XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA! XWA!
A raucous ocean of seabound fans are chanting and cheering at the top of their lungs! XWA, XWA… and it ripples across the waters and causes the waves to rise and crest all around them. Each and every person in this arena is pumped from the action they've just seen. Pumped for the action to come! Then suddenly, every spotlight in the joint floods the stage with white light and the tron goes plain white as well.
‘Carmina Burana’ by Carl Orff begins to play as a band of crew members dressed in black begins to carry large wooden flats out onto the stage. As the perplexed audience watches on, the crew builds a small, three-walled room out of a total of five large pieces.The walls are white with no decor, save for a small window on either side, covered with translucent white drapes. There is an ornate archway in the middle with a rounded top and a carved pillar on either side. The room becomes furnished with two large white leather armchairs. Upon one of the chairs sits a regular XWA microphone. The tron changes from plain white to the Smith Jones LIVE! logo. Smith Jones’ voice layers in overtop of the continuing music.
Welcome… to the brand new centre of the universe!!! This is Smith… Jones… LIVE!!!
Smith Jones LIVE! Smith Jones LIVE! Smith Jones LIVE! Smith Jones LIVE! Smith--
Smith Jones steps out onto the stage to a fresh round of salty jeers. He is dressed in a dark gray suit and tie and he's armed with his personal white microphone. He is by no means at a loss for words.
To be clear, this will NOT be the type of place where violence will prevail. I won't be smashing anyone's head with a coconut, nor will I cut anyone's hair. There will be no snakes or pipers in this pit… no funerals in this parlour… and I certainly won't be putting anyone face first through a plate glass window. I've promised the network a family friendly forum and that is exactly what I plan to give them. I will also be giving my guest the chance to bask in these bright, white spotlights of mine under this stunning starboard sky as the wrestling world watches on. What a breathtaking moment.
Smith steps over to one of the white leather armchairs and sits down. The camera zoooooooms in close to Jones’ face eyes as he takes a deep breath and he speaks on.
My guest at this time is… well… I don’t know who my guest is at this time. Surprise me! Hit someone’s music!
~OPEN to ANYONE~