We open inside a majestic-looking room, adorned with fancy decor throughout with a logo that looks like the letter S…you know the one…as big superimposed letters inform us that this is indeed ‘A RANDALL SCHWARTZ PRODUCTION.’ We continue making our way through this room, focusing our attention on a long banquet table of sorts. The table is surrounded by chairs, most of which are empty…except for one, upon which is sat the man himself, Randall Schwartz, dressed curiously like a villainous genius with a smirk to match as he begins to speak.
“Greetings, true believers, and welcome to my lair…home to what will soon be the Legion of Schwartz.”
He motions to the empty chairs nearby as he continues to speak.
“Soon, these chairs will be filled with some of the most dangerous, terrible men on the face of the planet, all with one goal in mind…world domination. Before we can begin our plan, we must take out those who would oppose us…heroes like the Every Dad himself, Harry Chest.”
His smirk slowly turns into a snarl, as though disgusted by the thought of the superhero as Randall speaks up once again.
“After all, Harry, isn’t that what you crave above all else…a challenge? You came into Classic Wrestling seeking to uphold truth, justice, and honor…but no one wanted to play into your delusions of grandeur. At least, not until Dr. Devastation barged into your life.”
At the mention of Harry’s first great challenge, Randall reveals a headshot of Devastation before placing it on the table in front of the chair next to him. With another smirk, Randall continues.
“When the good Doctor is ready, he will be invited to join the Legion of Schwartz…along with many, many others. You see, Harry, what you did to Devastation not only garnered the attention of the fans you cherish and adore…it put you on the radar of some very, very bad people. People who would love nothing more than to see the great Harry Chest sheared into submission, forced to watch as the citizens he promised to protect are oppressed and decimated…with ol’ Randall Schwartz leading the way.”
This draws a chuckle from the entertainer, clearly diving head first into this role as he gets up from his chair. He takes a stack of photos off the table, purposely hiding the identities within as he starts setting them upon the table in front of each chair, signifying that his proposed Legion is settled upon before finally choosing to speak once more.
“The table has been set, the invites sent, and when we return to the Classic Wrestling studio, they along with the rest of the world will bear witness to what Randall Schwartz is capable of. You may have been able to outmuscle Dr. Devastation, but you cannot outsmart Randall Schwartz. A man like me comes into this match with a strategy, a plan…and you will need far more than just a league to stop me.”
Randall steps away from the table, as we walk him make his way throughout the room before stopping at a mirror. He looks into it, gazing upon himself with a smile before turning his attention back to us.
“Tell me, Harry…did you ever dream you would come face to face with such a genius like Randall Schwartz? A man that can outwit and quite frankly outlast his competition when he so pleases? If I can’t have the REAL World’s Championship, if the Pan American Championship must be out of my reach…then I will settle for making people miserable until I get what I want. You, oh hero of the super variety, are the first victim of my renewed focus. Once I have defeated the mighty Harry Chest, it will pave the way for my Legion to begin our master plan.”
Randall steps away from the mirror, his smile growing into a full-fledged grin as he spreads his arms wide to focus our attention on the room he stands in.
“This is the humble origin story of the Legion of Schwartz, and you Harry Chest will receive the challenge you so desperately seek…and you will come to regret it. What Dr. Devastation did to you will pale in comparison to the misery that awaits you at the hand of the Entertainer, the super genius himself, Randall Schwartz…!”
With this, Randall lets out an evil laugh as we find ourselves zooming out of the room, revealing what appears to be a fortified stronghold as we fade to black.