'The first inductee should come as no surprise to anyone, as he is not only one of the biggest names this company has ever seen, but he is also the very man that runs this company today!!! Please welcome your first TWC legend, Mr. Balls!!!'




[I sit, idly by and watch as my brother takes the credit for our careers. This is the third time in the last year I've done so. I sit and watch as he inducts himself into the TWC Hall of Fame. If they went through the process of inducting every former World Champion into the hall of fame, I should be in there too. It is a long forgotten fact that I was one of the final TWC World Champions. No one remembers. But I do. I remember very well. It was not my first world championship, but it was one of the most important titles I've ever held. I give my brother a hug as he gets backstage and tell him how proud of him I am. He is a wrestling legend. We're both legends. We've been up and down the road together, sometimes as the same man. Having a twin in this business can be both a blessing and a curse. Some places won't hire you without your other half. Sometimes, we've covered for one another when sick or injured. That's why it has seemed like we've never been hurt or out for any lengths of time. If we left a company, it was because we were quitting...not injured. I've been a world champion everywhere Jake has, if only for one night at a time. Jake's been a champion everywhere I have, if only for one night at a time. We've shared our successes. Most could never understand...but that's just how we've always been.




This Thursday, at ReGenesis, I have Keeper. Heh...Keeper. Naturally, my streetfight championship will be on the line. I can guarantee this right now, I'll be the one wrestling this match. Jake's had a not-so-good week. He wrestled in the Realm of Hades on Sunday night. I doubt he's in any condition to cover for me. Not that I need it anyway.]




"Keeper huh? You have the balls to challenge the level of extreme that comes with the streetfight championship? I saw a man sodomized with a pool cue in the name of this title. Yeah, Keeper, you've been around this business just as long as I have. I know you're going to tell me that. You'll probably tell me that you've been around longer, and that is probably true. Who has been more successful Keeper? Twelve years in this business and I haven't slowed down yet. I've captured more titles, earned more accolades, and ended more careers than I'd care to mention. What have you done Keeper? Sure, you dragged your sorry ass out of obscurity to show up for a TWC show and get inducted into the Hall of Fame. Besides that, what is it that you've done to earn this title match? Nothing."




Hawkeye walks slowly down the sidewalk in front of the HSBC Arena carrying the TWC Streetfight Championship over his left shoulder. He's dressed in an 'affliction-esque' Hawkeye T-shirt and blue jeans. He smiles and pulls his sunglasses up on his head, pushing his hair out of his face from the wind.




"Keeper, your TWC credentials are very impressive. Three time world champion, multiple time everything. It is definitely impressive. But what have you done since then? You probably won a couple tag titles with Asylum in ACW circa 2001 or 2, but that's the last I know of. If you don't remember, Jake and I defeated you and Asylum for those titles. I'm not impressed with your downtime, and I challenge your level of actual interest in the TWC. It's been years Keeper, the fire still burns within me. I know I can't say the same for you."




He rounds the corner of the building where a crowd is amassed and waves to someone with a headset on. The person speaks into the microphone and leaves Hawkeye standing by a curtain.




"This has been a called a grudge match. A street fight for my title. Keeper, I have no grudge and bear no ill will toward you, but I cannot look past what you said about me and my kind. I bring respect to this title that you may never know. When these people see Hawkeye walking with a belt, they know he earned it. When they see me defending a belt, they know it'll take an act of god for me to be defeated. I don't fall often and I don't fall easy. I can tell you this, Keeper, if you continue to disrespect what I stand for, we will have beef. We'll have a real grudge match."




Hawkeye stands at the ready, now out of view of the crowd, who faces a stage that has been set up outside the arena. Hawkeye can't make out whom, but someone, presumably a TWC star is speaking on the stage.




"Keeper, you haven't wrestled a good match since probably 2001, and I'm going to exploit that face. You're not facing off against some new-school fake TWC kid. I'm old school hardcore Keeper. I was hardcore and I've never stopped being hardcore. As I come closer to the end of my career, I know that it'll never change. I know that I'll always have a reputation for being one of the insane Loughton brothers. The scaffold match fighting, chair swinging, bump taking, toughest sonsabitches you've ever met! Make no bones about it, Keeper, just because you haven't wrestled a decent match in almost a decade, I'm not going to hold that against you or discount you. I have no doubt in my mind that you've been training. But, how do you train for a streetfight? I remember how Jake did it once. It was a light-tube log cabin match. You know how he did it? He built some and stood out in the garage tossing himself back-first onto them to prepare for the pain. Are you crazy enough Keeper?




Do you have it in you to go to the limit with Hawkeye? Do you have enough gas left in the tank Keeper? You old bastard! You don't have the juice I've got, Keeper. You're not in as good a physical condition as Mark Loughton! You're not Hawkeye. I'm the Messiah of professional wrestling, Keeper, what are you? The Hardcore Icon? What are you? Just some old bastard that wants one last shot at glory huh? One more match right? Guess what Keeper, you're not Randy the Ram, and this isn't a goddamned movie. I'm Hawkeye bitch! I will demolish you in this streetfight and prove to the world that I am every bit the goddamned legend I claim to be. Keeper, until tomorrow night, I bid you adieu."




Hawkeye gets the motion from the stage-hand, and he runs out on the stage with the streetfight championship to speak in the press conference.