“Wow Roman, you seem to be on somewhat of a role here aren't you. But you know what? I don't care what you've done so far in your career. I just don't care about you. You can say I'm selfish, self centered, or any other term but that's just the simple fact in this matter. I do not care about you at all. What do I care about? What is it that Mankind wants? I want to get my hands on the Undertaker. Anything else from this moment to that means nothing to me at all.”
Mankind lets out a laugh, the camera jostling around and falling to get just his mouth in the frame now.
“So what does that mean as far as our match this week at Warfare? Well Roman, to be blunt, I just want to go out there and kick your ass. It's not too much to ask is it? Why not use you to send a little message to the Undertaker since I have to step into that ring with you anyway. Now I know you're going to have your typical words for me, the same old jabs that everyone uses and blah, blah, blah. You know what you might try doing just this once? I know that this might actually be asking too much from you or anyone else, but if you could at least try it would really mean the world, not only to me but everyone else out there too. Just try to be original.”
He lets out a sigh, the camera dropping to look at the floor as he drops his hands to his side. Though he is no longer seen he can still be heard.
“Originality, that's what's been lacking around here. Huh... I wonder...”
The camera suddenly just drops to the floor, still recording. Mankind can be heard mumbling to himself as he just walks away, lost in his own thoughts.