The scene opens in the Classic Arena backstage area. People are shuffling around with sadness, wondering what is next in their lives. Suddenly, a few cheers light up the room as Carlos Ruiz walks through the door. Everyone’s favorite Spanish Luchador is dressed in his signature blue jeans, leather jacket, and pink Maui Jim sunglasses. He gives hugs to people as he approaches the designated promo area.
“BUENOS DIAS, AMIGOS! CARLOS IS HAPPY VERY MUCH TO BE BACK AGAIN!”
Carlos stops and looks around the room. He feels that the energy is pretty dead, despite the one or two people who were excited to see him.
“Oh… who am I kidding?”
Carlos slides the Maui Jim sunglasses off of his face. A few people have stopped what they are doing and have glued their eyes onto Carlos.
“Hello. My name is Carl Reese. I am from El Paso, Texas. No, I am not the Spanish Luchador. No, I am not from Madrid. That was all part of the act. But this is no act, y’all.”
More people have stopped in their tracks, their jaws dropped onto the floor at what they are hearing.
“This is real life. Classic Wrestling is closing. And I… well, I owe a lot to Classic Wrestling. Now, I know I have been wrestling since 2017 and I have won multiple Championships in my time in the ring… none of which happened here in Classic. But I never had as much fun in my career as I have had at Classic Wrestling. I owe the rejuvenation of my career to Classic Wrestling. I love this place… and that is why I feel like my final moment with a Classic Wrestling microphone in my hand needs to be 100% genuine. That’s why you’re getting – for the first time ever – Carl.”
A crowd has formed around Carl. He looks the camera in the eye with a genuine twinkle in his own eye.
“I begged Classic to let me come back once I heard the news that the company was folding. I am very grateful that they allowed it, considering I do not have a current contract with the company. But the company and my agent made it happen so… watch out Chick Grillbreast.”
Carl smiles at the camera. The smile reminds us of Carlos. However, this time it feels even more natural.
“Chick… despite my departure from the company, I have paid attention. I’ve seen the tear that you have been on since you arrived in Classic Wrestling. I remember being undefeated, myself. But, like Classic Wrestling, all good things come to an end. You may be the beefiest, but I am the Spanish Superhero. No, I am not perfect. I’ve only won about 70% of my matches in my career. But I am proud of my body of work. That’s five years of tough-ass work and I have done it damn well.”
Carl winks at the camera.
“I’ve gone against meatheads like you and there is one common denominator between all meatheads: the inability to control your emotions. I guess the juice does that to people. How do you counter-act that? By simply being better. I have been better against ever juiced-up meathead like yourself that I have ever faced. Undefeated against them. You’re no different. It sounds like it’s your undefeated streak against mine. And, with my track record, I would bet on myself.”
Carl smirks as he slides his Maui Jim sunglasses back onto his face.
“Hasta la vista, amigo. And, for one more time… and one LAST TIME… VIVA LA LUCHA!”
Carl smiles as he receives a small round of applause from some of the crew-members and workers who stopped for him. He starts to dole out some hugs as we fade to black.