Keith is kickin' it in his garage, milling around and putting some tools away after completing some odds and ends around the house. The smell of varnish is thick in the air, as Keith's hands sport a light shade of brown here and there. After wiping his hands on a shop towel, Keith grabs his half full (or empty) Pabst before taking a seat and chatting with you fine people at home

'You two ladies should be thankful Gravity was at ringside, because if it wasn't for him you'd get to roll around in big vans and get the good parking spots everywhere you go.'

'I've been wrestling for a little over ten years. Started as a punk that could only swing a chair and climb a ladder, became a fairly well rounded grappler, went toe to toe with the greatest technicals of all time, and now here I am, back to swinging chairs and climbing ladders. Don't assume that it bothers me, though.'

'I have the greatest job in the world. You tell me another occupation where you get to clock in, bust open a dude with a mullet, jump off a ladder, and even curse here and there while thousands of people whoop it up. Mike Rowe should come visit me, because scoopin' poop out of a sewer is candyland compared to my Dirty Job.'

Keith finishes off the PBR before tossing it into a trash can. Taking a look around, Keith spots a green and silver aluminum ladder hanging on the wall of his garage.

'TAH-KAH-DAH. That's sorta fun. Say it with me..'

Keith brings his hands up as directing a symphony.

'TAH-KAH-DAAAAAAAAH. Man, I thought cats like you were a lost relic of early 90's. I dig it though, bro, you've got that whole Billy Ray Cyrus-slash-Misawa thing going on. That's a new thing, it'll catch on big over here. Now, I'm sure you know, and I know, I spent some of Mercury's time off working select dates over in the land of the rising sun, droppin' fools like you on their noggins and eating some sushi. Grand ol' time.'

'You're also aware that yeah, Keith done got a little chubby for awhile, but whatta ya do. I'm back, I'm in shape, and you can ask Messiah and Dean if I was or wasn't in ring shape. I'm sure they'll have an honest answer for you.'

Notice the rolling of the eyes.

'So it's like this, TAH-KAH-DAH. We're gonna dance come Fusion. There's a death match tourney, and I plan on winning it. Now, you're probably sitting at home wonder, 'Why is that?'. No, scratch that. You're probably wondering when the next replay of Karate Kid is on ABC Family. But I'll answer your first question for you.'

'Every match, EVERY match, no matter if it's in front of 10 or 10,000, I fight to the death. Every match is my death match. Turn it up to eleven, and you get yourself a whole lot of Keith Summers, and you get yourself a whole lot of fight. Fight me to the death, I dare you, and see who's walking out in need of a blood donor.'

Familiar muscles tense up around Keith's neck and shoulders, as this thing is about to wrap up

'Clean up your waltzin' shoes, darlin', because Fusion is coming awfully fast and I've got your name on the top of my dance card.'