Damian Abraham knows how to spend a birthday: In the Democratic Republic of Congo, watching a witch cut a man's junk off in a wrestling ring. "I remember sitting in the crowd, missing my home, missing my family, and just watching what unfolds in the ring, and thinking, 'You know what? I think my family will understand."

Finally the WWE admits they are "sports entertainment," but both the sport and entertainment aspects of this game are sorely lacking. All the superstars are rendered well as they pummel a path to their signature finishing moves. The overly complicated controls are frustrating and the limited soundtrack and loading times made me want to put myself in a sleeper hold. All in all the game plays like one long advertisement for the WWE: all posture and no play.