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My Turn...

Robert Goldbridge: Well, I suppose he DID bring it upon himself, but he IS my partner after all... so... SOMEONE GET SOME MEDICS OUT HERE!!

(After The Golden Boy is done molesting Jerry Smithfield, he drops the mic and goes to exit the ring. He stands on top of the entrance ramp and holds up the Australian flag in pride. He gestures to the fans and was about to exit underneath the DizzyTron when suddenly the familiar speech of "You all ready?" blares out the speakers.)

RG: OH GOOD LORD!! HERE COMES THE IC CHAMP!!

(As intro of "Blaze of Glory" is played to the cheers of the fans, Shawn Hart goes back into the ring to check out what is going on. When the intro is done, a much louder "I SAID… YOU ALL READY?!!" echoes throughout the arena. The fans get on their feet as "Something for the Pain" plays. We are all expecting the Mean One to appear on the rampway when our attentions are directed towards the DizzyTron. The camera pans round from a beautiful beach scene. As the view zooms out we see that we are situated in an open bar. The bar itself is closed right now but the writing is pretty much on the wall. Literally. "The Mean Pub". Yup. We're at the Mean Hotel. The camera then pans over to see Wilburman in casual clothing and he has the WWCW IC belt on his shoulder. The camera focuses in on Wilburman's face as the fans start a WIL-BUR-MAN chant. Wilburman breaks a light smile and looks into the camera.)

W: Normally, if I were in person in that arena right now, I would have greeted the fans to the Mean House of Justice...

(Cheers)

W: ... now, if you are wondering where I am, let me say this to you... WELCOME TO THE MEAN HOTEL!!

(Louder cheer)

W: Now first thing first, Shawn Hart, the so called "Thunder from down under", well, I just got one thing to say to that... BULL-YOURS!! Thunder? From down under? Mate, no one cares nor want to know about your diarrheic problems!! If you got a problem go see the doctor. And don't think I am making reference to your country, cause quite simply, I could care less if you came from Mars, I've said it before and I'll say it again, the Wilburman is the Mean Champion of Justice, not because of his good looks...

(Cheers from the ladies - of course)

W: ... but simply because the Wilburman is the equallest equal opportunity arse kicker on this side of the galaxy, I don't care if you are Australian, Russian, American, Martian or a Simpson, when you step into the ring with the Mean One, you simply get your arse kicked!

(The crowd cheers on as Shawn Hart looks right pissed and stomps on Jerry to vent out some anger)

W: Whao whao whao, beating up ol' Jerry won't make you anymore of a wuss than you and Jerry already are! So Shawn, save it for Sunday! NOW!!! (Cheers) Since I am here, I might as well say a little something to the other guys in Sunday's Fatal Four TLC match!

RG: OH MY!!

(The crowd goes nuts at the mention of the match, as chants of T-L-C is echoed inside the arena)

W: I see the fans are loving it... well, let's talk a little about the shy Matt Dragon, Matt, I don't know where you've been at, you answered the Icon's open challenge that started all this and yet you have hardly said a word lately... what's the matter? Stage fright? I know it's not, but damnit, come on!! You said on your debut promo that you want to work your way towards the IC gold, and Matt, here is your chance! You claim you are this good and that talented, well, Sunday night is your chance to prove it... the same goes to you Shawn Hart, you say you are the best and blah blah blah, well prove it... the same goes to you Harbringer, the Icon, sure, you might be a completely obvious rip-off of some wrestlers from other promotions, but if you claim to be that good, if you claim to be that talented, then prove it.

(Some fans are cheering, some are quiet as they don't know how to respond since both are the company's more popular stars)

W: Habringer, you say that you didn't see a talented Golden Boy last Sunday, you say that you didn't see a fierce Dragon, hey Habringer, I didn't exactly see a talented or worthy #1 contender either, in fact, I saw a cheap win, and then you had the nerve mumbled some bunny crap about how you never saw the WWCW IC Champ, dude, I am 6 ft 9, 289 lbs of pure Mean Justice, and I am 100% WWCW IC CHAMP!! How did you miss? You blind? Or were you just looking into the mirror?... I ain't close to your standards? Well you got that right, I am way above the Rock... so people, claim to be anything you want, claim to be the best, claim to be the most talented, claim to be the new IC Champ, claim you will walk out the victor at WWCW Power Struggle, but the fact of the matter is that you will all have to prove your claims and walk the walk. If you are that good, that talented, that deserving, that worthy, then the torch will be passed onto you... all you have to do is prove it, and prove it to me. As for good ol' Wilburman? I have nothing to prove, all the Mean Wilburmaniacs out there know that I am the best of the best out there. I have nothing to prove to Matt Dragon, I have nothing to prove to Shawn Hart, I have nothing to prove to Habringer, I have nothing to prove to no one... but myself!! I AM the WWCW IC Champ!! And I WILL walk out Power Struggle the IC Champ!!

(The fans cheer on as the screams get that bit louder)

W: So come PPV, you guys bring the TABLES!!

Crowd: OH MY!!

W: The CHAIRS!!

Crowd: OH MY!!

W: And the LADDERS!!!

Crowd: OH MY!!! (Cheers)

W: And I will bring the IC belt, but when it's all said and done when you Habringer, when you Matt Dragon, and when you Shawn Hart, when the three of yous find yourself laying on your dead carcass staring at the lights, when you see the Mean Champion of Justice climb that ladder and retrieve the IC belt, you'll know that your arses had just been kicked UP and DOWN the arena ALL NIGHT LONG!! And it sure as hell has turned seven shades of green!!!

(The crowd gives an almighty loud roar as Shawn Hart stands in the middle of the ring with his hands over his ears)

W: Gentlemen... I will ABSOLUTELY!!!

Crowd: POSITIVELY!!

W: GOBSMACKINGLY see you all at the PPV!! Just remember this... Beware of Justice... for Justice is blind... and Justice... will... be...

Crowd: SERVED!!

W: (Smiles) Oh yeah, Habringer, I have copyrights to those, so don't you even think about it! Heh, I'll catch yous all later!

(Bon Jovi's "Something for the Pain" hits the speakers and the DizzyTron fades out. Shawn Hart is mad and picks up the fallen Jerry and nails a Hart Breaker on poor Jerry. He then grabs the Australian flag and once more goes to taunt the fans.)

RG: Welp, let's hope Jerry don't recover in time for the PPV and that way, I can get me a new "normal" partner...

(Scene fades out.)