PILLS! PILLS! PILLS!

I've seen that Eaton/Flair match dozens of times, and he does not adorn the Television Championship. Austin squashes Joey Maggs earlier in the show, and he is announced as the TV Champ.

Everybody seems to be okay with Hall & Nash as a tag team, so I am going to allow it. Also, I would like to remind everybody that "they can also be used as singles" will not help your case, though. You already get 30 singles selections. Steviekick, you're up next.

According to these spoilers he has a backstage segment/match with Jamie Knoble.

Four.

I'm pretty indifferent myself, but I'll wait and see. Umaga to SD is a must, though.

They charged people money for that?

I'm undecided on this at present time.

Freshman: Uneventful, but better than Middle School, by far. Open campus lunch was the shit. Was relieved to find that I didn't have to shower with other guys in gym class (didn't have to in Middle School, either). Joined the Art Club at the beginning of the semester; quit because I hated most of the people who were part of the club. My art teacher was still awesome, and, before I moved away last year, I would still run into her occasionally and play catch up. Sophomore: My least favorite year of high school. Skipped class for the first time. It felt good. I missed too many days in my driver's ed class, so I had to make it up during the summer. One day, on the way back from lunch, a police office decided to stuff myself (an white agnostic), my friend Nour (an Egyptian-American Muslim) and my friend Shem (an African-American Christian) in the back of a squad car for walking in the street (even though there was no sidewalk). The joke pretty much writes itself from there. I would go on to contest the ticket that was issued, and the officer blatantly lied about where the ticket was issued (he cited an address that was further down the road that had a sidewalk in front of it). Junior: Here's where things got interesting for me. Got my first job, working at a movie theater, which I would keep until after high school. Gave me something to do with my time, and now I was around older people who could buy me cigarettes. Also, my first drug dealer worked there too. Started smoking a lot of pot. For the first time I had a real social life, where I would hang out with girls. Got my first car, an '89 Ford Mustang Hatchback, on Valentines Day, and totaled it two days later. Started courting this girl, Lindsay, who was a year younger than me. Really liked her, and managed to get her to go to the Winter Semi-Formal with me. She hemmed and hawed on the issue of actually going out with me, something that would continue through until the end of the summer. Went to prom with a senior, but I wasn't hot for her (not that she was ugly or anything). My last memory of Junior year was hotboxing a car during lunchtime, and hearing the news that Phil Hartman had been killed. Then I had to go to English class and the teacher decided that I should be the one to start off class by reading a couple of pages out of The Things They Carried. I made it through about two paragraphs before I started busting out laughing (one of the dudes that I smoked with was sitting next to me). The shit I got away with some times... Senior: Started going out with that Lindsay girl. It never really clicked like it would have had it happened way earlier. Broke up with her after about four months, just after she gave me my Christmas gift. The first of many god-awful breakups. I skipped, literally, hundreds of classes. And all that I got for it was a couple days of Saturday school and maybe a day and a half of in school suspension. Was involved in a love triangle at the end of high school. I worked with this girl who was going out with one of my old buddies from way back when, who treated her like shit. Ultimately she was using me as a pawn, but I didn't care. Finally lost my virginity, the night before senior prom, with her. She still went to prom with him while I got drunk on cheap wine at my closest friend's house (he went to a different school). I signed the lease to my first apartment the morning of high school graduation. I didn't stick around to chat with people after the ceremony or hang out that night. I was just glad to be out.

Come on... you can do it...

This time they were willing partners against Money Inc.

good stuff

prom night

sexless fun

More traffic shit. People who don't know how a four-way stop works. Also, fuckfaces who cannot bear to come to a complete stop before they reach a stop sign. These people should be burned to death in front of their own families.

or the next fan that can spell ECW...

The same shit that happened last week and will happen next week. You know, watching that Vengeance flashback, it just now occurred to me why they are doing away with the Vengeance name (double homicide/suicide shit from last year).

Or La Bambas (don't know how far it expands beyond IL). It's actually encouraged in my hometown to go there after the bars have closed... because their advertisements state that they are open after the bars closed. I have been drinking tonight. Not a lot. But enough. And I found an unopened bag of giant pretzel sticks. Bonus. Bonus beyond infinite.

Jesus. Vince will die before he ever unearths that match. Oh shit...Vince is dead! I meant the match. The post-match shit appeared on the Rise and Fall DVD years ago. And on ECW TV.

Oh sweet, giant bugs!

The irony of posting the preceding image is rich. It should happen again. It must.

Jesus. Vince will die before he ever unearths that match.

Mem'ries, Light the corners of my mind Misty water-colored memories Of the way we were Scattered pictures, Of the smiles we left behind Smiles we gave to one another For the way we were Can it be that it was all so simple then? Or has time re-written every line? If we had the chance to do it all again Tell me, would we? Could we? Mem'ries, may be beautiful and yet What's too painful to remember We simply choose to forget So it's the laughter We will remember Whenever we remember... The way we were... The way we were...

At the rate we are going, with only 18 participants, we still only get to make our choices every two days. This thing is going to go on well into July. That, and, when all is said and done, we will have chosen nearly 700 wrestlers between all of us. It's the kind of thing where about 15 people or so can do it at a time. The good news is that there will be future drafts for those who did not get an opportunity to get in on the initial one.

Count me in.

I keep confusing the two. They both look pretty bad. I would have issues giving my time and money, in that order, to either movie.