I was booked for an indy show once to wrestle Matt Osborne.  Matt was known for having a HUGE narcotic addiction.  He showed up on time to go over our spots, but in pretty rough shape.  He was talking about wanting to cancel his booking at the last minute because his stomach hurt.  The promoter told him that if he didn't get in the ring, he wasn't getting paid.  Matt said he'd "take care of his problem" and assured me he'd be okay to wrestle that night.  About an hour later, I was standing outside the ring waiting for him to come out, and he motioned for me to come over to him because he wanted to "show me something."  He led me back to the men's room, and showed me, by far, the largest dump I've ever seen in my life.  I've never seen anything like it, and he seemed proud of it.  There had to be 10 lbs. of shit in a pile there, towering almost 6 inches over the water line.  Turns out he hadn't shit in almost 10 days, and that's why his stomach hurt.  He then informed me he'd be "good to go."  We went and worked our match that night, and he was so wrecked that he botched every spot we attempted.  It wasn't one of my better matches and I'm sure it wasn't one of his. Leave it to a fat to see taking a shit as an accomplishment, but working a good match (you know, what we're paid to do) as a secondary priority.  He eventually died from his drug addiction.