He had to get back in shape, end of story. He knew it. His body knew it. Since he got the fax that the doors were closing, Keith kind of got lazy with his workout routine. Wrestling was still life, and life was still wrestling, but Keith took a step back and has been enjoying the fruits of his labor within the past couple years. Call it wrong, call it right, call it lazy, but after nearly 10 years taking bumps and being busted open, four to five of which were spent in a Mercury ring where only the strong survive, drinking White Russians and having BBQs at his ranch seemed like a good idea.

Things change, though, and change for the better. Keith has rested long enough, and now is the time to...well, let Keith tell you. He's wrapping up some good lap swimming at the campus of New Mexico State University, where he's pretty chummy with the athletic director.

'You can knock the beer gut all you want, Mr. Hall, I call it the one thing I have that's bought and paid for.'

Keith winks at the camera as he slicks his damp red hair behind his ear exits the pool, using the ledge to pull himself out. Decked out in a nice little blue speedo, you get a pretty good look at Keith's frame.

'I'll be the first to tell you that compared to my body in 2004, I'm not nearly as cut. Anymore, though, I could care less about a six pack and rippling pecs. All I care about is my hamstring, and that bitch is smokin'.'

'I'm beginning to get my 'Mercury' wind back, which is crucial. I'd been taking Japan bookings every other month for the past year and a half, and no offense to some of the guys there, but...they just don't stack up to our finest. I don't need to be the strongest, or the fastest, I just need to be...well, Keith Summers.'

'Messiah and Dean Wallace. I'd be lying to you if I said I remember a whole lot about Messiah, I've been dumped on my head a whole lot. I know you've been through hell, and that's about it. In the ring, well...we're going to find out. That makes me excited.'

We follow Keith as he takes a seat in the locker room, throwing the towel around his neck and slipping on a pair of flip flops. Cracking a smile, Keith looks right into the camera and gives a nice little wave to his other opponent.

'Dean Wallace. Not so foreign to me. I really am truly glad to see you made it to the big time, Dean. You got it out of your system. Now, now you can devote yourself to becoming what myself and many others know you can become, one of the best of all time...well, maybe.'

'Dean, your talent is not the question. It's your ego. Maybe getting your MLB kick done, you might have checked it at the door this time around. We'll see. But in case you haven't, I'll be waiting to check it for you. I might be a prick, but anymore I'm an honest prick.'

Keith stands up and wraps a towel around his waist, walking towards the showers. The cameras follow.

Well, for a second.

'What the hell...no, you're gonna wait.'

A palm covers the lens of the camera, and your screen shakes for a second until it comes back to Keith in a pair of gym shorts and an old 'Get KRAZY' t-shirt on a basketball court. Keith has laps to run.

'You guys are friggin' ridiculous, last time you practically broke into my house and wanted me to cook you breakfast. You cats need some manors.'

The freshly lectured cameraman shakes his head up and down.

'Messiah and Wallace. It's gonna be a hoot. Keith returns home, to the Mercury ranks. I get to wrestle again, and wrestle for the best fans in the world. Titles, wins, losses....doesn't really consume me anymore. I've been given the chance to basically go back to the greatest years of my life, and I'm going to have a blast doing it. I'll see you girls at Fusion, where we'll tango. You better bring your dancing shoes, babe.'

Moving the lens of the camera off of him, Keith begins to stretch for his eventual sprints. Working out, watching tapes, and cutting promos.

Life is good.

And we fade to bl--

'Hey, wait a second.'

Huh?

'Yeah, DWC, Danny Billy Clark. I know less about you than I do about my opponents. Just...show up. We'll have some fun.'