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Insert Heading here - Part 3

(Scene opens outside a petrol station. The Mean One is getting his Pegeout 306 filled up and he has the radio on. He is channel jumping and then he jumped to the familiar voice of IWA's own Tom Prince)

TP: "Just to remind you this is a wrestling broadcast so if we could stay on the subject, great folks."

MC: Also while I remember I'd just like to get a few hello's in, Deg's,Ammo and Striper up The Hac' and of course Wilburman, I'd just like to make the point that nobody should be writing him off for sunday, Dreamer's showed him no respect yet, so I'm plugging for me lad there, wahey Will!....oh yeah I know he won't hear this but Oggy mate you slimey get, 'Ello!"

TP: "Great, ok we're going to the phones, apparently we've got a fan here who has been waiting patiently throughout the show... Caller are you there."

Caller: "Duuuuuuddddde hahha woooooh Dude..."

(Wilburman lets out a small laugh as he pays for the petrol (gas) and drives off to the house show that is already taking place. He laughs uncontrollably as the same man keeps on calling Cyril over and over til the radio show was over. By that time, Wilburman had arrived at the arena. He parks his vehicle in the car park and enters the building. He waits patiently in the lounge area. He looks on the IWA monitors and sees Colonel Clutch's challenge, he also sees the Hitmen's response. He then sees Big Al's promo, pushing for a tag title shot. He looks on with interest and just sits back until the production manager calls him out and we fade to ringside. The arena is near full capacity. The atmosphere is good and the signs are damn funny.

[Empress - we miss you]
[Mean & Mad 4 Life]
[Chamber sux]
[We paid touts to get in]
[Big Al is gay]
[Cobalt show us yer naddies]
[Ron Simpson show us your puppies]
[Will sell soul for Pearl Jam tickets]
(With a neon orange sign) [I GET MY DAILY DOSE ON TOP-ROPE.COM]
[MAY THE WWF HAVE NO MERCY ON US...]

Just as the show really got going, it came to a standstill just like the fans as they hear the all-familiar words blare out the speakers)

"You all ready?"

(Cheers drown out the intro of Blaze of Glory as the lights dim.)

"I said... YOU ALL READY?!!"

(The fans get on their feet as the all impressive fireworks shoot off in all spectacular fashion and out walks the Mean Champion of Justice to "Something for the Pain". He is not in his wrestling gear as he is only there for a little crowd pleasing speech. He is wearing his Mean & Mad Alliance T-shirt, black jeans and he has a pair of shades on also. He makes his way down ringside and gets a mic from JulieAnn Roberts and enters the ring. The continue to cheer until Wilburman raises a hand to calm them down. There was a dramatic pause before he finally addresses the crowd.)

W: WELCOME...

Crowd: TO THE MEAN HOUSE OF JUSTICE!! (Cheers)

W: (Smiles) Now, I know that some Internet reports have indicated that the Mean One has turned his back on wrestling, and that the Mean One has gone off the rail and into alcoholism, the Mean One is gonna leave the IWA, he's gonna retire, the Mean One's life is messed up... Well, my life IS messed up because of the missing Mean Lady, but reports of my early demise have been grossly exaggerated!!

(Big crowd cheer)

W: You see, the Mean Lady is not with me just now, and sure, I am just as clueless as the rest of yous, but one thing is for sure, I trust the lil red head... (More crowd cheers) I trust her to know that she knows exactly what she is doing, I trust her to know that she will return, and I trust her to know that she is now, and FOREVER WILL BE The First Mean Lady of the Mean Justice League!! Quite simply, I trust her... Empress, if you are watching, take care sweet heart, I'll be waiting... NOW!! In the last few days, I've gotten a few of my friends worried about me, and I want to reassure to each and every single one of them, and I want to take this time and reassure each and every single one of my Mean Wilburmaniacs... my name is the Wilburman, I AM The Mean Champion of Justice, and I will continue to fight on!!

(Insane crowd cheers)

W: And this Sunday at Sacrifice, we have a helluva card lined up already!! On the one corner, we have the ever popular West Coast Domination...

(Crowd boos intensely, especially after Big Al's earlier visit)

W: And in the other corner, we have Billy Dreamer and the Mean & Mad Alliance... (crowd cheers) Well, the Wilburman says WHOOPIE-DEE!! Now, I know that there are a few minority of you saying things like [girlish voice] "How will Mad Cyril and Billy Dreamer co-exist in the same team?" [/girlish voice], will the Mean One can tell you exactly how they will get along, they will get along just fine and dandy because we have the biggest piece of walking bunny crap in the other corner!! Along with the walking crap, we also have a talking crap named Big Al and a thus far silent bunny crap named Mirage, and quite simply, I look forward to kicking your arses once more!! Just two weeks ago, I beat Big Al and Mirage in a handicap match, and now Big Al comes out here and mumbles a whole load of crap and says he wants a tag title match? Well, Big Al, let's see, I beat your arse two weeks ago, and sure as hell, your arse will be kicked black and blue once more, what makes you think you actually deserve a tag title shot? Now, don't get me wrong, I ain't turning you down, cause you do have a very valid point, ever since me and Cyril captured these belts, we haven't been good champs, we have yet to defend these belts, and well, quite simply, no one had actually challenged us, and since you are the first...

(Crowd cheers in anticipation)

W: Oh what the hell, talk to the Mad One and arrange it with his secretary!!

(Crowd cheers)

W: But I have no idea what makes you think you'll get by this Sunday in one piece...

(More crowd cheers)

W: Sure, you may have Chamber to hide behind, and sure, Chamber has kicked my butt before, you don't need to remind me how he put me in a coma, but you have to know this, as good as Chamber is, as tough as Chamber is, as big and fat as Chamber is, there will be someone else better, and between the three of us in Billy Dreamer, Mad Cyril and Wilburman, I KNOW we are ABSOLUTELY!!

Crowd: POSITIVELY!!

W: GOBSMACKINGLY... A WHOLE DAMN LOT BETTER!! For now, all that is on our minds is this elimination match this Sunday, as for the 4 way dance the week after, well, we ain't there yet, and I am not gonna look that far just yet, cause the Wilburman wants to vent a little anger and this Sunday, Big Al, Mirage, Chamber, I will be venting my angers out on yous!!! I sure hope you have insurance, cause by golly, after we are done with yous, you are gonna need it... heh-heh-heh... catch yous all later...

(Something for the Pain echoes throughout the arena and Wilburman drops the mic and retreats backstage to allow the show to continue. Once backstage, Wilburman goes to the lounge and gets a bottle of water and enters his own locker room. He locks the door shut and sits in his stool and takes a drink of water. He then holds his head with one hand and pours the bottle of water over his head and sighs...)

"Carrie..."

(Scene fades out)