The scene opens up somewhere backstage, the room is dimly lit but it's clear to see that there are tables and chairs all over the place which provides the assumption that this would be some kind of storage room. Sitting on a table, his feet on two folding chairs is Mankind. It seems he has finally found something to use as a tripod rather than holding the small camcorder but the feed crackles from time to time thanks to the mistreatment the device has gone through recently.
“Twenty-two is such a fascinating number isn't it? If you really think about it, there are many things associated with it. It's an even composite number. It's the atomic number of titanium. There are twenty-two letters in the Hebrew alphabet. There are twenty-two cards in a Tarot deck. It's the number of players on the field in a soccer match. Several North American sports teams have retired the jersey number. It's prominent in music, books, and measurements, but after tonight there is only going to be one thing that people are going to remember about the number twenty-two. That was when Mankind entered the Royal Rumble and went on to win it.”
He smirks, looking down at his feet on the chairs, rocking back and forth slightly.
“I would say that some of you may have noticed that I have become a bit... unhinged lately. Well, more so than usual anyway. But I can't say that because each and every one of you hasn't even bothered to notice a damn thing that isn't about YOU! Oh yes, you all walk around this place talking about what is best for EBWF and it all boils down to your own self centered, chest puffing, peacock parading CRAP! I have been taking out the trash recently. I have been burning up the roster and not a single one of you pretends to even care. Why?”
He chuckles, shaking his head wildly.
“Because you think I'm old. You think I'm washed up. It's the same thing each and every one of you have said when you learned you'd be facing me out there in that ring. But what did I do? I let you spew your ignorant views and then I met you out there, looked you all straight in the eye and I KICKED you ASS! Oh I know, I had a little falter along the way, but that's not going to stop me. You all think that you have something to prove, you all act like you're hungry for the chance to go out there and make your mark, but none of you have the BALLS to see the truth.”
Shouting out, Mankind kicks the chairs away, sending them flying across the room. The camera sways a bit and a static snow runs across the screen a moment. Mankind is on his feet, shoving his thumb into his chest.
“I AM THE FUTURE OF THIS COMPANY! I AM the man who is going to leave the Royal Rumble as the new number one contender. There is nothing... NOTHING that I wont do in order to throw each and every one of you that happens to get in my way RIGHT over that top rope. I will smile and I will LAUGH at all of you when this... thing... this... MONSTER! When I prove to you all what none of you can see coming.”
Turning, he flips the table over that he had been sitting on, grabbing a folded chair and throwing it behind him. It clatters into a group of others and they all fall to the floor. The camera teeters and then falls, snow taking over the screen but the sounds of Mankind still ripping apart the room continues.