Blake speaks to us outside the door to his doctor's office, where the stitching took place.

(Blake) I expected better. I know the teams are designed to create strife, and I know that there’s a lot of turmoil with Mercury starting over, but… still. It wasn’t always like this.

(Blake) Mister Akujin doesn’t have anything to say. It’s so unlike him. Sir, I don’t know if you’re upset that we aren’t training together anymore, but please don’t be. And please don’t be upset when we wrestle, I’ll try to keep myself restrained.

(Blake) Mister Wallace, it hurts that you’re so dismissive of me. Don’t you remember what happened the last time we wrestled? When I locked in the Cradle of Filth and I pulled and I…

His face shows excitement from the memory of the amount of pain he put Dean in.

(Blake) I pulled and pulled until you passed out. And then I won the world title. I’m not insane, mister Wallace, I just have different tastes. You wrestle for the competitive spirit, I wrestle for enjoyment. There’s nothing wrong with either of those things. But if you insist on underestimating me again, I don’t mind re-introducing you to the dark of unconsciousness.

”I don’t mind” would, of course, be an understatement. He’s practically drooling at the prospect.

(Blake) Still I expect a certain amount of egotism from mister Wallace. And I expect bad feelings from Roderick Toombs and mister Slate… that’s the point of the match. But you, Harbinger, I’m really disappointed in you.

There’s a mix of actual disappointment and feigned disappointment in his voice, almost like a schoolteacher or a parent. Blake scratches the top of his head, then tilts his head to the left and looks back into the camera.

(Blake) You’re supposed to be this great analyst, and you call things like they are, and you know who’s better than who. Yet you SAID…

Blake closes his eyes. Can’t let emotion get in the way, now is no time for ego. Swallow that pride.

(Blake) You said…

He sighs and re-opens his eyes.

(Blake) You said I don’t know how to beat you again. How can you say that? I made you submit to your own hold! I trapped you in the Corpsegrinder! I was at most five seconds away from having YOUR belt and…

Swallow it, Blake.

(Blake) …and being Mercury champion again. I thought you were all about respecting people based on how good they are in the ring, but that’s not true. If it was you’d at least respect me as a peer after I dominated you at the end of a sixty minute match! You’d respect the fact that between the two of us, I’m the last one to get a fall on the other.

A single chuckle. Blake straightens up and waggles his right pointer-finger at the camera.

(Blake) You don’t know what you’ve done. See, this match is supposed to be about chaos. It’s supposed to be about a lack of strategy and focus. You’ve given me one. I’ll prove myself in front of the whole world, and I’ll take you down just a little before your meaningful matches on the next few shows. And I’ll get momentum for myself as I head towards the deathmatch title.

(Blake) Oh, and don’t worry, mister Slate. I don’t need your concern anymore.

A gentle smile. Awww, see, Blake has forgiven Geoffrey Slate. Isn't that sweet?