It was time for the faces to go out, to be seen on the streets, so they ducked into their changing rooms and put on their hero clothes and their big bright smiles, and washed away the bloodstains and the whiskey sweats. The heels lounged around and rested in their dressing rooms. Everybody knew the heels only came out at night. Now and then, they had to run an errand during daylight hours, but they were careful to wear disguises--real ones, not the easily seen through ones they wore when the thing called for a "disguise." The faces went out, smiled for the camera, kissed the babies, shook the father's hands, flirted with the mothers, and did a little civil due diligence. The heels unanimously agreed that they had it best because nobody expected them to do that sort of thing and they got paid better, too. Of course, they couldn't be seen to prosper--

Inspiration: http://franticplanet.wordpress.com/2012/03/09/the-mad-lies-of-hulk-hogan/
Story Potential: High
Notes: Could be a fun little dystopia. Also, wow is the world of professional wrestling ever insane!