A quick lesson for TNA: You don’t need a narrator or 750 quick cuts to get the plot across and your show over. We already bought the show; this is just to remind us why.
Vice: The show starts off with a video package showing action from Rumbles in the past, then shows the winners from the last few years; which transitions into a 3 minute Randy Orton video package. Clearly Orton is the person to look out for in the Rumble. Thanks WWE, for always doing this with your now completely generic video packages that are way overused. And I was hoping Hacksaw would show up and win. 😦
Cewsh: Here we are with the opening match of the evening and it happens to be a solid choice. The lid is exuberantly blown off of the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit when Matt Hardy comes out, and even the young Jack Swagger gets some good heel heat upon his entrance to the ring.
This is a good back and forth match, with some quality mat wrestling brought to the table by Swagger. Hardy plays the plucky babyface, like he has been for some time now. I will say that while I really do like Swagger, and I definitely see the potential in him, I’m not 100% sold yet on his style of wrestling. It’s very similar to Kurt Angle’s when he first debuted, and I didn’t think much of Angle then either. It’s too hold-heavy, and it tends to suck the excitement out of the matches he’s in, unless someone guides him towards a faster pace.
As the match continues, Swagger’s holds and domination of the match kill the crowd a bit. They perk back up for Hardy’s comeback though, which includes about the saddest moonsault I have ever seen. Poor Swagger. Buried under the Tubs.
67 out of 100.
Ms. Cewsh: Goooooo Red Wings! Sorry, I’m from Detroit Light and I’m a little bitter that Cewsh won’t take me to the Joe and the city proper.
Alright, I never watch ECW so I have no idea who this blonde kid is. The announcers keep talking about how he took the gold from Matt Hardy, but I must interject that the ECW belt is silver. That seems really mean. I mean, even the Divas get a gold belt. Cewsh can wax poetic all he likes about the redeeming qualities of those in the match, but this match sucked. I hate amateur wrestling. If I wanted to watch amateur wrestling, we get like 12 ESPNs. I’m sure it’s on somewhere. The only thing I found even watchable was Matt Hardy falling on his goddamn head doing a “moonsault”. When the mark notices how weak your move looks, YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG.
1 ½ sleeping kitties, out of 5.
Vice: First off, I can’t not say it—the ECW title is way too big. Way, way, way too big. It gives me laughs every time I see it because it’s just so ridiculously oversized. Add a helmet and you’ve got a full suit of armor, ready to go into battle. Oh, right, the match. It’s a very solid opening match that told a good story. There was some lovely psychology too. Hardy’s strikes are damn amazing.
From what I’ve seen of Swagger, I think he gets far too much love. He’s good and very impressive for how long he’s been wrestling, but it’s definitely one of the trends I’ve noticed on this forum—if someone debuts and doesn’t immediately suck while showing lots of potential, they instantly become the next coming of Jesus. Wearing spandex, of course, because that’s how the next coming of Jesus rolls.
Matt Hardy should never do a moonsault again because 1) they look worse than Lita’s, and 2) he’s going to kill himself one day. They’re that bad. Again though, it was the best way to open up the show. Good stuff from both.
Cewsh: Alright, we know my opinions on women’s matches. They suck. They fucking suck. Now, that said, I think very highly of Beth’s abilities in the ring, and Melina is…well…an incredibly prodigious source of tits and ass. As for the match, though. Yeah. Beth only looks good against women who can sell for her, and Melina can’t. Melina only looks good with her legs spread, and quite frankly there isn’t much of that here either, aside from one notable moment where Beth plays “Quit hitting yourself” with Melina’s foot.
Was this match good?
25 out of 100.
Vice: Again, time to nitpick. Do all the women have Mortal Kombat poses? Melina’s is so cheesy and hilarious. Cover up half her face (YAY!) and give her some sais and she’d be, well, Mileena from Mortal Kombat. From one of the movies:
The resemblance is uncanny. Beth did as much as she could to have a good match, but it also involved Melina, who is sloppy (and awful) in the ring. I will say this though—the match could have been a heck of a lot worse. Beth is awesome and incredibly attractive for a gorilla, and her There’s Something About Mary hair at the beginning of the match was rather funny. Total package, baby. And no, not Lex Luger. The best (and probably only good) part of this match was when Beth had Melina’s leg in a submission hold, and used it to kick Melina’s own head. That’s just phenomenal. Match should have ended right there, buuuuuut.. no.
Ms.Cewsh: Oh yippee, a women’s match. I earned my e-fame reviewing one of these. Sorry to disappoint, but I would not do naughty things to anyone in the ring. Melina’s new entrance confuses me. She’s still stalked by paparazzi, but she also does kung-fu? Both women come to the ring looking like they got the “Something About Mary” hair gel. We still have mirrors in Detroit, right?
Anyway, I kind of liked this match. Beth is a beast and I like watching her. Melina’s better than I remember and she does a lot of crazy stuff with her legs. The highlight is definitely Beth beating Melina in the head with her own foot; that was exceptionally awesome.
As much as I liked it, I don’t, and will never, buy a chick beating Beth. Unless it’s Kong or Chyna.
Melina, winning? That’s a definite no.
Cewsh: JBL and Shawn Michaels are backstage. JBL tells Shawn that if he helps JBL win the World Title tonight, he’ll pay Shawn the full amount promised, he can participate in the Rumble, and be a free man in general. Then, oddly enough, the Undertaker shows up and warns Shawn against taking the easy way out. Compelling stuff, but its worth mentioning that the Undertaker is fucking TALL. Since he’s always in the ring, and usually facing taller people, it’s easy to forget how fucking big the guy is. When you see him in the locker room next to Michaels, he’s a fucking giant! How did he ninja his way past JBL?
A question for another time.
Vice: The JBL/Michaels storyline is a bit silly in my eyes. Apparently it’s been booked pretty well and has played out well, but Michaels being poor? Ahahaha. Come on now. But hey, at least WWE is with the times for once.
The segment with JBL, Michaels, and Undertaker was very well done, but you guessed it; I’m going to complain about how scripted and staged everything is. Hey, let’s cut to Michaels in the back, just staring into a mirror. Thank fuck, because if they started filming like 5 seconds later, they would have missed JBL showing up in the mirror. Undertaker is a badass, and hopefully he and Michaels go at it again.
I fucking hate WWE sometimes, mainly when it comes to Cena. Aside from a few flaws here and there, the dude is an incredible talent. Even better, he’s charismatic and a perfect person to be the face of WWE. Very well-spoken and most importantly, is a good human being. He doesn’t do drugs; he stays away from trouble, and is a good role model for the kids. But, I can’t get into him. At all. His booking can be downright terrible. The lines WWE gives him can be dreadful. The way they can promote him can make me want to throw hot oil at homeless people. It’s not like they need to book him like they do, either. They could make him appeal to kids AND adults and it wouldn’t take a whole heck of a lot of effort, but they don’t. And don’t give me the “WWE is intentionally booking him like this ‘cause he’s a tweener” bullshit, because that’s exactly what that is—bullshit. Fuck you WWE for making me hate him.
The match was decent. It took a while to really begin, got really cool for a minute or three, big angle ensues and then it’s suddenly over. Michaels kicking JBL was painfully obvious. But I’ll be honest here, I didn’t see Michaels kicking Cena too. I thought something was up when Cena was smiling and the attention was directed at him, but didn’t think he’d actually eat the foot sandwich. It was good stuff though. Cena kicks out, and then CENA. CENA. CENA CONNECTS!.. and wins. Booking like that drives me bonkers. Had they wrestled for another 2-3 minutes, I’d have been fine with it, but it’s typical Cena booking. Cena retains which makes sense, even though I’d rather JBL have the strap.
Cewsh: This is an interesting match for me. Going into it, not only do I not know who is going to win, but both options could result in very compelling matchups for Wrestlemania. So yeah, the story of the match is definitely compelling.
The match itself? Ehhhh…
Look, these guys are both capable of having great matches. Once upon a time they even had a great match together, (I Quit Match, Backlash, 2005,) but I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve seen this match before. They don’t have the greatest chemistry in the ring, and even the dueling pro/anti Cena chants seem commonplace at this point. Yes, after all this time, I’m afraid that even I, a stalwart Cena defender, am in desperate need of something new to spice up his character.
Now, as much as I bashed the match, allow me to cheer for everything in the match that involved Shawn Michaels. The man was brilliant. Every time he even looked at Cena, the crowd worked itself into a frenzy. It was truly a study in “less is more”, because the less that Michaels did, the more the crowd waited to see what he WOULD do. And then the bit at the end? Just brilliant. And the story will continue on.
But let’s see, how do I rate this? A 57 for the match itself, but a 93 for the Michaels involvement. So fuck it, I’ll go with a…
75 out of 100.
Ms.Cewsh: Please let this be short. Please let this be short. And I’m standing proud with the sign guy in the front row. Hey JBL, please hit the gym.
I don’t like JBL or Cena. In fact I believe my last Cena match made me want to kill the world’s kittens? Well this match didn’t make me want to kill kittens, but it certainly didn’t inspire me to not kill, either. Except for Michaels, there just wasn’t much here. Not a bad match, but a boring match.
The end though, nice. Big ref bump, JBL and Cena knock each other down. Shawn climbs into the ring and looks intense for a bit. Both guys get up; Shawn gets ready for Sweet Chin Music. Then in a big swerve, he kicks JBL instead of Cena. Cena starts prancing around like a little girl until Michaels kicks him too. Shawn covers Cena with JBL and climbs out of the ring. He hesitates, but walks to the back anyway. A new ref runs out, gets a two count, and Cena kicks out. Then Cena does a move which I am informed is not the F-U and gets the pin. Looks like we’re getting JBL/Michaels. Dream of dreams.
Daaaamn JBL looks like a mummy.
Ms.Cewsh: Finally a match I want to see! Jeff comes out and he’s dripping so much he looks like he’s drooling. I’m not digging the makeup tonight. It’s like he was trying for kitty stripes and got 4 year old finger-painting. You won’t earn any bonus kitties from me, Mr. Hardy! Also Edge is looking especially evil/sexy. I love it. And I love how Chavo looks like a little kid tagging along.
It’s a good match with Jeff getting his ass kicked. Edge doesn’t discriminate as he drives Jeff headfirst into every single announce table. More shit kicking by Edge. Jeff makes his comeback, preps the Raw table, and brings out a ladder. He goes up, Chavo interferes, and gets put through the table in Edge’s place. Poor, poor Chavo. I found it very impressive when Jeff countered Edge’s Spear with a Twist of Fate. Great match made even better by the end.
Jeff’s just about to win the match when Vicki (with wickedly bad hair. Seriously, it’s a PPV theme), comes out and grabs his foot. Jeff kicks her off and gets the Swanton.
Matt runs in with a chair. He gets Jeff to set Edge for the Conchairto, but then he hits Jeff instead of Edge?! Wat? Did not see that coming.
4 ½ kitties.
Vice: Jeff looks like a muppet with his face paint. But he’s CRAAAAAAAZY you say? Well then he is a crazy muppet. I don’t like it, although it can look pretty cool when it’s faded and smudged, and his hair isn’t so pretty and combed. Speaking of which, the rainbow hair kinda goes against the all black attire and face paint.
The match is now no disqualification, which means that we’re going to find out the truth about who has been trying to kill Hardy. It could be anyone~!
I gotta say.. it was a fantastic match. Better than I thought it would ever be, although the no DQ stipulation probably helped it a lot. There was great intensity here, with Jeff going all out and trying to murder Edge. Very enjoyable with good story, spots and action.
Well, it turns out that Matt had it in for his own blood. Again, I’ll give props to WWE for fooling me. Here I was thinking that Christian was going to come and make the save for Edge, creating an insane holy shit moment.. but Matt thwacked Jeff in the noggin in an equally satisfying moment that I’m sure made Defrost punch a hole in his wall.
This was done well. The shit with Michaels was done well. However, I’m a bit miffed that those angles happened in BACK TO BACK title matches. This match had one guy standing over two corpses and staring, and so did the previous one. To me, that’s bad. Both done well, but many points are lost because of the timing, and both matches were basically just there for swerves.
Cewsh: Alright, so before the match starts, Vickie Guerrero comes out and declares this a No Disqualification match. Sounds like the perfect gimmick for a mysterious someone to interfere. Hmm, just a thought. Evidently, the crowd agrees with me, because they instantly burst into chants of “We Want Christian”. At least that’s what I think they’re chanting. People from Detroit can’t even chant in unison correctly.
Ms.Cewsh: You suck!
Cewsh: Allow me to gush for a moment about how great Chavo has been lately. His role as the underappreciated, and often mocked, sidekick for Edge and Vickie has been really fun to watch. It’s been executed fantastically, and he gets much more on screen time than you’d imagine for such a role. I can’t help but wonder if maybe they have some plans for him in the future. Perhaps the near future? Hmm.
Anyway, much to my relief, this is finally the great match that I’ve been waiting for all night. Any fears you may have had about these two not having great chemistry should be thrown out the window right now, because these two play off of each other brilliantly. The risk taking face against the opportunist heel is one of those natural character mixes that makes for such compelling matchups, you just can’t go wrong. The match is simply a brilliant back and forth affair between two guys who really understand their styles and each other. It’s wild and fast paced and entertaining, just like you’d hope it would be.
The finish, though. The finish was magic, man. Magic. Some people are going to bitch and complain about the way the storyline turned out, I’m sure. That’s their right, and everyone’s opinion is just as valid as everyone else’s. We here at Cewsh Reviews… value equality of opinions and levelheaded judgments.
But fuck them all the same.
Fuck them up their lame asses. This is why WWE storytelling is still a cut above anything else that any other wrestling promotion can even dream of having right now, this is why we put up with the Katie Vick’s and the terrible gimmicks and all the rest of the nonsense. This is why I’ll always turn down Ring of Honor to watch even the lowliest Sunday Night Heat, even when the business is at its worst and nothing makes any sense. Because on very rare occasions like this one, the WWE has the ability to reach into my heart, grab the eight year old sitting in front of his tv holding his Razor Ramon doll, and let him simply, and purely, mark out for all to see.
This is magic. Unfolding right in front of us, for all to see. Appreciate it now or wish you had later.
86 out of 100.
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Cewsh: Randy Orton is backstage, looking very pensive about his future after having punted Vince McMahon in the head on Raw. Will he be fired? Will he be suspended? Will he be tarred and feathered (awesome)? Then, when his brow is at its most furrowed, cheerfulness presents itself in the unlikely guise of Chris Jericho. He sympathizes with Orton’s troubles and agrees with what he did. Of course Jericho expects him to be fired, but the seeds of alliance are sown. They are sown most heavily!
Cewsh: Alright, here’s how this is going to work boys and girls. I’m going to document each entrance and elimination. Our comments are going to work chronologically, because none of us were masochistic enough to play by play document the Royal Rumble match, but neither did we want to just summarize and leave things out. So basically the comments are going to go chronologically. The entrances and eliminations will bookmark the comments, so you’ll know what happened in what order. Everyone clear on that? No? Well then figure it out. It’s not goddamn rocket science. Also, and I think this should be basic knowledge, there isn’t actually any way to “spoiler” the Royal Rumble. Anything I talk about at any point will be a spoiler for something else.
So just consider this your overall SPOILER ALERT. Alright? Do not read any further if you don’t want the Rumble spoiled for you.
Cewsh: Mysterio won as the first entrant that one time, right? Yeah, that’s probably not going to happen again this time.
Ms.Cewsh: Can someone please get this man a stylist? Dear God.
Cewsh: Morrison isn’t going to win, but it really is only a matter of time, I think, until he’s a credible threat to win one of these things.
Ms.Cewsh: Morrison’s sexy deserves its own title.
Cewsh: CRAZY head scissors by Mysterio! Morrison makes everyone’s offense look beautiful.
Cewsh: Carlito is one half of the Smackdown champions, which I’m betting not everyone reading this was aware of without consulting some sort of research source.
Cewsh: Fucking beautiful moonsault by Carlito. This is the high spottiest Rumble ever so far.
Ms.Cewsh: I could watch Carlito and Morrison wrestle all day. I guess Rey could play too.
Cewsh: MVP gets big time face pops as he shows up, and I’m impressed. It really goes to show how much one match can completely change a guy’s character and the way the fans react to him.
Cewsh: Can I just say that Morrison is my Rumble MVP already? Everything he does looks sooooo good.
Cewsh: Yuh oh. Khali vs. the cruiserweight brigade? Bad mojo.
Ms.Cewsh: Why is Khali getting a pop? What is this world coming to? Also, Khali makes Rey look like a toy.
Cewsh: Khali cleaned house, and here comes the first of our Battle of the Giants.
Ms.Cewsh: Koslov still has a job? Why?
Cewsh: Hmm, not much of a battle.
Cewsh: Alright, and here’s our first feud that is carried over into the Rumble. Prepare for a brawl.
Cewsh: Or…Triple H could just eliminate him right away. That’s fine too.
Ms.Cewsh: Do svidaniya, Koslov. I can’t believe they hired a worker with a nose bigger than Triple H’s.
Cewsh: Oh shit, my pick to win it all is out and the fans go b-a-fucking-nanas to see him and Triple H go at it. Some great face downs in the Rumble so far, and the crowd is ballistic.
Ms.Cewsh: Mmmmmmm Randy Orton.
Cewsh: Shad and JTG flip a coin to determine which one of them gets to be in the Rumble. JTG wins by using a double sided coin. HA. Awesome.
Cewsh: Yes, I obviously mean the Jr. version, and now we have our first teamwork of the night with Dibiase and Orton teaming up on everyone else.
Cewsh: Man, there has been a TON of people hanging on to the ropes so far, for dear life. I don’t ever remember a Rumble being this exciting from the very beginning like this.
Ms.Cewsh: JTG and Morrison manage to fight each other while hanging from the top rope. It’s pretty cool, but the whole “everyone’s so athletic, they can pull themselves back up” is already wearing thin.
Cewsh: Ooh, how will Jericho interact with Orton? Well he immediately tries to eliminate him. Heh, sneaky ol’ Jericho.
Cewsh: Jericho then picks a fight with Triple H. BAD JERICHO. You know that you can’t beat him!
Ms.Cewsh: Ring. Too. Full.
Cewsh: Guess who he beats up immediately? Here’s a hint: IT’S A MYSTERY.
Ms.Cewsh: I have no idea who’s hitting whom anymore.
Cewsh: YUS. Miz in the main event of Wrestlemania! No? Right, right. Of course not. That would be silly. For now.
Ms.Cewsh: According to the announcers, Miz and Morrison are double-teaming Orton. … … … *swoon*
Cewsh: Orton RKO’s the beejesus out of everyone before eating a Pedigree. Nice.
Cewsh: Yeah, not much to say here. Finlay is a bit stale at this point.
Cewsh: Ahahaha. Mysterio gets tossed over, and Miz and Morrison are still lying on the ground, so he walks across their backs and gets back in the ring. That’s one of my favorite Rumble spots of all time.
Vice: I love how Rey Mysterio walked on the backs of Miz and Morrison while Finswoggle’s music played. It’s something Hornswoggle would do, so it’s only fitting that it happens during his music.
Ms.Cewsh: Orton runs up and saves Dibiase from being eliminated by Finlay. Aw, it’s almost like he has a heart.
Cewsh: The entire Legacy is in the ring now, and things are looking grim for everyone else.
Ms.Cewsh: Yeah, like this is fair.
Cewsh: Did I say grim? Oddly prophetic, don’t you think?
Ms.Cewsh: Say byebye to half the ring. Finally.
JTG is eliminated by The Undertaker.
Cewsh: Cody and Goldy face down and then have themselves a merry little brawl with Dustin making a good show of himself.
Ms.Cewsh: Goldust bitchslaps Cody. Fabulous.
Vice: The interaction between Goldust and Cody is great.
Cewsh: Orton pulls his evil genius card, and manipulates Cody into really losing it on Goldy and eliminating him. Sweet.
Cewsh: Punky has the Intercontinental Championship, so I’m not going to feel bad that there is no way that he is winning here.
Ms.Cewsh: Cewsh is swooning. It’s truly adorable.
Ms.Cewsh: Damn, Punk looks like a beast when he gets in the ring.
Vice: CM Punk reversing the pedigree and giving HHH the GTS was amazing.
Cewsh: Silly Punk, springboards are for skinny boys.
19th Royal Rumble Entrant: Mark Henry.
Cewsh: Mark Henry is one of those guys who you always assume is going to do great at these things, but he never does. He’s both fat and worthless in the Rumble.
Ms.Cewsh: He almost immediately stands on Punk’s chest and proceeds to bunny-hop up and down. It’s not pretty, in any sense.
Vice: Punk’s “OOOIIIII JEEEEHEEEEEZUUUUS” when Henry was standing on him was fantastic.
Cewsh: Um, can somebody get eliminated? Because this is becoming more like a barbeque than a competitive event.
Vice: I still haven’t gotten used to Benjamin’s gold hair.
Cewsh: Regal goes immediately after CM Punk, which I guess makes sense and it’s good to see that storyline is still going on. They had good matches.
Ms.Cewsh: Henry got eliminated and no one noticed! Haha.
Cewsh: And the parade of midcarders continues! Let me guess, Kane or Big Show out soon?
Ms.Cewsh: Seriously, I count 13 people in the ring right now.
Ms.Cewsh: OK, Punk has Rey upside down on one of the ring posts for like ten minutes. He’s your private dancer, baby.
Cewsh: Shit is going down!
Cewsh: Kane and the Undertaker have a staredown and it’s some fucking epic shit. Listen to that pop; I can’t believe they still get such a reaction every time they’re in the ring together, even after all these years.
Ms.Cewsh: When did Taker get busted open? There’s nothing sharp in the ring. Except for Triple H’s nose.
Ms.Cewsh: Hit him with a shoe, Layla!
Cewsh: What’s up? The number of motherfuckers in the ring, Ron. That’s what.
Ms.Cewsh: OK, seriously now. This is a 30 man match and [b]15[/b] are in the ring.
Cewsh: Holy shit, what a pop. I honestly never thought I’d see him again in a WWE ring. What a great surprise, that is.
Ms.Cewsh: *cough*Even if we had it spoiled for us because Cewsh can’t operate a DVR*cough*
Cewsh: Vile device.
Ms.Cewsh: Lotta people getting kicked in the face.
Vice: RVD FUCKERS. RVD vs. Punk, please. His pop was ridiculous. It was as loud, if not louder, than a Rock return.
Cewsh: More little people for the giant to eat!
Vice: I loved Kendrick’s elimination. HHH goes to throw him out, but Kendrick fucks up and goes full speed into the middle rope. Realizing he fucked up, he goes to throw himself over the top rope when HHH is like nonono, pulls him down and throws him out the other side of the ring. His face also lands flat on the mats in a Taka-like fashion.
Cewsh: Woo! Expected time of departure: 3 seconds.
Ms.Cewsh: What the fuck is a Dolph Ziggler?
Cewsh: Time of departure: 11 seconds. Thanks for flying with Big Red Airlines.
Ms.Cewsh: Ah, a scrub. Got it.
Vice: Ziggler’s elimination was amusing, but I would have changed it up a bit. Instead of shaking hands, introducing himself, pausing for two seconds and then being tossed over, I’d have Ziggler shake hands with Kane. “Hi, I’—“, Kane chucks him, and then “-M DOOOOLPPPH ZIIIIIGGLEEEER” as he’s airborne.
Cewsh: Goddamn it, I didn’t even get to type my intro!
Cewsh: Shortest stay in a Rumble, ever. Record breaking performance!
Cewsh: Oddly large pop for Duggan. It seems that the people love to see him, even if they don’t want to see him…wrestle.
Vice: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Win it again, Hacky!
Cewsh: His little smirk says it all. You guys are all so fucked.
Ms.Cewsh: I don’t think there’s any universe where Jericho is big enough to give Show a sleeper.
Ms.Cewsh: FUCKING HELL I’M TIRED OF PEOPLE HANGING OFF THE ROPE!
Ms.Cewsh: Cewsh had to type that. I will not call him by that name!
Cewsh: Punk refuses to be eliminated! Once! Twice! Ooohh. Make it twice.
Vice: RVD kicks Big Show in the knee, followed by Show yelling out a “OHOHOHOOO”. Mildly amusing even if Big Show was actually somewhat hurt by it.
Rey Mysterio is eliminated by Mike Knox.
Cewsh: Knox pulls Mysterio out from outside the ring. What a poop face.
Ms.Cewsh: Hornswaggle runs in for some ungodly reason. Taker kicks him in the ass on his way out. Best part of the match, yet.
Cewsh: Ah it’s good to see RVD doing that sexy Frog Splash again. And is it just me, or has Orton eaten everyone’s finisher so far?
Cewsh: Ahahahaha. Poor Jericho. Don’t look behind you!
Ms.Cewsh: Taker’s standing behind Jericho like something out of a Mike Myers movie. I’m going to have nightmares.
Cewsh:He looked behind him.
Vice: The crowd erupted for Jericho’s elimination. Jesus.
Cewsh: Down to six now. The Legacy vs. The Big Show, Triple H, and The Undertaker. I really don’t think a stable has ever made it this far in the Rumble together before, and its really making them look like some serious pimps.
Ms.Cewsh: Taker Chokeslams every member of the Legacy.
Cewsh: Man, Big Show and Taker don’t like each other. Its like they feuded or something.
Ms.Cewsh: Seriously, it’s like the 23rd time they’ve faced off. Tonight.
Cewsh: HOLY SHIT! Big Show tests the strength of the ropes by holding on to them after getting thrown over. Check those ropes for steroids!
Ms.Cewsh: Show and Undertake brawl to the back. I imagine they’re off to a picnic.
Cewsh: Now I KNOW that this is a first for the Rumble. A stable make it all the way to the Final Four intact, and Triple H is fucked. To be fair, though, lately on Smackdown they’ve been building Triple H up as a guy who defies the odds. Can he pull it off?
Ted Dibiase is eliminated by Triple H.
Cewsh: Holy shit, holy shit!
Cewsh: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!
Cewsh: HOLY FUCKING GODDAMN SHITFUCKING BATSHIT MOTHERFUCKING YEAH! WOO!
Ms.Cewsh: Orton wins! Whee sexy yay!
Cewsh: Fuckshit. All is right with the world.
No rating. You know better. But if you aren’t downloading this with or without my consent, then I find it hard to believe that you are a wrestling fan.
Ms.Cewsh: 5 kitties!
Vice: The Rumble match was pretty goddamn dandy. Not one of the bests by any means, but it was certainly great fun with a lot of memorable moments. What irritated me was how many times people hung from the ropes to avoid elimination. It’s cool when it happens a few times, but I counted 24. That’s a lot of fucking dangling right there. There were also, I think, 3 entrances where everyone just stopped and stared. Again, way too many. Leave It at one and make it count. One other thing that irritated me quite a bit—when it got down to the final four, it didn’t feel like the home stretch of a Royal Rumble. It felt like an ending to RAW, like it was more of an angle than the HOLY SHIT jitters I tend to get.
Orton wins!? You can’t be serious! Yeah. Felt like an angle instead of that special awesomeness. Oh well. It was still fun. And fuck did Orton’s pop when he won make a statement. The fans loved it.
Cewsh: Well, it’s the Royal Rumble, so aside from the occasional exception, great matches aren’t really the PPV’s MO. What you have here is a very generic undercard, followed by two very story driven main events, and a fantastic Rumble Match. It’s hard to review a show like this, especially with the Rumble match in it, so the score isn’t too representative of the show as a whole. But here it is anyway.
Ms.Cewsh: I liked this show. Well, I liked two and a half out of five matches. But I really liked two of those matches! Seeing the ending of the WWE title match alone was worth the cost of the show, and then there was the Rumble. The Rumble was great. If you don’t want to kill kitties, you should watch the show.
Vice: Overall it was a pretty good PPV. Had some great wrestling, some good angles and storyline progression, and was entertaining in general. Plus, it had Melina getting her head kicked in with her own leg. Can’t beat that. The crowd was pretty damn great throughout the show. They were quiet when they needed to be, and were absolutely on fire when they needed to be. Going by crowd reactions, everyone in the Rumble match seemed like a main eventer.
Catch the replay or download it. It’s worth seeing. Bring on Wrestlemania.
I’m adding a new award this time around, the ever-so-awesome TANOOKI award. To put it bluntly, it doesn’t really honor anything. It’s very arbitrary and may not have an explanation behind it. It could be anything, really. Could be something that looks ridiculous, a wardrobe malfunction, a botch, a dumb facial expression.. anything. Whatever I feel like. I actually wanted to implement this a long time ago but never got around to it and Cewsh and I could never think of anything it could represent other than being completely random. But hey, Seinfeld was a show about nothing and look what happened there.
Well, there you have it ladies and gentlemen. The first WWE PPV of the year, and there’s a great deal to be excited about looking towards the future and Wrestlemania. Excitement abounds, and we hope that our review is part of that excitement. So from Ms. Cewsh, Vice and your friendly neighborhood Cewsh, we with you all a happy Road to Wrestlemania. See you at TNA’s Against All Odds!