A couple years ago, I was in Minneapolis on a business trip and at a bar one evening. I heard that Smackdown was in town earlier that day. I had had a couple gin & tonics before going back to my hotel to pack up for my red-eye back to my home base in NYC.
All of a sudden I notice a tall and dark man in the corner of my eye approach another man at a table in the corner of the pub. I turned my head to see the Undertaker embrace another man in his arms. Old friends i assumed, then much to my surprise he planted an open mouthed kiss on him very quickly. Taker then turned his head and made eye contact with me. I turned my head so fast I almost got whiplash.
After sitting there horrified for a few minutes, I went to the restroom. I typed out a text to my friend from the back stall telling him what I had just witnessed. The restroom door then opened halfway through my text. I heard heavy boots and chains quickly approaching. "Damn I've had too much to drink" I thought. But then, and I've never told another soul this story until now, the stall door was kicked in and Taker stood there staring at me. My cell phone started ringing and i had Metallica's For Whom the bell tolls as my ringtone. A few lights in the bathroom flickered on and off.
Taker opens his mouth and says "That wasn't what it looked like"
"What do you mean" I replied.
Taker then grabs my phone and answers it and says "He'll call you back", CLICK. He then looks down at my text...>WTF Man, I just Taker frenchin some du
He proceeds to chokeslam me through the toilet. The bar manager found he there the next morning.