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How could you not like Eternal Sunshine, which was probably not just Carey's best performence but one of the best performences of the past decade overall?

ROH CHAMPION RECEIVES WWE OFFER by Mike Johnson @ 4:15:00 PM on 11/2/2006 After what was said to have been a great evaluation tryout in Deep South Wrestling a few weeks back, PWInsider.com has confirmed that ROH Tag Team champion Claudio Castagnoli has received a WWE developmental offer. -PWInsider.com -It was only a matter of time and I think Claudio would be well served to take WWE up on the offer. There's not much else to do in the independents as he doesn't work without Hero. Hopefully, Hero will get an offer as well.

WWE had afternoon PPV's before in the past.

Did you not see the BLING they got? I dont blame them for droppin the game to check out the rings.

Last Wednesday, my dog Grace (2 year old German Shepard Lab) went missing. This isn’t the first time this has happened. She gets out quite often, runs around and returns the next morning. Not any different from most cats, she has a natural sense of direction. In fact, it had become so routine that last Wednesday, no one was really too concerned. Come Thursday evening, panic sank in as she hadn’t returned yet. We sent the necessary calls to local police, vet offices, pounds etc, etc. She had her tags on her collar, so we figured that if someone found her, they would know where to take her. After no luck, we proceeded to dig around some more, placed reward signs at the usual busy sites but still nothing was coming around. We figured it was a lost cause as it had been about a week and now and if she was coming back home at all, she would have by then. This afternoon, while having lunch with Allison in the commons at school, I received a phone call from my ecstatic mother telling me “We found her!” and after breaking through her long-winded nearly incoherent rant, I figured I should head home and see about this. I got home and I was greeted by Grace wearing a funnel type contraption around her neck. I got the detailed story after this. On that Wednesday night that she got out, a man had picked her up in a red pickup truck and for whatever reason decided to let her go and left them behind a local pizza joint where an older waitress whom worked there saw this occur as she was in the front parking lot. She didn’t catch the plates or anything because she didn’t think much of it at first until she realized my dog was still outside the back area of the pizza place and hadn’t caused much of a ruckus, not because she was shy or anything but because she was in pain and laid down on the cold wet pavement. She took Grace to her daughter’s house which coincidently was only a couple blocks away on the other side of my house and it was there they realized she had a deep gash on her thigh. However, her collar was no longer intact which also meant no identification. The next morning, She took her to a local vet and he treated her for the wound, which they couldn’t determine if she had been stabbed or if she self inflicted the wound in some manner. According to the lady, she placed information regarding the discovery of Grace in various locations including other vet offices, local grocery stores etc, etc. My mother had persisted in calling every vet office and pound within a 40 mile radius asking if anyone had seen our dog and gave a through description and we even e-mailed photos to these places but nothing had happened. This morning, on a whim, a very paranoid friend of my mother happened to be taking her cat to the vet because the cat appeared ill and while she was there, she noticed one of those photos of my dog that the old lady had put up onto their bulletin board. She immediately called the number on the identification sheet and after a quick description, she knew it was our dog. My mother was called and she left work right away to go to the house and that’s where she found Grace laying on their couch comfortably despite the hindrance of the funnel device. So let’s rewind, the vet’s office had treated and released a dog that was a virtual match for a dog that was reported missing and was called about repeatedly throughout the week and to boot had the location whereabouts of the dog posted right in their main hall. The old lady that took Grace to the vet even told them that it wasn’t her dog but they never put two and two together. Granted, dogs get reported missing constantly and they probably get about 30-45 of these calls per day, so I can understand letting it slip the first time but not for a whole week. My mother paid the old woman for the vet bills, dog food and a reward and Grace finally got to come home. I’ll be honest, I’m not attached significantly to this dog. I have my own personal dog (Gibson) that I care for and is in my ownership but they are best friends, so it was more rewarding to see my dog get his best friend back because I know he wasn’t happy alone. We’re still not quite sure exactly what was the circumstances of the man in the red truck and the mysterious wound but quite frankly, it doesn’t matter right now. She’s home, she’ll be healthy after a couple more weeks of rest and she probably learned not to leave the house again.

I put this match over in a previous thread (and might have here as well) but I wanted to express how fantastic Nigel/Danielson @ United was. The show as a whole was fantastic especially with the final two matches being perhaps the best two match finish in an American promotion (although it took place in UK) with the probable exception of the GBH5N2 show a month later with Kenta/Danielson and Nigel/Marufuji. If you only going to get ONE Ring of Honor DVD from 2006, United might be the one to get and I say that knowing how great Super Card Of Honor, Better Then Our Best, Death Before Dishonor IV and others were for other current 2006 releases. I have every ROH release of 2006 aside from the last two (Gut Check and EE2) Unscripted II, How We Roll and WOTCN1 (I was there and it wasn't very good), so I think that is a good gauge for how great United was.

Yeah, I caught some of this and Punk was rolling with the shoot commentary. Punk was obviously bored and just did his own thing and you could sense the "serious" hunters weren't happy about it. Although I doubt WWE had someone watching the show at 3 am in the morning, it was most likely the Ghost Hunter people that got tired of Punk. I liked when he said the line about wrestling nerds would help him as he was texting with his "aunt kathy".

All you need is 4 other matches and a diva segment. Dreamer/Sandman Vs Striker/Knox in a gimmicked Hardcore match Terkay and Burke Vs Davari and Khali (Just put Khali in the Andre spot, with Davari working the match) Vs FBI 4 Way Dance involving Dupree, Thorne, Moore and Balls Since I expect SD/RAW cross over, I could see Benoit having an open challenge against any former ECW wrestler and that would be a good way to bring Scorpio/Flash Funk into the WWE. The main push would be with the EC match anyways, so you don't need anything too big on the undercard.

Uh..Eternal Sunshine.. was the closest serious movie Jim Carrey has done that gave him any respect as a serious actor and he's blown that by doing Dick and Jane, Lemony Snicket and whatever else hes done thats been big piles of shit.. You forgot about Truman Show and Man On The Moon, which both put Carey on the map as a success as a dramatic actor before Eternal Sunshine did. He didn't blow anything. He's an actor who takes big money jobs so he can justify doing the small movies like Eternal. A great deal of big money stars will do the big money roles to be able to do the smaller and better movies.

I wouldn't be surprised to see them do a double turn with Punk at D2D. Punk winning the title and aligning with Heyman as the new "model" of ECW (which fits since Heyman has been praising Punk for the last year). It's the sort of thing that WWE loves to do and I think Heyman/Punk would make for a better pairing against RVD then Big Show has thus far. It'd be easy to explain that Heyman was tired of TBS not doing what he said and kept fighting against his wishes.

He dropped it when he came out of his brief "retirement" (which followed that Aries match) I believe he only shaved it because of his sister's wedding.

I really liked the touch of Hiro wearing a VOTE PETRELLI button on his shirt. This show was pretty Niki heavy but it has to be important if they are spending this much time with it. This show had just about as much attention paid to Claire and her father as it did with Niki and DL. Let's not act like it was 60 minutes of Niki. I don't think this was a bad episode at all, while it wasn't as exciting and dramatic as the previous episodes, I felt it still managed to develop the story smartly. I liked that Hiro is realizing that he can't always use his powers and I think the build to the meeting between present-day Hiro and Peter will be very interesting.

Way too much Grisham and Coach tonight.

It's only a matter of time before the JBL/Simmons confrontation and the most dramatic DAMN yet.

I think that's the only thing her and CM Punk have in common. They each have childhood passions for wrestling and that's all according to Maria.

Oddly enough, they kept the camera on Jeff during the entire match and here they ignore Mickie.

Torrie just moved from another watered down midcarder to another.

Remember when WCW used to do this fan votes for main event deals all the time in the dying days?

It's at 10 to see if it has better chances using the Heroes lead in to get a bigger audience and because Studio 60 is pretty much dead.

It’s been awhile… This was a busy weekend for me and it started Friday night as I attended the Ring of Honor show in Dayton. As far as ROH shows go, this was fairly solid but nothing out of this world (probably will be best known for Brent Albright’s debut with the company and another fantastic edition to the Delirious/Sydal series) I covered my reactions and thoughts in the thread so I won’t bother to go over here because anyone that really cared to begin with already seen it and I’d hate to bore my loyal and bored fan base with a detailed report of a independent wrestling promotion’s live show. I woke up Sunday morning with a slight fever which was abnormal for me to feel in the fall, while most people are rocked with sickness during the season swirl, I tend to avoid it but instead of lying in bed and taking in the football action, I was getting into my car with my girlfriend Allison to Salem, Indiana. Salem, is basically the middle of fucking nowhere with a Wal-Mart, two gas stations and the main attraction, which was where we were heading, Salem Motor Speedway. Her uncle (Brian), whom she wasn’t particularly close to, is a part-time race car driver and she thought since I’m fairly knowledgeable on automotive nature and a slight interest in auto racing that I would enjoy spending a warm afternoon with her uncle’s pit crew. I didn’t want to go but you don’t really have a choice in the matter when she tells (forces) you. The race was scheduled to start at 1:00 and let me explain the concept of this particular race. If you follow auto racing or seen it on television, it’s nothing like that. 87 cars were entered into this race on a ½ mile track. Essentially, it was a guaranteed traffic jam at 90 mph. Her uncle, whom I had never met before had drawn the pole position (since it’d a nightmare to qualify nearly 100 cars on speed, they were slotted via random lottery drawing). Apparently, starting anywhere near the front wasn’t a good thing and especially so for her uncle as he had an admittedly piece of shit car. Her uncle had been out of the racing for nearly 3 years to this point but a couple weeks ago gotten a call from a former partner that he lost his driver and needed someone local to fill in. He was once an accomplished driver with great success and a somewhat local celebrity and he obviously missed the action. We arrived to his pit box and by pit box, I mean section of gravel marked “88” (his #). This was an old track that had seen better days but it still packed a big crowd for this race. Most of the drivers were similar to her uncle, weekend warriors just looking for some fun but there were many serious local drivers with big money backing. This had a winner take all purse and that was part of the motivation but the main lure was the idea of tight racing for 200 laps against the high banked walls. I was introduced to him and he was a tall, long blonde haired guy with leathery skin to match his laid back disposition. I found it bewildering how someone could be so relaxed knowing that in just a few minutes, he’s going to have 85+ cars breathing down his neck at high speed. After I met the rest of his crew which were mostly his friends, I took a seat with Allison whom was already getting met with catcalls and distant flirtations from other pit crews nearby since she had worn tight shorts and a track jacket for the breezy warm afternoon. Despite that, it was still a pretty friendly environment as you would see teams sharing tools or covering strategy (for this race, it was basically, avoid the wrecks and survive). Just moments before the race was to start, the uncle came right up and sized me up and said with an insistent tone “Hey, you’re a good built kid. My gas man is a no-show and I need a guy to load me on the stops…” and I didn’t even stop to think but I accepted. I don’t know if I did it because I actually wanted to or if I was just trying to impress him by my willingness. I got a quick crash course from his crew chief on what to do. All I had to do was carry a 50lb gas can across the designated line and pour the entire can into the tank, all in 20 seconds time. The race started and surprisingly, we maintained our front start despite such a piss-poor car. We were clearly slower then most of the field but he was an experienced driver and managed to hold people off. I was into the race, but what really got me excited was feeling Allison standing right beside me just mere inches and a thick wall between us and the roaring cars. She could’ve dropped back and sat in the comfort of the shade with the other girlfriends and wives but she stood by me knowing that I was somewhat nervous about my task. It wasn’t a difficult job but as the laps passed, it became increasingly obvious that when he would make his mandatory pit stop, that it would be crucial. We were shooting to just finish the race but our unexpected performance changed our plans as he had a definite top 10 car with an outside shot at victory if the chips fell in place. We got the signal he was coming in and that’s when the nerves disappeared, I went over and grabbed the tank and stood behind the line as the pit officials made sure no one stepped over until the car had made a full stop. Rolling in at 45 mph, the car slammed into the box and we rushed over and pushed by pure adrenaline, I held the can up as I heard him barking out commands “Tighten the spoiler!, New breather!” and it was all foreign to me but I remained steady feeling the weight of the can drop dramatically and without warning, the car jerked away as I managed to pull the can out in time purely on instinct. After we celebrated a fantastic stop that kept the car alive in the top ten, I went over to her as she held the empty can and she smiled with a kiss, whispered “You’re gassy” and burst out in laughter but I was concerned after realizing I had spilt fuel onto myself that would be an issue but I was assured that it was common to have spillage and it was alright. At this point, any feelings of unease from my fever this morning had vanished in the warm air. Things kept going well and I continued having a great time feeling the breeze sweep through me as the cars marched through. A feeling of pride snuck in despite having done nothing except pour gas into a tank. 25 laps were left in the race and we sustained our hold onto a top ten finish until after avoiding them all day (and there were a lot of them) a wreck occurred right in the front of the lead pack which included us and as the car dove down to avoid contact, the right rear tire blew and we had to make an emergency pit stop. Once again, we stood by the line waiting for his arrival and I held the can once again, it was lighter as we only needed to top it off just a touch. Another successful stop followed but we fallen out of the top ten into the faint end of the lead lap cars in 31st. With 15 laps to go after the caution cleared, we worried because the car was good at holding place but not in advancing. The laps kept ticking down and we weren’t having much luck and only moved up a small amount. We needed another caution in hopes to use our good restart ability to pick up more spots but it never came. The white flag to signify the final lap dropped down as we were virtually locked in 23rd place. As a whole this was a complete moral victory to even finish the race (87 started, 39 finished) but to know that we had a guaranteed top 10 finish and lost it because of a lousy blown tire after missing loads of wrecks didn’t sit well with us. All in all, it was an unexpectedly good experience for the both of us. I’m still surprised at how comfortable she felt as she is an admitted snob but after I got a big stamp of approval from her uncle, we said our farewells and headed home. The ride home was interesting, even if just temporarily gave us something to look back on with fondness. Besides, after three hours standing by thunderous engines, it didn’t take much to have an interesting drive. Remember a month ago; when I said that my art professor had an art gallery and asked me to build her a metal canvas with a whacky design? Well, I did this and she liked it a lot but decided that she changed her concept and wouldn’t be use the thing after-all but she still paid me a fairly good scrap of change. Also, after realizing with much deliberation how pointless and idiotic it was to take classes everyday, I scheduled myself for just 2 days a week next semester which will give me more time work. I will also leave my current job around Christmas time as the guy I replaced will be ready to work again. I’m not sure where I’ll go but I’m not that concerned.

Resume masturbation.

That's not even the worst name. I wouldn't mind if it was called the Meinke Bowl, but calling it "Car Care Bowl" is stupid.

I went on a date with Mike Lupica's niece back in HS and even his family couldn't stand him. As for annoying sportswriters for me, it's Jason Whitlock in that he is not only really stupid but his approach and self serving nature just makes things worse. I don't think I've seen anything from Plaschke outside ATH and I can't even tolerate him there bit from what I hear he is even worse with his column and this scares me.

If the guy with Claire's dad has the ability to negate others strengths, what happens if he meets Peter who can absorb powers. Would the two cancel each other in the process?

Chicago results 1) Adam Pearce & Shane Hagadorn over IA 2) Shingo over Roderick Strong 3) Colt Cabana & Jimmy Jacobs over Rave & Rinauro *Colt dumped Lacey and calls her a "bitch", Jimmy asks for a Hug from Lacey and she refuses. Jimmy sees her true colors and walks out with Colt, just to turn on him* 4) Steve Corino over Delirious with help from Pearce & Hagadorn. Cornette threatened Todd Sinclair's job as lead official afterwards if he reversed the decision. 5) Christopher Daniels over Austin Aries 6) Brent Albright over Trik Davis 7) Matt Sydal over Jay Briscoe 8) Davey Andrews over Mark Briscoe 9) Samoa Joe over Bryan Danielson via chokeout with Sinclair's belt (match went 20-25 minutes) Announced for the 12/8 and 12/9 doubleshot is Joe-Danielson in a Steel Cage, Aries/Strong-Daniels/Sydal, & Homicide-Pearce