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A Point to Prove

(Scene opens outside the Mean Hotel. It's early morning and we see the Mean Champion of Justice returning to the hotel after his usual morning jog. He would normally head back to the Mean Suite and get a shower, but with the big tournament just days away, he really needed to step up a gear and get in that extra bit of training. Should he go to the gym? Should he go to the pool and swim for a bit? Or should he go to the pool and watch the lovely Empress do her thing? Ok ok ok, no need to shout, I hear ya... by popular demand, we are heading to the pool to watch Empress do her thing... Wilburman walks up to the pool, some of his hotel guests are there at poolside enjoying the sun, some of the kids with swim fins are playing a bit in the shallow end of the kiddies pool. And we see the lovely Empress striding the lengths of the main swimming pool the only way she knows how, by making waves. [What were YOU thinking?] As she continues her swim, Wilburman approaches the pool as the Empress finishes her lap)

W: Hey sugar.

EE: Hey handsome.

W: Is this a private party or can anyone play?

EE: Well, I am waiting for my husband...

W: (Smiles) Let him wait...

(Wilburman jumps in the pool and does something under the water to Empress that caused her to make some girlish scream. Just then we see Wilburman swimming off to the other end with Empress in close pursuit. Now we all know that swimming is Empress' strong field, heck, she'd even qualify for the Olympics if she were to try, so quite clearly, Wilburman is way out of his league as Empress quickly catches up with him)

EE: Think you'd get away that easily?

W: Actually, no, but I could use the training...

EE: Training?

W: Yeah, well with Sunday's tournament, I really need to be able to last the whole night if I am to make it all the way again. Remember Equinox Bash? 4 matches on one night, 3 of them back to back, what happened? I went in a coma. I'd be damned if I am not better prepared this time round. I need to improve the stamina, and well, who better to coach me than you? (wink wink)

EE: Well, in that case, I'll go and rest myself poolside in the lovely sun, and I'll get a stop watch and you, you'll swim. (wink wink)

W: Er... that wasn't what I had in mind...

EE: (Smiles) I know... Tough... (wink wink)

(Wilburman shrugs as Empress gets out of the pool. She goes into the hotel and does indeed return with a stop watch. Wilburman looks on to his wife)

W: Oh, you are serious...

EE: Oh you better believe it!! Now, I want 50 laps from you in under 30 minutes!!

W: 30 what?!!

EE: Your time starts now!!

(With that Empress starts the clock and Wilburman begins his attempt to break the world record. After about 15 minutes, Wilburman had 12. Empress, obviously not happy begins to shout some "words of encouragement")

"COME ON!! How do you intend to last the whole night when you are not even fit enough to last one match!!"

"MOVE IT!! MOVE IT!! MOVIT!!!!"

"YOU CALL YOURSELF AN ATHLETE?!!"

"COME ON!! I can swim faster with my arms tied!!"

"You are sleeping on the sofa tonight!!"

(Ouch. That one really hurt. With that said, Wilburman muscle up more strength and begins to swim madly for it. But after a couple more laps, Wilburman slows down again. Guess what? Yup... more verbal abuse...)

"COME ON!! MOVE IT!!"

"How will you last the whole night? You wanna go back to the coma?!"

(Now THAT hurt. Empress now realised what she said and approaches her husband.)

EE: Oh Wil I am sorry, I didn't mean that, I---

(Wilburman was motionless at first, but then looks up to his wife.)

W: It's ok sugar, I kinda needed that one, something to kick me up the backside... something... to remind me...

EE: Well, your time is ticking...

W: Honey, look, I'm not gonna be breaking the world record today, can we just call 50 laps and quits?

EE: Well, you've only done 21 laps... so... (places a soft kiss on Wilburman's wet lips) SWIM!! GO!! GO!! GO!!!

(Wilburman shrugs, smiles, and goes back to the swimming. This calls for some time travelling...)

(Time Travelling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This Wilburmania Time Travelling experience is sponsored by Wilburman.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DING!! 50 laps later...)

(After a gruelsome 50 laps, Empress was going to make Wilburman do another 50 when of all people, Ron Simpson comes to the rescue with an interview crew)

RS: Hi guys, how you all doing? Glad to see yous...

W: RON!!! Am I glad to see YOU!!

EE: Not now Ron, Will needs to get his training done for Sunday!

RS: Well, there's a lot of promos cut already by a most the folks in Sunday's tournament, and Will HAS been a little quiet...

(Wilburman then jumps out of the water and grabs a towel.)

W: 50!! FINALLY!! PHEW!!

EE: But you really show do another 50...

W: Don't you have lunch with Kris and Amy in 20 mins?

EE: Don't you try to---

(Wilburman grabs a hold of Empress and kisses her passionately)

W: I'll make up to you tonight... in the suite... (wink wink)

(Empress smacks Wilburman on the bum before leaving to go to have lunch with the other girls. Wilburman dries himself and strokes his hand over the hair back to look slick... yeah yeah... I know... Ron has the camera set up and the camera rolls.)

RS: Well Wilburman, after the controversy last Sunday night, we are going to have a special 8 man one night tournament at IWA Soul Survivor to determine the new IWA World Heavyweight Champion, what are your thoughts?

W: Well, last Sunday night was... eventful... to say the least. Chamber was out picking fights all over the place, causing chaos and carnage everywhere, but when the Cell match came, he was still focused enough to put up yet another classic, and Chamber, I'll give credit where credit is due, you and I, we did put on a heck of a show, and no matter how others like Jusin and Chrissie might despise the following, I'm still gonna say it... you did bring the best out of me. Granted you are still an arsehole, but you did make me dig that little bit deeper that no one else has done for a long time. But Chamber, this is not over, I still want something from you, and something which only you can deliver, I want another match with you, title or no title, somewhere, some way, somehow, we will settle our little feud. Now with regards to the World Heavyweight belt, well, some might say that I got screwed, and some might even say Mad Cyril screwed me, well, to all those of yous that are saying that, the Wilburman says BULL-YOURS!! Mad Cyril doesn't need any invitation to knock Chamber for six, he can knock Chamber for six anytime he wants, if he saw fit to knock Chamber in my title match, then so be it, I don't blame Cyril, I blame no one... except myself. I apologise to the Mean Wilburmaniacs out there for failing to deliver the PayBack last Sunday night, I apologise for letting yous down, but this Sunday, I aim to correct the wrongs, I aim to be the IWA World Heavyweight champion, and I aim to deliver this time round.

RS: Wow, strong words there Wilburman. Any thoughts regarding your possible opponents this Sunday?

W: Sure, there are some guys there that I know of, and there are some guys there I don't, and there are some guys there I hate, and some guys I don't, but basically it don't really matter cause I would treat them all the same with a little Mean arse kicking. Now, I would actually like to talk about Billy Dreamer to start off with. Now this tournament seems to have Mad Cyril, Chamber, Blackout and Wilburman as the favourites for some funny reason, but I have to say something, if you are considered by the Prez for a top 8 spot, then you sure as hell are no pushover. And to me, Billy is a dark horse, this guy could just be the one to spring the surprise, BUT!!! I'll say this to you and everyone else that I face, you wanna beat me? You gonna have to kill me, or at least put me in a coma, but if I can still walk an inch, you better believe I'll fight on. Billy, like you said, we have no beef, and I sure don't want to crack any more of your ribs, but if it comes down to it, I will slap the Justice down on you like I would to any other.

(Wilburman adjusts his posture before refocusing back to the camera.)

W: Now, some of you may or may not know, in a different time and different place, The Black Crow and I, and a few others, we are a fearsome group, I do believe they called us Unholy, however, this is not that time, and this sure as hell is not that place. I respect you for your abilities, but Black Crow, you know what I am capable of too, so I guess we'll just have to wait and see what will happen come Sunday. As far as your tag partner Night Stalker is concerned, well, I hear that you're getting married, so first thing first... CONGRATULATIONS! But just cause you are no longer cutting those Hollywood special effects promos, just because you are now more down to earth, that don't make any difference to how I see you, to me, you are still an arsehole.

(Ron could be heard chuckling as a light smile break on Wilburman's face before he continues on)

W: Nightstalker, all I got to say to you is simply, good luck. NOW!!! Everyone's favourite lunatic, the BLKOT... JT, I see that you got yourself a wee manageress to do absolutely bugger all apart from licking herself and screaming, maybe that's what turns you on, but Blackout, I have to ask... WHAT'S DA MATTA WITH YOU?!!!!

(Wilburman turns on a more serious look on his face.)

W: That little witch will do nothing for you, and sure, the fans might like the odd eye candy, but by golly she's a little ho. Lady of Pain, you mumble some crap about how you have something better than what I got?

(Wilburman holds up his wedding ring up on his finger and shows it to the camera)

W: I don't think so. It just don't get any better than this girl, so to steal a line from Blackout, go choke on it slappy. Cause if you are dumb enough to piss off the Syrens, don't think that Blackout can save you, don't think that Wilburman and Blackout could save you, cause quite simply, not even Chamber can stop the Syrens! Now JT, I have no clue why you brought that little cow here, and I have no clue what your screwed up mind is thinking, not that I ever knew what you were thinking anyway, but JT, I know you want to be champ, and I know that you've been upset cause you pulled wins over me and Chamber when we were champs, well, if you are that damn good and that damn determined, then go on, do it, try to pull another one over me, I dare ya, I know you've changed your wrestling style, but JT, wrestling IS my style, I guess we will wait and see just who is more determined. And speaking of determined, Mad Cyril...

(Wilburman breaks into a light smile before going back to the camera)

W: Now I don't know about you lot, but I was really looking forward to seeing Cyril in thongs... Hahahahahaaahahaha... guess I'll have to go to Manchester when the C man takes to the catwalk!! But all jokes aside, Cyril, good luck for Sunday bro, you're right, mates don't fight against each other, mates fight with each other, just like last Sunday huh? Heh, Cyril, we make the most formidable team in the IWA, but if the time comesand fate has it for us, I guess we'll have to find out whether you are that bit Madder or whether I am that bit Meaner. But either way, you and I, we'll always be the Mean and Mad Alliance! NOW!! Chamber!! Chamber Chamber Chamber, what more can I possibly say to you? Merry Christmas? Bleh, maybe in 3 months time, but for now, I'll just say this, I do hope we meet in there somewhere on Sunday, we do have a score to settle, and like they say, there's no time like the present, well, in this case, there's no time like this Sunday! I know this is not the WWF nor Hollywood, and I can't guarantee a fairytale happy ending to the fans, but if I go down, at least they all know that I WILL get back up, but the thing is, this time, I am going to get back up before the 3 count!! So Chamber, if you are gonna kill me, here's a tip, make sure I am dead! Cause I will come back and haunt you until I have my revenge!

RS: Wow, that's some strong words, you sure sound more determined than you have been in the past. What do you make of this mystery opponent?

W: I could care less who this person is, I treat him or her the same I will to anyone and everyone that I face on Sunday. I will just say this though, the Wilburman is the equallest equal opportunity arse kicker on this side of the galaxy, so whether you are Chamber, Blackout, Mad Cyril, Emerald Empress, Batman or Bart Simpson, when you step into the ring with the Mean One, you will Absolutely Positively Gobsmackingly get your arse kicked!! So IWA listen up, be prepared for a new era, be prepared for the full unbridled fury of Wilburmania, but most of all, beware of Justice, for Justice is blind, and more over... Justice... will... be... served...

(The cameraman calls cut and finishes the promo. Ron thanks Wilburman for his time and exits from the hotel. Wilburman heads into the locker room and takes a shower. As the hot water pours over Wilburman's head and onto his body, he closes his eyes and his mind goes and do a little soul searching. Or maybe he is just daydreaming... but none the less, he is thinking... thinking of the big weekend ahead of him.)

"COME ON!! How do you intend to last the whole night when you are not even fit enough to last one match!!"

"YOU CALL YOURSELF AN ATHLETE?!!"

"How will you last the whole night? You wanna go back to the coma?!"

"Never."

"Never"

"NEVER"

"NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!"

(Wilburman's eyes widen and throws a punch to the tiled wall. The tile breaks as blood pours from Wilburman's fist.

Scene fades.)