Foreword:
The Chaos Theory by Anthony Freeman
Everyone has heard the now infamous tale of how pro wrestling went from worldwide sports entertainment to underground fight club, but not many are aware of the horrific details that lead to this current state. For those who have been blessed with the bliss of ignorance, this cautionary tale is going to burst your little proverbial bubble. Before you proceed any further, be warned that what you are about o read may be disturbing to some, however the truth must be told…even at the risk of this writers own well-being. Enjoy.
On September 11th , 2001, the United States of America faced its greatest tragedy. Following a well-publicized diplomatic fall-out between U.S President, Al Gore and the royal Saudi Family over oil prices and waste management, extremist terrorists alleged to be connected to Saudi-Arabia hijacked commercial American airplanes and deliberately crashed them into national landmarks including the World Trade Center in New York, The Sears Tower in Chicago, The Washington Monument in D.C and the Space Needle in Seattle. In total, more than ten thousand citizens and visitors to the country lost their lives on American soil in this horrendous and cold-blooded attack.
Flash forward two years. September 13th, 2003. Two days earlier, President Gore proclaimed “Mission Accomplished” in the U.S-Saudi War after successfully hunting down and apprehending those responsible for the 9/11 Attacks. In Memphis, TN, spirits couldn’t have been higher as Mayor Jerry Lawler prepared for the city to host a revolutionary wrestling convention at the world famous Pyramid. No one could have expected what would happen on this day. Another that would live on in infamy.
Almost identical to the attacks years before, a lone airplane (later revealed to be loaded with experimental biological warfare agents instead of passengers) crashed into the Pyramid only hours before the historic show was to begin. It wasn’t until the next summer that it was discovered that the intended target was the Desoto-Hernando bridge and the Mississippi River; an attack that would have simultaneously cut the U.S.’s distribution routes in half and poisoned the water supply for any area along the river and then some. In light of the situation, all surviving wrestlers and staff were put on a six-month quarantine and medical evaluation. To this day, the activities that took place within quarantine camps have been official classified by the government with little or no explanation as to why.
Needless to say, President Gore had no choice but to retract his declaration of victory. The war would continue indefinitely. After a series of almost unbelievable events, Congress deemed that most independent wrestler ( after Vince McMahon broke up his company into territories years back, all pro wrestlers were considered independent) were not mentally stable enough to compete and because of the apparent physical enhancements that were side effects of the bio attack, were a hazard to themselves and the public at large. The sport of pro wrestling was subsequently outlawed in the United States in 2004, forcing most of the athletes into the shadows. There have been conflicting reports for the last four years about former wrestlers engaging in illegal fighting rights throughout the country, most notably the Mid-South and Memphis area, once the wrestling capitol of the world.
While there have been few if any charges brought to light, it is widely speculated that there are renegade fighters still lurking in the night, wagering profits and reputations in what is now a shell of what professional combat used to be. Yesterday’s “fake” wrestling may have reincarnated itself in the form of barbaric, urban death matches. If this is the base, then there may be little hope for us “marks” (or regular people for the layperson). More on this history lesson next issue.
“ Asylum Nightmare”
Psycho and Pappy, Hale County Mental Institute’s most notorious duo. Admitted in 2006 after brutally murdering six newcomers to the world of pro wrestling. Thanks to heavy doses of medication and metal restraints, the homicidal pair had been the ideal patients for the past few years. Dr. Kyle Newman, head psychologist, was assigned to their cases. Everyday, he documented their behavior even though there was little to report on. The larger of the two, Psycho only communicated with his imaginary best friend, a mutilated toy doll he named “Katie”. Pappy, on the other hand was far more isolated, speaking to no one. Not even Psycho. It was rumored that he had suffered an intense mental breakdown after being subjected to unimaginable torment and ridicule while working for area circus acts prior to his days in the ring. Psycho and Pappy almost seemed to be entranced on an almost telepathic level. The lack of physical expressions of emotions made the entire staff uneasy.
Especially Dr. Newman.
The rumors about the underground fight clubs had started to rattle everyone in the area. Patients of the institute had recently taken a liking to a certain radio show that aired locally. “Rasslin’ Riot Radio with Coach BT”, a program hosted by the aforementioned eccentric personality. Brian Trammel was a manager back in the glory days of Mid-south wrestling but after the crap hit the fan with the industry, he returned to what he did as a civilian: high school teacher and football coach. However, the Coach soon realized that this mediocre and mundane existence just wasn’t for him and decided to develop his own pirate broadcast that would exploit the now illegal sport of pro wrestling, unearth the latest news and/or gossip and transmit it throughout the airwaves for all the truly dedicated fans of human dog fighting to enjoy.
Dr. Newman wrapped up his evaluation of the two behemoths and went off to finish up some paperwork. He assumed his day was coming to an end. In a way, he was right.
During visitation later that evening, Pappy and Psycho (or The Asylum as most of the others referred to them as because of their isolated and dark natures) were met by a surprise guest.
When the man named “Hollywood” Jimmy flamboyantly introduced himself to nearly every member of the staff and to most of the patients, the majority simply brushed him off as nothing more than another over-the-top character who was probably only months away from his own extended stay in the luxurious padded walls. How wrong they would be for assuming such. Jimmy Blaylock had made a rather lucrative career out of producing entertainment at the expense of society’s misfits and freaks of nature. Currently, his biggest cash cow was an experimental realty series focused on capturing fights on his internet/syndicated television show.
In a recent interview, Jimmy had made a bold statement as well as quite a few new enemies by announcing that he would locate the tag team champions and retrieve from them the coveted title belts in front of the entire world. A bounty was placed on the heads of “Picture Perfect”, international fitness models/photographers who secretly moonlit as vicious street warriors.To any person able to eliminate the tag champions and bring back their gold went a respectable reward of ninety-five thousand dollars.
Of course, the jolly man from Hollywood had a very clever ace up his sleeve. Though there were more than a fair share of deranged, genetically-altered lunatics eager and capable of destroying the pompous duo, Jimmy decided that he would take matters into his own hands. He had basically signed his own death warrant by publicly challenging the champions in such a manner, therefore he would have to do anything necessary to take them out before they found him.
Contrary to the squeaky-clean images that they had so meticulously crafted in the eyes of the media, Picture Perfect were in reality some of the most ruthless and merciless assassins in the modern-day wrestling world. Jimmy Blaylock knew that there were only two men callous enough to match wits with the deadly champs.
While their opposition plotted and executed the beginning of their path of destruction, Jon Michael, Christian Jacobs and Chris O’Neal, the collection known as Picture Perfect, had business of their own to tend to. Every since Jimmy Blaylock’s announcement, a bull’s eye had been painted on each one of their foreheads. Not only were the lives of the three egomaniacs in danger but also their respective public images. Following the scandal with professional wrestling, Picture Perfect decided to side with the United States government in a calculated campaign to discredit and discourage the sport they once were stars in. Of course, this was all a front to hide the fact that they were actually the tag team champions that the federal agencies were desperate to apprehend. Hypocritical? Yes. Effective thus far.? Absolutely.
A couple of months prior to the unfolding events, Picture Perfect had used their somewhat supernatural abilities of persuasion over the opposite sex ( a skill bestowed upon them from the 9/13 attack on the Pyramid) to enlist the services of an equally gorgeous and dangerous assassin called Su Yung while in Tokyo. Little knowledge was out about Miss Yung (or “The Glamourai” as she liked to be called) except for the fact that she was one of the most proficient hand-to-hand combatant in the world and that she claimed to possess the Women’s Championship. A lot of times, Picture Perfect used the beautiful mercenary to handle some of their less savory situations.
The meeting between Hollywood Jimmy and The Asylum went by rather smoothly and hastier than would be expected. An offer of freedom had been promised. Instant freedom. Jimmy and his associates had gone to great length prior to his arrival to ensure that the two soulless killers would have the most comfortable passage to the outside world. The alarm system and internal cameras had been disabled, unbeknownst to the staff or the residents. Hollywood Jimmy, alongside The Asylum planned a grand exit. A massacre. A nightmare.
After forcing orderlies to free Psycho and Pappy from their restraints, Hollywood Jimmy watched in sinister glee as the monsters tore through every living thing in sight. No one was safe. Broken necks here. Shattered vertebrates there. In less than five minutes, The Asylum had disposed of more human lives with their bare hands than a small island’s militia. The next stop would be Dyersburg, TN, headquarters of "Picture Perfect Incorporated"....
To be continued...
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