We open on a large set of stage curtains, closed tight as bold letters superimposed on the screen let us know this is “A RANDALL SCHWARTZ PRODUCTION” before we hear the voice of The Entertainer himself.
“Every great story has a beginning, middle, and end. You’ve seen the beginning of this story, been along for the ride in the middle, and now…we’ve reached the bitter end.”
With that, the curtains are pulled open, revealing Randall Schwartz wearing an absolutely stunning golden tuxedo. There’s a smirk on Randall’s face as he adjusts his gold bowtie with a chuckle before speaking up.
“And what a way to go out, huh? On this, the uhhh…season finale of Classic Wrestling, your favorite Entertainer has a chance to end his career on a high note. After the embarrassment of losing to Jay Evans at ClassicMania on a technicality, I get to face Almir Sayed in what is no doubt a confusing time for him, debuting on what seems to be our final show.”
Randall chuckles at this predicament, before continuing.
“Almir, I admire the journey you’ve taken to get here. I respect everything you’ve had to put up with to get to this stage…but the unfortunate truth is, all that love you have for pro wrestling is gonna do precisely squat for you once you’ve stepped into that ring. See, I’ve fought long and hard to protect my ability to compete between these ropes, and I won’t let you take that all away! And after I’ve beaten you, after I’ve successfully recovered my wrestling license once and for all, what will you do Almir? Will you pursue the tech industry?”
Another chuckle, only this time accompanied by some piano music playing off in the distance.
“I’ll tell you exactly what I’m going to do after our little rendezvous, buddy. Once I end my wrestling career on a win, I’m going to pursue the arts once more…and I’ve got an eye on Broadway. Hit it, Tom!”
At the cue of the Entertainer’s request, the piano gets much louder, and we recognize instantly the tune being played as Randall takes a step toward us, before he begins singing.
“Start spreading the news…I’m leaving today…”
Randall takes a few more steps, his voice getting much stronger as he gets more comfortable with the singing.
“I want to be a part of it! Clas-sic Wrest-ling!”
Before he can take another step, or sing another note, the lights cut out in the auditorium, leaving us with a very confused Randall standing all on his own on the steps.
“Hey, what happened? I’m not done with my song!”
From off in the distance we can hear a young man, presumably Tom, shouting to the Entertainer.
“Sorry man, I just heard we don’t have the budget or the licensing rights to keep this going! Best of luck to ya in Cleveland, buddy!”
We can just faintly hear the piano being closed…as well as the door to the auditorium, leaving Randall to sit on the steps and pout in his golden tuxedo, the words “THE END” superimposed over a very sad Entertainer before we fade to black.