Pariah: So it was broke in six places? My god, I didn't know an arm had that many places....yeah....hey, don't sweat it, we'll have this week under control. You take care of that damn arm until next time, alright Dirge?...yeah, you too, buh-bye.

Keith pushes a few buttons before placing the phone on his marble topped desk, and standing up. Walking around his office, Keith watches the flat screen TV on the wall, playing his match from Resurrection. He turns back around to the camera, the match playing as his backdrop.

Pariah: What a great, great moment. Me, taking that cold, hard, steel chair, and connecting with her skull. I'd be a liar if I said that didn't feel great. Closure. Ending. Absolute. Another milestone in the career of Keith Summers.

Pariah: I'm not really sure on the Oblivion at this point in time. I don't know if Gol and Young are going to continue being 'members of the illustrious stable' known as Oblivion. Face it boys, it was ok while it lasted, but now the ball is in your court, and you've got some decisions to make. And if you make the *wrong* decision, EEI always needs some good whipping boys, which is all you two are proving to be anymore.

Pariah turns around to shut the TV off, but a quiet knock is heard at his door. Keith turns off the TV, and opens the door, revealing the two blonde twins Keith was serving in Brimstone's latest promo. Keith invites the ladies in, one on each arm as the camera man begins leaving.

Pariah: I've got the week off, but I still plan on being at Fusion. And this week, I'm working for two, Dirge and myself. But now...right now, I think I could go for a sandwich, so I'll see you later.

The cameraman walks out the door as Keith closes it with his leg, a shit eating grin spread across his face.

Damn, life was good.