Voice of director: Keeper begin in 3…2…1

The thumping continues unabated for a number of seconds

Director: Keeper?

Again nothing through the black but that damn hollowing thump, thump, thump. Like the dead mans heart from Edgar Allen Poes Tell Tale Heart. The shuffling begins once again as the camera is switched into night vision mode. Keeper is revealed in the nauseating green glow of the night vision lens sitting against the wall of a barren room with his knees up to his chin and his arms wrapped around them pulling them in tight. The thud is revealed to be him bring his head forward and smacking it back into the plastered wall. He does not seem to recognise the pain which it brings to him. Again and again he does this until the director speaks up again. This time with a noticeable tremor in his voice

Director: Keeper? Do you want us to come back later?

He stops slamming his head back against the wall and sits motionless for a second before shaking his head. His features remain frozen until finally breaking the silence with his deep booming voice

Keeper: I’m dying

The director gasps

Keeper: Figuratively I mean

Keeper once again descends into silence before removing his hands from around his legs and stretching them out across the concrete floor

Keeper: When Mr. Balls and James Raven got in touch with me about the Hall of Fame induction I thought my career had finally reached its apex. I had done everything I had set out to do that first time I stepped into the TWC ring. I was the first grandslam champion, I had been one of the most feared wrestlers in TWC history and had made some good, good friends along the way. The second I put that phone down I knew I wanted to come back to the business but it wouldn’t be about titles or scaring people. It would be about enjoying myself. Being able to come out and hear the fans scream my name over and over again. It would be about them buying my t-shirts. It would be about them asking for my autograph instead of spitting on. I went against the boss to get them on my side and just ended up scaring him out of the company, I attacked Alyssa Ferro yet she ran right after James Raven. I reformed the Flatline Crew to give the fans a reason to love me. I could not possibly do anymore. The moment I began to die was the morning after Homecoming. The previous night I lost the Streetfight title to CPZ and I was booed out of that building by the fans I had done so much for. I had sweated blood for them but now they jeer me and throw things at me so I climbed aboard the private yet Mr. Balls had hired me and headed home. My usual repertoire would have been to step through the front door, climb in the shower, throw the Streetfight title over my nightstand and collapse in bed. The next morning I woke to find nothing on my nightstand and I began to die. The fans had turned on me, they had lost me the Streetfight title

Keeper sighs

Keeper: I had just wanted to be like the Ladies Man Bigg Rigg but Bigg Rigg wasn’t even the Ladies Man anymore. He had realised this business is cut throat and it is everyman for yourself. It isn’t about pleasing the fans like he had done once upon a time and trust me he had been the best at it. It was about looking after yourself and your family. No more will I care about how loud the cheer when I step through that curtain, no longer will I stop in the street to sign a free autograph for a 9 year old kid, no longer will you find me sitting in a dingey comic book shop for hours at a time signing t-shirts for pimply faced addolescants whilst discussing how Spider-man is better than Superman. From now on it is about my, myself and I. I will win for the pay check and the glory by any means necessary. I will no longer by YOUR Hardcore Icon, I will once again be THE Hardcore Icon.

Keeper drops into silence once again

Keeper: New guys step into this business everyday thinking they can be the new Ladies Man or Sedric Leech. Thinking they can make that crowed explode at the sound of their name and once in awhile a guy will come along who does that and I thought it was my turn but my supporters were just as fickle as the rest. So I warning to new guys in the business. Look after your own interest first and stay out of my way

A deep gutteral grown rises from deep within Keeper throat and escapes in a roar which booms around the small, dark, empty room. The camera shakes violently

Keeper: Why do I do these things to myself? At the highlight of my career I was evil, I was feared. Why did I try to change? Deep in my soul I was always that person but I tried to cater for others. I believe the phrase goes a leopard doesn’t change his spots. My past is well documented, I accidently killed my abusive father when I was 16, I saw my brother die at the hands of a drink driver, I spent time in an institution, I saw my best friend locked away in that self same place, my girlfriend ran away with our child Tyler who I haven’t seen since. You try to be a well rounded individual after going through that, so come Terror you can all curse me, spit on me and write crap about me on your blogs but the true Keeper is back in TWC and you should all be afraid. Bring on the barbed wire matches, the rooftop brawls and the falls count anywhere matches but you want to get down on your hands on knees, hold your hands together and pray to your god that you won’t be on the opposite side of the ring to me because then even HE wouldn’t be able to help you and you will be hurt, maimed or worse

He runs his hand over his bald head wiping the sweat away

Keeper: The first to face old school Keeper shall be CPZ and Reggie Love. CPZ I greatly underestimated you and I apologise for that but you cannot walk into this match with the same game plan as your stepped into it last week at Homecoming. I promise you this will be like facing Mr Hyde after beating Dr Jekyll. Watch old TWC videos of me and take yourself back to the gym or you will be hurt. Bring you’re ‘a’ game, use weapons and cheat because I promise you I will be. Now onto Reggie. You are a TWC original so you know what is coming. You saw me fight alongside your brother and hurt people for the sake of it, you saw me lick the blood off of my opponents head before delivering a tombstone onto barbed wire. Hawkeye and I have both dated you and in the previous weeks have playfully messed with you but as of now its just business. No more turning up at your promo taping, no more joke phone calls or pizzas delivered at 3 in the morning. The worst you will get is that aforementioned Tombstone. I loved you once upon a time and like to think you felt the same but once upon a time is as it sounds and even though you had Hawkeyes daughter trust me when I say I know him well enough to say if at the end of the night you don’t lie bleeding and pleading at my feet then it will be at his

The scene crackles out to static

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TWC Hall of Famer

TWC Grandslam Champion

3x TWC Heavyweight Champion

2x TWC Intercontinental Champion

1x TWC Hardcore Champion

TWC Streetfight Champion

6x TWC Tag Team Champion