We open up to a rooftop a top of France. Many flat blue rooftops a top of the purest of white or the lightest of brown buildings. Dirt collects around the sides around the windows. To top it off, a brick chimney atop every roof. This particular rooftop has a sign of patriotism in the form of the french flag, the blue, white and red flowing in the wind atop a metal pole right next to the window. beyond the buildings lies in the background none other than france's most famous land mark, the Eiffel Tower with the left side lighted up while the right is somewhat taken by the dark as the sun sets. Atop the rooftop stands two men, a wrestler, dressed with one of his usual all white suits, with a black undershirt underneath his light blue dress shirt, with a white bow tie, his normal red mask he usually uses in matches around his eyes, his normal white walking cane and a white top hat to complete the picture. A second man, an interviewer stands behind him, also dressed in a suit. His suit however is brown with a blue dress shirt and a striped red tie. In addition to the suit, he wears a pair of glasses to help him see. Unlike the wrestler, however, due to all the jumping and risk it takes to get to this particular rooftop they are on, the interviewer is out of breath, resting himself on the side of the chimney, while the wrestler known as Le Gentleman Masque rests upon his cane, looking at the Eiffel Tower at the edge of the building.
Leon Kensworth: Mister.......Masque......why........are we.........in France.......
Le Gentleman Masque remains silent, continually staring at the Eiffel Tower as Mr. Kensworth still tries to catch his breath.
Leon Kensworth: Mister......Masque......why did you drag me here?
Leon Kensworth manages to calm down as the man he is set to interview, The man known as The Masked Gentleman turns around to face him.
The Gent: My apologies, Sir Kensworth. I did not mean to drag you around my country this much. However, I was hoping instead to drag a Miss Serra or a Miss Madison. I am sure your interviewing skills are terrific, however, I was hoping for some possible romance, and while I apologize, you are not my type.
Leon Kensworth: So, Mr. Masque, I take it you know about your match at the Aftershock before Kingdom Come.
The Gent: Indeed I do, Mr. Kensworth. The fact I am allowed a match right before Kingdom Come despite being the newest member to the WCZW roster touches my heart greatly. Considering who I'm putting away this time, it seems like such an opponent can only BE taken on at such a great event such as this.
Leon Kensworth: Huh?
The Gent: You see, when I asked who my opponent was, I was not expecting it as I'm not too familiar with this member of the roster, but after some research, I know that this may in fact be the most important match in my career.
Leon Kensworth: Well, it is the show right before the big show, Kingdom Come.
The Gent: Indeed, and I know who my opponent is. Who is this villain you ask? Despite an impressive list of acomplishments that dates back decades ago, including an impressive number of quotes and references by popular media, his current status being in WZCW sickens me.
Leon takes a moment to reflect upon what was said and see if he heard him correctly.
Leon Kensworth: An impressive number of quotes and references from decades ago?
The Gent: Yes, yet despite a rather large following of followers, based on what has clearly happened to him, I cannot allow this to continue.
Leon Kensworth: With all respect to Hunter, are we talking about the same person? Both he and you are relatively new here.
The Gent: Why, who else would we be talking about? None other than my opponent, popular journalist and writer, Hunter Thompson.
Leon Kensworth: Ah. Wait. What?
The Gent: It saddens me to know a classic author has risen from the dead against his will as what I can only take as part of a nefarious plot, but let it be known, if it takes all I can, I will make it so that he shall rest in peace. A bad name for Mr. Thompson shall not come posthumous. Not only that, the one who broke the laws of nature to resurrect him in your current state shall be punished as well.
Leon Kensworth: A-hem. Sir?
The Gent: Yes, Kensworth?
Leon Kensworth: How should I put this? Your opponent is NOT Hunter THOMPson. His name is Hunter JACKson.
Le Gentleman Masque takes a pause to reflect upon the fact his opponent is not dead, let alone undead, but very much alive. Gentleman Masque remembers what he has seen so far of his opponent at the show where he debuted, before speaking up once again.
The Gent: Ah...that is someone I AM familiar with. The American Shaolin Warrior? I see.
Leon Kensworth: Any words on Mr. JACKson?
The Gent: I guess there is one thing. Mr. Jackson, from what I know, I have seen you compete in matches with your partner, a Mr. Jack Sinner as part of the Shaolin Jacks. However, just recently you walked out on your partner not even explaining why. What inspires you to at least not tell those you once considered friends? Could you be possibly heading down a different path? If such is the case, I only wish to help you. I wish for no man to have fallen down a similar path that I did, and if that means I have to finish him off at the most anticipated Aftershock of the year, I will certainly do so.
Le Gentleman Masque raises his cane up into the air before continuing his speech.
The Gent: I look forward to taking on Mr. Jackson in the match. But while those in my match shall pay their dues, I'd like to let the ressurected Mr. Thompson know this, you have escaped this time, BUT MARK MY WORDS, THOMPSON, if there is one thing I DO know about you, it's that you're out there and once I find you, I am coming for you for when you do your next misdeed. I swear it. Adieu, Mr. Kensworth.
Le Gentleman Masque puts a grin on his face as he twirls around his cane, before resting in on his shoulder, then stepping upon the edge of the rooftop and jumping from it. Kensworth puts on a shocked look on his face as he looks down from the rooftop to see the person who took him to this rooftop to interview disappeared leaving only slowly falling towards the brick road at the bottom his calling card, the small replica of his mask. A sudden realization sets in to him as he realizes he only got to the top of the roof via tricky maneuvering of the man he was set to interview, and said man was familiar with the area.
Leon Kensworth: WAIT! MR. MASQUE, HOW DO I GET DOWN FROM HERE?
Leon Kensworth: peels his head away to look around the buildings in hopes that maybe he'll reappear.
Leon Kensworth: HELLO? I REALLY NEED TO CATCH THAT PLANE BACK HOME, BUT I FORGOT THE WAY BACK. WHERE ARE YOU?
Leon realizes he's left on his own, sighing while staring towards the sunset.
Leon Kensworth: ...Dammit.
