>wrestler grabs your drink and throws it in their opponent's face
>>2780879
almost happened to me at an iwa show once. i death gripped my pitcher and yanked it back. No way in shit im letting go of my 12 dollar pitcher of piss light beer.
>not throwing your drink to the heel by yourself
fag
They only do this to plants, unless you're in the bingoest of halls.
I so wish a wrestler would try something on me. Invite me inthe ring so I can teach them a lesson. I've been training Taekwondo since I was 14 and took up BJJ recently. I want to embarrass some cocky wrestler, like Kevin Owens. Show him that play-fighting doesn't stop you from being a fat geek.
>>2780903
>not mentioning your Navy SEAL training or your 300 confirmed kills
Selling yourself short, m8.
>>2780949
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little Undertaker? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the WWE Wrestling Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous heavy weight championships, and I have over 300 confirmed wins. I am trained in REALLY REAL WRESTLING and I’m the top Potato Salad in the entire WWE. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on WWE, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, Undertaker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of wrestlers around the US and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for JOHN CENA, maggot. The JOHN CENA that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, Undertaker. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can wrestle you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands and you will never see me. Not only am I extensively trained in REALLY REAL WRESTLING, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the WWE and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the WWE, you little Undertaker. If only you could have known what unholy wrestling your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking championship belt. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn Undertaker. I will shit Potato Salad all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, Undertaker.