I used to be with a girl that was a big Shimmer fan, and took her to a show one time. It was a lot of fun. I had no idea how accessible the wrestlers would be at intermission. My girl's favorite wrestler was Daizee Haze. When she got in close proximity to Daizee she damn near melted down, trembling uncontrollably, lol. I had to approach Daizee about them taking a pic together, and Daizee was super nice. We also got pics with MsChif and I got one with Daffney. All were great.
Staying behind her merch table was the ultimate heel, my all-time favorite female performer (tho at the time I probably favored MsChif), LACEY (not Von Erich or Evans). Lacey wasn't taking a pic without getting paid $5, which is absolutely reasonable, to say nothing of what a dedicated heel she was. I had no cash on hand because I didn't foresee the possibilities. At least I got to briefly speak her and express my fandom, haha. She was polite, perhaps a bit annoyed, understandably.
Not a wrestler, but I met former ROH owner Cary Silkin at least once. He would be posted up at the exit after every ROH show, shaking as many hands and getting as much show feedback from fans as possible, super gregarious guy.
I met Josh Barnett twice, at a Strikeforce show and a metalfest. Complimented my Dissection shirt at the Strikeforce show, didn't remember me the next time of course, haha. My friend told him we'd be streaming the fights later on a laptop at a certain merch booth if he'd like to watch, and Josh said words to the effect of "Thank you, but I'm good. I've seen a few in my day." Did pics both times, such a cool guy.
Lastly, at one of the ROH-NJPW War of the Worlds shows I attended, I was indulging in a hot dog as is my ROH tradition, and I got mustard on my shirt, lol. I'm hot about it, and storm off to the bathroom. At this venue, I had noticed before that there must not be a proper backstage area, not enough room at least, by how many wrestlers I've seen around outside the actual arena during shows. I go in the bathroom, clean the mustard off my shirt. I'm in there alone, or so it seems. I turn to leave, and standing before me in full regalia looking in the mirror is...Kazuchika Okada. I'm flabbergasted, and he looks at me out of the corner of his eye. The thought of greeting and/or asking for a pic flashes before my mind, but I conclude that since he's preparing for his match, it's better to go on my way. I guess this one is just me bragging since it does nothing to inform whether he's personable or a prick, haha.