Undisclosed Location
The Day After Classic Wrestling Episode 13
We find ourselves nearly engulfed in snow on this chilly winter’s evening, a snowstorm blowing in from the east as we can barely hear two voices from the distance. They slowly get louder, indicating that the sources are getting closer…and finally, we see them.
Randall Schwartz, all bundled up in his finest winter gear, talking to Walt Wehzl, who is not quite as suitably dressed with his usual attire drawing our eyes to his presence. Randall gives the man another look before shaking his head in disapproval.
“I still can’t believe you dress like that ALL THE TIME, Walt.”
Wehzl responds to this merely with a glare, which changes the Entertainer’s attitude drastically.
“Sorry…Mr. Wehzl.”
Randall looks around the area, nearly blinded by all the snow in the vicinity as he raises an inquiry.
“Right, so…Mr. Wehzl…you said you had something for me in return for abandoning that thief Bobby Dean last night.”
Wehzl nods as he motions to a small clearing in the distance, noticeably surrounded by mounds of snow…but devoid of any itself.
“Come with me, Mr. Schwartz, and I shall show you a sight very few have witnessed…The Void.”
They walk away from the current location, and moments later approach the clearing. Wehzl has a smirk on his face, but Randall looks…less enthused.
“What the hell is this, Walt!? I see there’s no snow here, but how is that…”
Randall is cut off by the sound of a rushing wind, emanating from the middle of the clearing…and in an instant, we are taken to a much more familiar sight as a black hole appears from seemingly thin air. Inverted crosses slowly come into view, forcing us…and Randall…to come to grips with the reality set before him.
“Good lord, what is this strange magic!?”
The smirk on Wehzl’s face grows into a twisted grin.
“My boy, this is but one of many inflection points unknown to scientists but well-known by men of true wisdom. Men like Lord Colossus have mastered such crossroads of space and time, and men like Huginn and Muninn are borne of the power contained within…power I am offering to share with you, as a token of gratitude.”
Randall does not respond to this, not verbally at least. He is too enamored with the phenomenon before him, his eyes glued to the black hole as he smiles with glee at the power that awaits him. He’s so engrossed by his thoughts, that he doesn’t pay attention to the fact he is slowly being pulled in by the gravity of the Void as it continues to mesmerize him.
“What say you, Mr. Schwartz? Do you accept this gift?”
Randall turns back to respond…but never has a chance, as he is sucked into the Void! Its hunger for a victim satisfied, the Void eventually dissipates, much to Wehzl’s amusement.
“So long, Mr. Schwartz. You won’t be missed.”
With another grin on his face, Wehzl steps away from the clearing, leaving us to ponder the fate of one Randall Schwartz…perhaps elsewhere in the vast collection of universes that encapsulate reality?
Perhaps a desert out in the middle of nowhere, where a similar point of inflection has swelled up.
A portal from another universe.
Another domino falls.
And soon…
Crisis.