A fittingly terrible end to a terrible Summerslam.

“Fuckin’ amateurs.”

Just testing out some lines for a new wrestling-based rom-com I’m working on. It’s called Chokehold on my Heart.

This comment is so stupid but I keep thinking about it and giggling... well played!!

The No. 2 won the Money In The Bank ladder match. Therefore guaranteeing himself a shot against No. 1 whenever he wants. Pretty common knowledge, if you ask me.

Stop fighting! Don’t you two realize what everyone else already knows? You’re in love.

Donald Trump must be thrilled. “Make America Russian Again.”

“Shrinkage Squad”

“The Flaccid Four”

I bet Ryan will be really impressed with himself when he reads this.

I know I shouldn’t laugh, but goddammit. +1

(This is a great—and tragic—story about a race walker.)

Commentator, in crisp English accent: Folks at home may be asking themselves, “How will he finish?” And, well, Depends.

+1 for understanding racewalk.

The racewalk looks like the lamest event in the history of athletics, but it’s so damn TERRIBLE. We had a 1600m racewalk in high school; I saw the current state record set my senior year at states...with 6:01. Walking a mile in 6 minutes! When those guys finished, they all looked like they wanted to die. I can’t…

And now he’s going to be disqualified for having the runs.

I have the same gait when I have to poop.

That’s certainly one way to keep the pack a safe distance behind you.

here’s a simpler issue. If we have the capability to reliably terraform Mars, we should then have the ability to fix whatever we screwed up on Earth