Keith: You....

He can't even speak. That's how hot the heat is tonight.

Keith: I said YOU...

Oooh, it's even LOUDER this time around.

Keith: How about you bead throwing cajun's shut the hell up and let a REAL MAN TALK?

Oh, like they're really going to let him talk now. Keith yells at some front row fans as the noise dies down.

Keith: Now, as I was saying, you people can only blame yourself. It's because of people like you...

Keith points to a male in the front row holding up an 'EEI BLOWS' sign.

Keith: Buddy, why even bother bringing a sign to a house show? What, are you expecting to make it on TV? Typical dumbass. Typical dumbass, just like Beaumont, that did what you did to me. Ever since Fusion, people have been asking me 'Why, Keith, why?'. Well look at your own damn self's in the mirror before sticking your ugly mug in my face.

Keith walks circles in the middle of the ring, a sharp rage building in his voice.

Keith: You..people, YOU left me! You turned and walked away from me after I lost my title at Suicide. You never said 'Give Keith a rematch,give him another shot'. NO, you went to the new champ, Geoffrey Slate. And please, don't even tell me that Gol was a champ before Slate, because that run almost counts as much as Tommy Rich's four days on the top. If you don't know what that means, go pick up a PWI Almanac, because I'm not gonna waste any more breath than I have to on you people.

Booooo! Doesn't he realize that these people MADE him? Yeah, sure.

Keith: It's sickening, it really is. There I was, Pariah, wearing the white cowboy hat, standing up for all that is 'right and moral' in a business where morales don't mean S**T! There I was, chasing the proverbial carrot, only to have Beaumont yank it away, and make ME look like the fool! God dammit, Keith Summers is NOBODIES FOOL! Especially not some piece of trash like Dave Beaumont's.

Oooh, the heat gets turned up a notch. These people like the boss.

Keith: Oh, sure, cheer the pile of crap like he means something, when the fact of the matter is that he's a two faced son of a bitch! But hey, I could stand out here and rip on Beaumont and you pathetic ingrates all day, but I've got a more important task at hand at Fusion.

Keith: Gol and Robert Young, the two dunders from down under. I'm expecting....'these' people to cheer you at Fusion. Why? Don't ask me, because up until this last week, you were the ones telling everyone how 'bad' Mercury was, and how you two were going to clean it up with the Oblivion.

Keith smirks and chuckles before leaning on the top rope.

Keith: Hey, between me and all of you, the Oblivion accomplished about as much as a Used promo...aka jack and squat. But, hey, EEI eliminated Oblivion, so their crusade is over. Let's cheer Gol and Robert Young again! Simple as that, right?

Keith smiles before screaming into the mic, his voice cracking at various points, his veins bulging in his neck.

Keith: WRONG! Are you people just going to go and forget all the bull that those two bastards but Mercury through? Are you going to forget that they were friends with Sickness, and did her dirty work for her? The SAME Sickness who made the tag match at Resurrection, essentially breaking Dirge's arm? You people are SICKENING! Here I am, PISSED over the fact that people turned their backs on me, PISSED over the fact that NOBODY has shown any gratitude for standing up to Oblivion and kicking it down, yet I'm the bad guy in this entire situation? I say horse sh*t! Pure horse sh*t!

Ooooh, questioning the fans. Like they matter, anyways.

Keith: OH SHUT UP! Like your opinions mean JACK to me anymore! You people have NO intelligence, no compassion, and NO heart! And that's why I'm going to be THRILLED to shove Gol and Robert Young into all of your laps at Fusion. EEI will walk all over those former Oblivion losers like we did every other time, and what are you morons going to do about it? BOO ME?

With the arena at a fever pitch, Keith spikes the mic and walks to the back, 'Anger Rising' blaring as we fade out...