Back to the locker room to pick your wedgie.

You pull your stretched out panties off your face and let them snap back, settling halfway up your back. Tears streaming down your face, you try to run out of the ring, one hand covering your red face and the other desperately trying to pick the cotton invading your crack.

To your frustration, it's actually wedged in so deep it takes several failed attempts to try and remove it. To your horror, you glance up at the jumbotron to see a zoomed in shot of you trying to awkwardly pick your wedgie. The panties you were wearing look like a thong now.

Then, just as you reach the ropes, Wedgie Woman steps behind you.

"Who said you could pick your wedgie, nerd!?"

A shiver runs down your spine. You turn to react, but it's too late. She grabs you by your waistband and hoists you up.

"NooOoOoOo!!" You protest with a shrill, pathetic cry.

"You're coming back to MY locker room, loser...."