So it seemed that Professional Wrestling had so much public image problems, and in this age of
political correctness, something had to be done to repair that image. Thus came the idea of a
Sensitivity Training Camp for Professional Wrestlers, deep in Smokey Mountains woods, far from any
human beings. After several hours, of driving on tough roads, the group had to continue the trip, on
foot for another day or so while mules carried the food and equipments for the group.
Two weeks later the Professional Wrestling Federation, invited reporters to interview the wrestlers
who were coming back from the camp. So, this reporter showed up and waited for the wrestlers who were
coming down the mountain.
He meets the Raging Bull, a 400 pound wrestler known for his vicious Death Chop. The reporter asked
him about the memorable events of the camp. After a bit of thought, the Raging Bull says, "Well,
there was this time a mule got lost, so me and others got some beer and went looking for it. We
looked and looked, all the time drinking beer, and finally found the mule, and then we beat the hell
out the mule! And, then, one time our instructor got lost (I think he was trying to escape), so me
and the rest of the wrestlers got some beer and went out looking for him. We looked and looked, all
the time drinking beer, and finally found him. Then we got more beer and all got drunk and beat the
hell out of him!"
The interviewer knows he can't write an article about this no matter if it's true or not, so he
encourages the professional wrestler to tell him another story. He asks him if he had any "dramatic,"
or especially sad memories that he could talk about. The Raging Bull paused a little, and a
melancholy expression stole over his features. "Well," he replied, "there was this one time I got