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Going back to the way things were...

(As some of you may or may not know, the Wilburman that WWCW knew of, used to and loved by, is bald. Over the course of his retirement from the ring, Wilburman let the hair grew back in.

The Wilburman that we see before us, reflected by a large mirror, has a rather trendy hair-do. Not your typical long hair locks, but a boyish, young energetic, boy-band, teen-heartthrob hair-do in a sexy shade of brown. God only knows how much fun the WWCW Hall of Famer had with his wife... but I sure ain't gonna tell yous... From the reflections off the mirror, we see a lady walking by and placing a black blanket over Wilburman's body. As the lady clips the piece of clothe around his neck, Wilburman closes his eyes.)

Hairdresser: And what will it be Mr Justice?

(Wilburman pauses at first before taking a deep breathe)

W: The usual.

(The hairdresser picks up a pair of clippers from in front of the mirror, and the next thing you know, locks of brown hair drops to the floor. The view then zooms into the face of Wilburman, deep into his closed eyes, we can see that he is in one of those deep thoughts again...)

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(Blackness. Complete and total darkness... Well, maybe not.

We fade in from the darkness to inside an empty arena. A house show must have took place here earlier, you know, the ones that Dark Venom loves to get cheap pops from? Yeah that's them... Two spotlights are dimly lit, one points dead in the middle of the ring; the other points on the entrance ramp... and... the shadowy figure of one Wilburman. It's been some time since Wilburman has been in a WWCW event. It's been some time since he has heard the cheers and boos of the fans. As he stands on the entranceway looking down onto the empty ring, he widens his view and turns his head from left to right, looking at the empty seats, trying to remember what it was like to have the fans there, trying to remember the cheers... trying to remember the boos.... And what makes a crowd boo?

On A Rope: Red Dragon's music.

They used to love Red. But now, although some still cheers, this is the one music that can bring boos in an instant to any WWCW event... But what makes a crowd really boo? I mean, REALLY REALLY boo? Make you feel like some bastard of a midget has slept with your wife and you wanna do something about it but can't cause the midget's called Joey? What on Earth could make you hate someone this bad?

Hi-Ho-Hi-Ho: Joey Midget's music.

Oh yeah, you play either of these music in any WWCW event you are bound to hear loud boos. However, just like wrestling, there's always a counter to everything, and there are three words that can easily turn the jeers around. Three words which when heard in any arena, any place, any fed, anywhere, would bring screaming cheers from the crowd. Three simple words.)

"You all ready?"

(As Wilburman whispers the words to himself, he lifts his head up a little allowing the dim spotlight to cast an intimidating shadow on his face. Inside his mind, the guitar intro of Blaze of Glory is playing. If the arena were full, you know the capacity crowd would be going ballistic by now. And just when you think that the cheering can't get any louder, there are five words that changes this, and you know it... but if you didn't, let me tell you that it follows the guitar intro. Five simple words, shouted out with authority by the Mean Champion of Justice.)

"I SAID!! YOU ARE READY?!!!"

(The cold and chilliness within the empty arena is told by the cold breath coming out of Wilburman's mouth. With the words still echoing throughout, one can only imagine how the raging cheers would get just that little bit louder as they scream against Bon Jovi's Something for the Pain.

Clad in a Wilburman leather jacket, T-shirt and black jeans, his body, as if by nature, begins to slowly strut down the empty arena and into the ring. He climbs into the ring slowly before pacing himself around the spotlight. Finally, he runs into the ropes and bounces off rigorously and repeatedly for a good couple of times. Several bounces later, he slows down and eventually stops in the middle of the spotlight.

His actions subconsciously tells us another story. A story on Wilburman's time in WWCW.

From unknown rookie who fought a double DQ with Brad Brittainnia in his debut WWCW match; to a rookie WWCW Euro champ; to making a mark in wrestling in other federations; to become WWCW's Eurocontinental Champ; to establishing the name Wilburman and leaving a legacy in WWCW, a legacy that the fans still talk of... "He's the only one that brings class to porn in RPs"... to all your disappointments, there's not going to be anything remotely close to porn here today, so you might as well go read Playboy...)

"Will? Is that you?"

(The concentration is broken as Wilburman looks up from the middle of the ring.)

"Yeah."

(A skinny figure can be seen on the entrance ramp spotlight. It's Robert Goldbridge.)

RG: I thought I heard someone... how are ya Will?

W: It's good to bounce off the WWCW ring ropes again.

RG: I take it you heard about the news? And the Epilogue line up?

W: Aye...

RG: It's gonna be a helluva night... me and Jerry were even thinking of breaking character and act normal...

(They both look at each other blankly before Goldbridge breaks the silence)

RG: Naaah...

W: Heh, didn't think so...

RG: Say, you wanna cut a little something?

(There was a long pause before Wilburman answered.)

W: Sure, go get the crew, I'll wait ya here.

(Robert disappears off in search of a camera crew. Wilburman goes and bounces off the ropes a couple more times. Each bounce off the ropes, he thinks back to the matches he's had in the WWCW...)

Wilburman without prompt suddenly hits the Justice (Reverse DDT into rings of saturn!) BB taps out!!

Here is your winner, and our first ever European champion... WILBURMAN!!

(Runs and bounces off the ropes)

Wilburman with a sleeper on C4!!

(Runs and bounces off the ropes)

Wilburman clotheslines Brad to the outside!! BON JOVI!! Jon Bon Jovi just super kicked Brad!!

(Runs and bounces off the ropes)

Wilburman is up!! He spins the Icon around--- belly-to-belly suplex!!

(Runs and bounces off the ropes)

OH SHIT!! BULLDOG OFF THE LADDER BY WILBURMAN ONTO MATT!!

(Off the ropes)

Wilburman now, climbing very slowly, look at the tacs on his back!!

(Yes yes I know, cheap plug for the one of the coolest matches Wilburman has ever been in... Off the ropes)

As Urchin stumbles about, Wilburman locks him in a Rock Bottom and slams him onto the cans.

(Off the ropes)

Habringer now hooks Wilburman for a snap suplex... WAIT!! OUT OF NOWHERE!! Wilburman locks on the Justice!!!

(Runs and bounces off the ropes)

Wilburman jumps into the ring, Joey turns and swings with the belt. Wilburman snatches it from him and pushes his hand against the top of Joey's head, still holding the mic in the other hand.)

Wilburman: Nice to see you little guy, I've missed you as well (rubbing his hand against Joeys hair) awwww, isn't he cute?

(Runs faster)

Joey covers and Wilburman counts... 1... 2... Icon barely kicks out. Joey rains in some punches but it is broken up by Wilburman. Joey punches Wilburman around the face, Wilburman looks down at him and then to the crowd. Joey tries to punch him again but Wilburman blocks it, grabs the arm and drops Joey with a DDT before locking in THE JUSTICE!!!

(Wilburman smiles as he continues to run into the ropes)

Wilburman then picks up BDM and throws him into the ropes and nail a back elbow sending BDM to the canvas once more. BDM gets to his feet only for Wilburman to nail him with a bulldog off the ropes.

(Off the ropes)

The Dude then gets down to the mat and makes the count... 1-2-NO!!! Wilburman gets up from the pin!! He shakes his head and looks on to Brad and the Dude... he smiles and then goes to the top turnbuckle to a monstrous pop. and he comes down with the Big Elbow!! At this time, JT Blackout grabs the mic off Billy Shepherd as the Dude, in his ref shirt, goes to make the count. 1-2-3!!! The crowd goes nuts as JT Blackout makes the announcement.

(Runs and bounces off the ropes)

JTB: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! WINNER OF THIS BOUT!! YOUR MEAN CHAMPION OF JUSTICE!! WILBURMAN!!!

(After a few more shots, he slows down and leans onto the top rope. He pauses briefly and catches his breathe, before flipping himself over and casually landing onto the arena floor.)

"Still got it."

(He stands for a bit before slamming his hand on the ring apron hard...)

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

(Shouting at the top of his voice, as if relieving some much built up tension and anger.)

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

(The echo alone is shaking the foundations)

"AAAAAAAAAAA-AA-AA-AA-AAHHAHhahahahaaa..."

(Well... not quite... He leaps over the guardrail and parks himself in the front row seating, as if right on cue, Rob returns with the camera crew.)

RG: You alright Will?

W: Never been better.

(The camera's set, the lightings turned up a little, but still relatively dark as we could only see shadows of Wilburman's facial features. The Mean Champion of Justice stares blankly into the camera at first, before finally breaking the silence)

W: Hi WWCW... did ya miss me?

(Wilburman smiles and positions his head back a little from the camera to allow more light on his face)

W: It's been a while since I've faced a camera, nevermind stepping into the squared circle, so you guys will have to excuse the camera shy pretty face...

(Silence...)

W: Yeah ok, so you all know me better than that... so onto business... Now, I'm sure you don't need me to tell you about the current state of WWCW, but there is a little something I do want to say... there are some people amongst us that sees WWCW Epilogue as the end of WWCW, dubbing it the end of an era in wrestling... well, everybody is entitled to their own views and opinions, and to those who feel this way, here's my 2 cents for ya...

(Wilburman lifts his hand up and the middle finger rises as the view is momentarily blurred out until Wilburman drops the hand)

W: To me, that's the views of doubters, views of losers. This ain't the end of WWCW, not by a long shot, to me, and to all the true WWCW fans, this is just a honeymoon period, we're just gonna go off to have an indefinate vacation filled with nothing but good sex and some rockin o roll... WWCW WILL rise again, and by god, when we do return, you can bet your arse it's gonna last way longer than AH--Triple--AH--H--AH--Promo--AAHH!!

(If the arena were at full capacity and you were there with the crowd, you know you would be cheering and yelling right now, cause that was just THAT!! DAMN!! GOOD!!)

W: Now, onto November 4th... WWCW Epilogue... you know, looking at the line up, it's a pretty impressive one, I mean, you look up the program, and you see the names and the matches there... you got guys like Dark Venom and the Boss, and Jonny Catchphrase and Todd, people of this calibre and they are not even in the main event... and then you look up to the very top of the bill and sees the main event of what is gonna be one of THE PPVs of the decade... a match dubbed "Ultimate Champions"... you look at the participants, and you see the current WWCW World Heavyweight Champion, good o Red, and you got the former Champ in the form of that cute lovable butt ugly midget... and then... you got a former European and Intercontinental Champ? I know, I can hear you all say it already... "What's up with that?"

(Grinning out a smile, Wilburman refocuses on the camera view after a short pause)

W: I can hear some people say it already, Wilburman don't belong in this match, he's a retired has been, he never made it to the top, what about guys who did?... you all know what I got to say to that don't ya?

(If it weren't an empty arena, you'd hear the imfamous Wilburman phrase echoing throughout the place)

W: That's right, Bull-yours. I ain't no has been, I just retired early cause I'm not some glory hound hell bent on winning championship gold and ruling the world. In all my time in WWCW, never have I asked for any form of title match, I'm not here for gold, it's not what I am about. And it's why people all over respect me for who I am. I don't need any gold around my waist to tell the world how good I am, everyone and anyone who's seen me in the ring knows how good I am. Sure, I ain't no Superman, and I sometimes get beat, but although those times are few and rare, I do get back up. Now, earlier today, I saw Red in his old town showing us his roots. Now, I have no clue whether the fans still like him or not, but all showmanship aside, respect to the Grand High Lizard...

I saw Red in his debut match, sure, he got his neck snapped, but he showed character and he came back, and he's a quick learner, look at him, he's the World Champ for fricks sake... to that, I respect you Red... and as for your call of giving the fans a match to remember for the rest of their lives and their children's lives... what are you reading my mind? Heh... but Red, there's just one thing I don't agree with ya... you say you're gonna kick my arse from here to Haverfordwest? You and what army Red? Who the hell you been screwing?!!

(Wilburman lets out a light smile, obviously trying not to laugh... like that time when Mick Foley used Rock's catchphrases in front of him and how Rock could hardly keep a straight face... damn that was funny...)

W: Heh, Red, I ain't a lemon, so don't think for one moment you can trample over me, I am not just a 6 ft 9 289lbs pretty face... but on the contrary, I must say I am very flattered for your kind words of me being a so called "legend"... but erm... a Superhero? Red, I ain't no hero man, but I sure am gonna kick your arse...

(Wilburman chuckles a little before concentrating back to the camera's view)

W: Now, onto that damn midget... how the hell you been you little pimple? God I missed you... I mean, it's not everyday you hear some 4 ft midget trying to bite someone's bollocks in the name of wrestling spewing out crap after crap of verbal abuse... I mean, that takes talent you know... and Joey, I do believe we still got a small score to settle too... remember Shadow Games? Or that eposiode of Sunday Night Destruction where I kicked you in the head when you tried to hit me from the top of the DizzyTron? Oh yes... those were the days... I am always partial to giving kickings to people who tried to take me out...

(Being his calm and collect usual self, Wilburman smiles and leans back a little into the shadows)

W: November 4th is gonna be a fine night... a night to prove the doubters wrong, a night to show the world what WWCW is all about, a night for me to show the world that I can, and I am main event shitbuzz in WWCW, and a night to show the world just why people all over call me the Mean Champion of Justice...

(Wilburman cocks his head a little at the camera)

W: Here's a little epilogue for ya guys... Beware of the Justice, for Justice is blind, and Justice... will ABSOLUTELY!!!!

(The echos can be heard throughout the arena.)

W: (calmer tone) Positively... Gobsmackingly... be... served...

(The view cuts to Wilburman's shadowed eyes... into the shadow... into the darkness...)

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(As we fade away from the darkness, we're blinded momentarily by a sharp ray of light. We regain the view to see the ends of the ray as it reflects off the mirror shining off Wilburman's bald head. The hairdresser brushes the hair off his neck and the clothe.)

Hairdresser: How's this Mr Justice? Just like the way you were...

(Wilburman opens his eyes. A smile comes across his face and the scene fades out)