If you saw this coming -- and we guarantee that the first person did not -- it's an easily avoidable prank, right? You simply lock the door. Well, that's exactly what Paul Heyman did in 1989, when he was driving the Samoan Swat Team (Samu and Fatu) to the next show and they saw Sting coming. Rick Steiner hung out the window, taunting death and sense, and tried in vain to open Paul's car door. When he found it locked, he pounded on the window, mad with dissatisfaction.

Since the classic "almost yank you out of the goddamned car" prank failed, Sting went to highway antics Plan B: Road Warrior Rampage. He pulled in front of Heyman's car and (keep in mind that he was driving the car) switched seats with Scott Steiner. He and Rick then proceeded to throw every loose object they had at Paul's car, starting with a goddamn watermelon.

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"We got a 141 and 2/3 percent chance of taking both your lives and Gallagher's job."

Paul and the Samoan Swat Team survived the attack, but vowed revenge. They stopped at a gas station to buy everything throwable they could. It was probably obvious to the clerk that these men were buying objects for criminal activity and not refreshment, but when two 400-pound Polynesians are demanding your most explodable, hurl-able objects, it's no time to be a hero. At this point, you might be picturing them laughing and having fun -- a group of guys about to prank their pals. Well, it should be mentioned that before they got back on the road, Samu and Fatu carved "SST" into their hands with a knife. This was not a revenge prank. It was a blood oath.

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They probably concluded this war dance by setting one another on fire and laughing about it.

When they found Sting's car again, the battle that ensued brought the apocalypse to North Carolina. These gigantic men waged a no-holds-barred debris match from speeding rental cars. And speaking of, when Paul Heyman finally returned his car to the rental place, they were pissed. There was so much damage that they declared it totaled, and to this day, he is blacklisted from renting a car in the state of North Carolina.

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"Hey, can I bum a ride off of any of you guys? I'll bring food."

What happened next was more science than art. The wrestlers found that they couldn't get enough speed to lodge Perry's head dong inside the woman (who, for the 30th time that week, was retracing the steps that led to this moment in her life). To increase their velocity, Perry decided he needed rocket propulsion. He grabbed a fire extinguisher. On their second attempt, Perry aimed the extinguisher back at Raven, blasting it right as he pushed.

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Yet another Raven-related fire extinguisher activity not endorsed by Kidde.

Now, in a cartoon or a Rob Schneider movie, this would of course propel the man toward slapstick hilarity and/or gross bodily harm. In real life, this instantly removed all breathable air from Raven, and did nothing else. Unfortunately, it's also exactly when security arrived to investigate why the floor below them was flooding. So a blinded, gasping Raven and a naked, dildoed Perry Saturn did not make much of an escape. They, the strippers, and every wrestler even loosely affiliated with them were thrown out of the hotel.

Right after sex, blood started spraying from her hoo-ha. While C.W. was still deciding whether he should be proud of himself, medically concerned, or preparing to battle some kind of blood demon, the girl screamed that she was fine and ran to the bathroom. She told him to go get food with fellow wrestler Steve Corino while she worked out the Event Horizon madness coming from her crotch. C.W. thought that was a fine idea, so he left the worst thing anyone could imagine to get a snack. When he got back, she answered the door and immediately passed out.

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"... We probably should've brought her a Band-Aid."

Anderson acted quickly. No, he didn't call a hospital or construct some kind of emergency blood transfusion kit. He emptied out his suitcase so he could stuff her inside and hide the body. Yes, you read that right. His first reaction to seeing his sex partner bleeding to death was to throw her in the trash. Luckily, Steve Corino wasn't raised by fucking spiders, and he suggested they at least try to keep her alive. His idea was to make her drink tons of orange juice. It wasn't a great idea, but it was better than leaving a dead body at the end of a blood trail and filled with your DNA.

Thanks to their quick thinking and all that vitamin C, the girl survived the wrestler-penis-induced gynecologic hemorrhage, but she's since probably switched to dating florists. And speaking of shenanigans that ended in a horrific bloodbath ...

When Sid knocked on Arn's door and told him to come out, he heard him stumbling around and falling. According to Sid, he suddenly realized he'd gone too far and tossed away the stick he brought. This was a bad idea, because Arn, drunk and angry beyond reason, emerged with a pair of scissors. Scissors he used to stab Sid in the stomach.

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Footage of the incident doesn't exist, so here's Arn, with Ric Flair playing the part of Sid trying to hold his guts in.

When Sid Vicious tells this story, most of his sentences are bracketed by the words, "take a look at the police report," a phrase uttered almost exclusively by violent, lying criminals. So take it with a grain of salt when Sid suggests that the scissors fell out of his stomach and the two lunged for them at the same time, whereupon he fought off a madman Arn Anderson with a series of calculated stabs. Most of his memories are probably lost to alcohol, then pieced together after waking up covered in someone else's blood.

The fight woke up most of the hotel, and fellow wrestler 2 Cold Scorpio arrived on the scene to find Sid standing over a very generously stabbed Arn Anderson, grabbing him by the hair, and kicking him in the face. Arn recovered, since getting beaten nearly to death with office supplies is kind of his day job. However, the incident did prove who was more important to the company, as Sid was immediately fired from WCW.

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Should have stuck with the squeegee threats, Sid.

The one thing we can say about this legendary night involving "Cowboy" Bob Orton, "The Magnificent" Don Muraco, and "Rowdy" Roddy Piper is that it could have turned out much, much worse.

It was 1986 in Fresno, California. The night started like most did, with world-class alcohol abuse. They pounded drinks until 3 a.m., when they got the idea to go find more to drink. They stopped at a liquor store, where Piper started a fight. They were asked to leave, and they did so, drunkenly. Even more drunkenly, they drove away. Almost immediately, they careened off the road and got stuck on some railroad tracks, as if they were in an educational film meant to prevent this exact sort of occurrence.

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From that day on, Piper sensibly stuck to drinking on the job, instead of behind the wheel.

Being both very strong and very hammered, Piper and Muraco decided to get out and lift the car over the tracks while Cowboy Bob drove it free. It didn't work, because that would be insane, and the gods of drinking stories were not done with our heroes. As the two wrestlers struggled to lift a car filled with luggage and Bob Orton, they heard a train coming. "Awesome," they all thought drunkenly, as they stepped back to watch their car get obliterated by a speeding train. Sadly, it was on another set of tracks and missed the car entirely. Shit.

Deciding maybe that was a sign they should call it a night, the gentlemen took a cab back to their hotel, where they found the police waiting for them. Cowboy Bob snuck around them and back into his room while they questioned Piper and Muraco. Then he hatched a brilliant plan: He got naked, locked himself out of his room, and started yelling like a madman. The police, trained but almost certainly not prepared for this, approached the strange nude man. Cowboy Bob challenged them to a fight, which they accepted, using the unspoken language of Taser. The incredible part isn't really so much that he got drunk and locked himself out of his room. Nor is it the part where he got tased. No, the incredible part is that they had to tase him a second time, because Bob Orton was 250 pounds of taser-proof cowboy. One taser is what he used to unwind.

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It gave the papers an excuse to do what they did best: apply silly wrestling terminology to a legitimately scary incident.

And strangely enough, after they finally shut down his nervous system with electricity, they put his naked ass back in bed and left. They also let Muraco go, and only arrested Piper because he wasn't checked into the hotel. Apparently, if you had a hotel room key in 1986, you could start a fight in a liquor store, leave your car on the train tracks, get nude, and pick a fight with police. If anyone invents a time machine, we've figured out what year we want to travel to.