(The scene is a Hotel room in Detroit, we see a hand holding the remote control and pressing the buttons. The channel switches start off nice and slow, then slowly it speeds up. From news, to documentaries, soap, movies, discussion shows etc etc…until finally the TV switches onto sport.)

Voice: {obviously easily recognisable on the show} Ah, now this is more like it. A pleasant break from all the violence and…what the bloody hell is this??? NAKED DARTS???? What sort of pathetic bloody country is this?

(The TV screen goes off and the remote is thrown across the room. The person gets up off of the bed and, from behind, we can see it’s William Regal.)

King: Look JR, it’s William Regal…you know, anything Regal can’t be bad.

JR: That may be so, but how the hell did he manage to get V.T. playing on our show?

(The picture has now switched to JR and The King at ringside)

King: Oh, will you calm down, Regal’s great…he tells all these idiots how it should be around here JR.

JR: You just don’t care do you…we can’t have…I mean…Bah God King, what about the two wrestlers in the ring, what about this XWA show? Do you not care?

King: What? Besides puppies, William Regal is the only reason I drag myself here and sit with you. It’s not exactly a picnic carrying you through every show.

(We hear William Regal’s music starting to play over the P.A and a look of shock comes over JR’s face, The King’s face is filled with the usual delight.)

King: Haha, here he comes…

JR: But King, he’s not even a part of the XWA roster...as far as I'm aware his appearance last night wasn't expected. He can't just come out here, smile at everyone and think everything is okay.

(William Regal walks straight past the ring and over to the announce position, he looks at JR with a look of distain and then shakes hands with The King before putting on his headset and sitting down.)

Regal: Hello JR, have you missed me?

JR: Yes, of course I have…the XWA always needs tale…

King: Oh will you listen to yourself changing your tune. You know William, JR was being anything but complimentary to you earlier on.

Regal: Well, I’d expect as much from a man who works for a company where the Security Guards accept bribes and the man who runs the Video Truck plays a tape in return for tickets to a strip club. You know JR, I’ve been left kicking my heels by the XWA and, although I enjoyed my crumpet and cups of tea, I AM NOY BLOODY IMPRESSED SUNSHINE!!!

I mean, I almost had to go back to my beloved England and work in some God forsaken hall for a promotion by the name of FWA. Do you know what goes on there JR, DO YOU? But, I decided that I would take my knowledge of he people of America and use it to my advantage. Now, I realise there are exceptions to the rule…The King here for example…but it doesn’t take a genius to make people do things around here. Although, I will say that I was actually quite stunned at how easy it was JR, very bloody easy indeed. Last night's Pay Per View incursion was easy, but the video tape and making my way out here was preposterously simple.

JR: Okay, okay, you’re here now…I think we can end the tasteless slating of America. You must have your views on some of the XWA roster, as you’ve obviously been watching us closely to know how to get past Security.

Regal: No, not really…I just picked the first miserable specimen that I came in contact with. “Would you let me in please?” I asked and, you know, he just let me walk straight through…albeit after I’d mentioned I could get him tickets to this Summer’s World Cup in Japan. Corrupt JR, they are just corrupt…and Shane Douglas is no different, just to name one.

JR: He had a match with Triple H last night, of course.

Regal: Did he really? Well, they deserve each other. Two of the biggest wastes of space ever to grace this fine sport. You know JR, I’m sure Mr Lawler will agree with me, it used to be that wrestling ability and being able to actually make a crowd think made a difference. You had to actually wrestle to win a match and you needed to really get inside the heads of the fools watching you. But now, oh dear oh dear, you just throw out a few insults from the school playground and sleep with a member of the booking team...suddenly you're...

JR: Erm, you can’t…

Regal: I’ll say whatever I bloody well like, I’ve had enough of it. Years of training, an intellect unsurpassed by many and I have to take a back bloody seat to a miserable cretin like Hollywood Hulk Hogan. I’ll tell you now, if I ever got that wrinkled cretin in the ring I will take his zimmer frame and shove it so far up his bloody backside the entire world will think he’s had braces fitted to his teeth…DO YOU HEAR ME JR???

King: It’s okay William, calm down. I mean, JR can’t help he’s ignorant…he is from Oaklahoma afterall.

Regal: Indeed, I’m surprised he doesn’t have a bail of hay at the side of his desk. Anyway, I cannot sit around here all day…for starters there’s quite a smell eminating from Mister Ross. I have a meeting with Mr McMahon to get everything set in stone, he knows all about what my talents can offer to XWA and I’m sure I’ll be seeing both of you very soon. King, it’s been a pleasure…(Regal gets up)…and JR, I have two fists you know, you may well feel the power of the punch if I get bored of only using the left one. I bid you both a fond fairwell.

JR: Don't you want to talk about last night then?

Regal: Oh, I suppose I can put up with looking at you for a while longer JR. You know, I was backstage watching the Kid Kash versus Crush match and saw Mr Perfect going through the curtain. Well, I play by certain rules you know...the King will know what I'm talking about. Mr Perfect had nothing to do with that match, it wasn't any of his business and that's just not on.

JR: Well, it's led to you being booked against Crush on this weeks RAW.

Regal: Ah, I must be part of the XWA roster officially then...Mr McMahon must have something interesting planned. I don't have many thoughts about Crush at the moment though, I'll need to get my feet back under the desk so to speak and bring myself up to speed on all the goings on around here. I'm sure I'll have much to say later, but for now I definitely must bid you both a fairwell.

(Regal gets to his feet and shakes hands with Jerry Lawler...{a pleasure as always King}...then he just glares at Jim Ross, before putting his headset down and leaving the ringside area. Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler comment as Regal walks up the rampway...{The Goodwill Ambassador is back King}.)