Keith: You, Geoffrey Slate.

Keith attempts to find the words, but to no avail. He looks...dumbfounded?

Keith: Where you get off saying that 'You want to be me.' befuddles me. It's simply amazing you have the balls to say that I, Keith Summers, the best god damn thing going in Mercury at this moment, wants to be...you, Geoffrey Slate, a man who was given a gift, a gift he neglects! God damn you, Slate, you're a proffesional wrestler, and you're one of the few good enough to be wrestling for Mercury. Wake up and realize you are gifted at HURTING people! Don't push it away and say 'Oh, Slate hurt people bad.' EMBRACE IT! IT'S A GOOD THING!

Keith: I'm not Pariah, I'm Keith Summers! I'm a wrestler, I'm a former Worlds Champion, a former holder of that belt that YOU walk around with. You are walking around with MY belt Slate! And don't you ever question me deserving that title. Nobody has given more and taken less in this god dammed business than ME, ok PAL? Your time shall come, Slate, but just...not right now. Trust me, you overblown tool, your time is going to come sooner than you think.

Keith downs the bottom of his styrafoam cup, draining the contents before kicking back in his chair.

Keith: And Robert Young...my GOD MAN, do you realize who you're stepping into that wrestling ring with? Brimstone and Keith Summers, two of the most ruthless sonsabitches you'll ever find. You don't care, Young, but I'll be dammed if I'm not going to make you care at Fusion. I will beat you from pillar to post until you care, or else my name isn't Keith Summers.

Keith: It's quite simple, Robbie, it really is. You either wake up and smell the coffee...

Keith looks over at his empty cup, and suddenly breaks off.

Keith: By the way, this Super 8 really sucks. No HBO, no pool, and piss poor coffee, but that's mainly the Mobile water.

He brushes the cup off the table, giving a big sigh before looking back up at the camera.

Keith: You lost to Subdued. Boo-hoo. He's a great competitor, and already a warrior in the Mercury ranks. And unlike you, it didn't take him 50 years to catch on.

Patting his heart, Keith grimaces a bit.

Keith: OUCH, that was low! But you know what? It was deserved. You aren't jack sh*t, Young, and Brimstone and I are going to do nothing more than prove that at Fusion. I hope you and your 'mate' Gol are ready to see how an ass kicking is properly done. Lord knows Oblivion wasn't able to do it right.

Having said his peace, Keith stands up and storms off as we cut to black.