Post by Smith Jones on Jun 9, 2019 21:55:04 GMT -5
The Smith Jones Cross-Continental Motivational Speaking Tour Bus is rolling across North America! All footage herein was captured by the documentary crew and is to be considered ON-CAMERA.
Enjoy!
AMÉLIE: “Why would you say such a thing?”
Fade up on a shot of Amélie Davenport's lovely diamond ring signifying her engagement to one Smith Jones. The camera zooms out to show a huge pout on her face. She and Smith are sitting next to one another on the white leather couch inside the white Tour Bus holding hands as Smith stares off at nothing and Amélie stares at the side of Smith’s head. She is wearing a cute violet summer dress while Smitty is dressed in a full suit. The lines in his forehead are carved deep into the tight ridges of Jones’ furrowed brow. His scowl sours further still. He appears to be… utterly forlorn.
SMITH: “Well, it’s true!”
AMÉLIE: “Take it back!”
SMITH: “I’m...”
AMÉLIE: “Smith...”
Silence takes over. Jones’ blank stare focuses up into an angry glare at the floor a short distance away. Amélie squeezes his hand and rubs his thigh. Smith softens and sulks into her a little.
AMÉLIE: “You are not a phony. Do you know why I said yes to marrying you? After all we’ve been through? Smith, I...”
SMITH: “I love you too, Belle,”
AMÉLIE: “That’s not what I was going to say.”
SMITH: “You do though.”
AMÉLIE: “Yes I love you, Smith. You’re going to do great. Those kids out there are about to start looking up to you.” Amélie pauses for a response and gets none from Smith. “Those are your words, Smith!”
AMÉLIE: “That’s not what I was going to say.”
SMITH: “You do.”
AMÉLIE: “Of course I love you. That's not the point.”
SMITH: “How am I supposed to stand up there in front of all of these high school kids-- Amélie, this is my high school! Do you have any idea how many memories are flooding my mind as we speak?! I'm a mess. I'm a veritable mess and in a little over half an hour I'm supposed to go out there onto that stage and, what, motivate them to be stronger than they think they are when I don't even…”
AMÉLIE: “Honey. Breathe. You don't have to do anything special. Just be Smith Jones.”
Smith gets up from the couch and walks the length of the tour bus, past the kitchen, past the workout nook, past the sitting area, all the while pressing his fingertips into the muscles on his forehead trying to ease the tension and soothe his aching head. Jones stops short of the front door and freezes. He turns to head towards Amélie. She is right there behind him. They stand facing each other as Amélie reaches out and takes both of Smith's hands, looking up at him with a soft, sweet smile.
SMITH: “People who know me know me as a monster; people who've never heard of me don't care. I'm just one man. What do I think I'm even doing here?”
AMÉLIE: “You're changing the world like you always do. You're my dragon, dear. Breathe fire.”
SMITH: “Fire, eh?”
Smith closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He exhales a long, slow growl, tilting his face down towards the floor. Amélie lifts Smitty's chin with one finger. He opens his eyes just before she kisses him softly on the lips. Their eyes close together. She whispers.
AMÉLIE: “Fire.”
They look at each other for a moment before Amélie puts her hand on Smith's chest and lightly shoves him away. He nods ever so slightly and turns to walk to the door. The bus door swings open and the crowd loses their minds!
CROWD: “Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!!”
Their chanting breaks down into wild cheering as 'Waiting For The End' by Linkin Park plays in the background. Smith holds his right fist up in the air. Many members of the crowd respond in kind. Fade to black.
After leaving the Tour Bus in Western Ontario, Smith and Amélie have flown to Las Vegas where Smith has been training hard alongside long-time friend Lex Collins. Saturday’s training session was intense. Smith Jones and Lex Collins are done for the day. Smith is about to leave to go meet up with his fiancée for the evening. Smith steps out of the locker room, turning to add a parting word.
SMITH: “Thanks again, Lex. Always a beneficial interaction.”
Smith heads out to the parking lot where his rented white Dodge Charger is parked. The camera crew follows his exit as Jones steps into his car which is outfitted with cameras and microphones. They get into a chase vehicle as Jones pulls out and gets onto the open road. Someone speaks.
JONES: “Hypocrite.”
His eyes flit up to the rearview. No one is behind him. He is alone in the car. All he sees in the rearview mirror is his own reflection. He squints at himself. Smith swears that his reflection is not doing exactly what he is doing. Jones’ eyes go back to the road and then again to his own reflection in the rearview.
SMITH: “I’m not a phony...”
JONES: “You really think these people are buying any of this… motivational speaking crap?? You’re not Smith Jones anymore.”
SMITH: “More so than you are!”
JONES: “Don’t make me laugh!!! You’ve come out of retirement to take on that woman everyone knows can beat your ass from here to the dark side of the moon and you think you’ll win? You think training with the high rent full-sized version of you will make you any better than the washed up old man that you really are?! How can you be as hungry as these other superstars. You’ve walked away from this game before, Smitty!!!”
SMITH: “Don’t call me that!!!”
JONES: “The fans call you that.”
SMITH: “YOU’RE NOT A FAN!”
JONES: “You’ve got that right.”
There is a loud honk of a horn and Smith swerves to avoid a collision! He safely navigates the danger and drives on.
SMITH: “What are you doing here?!?”
JONES: “How are you gonna handle Haruna when she comes flying off the ropes with Veritas?”
SMITH: “I shall counter adeptly and counter with Gravitas.”
JONES: “Just like that? Just that easily?”
SMITH: “I shouldn’t have to explain every bit of my ring strategy to you, Jones!”
JONES: “How long do you think you can keep me away from her, Smitty?”
Smith freezes. He stares straight ahead at the road. He then suddenly pulls the car over to the curb, coming to an abrupt stop. He adjusts the rearview mirror and looks himself dead in the eyes.
SMITH: “This is NOT a game, Jones. Do you hear me?!? How am I going to handle Haruna Sakazaki come Monday night? Show up Monday night and WATCH ME DO IT!”
JONES: “I’m going to HELP you do it.”
The camera man knocks on Smith’s window asking if everything is okay. Jones holds up his index finger and then waves him off.
JONES: “Because I assure you that just because Scott Slayer looks like an absolute slouch on paper, he is still in the very same semi-main event match that you’re in. He is a threat in this Triple Threat. Are you?”
SMITH: “I am… incredible.”
JONES: “Let’s hope that’s still true.”
Cut to the dashboard camera on the chase car as Smith Jones peels out and takes the roadway in a cloud of dust.
Fade up on a shot of the Alpha Pro Wrestling logo stitched onto the turnbuckle in stark closeup. The logo is all we can see as Smith Jones speaks.
SMITH JONES: “We stand at the precipice of the great divide between what we are and what we want to be. The Alpha Professional Wrestling logo will come to stand for absolute excellence in combat sports, but we have a long road ahead.”
The camera zooms out to reveal that we are indeed inside an empty Pechanga Arena. Smith Jones is sitting on the apron with his feet dangling and he swings one slowly, tapping his heel against a steel support beam in the side of the ring. He is dressed in blue jeans, white running shoes, and a gray T-shirt that reads ‘...incredible’ on it in white lettering.
SMITH JONES: “Tomorrow night, I will perform to the best of my abilities inside this ring in the co-main event of our very first show. The waiting has been the hardest part, but it is about to pay off as I step into the ring in a Triple Threat Match against Scott Slayer and… wait. Let’s just start right there with my first opponent. Scott Slayer. You and I subscribe to similar philosophies about societal constructs. The ones on top who rule the world are simply running it into the ground. We build massive cities in the name of success while truly destroying the very planet that gives us life! You and I know, Scotty, that society will one day crumble. You and I, Scotty, are exactly the kinds of people that the world will need to help rebuild what has been razed to the ground. Can’t you just see the Falling Ash coming down from the heavens right now?”
Jones gets up and stands on the ring apron facing out into the empty arena. He envisions the sea of fans that will inhabit this place just one day hence and a smile begins to sneak across his lips. He then has a darker thought and his smile fades into a concerned grimace.
SMITH JONES: “Who will be the alpha, rising from the ashes of a broken system? Who will rebuild the world? And how will they rebuild it? Who will get up out of their graves and make humanity great again?! You Scotty? Do you have what it takes? How about you, Haruna? You’ve got an impressive history. UFWA Miss Money In The Bank, Longest reigning UFWA Tag Champs, Queen of the Ring, Breakout Diva of the Year 2013… accomplishments that will mean nothing when we come together as humans to build something great from the ground up.”
Jones wipes his feet respectfully on the ring apron and steps in through the ropes and takes centre ring. He Stares directly into camera.
SMITH JONES: “APW Interviewer Dani Applegate cited my “fed-jumping nature” as my downfall, but I beg to differ. Because tomorrow night, Alpha Pro is going to need someone with my level of experience and the varied perspectives I've collected along the way. I have the drive, resilience, and the foresight to be able to peer into the future and lead APW to the greatness that it deserves to achieve!”
Jones plants his feet in the centre of the ring and looks straight ahead with a stone scowl.
SMITH JONES: “Allow me to reintroduce myself. I’m Smith Jones and I’m right here. When that bell rings and the carnage begins, I’m not just daydreaming about what it might be like to be the best, I am here to snap a neck or two on the way to taking my rightful spot atop the opposition, atop the card, atop the entire roster! This is not a game. This sacred canvas beneath my feet is where I do great damage and I claim what is mine. Mark my words right this moment. I will be the very first APW World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion if it kills you. There is no Scotty Slayer, no Haruna, no man or woman on this Earth will stop me. Each and every person who tries to get in my path will suffer the very same fate: Point of Controversy. Pinfall. One, two, three. Then on to the next and so on. Tomorrow night, I will put this entire company on notice and show you all that I am… incredible… and there is precious little that I won’t do to prove it. I'm Smith Jones and this show was named for me.”
Fade to black.
Enjoy!
~
Smith Jones Cross-Continental Motivational Speaking Tour Bus
Toronto, Ontario
Monday, June 3rd, 2019 - 08:14
Toronto, Ontario
Monday, June 3rd, 2019 - 08:14
AMÉLIE: “Why would you say such a thing?”
Fade up on a shot of Amélie Davenport's lovely diamond ring signifying her engagement to one Smith Jones. The camera zooms out to show a huge pout on her face. She and Smith are sitting next to one another on the white leather couch inside the white Tour Bus holding hands as Smith stares off at nothing and Amélie stares at the side of Smith’s head. She is wearing a cute violet summer dress while Smitty is dressed in a full suit. The lines in his forehead are carved deep into the tight ridges of Jones’ furrowed brow. His scowl sours further still. He appears to be… utterly forlorn.
SMITH: “Well, it’s true!”
AMÉLIE: “Take it back!”
SMITH: “I’m...”
AMÉLIE: “Smith...”
Silence takes over. Jones’ blank stare focuses up into an angry glare at the floor a short distance away. Amélie squeezes his hand and rubs his thigh. Smith softens and sulks into her a little.
AMÉLIE: “You are not a phony. Do you know why I said yes to marrying you? After all we’ve been through? Smith, I...”
SMITH: “I love you too, Belle,”
AMÉLIE: “That’s not what I was going to say.”
SMITH: “You do though.”
AMÉLIE: “Yes I love you, Smith. You’re going to do great. Those kids out there are about to start looking up to you.” Amélie pauses for a response and gets none from Smith. “Those are your words, Smith!”
AMÉLIE: “That’s not what I was going to say.”
SMITH: “You do.”
AMÉLIE: “Of course I love you. That's not the point.”
SMITH: “How am I supposed to stand up there in front of all of these high school kids-- Amélie, this is my high school! Do you have any idea how many memories are flooding my mind as we speak?! I'm a mess. I'm a veritable mess and in a little over half an hour I'm supposed to go out there onto that stage and, what, motivate them to be stronger than they think they are when I don't even…”
AMÉLIE: “Honey. Breathe. You don't have to do anything special. Just be Smith Jones.”
Smith gets up from the couch and walks the length of the tour bus, past the kitchen, past the workout nook, past the sitting area, all the while pressing his fingertips into the muscles on his forehead trying to ease the tension and soothe his aching head. Jones stops short of the front door and freezes. He turns to head towards Amélie. She is right there behind him. They stand facing each other as Amélie reaches out and takes both of Smith's hands, looking up at him with a soft, sweet smile.
SMITH: “People who know me know me as a monster; people who've never heard of me don't care. I'm just one man. What do I think I'm even doing here?”
AMÉLIE: “You're changing the world like you always do. You're my dragon, dear. Breathe fire.”
SMITH: “Fire, eh?”
Smith closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He exhales a long, slow growl, tilting his face down towards the floor. Amélie lifts Smitty's chin with one finger. He opens his eyes just before she kisses him softly on the lips. Their eyes close together. She whispers.
AMÉLIE: “Fire.”
They look at each other for a moment before Amélie puts her hand on Smith's chest and lightly shoves him away. He nods ever so slightly and turns to walk to the door. The bus door swings open and the crowd loses their minds!
CROWD: “Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!!”
Their chanting breaks down into wild cheering as 'Waiting For The End' by Linkin Park plays in the background. Smith holds his right fist up in the air. Many members of the crowd respond in kind. Fade to black.
~
The Original Bumpz Fight Club
Las Vegas, Nevada
Saturday, June 8th, 2019 - 17:03
Las Vegas, Nevada
Saturday, June 8th, 2019 - 17:03
After leaving the Tour Bus in Western Ontario, Smith and Amélie have flown to Las Vegas where Smith has been training hard alongside long-time friend Lex Collins. Saturday’s training session was intense. Smith Jones and Lex Collins are done for the day. Smith is about to leave to go meet up with his fiancée for the evening. Smith steps out of the locker room, turning to add a parting word.
SMITH: “Thanks again, Lex. Always a beneficial interaction.”
Smith heads out to the parking lot where his rented white Dodge Charger is parked. The camera crew follows his exit as Jones steps into his car which is outfitted with cameras and microphones. They get into a chase vehicle as Jones pulls out and gets onto the open road. Someone speaks.
JONES: “Hypocrite.”
His eyes flit up to the rearview. No one is behind him. He is alone in the car. All he sees in the rearview mirror is his own reflection. He squints at himself. Smith swears that his reflection is not doing exactly what he is doing. Jones’ eyes go back to the road and then again to his own reflection in the rearview.
SMITH: “I’m not a phony...”
JONES: “You really think these people are buying any of this… motivational speaking crap?? You’re not Smith Jones anymore.”
SMITH: “More so than you are!”
JONES: “Don’t make me laugh!!! You’ve come out of retirement to take on that woman everyone knows can beat your ass from here to the dark side of the moon and you think you’ll win? You think training with the high rent full-sized version of you will make you any better than the washed up old man that you really are?! How can you be as hungry as these other superstars. You’ve walked away from this game before, Smitty!!!”
SMITH: “Don’t call me that!!!”
JONES: “The fans call you that.”
SMITH: “YOU’RE NOT A FAN!”
JONES: “You’ve got that right.”
There is a loud honk of a horn and Smith swerves to avoid a collision! He safely navigates the danger and drives on.
SMITH: “What are you doing here?!?”
JONES: “How are you gonna handle Haruna when she comes flying off the ropes with Veritas?”
SMITH: “I shall counter adeptly and counter with Gravitas.”
JONES: “Just like that? Just that easily?”
SMITH: “I shouldn’t have to explain every bit of my ring strategy to you, Jones!”
JONES: “How long do you think you can keep me away from her, Smitty?”
Smith freezes. He stares straight ahead at the road. He then suddenly pulls the car over to the curb, coming to an abrupt stop. He adjusts the rearview mirror and looks himself dead in the eyes.
SMITH: “This is NOT a game, Jones. Do you hear me?!? How am I going to handle Haruna Sakazaki come Monday night? Show up Monday night and WATCH ME DO IT!”
JONES: “I’m going to HELP you do it.”
The camera man knocks on Smith’s window asking if everything is okay. Jones holds up his index finger and then waves him off.
JONES: “Because I assure you that just because Scott Slayer looks like an absolute slouch on paper, he is still in the very same semi-main event match that you’re in. He is a threat in this Triple Threat. Are you?”
SMITH: “I am… incredible.”
JONES: “Let’s hope that’s still true.”
Cut to the dashboard camera on the chase car as Smith Jones peels out and takes the roadway in a cloud of dust.
~
Pechanga Arena
San Diego, California
Sunday, June 9th, 2019 - 14:29
San Diego, California
Sunday, June 9th, 2019 - 14:29
Fade up on a shot of the Alpha Pro Wrestling logo stitched onto the turnbuckle in stark closeup. The logo is all we can see as Smith Jones speaks.
SMITH JONES: “We stand at the precipice of the great divide between what we are and what we want to be. The Alpha Professional Wrestling logo will come to stand for absolute excellence in combat sports, but we have a long road ahead.”
The camera zooms out to reveal that we are indeed inside an empty Pechanga Arena. Smith Jones is sitting on the apron with his feet dangling and he swings one slowly, tapping his heel against a steel support beam in the side of the ring. He is dressed in blue jeans, white running shoes, and a gray T-shirt that reads ‘...incredible’ on it in white lettering.
SMITH JONES: “Tomorrow night, I will perform to the best of my abilities inside this ring in the co-main event of our very first show. The waiting has been the hardest part, but it is about to pay off as I step into the ring in a Triple Threat Match against Scott Slayer and… wait. Let’s just start right there with my first opponent. Scott Slayer. You and I subscribe to similar philosophies about societal constructs. The ones on top who rule the world are simply running it into the ground. We build massive cities in the name of success while truly destroying the very planet that gives us life! You and I know, Scotty, that society will one day crumble. You and I, Scotty, are exactly the kinds of people that the world will need to help rebuild what has been razed to the ground. Can’t you just see the Falling Ash coming down from the heavens right now?”
Jones gets up and stands on the ring apron facing out into the empty arena. He envisions the sea of fans that will inhabit this place just one day hence and a smile begins to sneak across his lips. He then has a darker thought and his smile fades into a concerned grimace.
SMITH JONES: “Who will be the alpha, rising from the ashes of a broken system? Who will rebuild the world? And how will they rebuild it? Who will get up out of their graves and make humanity great again?! You Scotty? Do you have what it takes? How about you, Haruna? You’ve got an impressive history. UFWA Miss Money In The Bank, Longest reigning UFWA Tag Champs, Queen of the Ring, Breakout Diva of the Year 2013… accomplishments that will mean nothing when we come together as humans to build something great from the ground up.”
Jones wipes his feet respectfully on the ring apron and steps in through the ropes and takes centre ring. He Stares directly into camera.
SMITH JONES: “APW Interviewer Dani Applegate cited my “fed-jumping nature” as my downfall, but I beg to differ. Because tomorrow night, Alpha Pro is going to need someone with my level of experience and the varied perspectives I've collected along the way. I have the drive, resilience, and the foresight to be able to peer into the future and lead APW to the greatness that it deserves to achieve!”
Jones plants his feet in the centre of the ring and looks straight ahead with a stone scowl.
SMITH JONES: “Allow me to reintroduce myself. I’m Smith Jones and I’m right here. When that bell rings and the carnage begins, I’m not just daydreaming about what it might be like to be the best, I am here to snap a neck or two on the way to taking my rightful spot atop the opposition, atop the card, atop the entire roster! This is not a game. This sacred canvas beneath my feet is where I do great damage and I claim what is mine. Mark my words right this moment. I will be the very first APW World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion if it kills you. There is no Scotty Slayer, no Haruna, no man or woman on this Earth will stop me. Each and every person who tries to get in my path will suffer the very same fate: Point of Controversy. Pinfall. One, two, three. Then on to the next and so on. Tomorrow night, I will put this entire company on notice and show you all that I am… incredible… and there is precious little that I won’t do to prove it. I'm Smith Jones and this show was named for me.”
Fade to black.
