The camera's begin rolling in what could only be described as a 'colorful' room. In every which way you look, some sort of poster - whether that be of an event or a PWR Superstar, is plastered across a wall. The majority of the posters resemble the fact that Starrcade is just a few short week's away. On the Starrcade poster, of course, is Randy Orton - the prime figure of PWR's second pay per view, if you will. It's definitely eyecandy and brings out the best in Randy Orton's physical presence - but that's not all we see of him. The camera slowly moves from wall to wall and each one, without fail, has some sort of poster involving Randy Orton. Solo ones, PPV ones - he's just about on anything and everything. The camera pans down to the center, of what you'd say, the room. Low and behold, there's a stand up of Randy Orton with his arm's crossed and that cocky smirk we've all been rubbing our hands to knock off. Slowly but surely, the camera zooms out of the stand up and as we do - a figure .. a REAL man's figure, enter's the camera's frame. Who it may be, you're wondering? Easy. Randy Orton's opponent on Conflict; The Deranged Soul, or so they say. Mankind. He sits flat on the ground about a metre, maybe two, away from the stand up with his head turning in all different directions as he examines the many, many posters surrounding him.

Mankind: Surrounded .. by the FACE I WILL DESTROY! Oh Randy .. you're only a boy. A DEFENSELESS, WEAK .. BOY!! You don't even know what pain is. BUT I CAN TEACH YOU! I CAN DEMONSTRATE But for that .. I NEED A VOLUNTEER! And although you may have your hand down, Randy .. YOU'RE IT! YOU'RE THE VOLUNTEER! THE EXAMPLE!! Randy, my dear friend .. you've been chosen. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO BE .. to be hurt. TO BE DECIMATED!! TO BE RIPPED APART BY THESE VERY HANDS! RANDY .. YOU HAVE ENTERED A WORLD; A WORLD FULL OF HURT .. AND YOU .. YOU .. ARE OUT OF BOUNDS! YOU'RE IN UN-FAMILIAR TERRITORY!

Mankind turns his head to the camera in a one motion act.

Mankind: You're in MY territory.. and Randy, in my world .. IT'S NOT PRETTY! There's no red roses to wake up and smell, no pretty women with pigtails .. no .. THERE'S NOTHING! NOTHING BUT BLOOD .. NOTHING BUT TEARS .. AND NOTHING BUT THE SWEAT OFF YOUR DAMN FACE!!

Spit fly's from right out of Mankind's mouth carelessly, as he proceeds to stare a hole right through the center of our camera.

Mankind: WHILST YOU HAD YOUR MOUTH GLUED TO YOUR MOTHER'S BREASTS, SUCKING HER DRY OF EVERY LAST DROP, I WAS LOSING BUCKET LOADS OF BLOOD! I WAS CRYING RIVERS - SWEATING BRICKS! EVERY NIGHT .. I was the walking WOUNDED! EVERY SINGLE NIGHT OF MY LIFE .. I was punished. PUNISHED SEVERLY! Battered and Bruised - every night. I BECAME USED OF IT! It became apart of my life - getting PUNISHED. Feeling BEATEN. I'VE HAD THAT FEELING SINCE THE DAY MRS. FOLEY GAVE BIRTH!! And now? I'VE COME AROUND THE CORNER TO LOVE IT! I'VE TURNED THE PAGE; I'VE TURNED TO A NEW CHAPTER! And Randy .. pain - you think you know it .. I KNOW IT, AND I LOVE IT! It's an ADDICTION; a cruel addiction. But we all must have hobbies, Randy .. mine just so happens to be BLEEDING and INFLICTING brutality because there is NOTHING more rewarding then seeing IMPACT. When I see my opponent, for you instance, laying in the middle of the ring with blood pouring out of your mouth like a TAP .. and your natural hair color BLINDED by the color of your very own THICK blood .. That .. THAT SIGHT IS BEAUTIFUL! It's WONDERFUL! IT'S MAGNIFICENT!!! Knowing that I did that, not anyone else .. ME! MRS. FOLEYS BABY BOY!! Knowing that you're hurting .. knowing that your life is in the balance .. IT WARMS MY DARK HEART! IT GIVES ME A SENSATION .. AND THE WILL .. TO DO THAT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!!!

The type of yell that sends a shiver down your spine - it's THAT type of yell which Mankind releases. He stands up and walks up to one of the posters containing a picture of Randy Orton. In wide eye catching text it says "THE LEGEND KILLER BEGINS HIS HUNT" with a fading picture of the PWR World Championship just below it. For at least five seconds, Mankind stares right at it.

Mankind: Do you feel special? DO YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'VE REACHED THE PINNACLE OF YOUR LIFE!? DO YOU .. RANDY ORTON!? Because you're in for a REAL treat, this Wednesday Night. A TREAT FROM THE DERANGED .. SOUL! But it won't be a pleasant gift; IT'LL BE YOUR DEATH CERTIFICATE! AND YOU WILL SIGN IT .. WITH YOUR OWN BLOOD! How? I'LL MAKE YOU! I'LL BITE YOUR EAR OFF, YOUR NOSE OFF .. IF YOU REFUSE TO! Oh, yes .. I am insane. HAHAHAHA! I .. AM INCREDIBLY .. INSANE! And an R-K-O is NOT going to put me out of misery. You can try .. try like the wind try's to blow me off the face of this Earth .. but it's remote; YOU CAN'T KILL ME!! You can beat me. You can make me bleed but Randy, you WON'T KILL ME! I AM A VIRUS .. A DEADLY VIRUS THAT WILL WIPE YOUR SMILE OFF QUICKER THAN YOU CAN CHANGE THE CHANELS ON YOUR TELEVISION! The R-K-O means my face is planted on the Mat like when .. LIKE WHEN AN ICE CREAM FALLS OFF IT'S CONE, IT SPLATS ON THE GROUND! It means nothing more then that, Randy, because you can hit me with your RKO until you're BLUE IN THE GOD DAMN FACE! It will NEVER .. EVER .. MAKE ME DIE! NEVER! NOT IN THE BLUEST OF BLUE SKIES, RANDY.. But .. BUT I CAN END YOU! I can turn your life around. I CAN MAKE YOU JUST AS DEMENTED .. AND JUST AS WOEFULLY UGLY .. as me. How? BY RE-ARRANGING YOUR DAMN FACE AROUND LIKE A JIGGSAW PUZZLE! I'll take your eyes out .. and I WILL PUT THEM .. INTO THE HOLES OF YOUR EARS! I will put your ears - your ever so bloody ears in the holes of your eyes. Your nose in your LEFT ear! Your MOUTH attached to your FOREHEAD! I CAN DO IT! I CAN DO IT! I DAMN WELL CAN DO IT, RANDY, AND YOU KNOW .. THAT I AM SICK ENOUGH .. AND CRAZY ENOUGH .. TO DO A WHOLE LOT WORSE!! (Mankind Pauses) You ARE just weeks away .. WEEKS .. from a chance at becoming the PWR Champion. WEEKS. THAT'S ALL THAT IT DAMN IS! A few .. LOUSY .. WEEKS! But I can turn that into a new element - NEVER!! What IF .. I were to break you in half? WHAT IF I were to chew you up and SPIT you out, Randy? Could you go to Starrcade then? COULD YOU? No .. by the time Starrcade rolled around, WE'D ALL BE SINGING TO YOUR DISMISSAL TO THE DEPTHS OF THE GROUND BELOW! WE'D ALL BE STANDING AROUND YOUR BOX .. WAITING .. FOR YOU TO BE LOWERED INTO DIRT!! (Mankind Smirks Evily) That touches my soul .. my ever so DERANGED and dark soul. The thought of it, Randy, brings butterfly's to my stomach. It almost makes me want to come and find you, RIGHT NOW .. and RIP you apart into tiny pieces - LIKE SHREADED PAPER!

Mankind suddenly turns right around and CHARGES at the stand up of Randy Orton, taking it down. Mankind POUNDS into it - as if it were REALLY Randy Orton himself. Right hands, left hands - it's fucking .. INSANE! Mankind wraps his MOUTH around the face of Mankind on the right and begins RIPPING IT APART WITH HIS TEETH! God .. This is SICK! Mankind is ripping tout pieces, SPITTING them out and then ripping out another piece as if he were a Lion feasting upon it's prey.

Mankind: I WILL DO WHATEVER IT MAY BE TO RIP YOU INTO SHREADS OF MEANINGLESS PIECES! If that means taking CHUNKS out of you - I WILL DO JUST THAT! I am not a caring human being, Randy. I DO NOT CARE FOR YOUR SUFFERING NOR WILL I CARE FOR YOUR LIFE ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT! You MIGHT BE on your way to becoming the Champion of this business .. BUT I'LL MAKE SURE .. THAT YOU'LL BE THE LAUGHING STOCK LIKE I WAS! YOU'LL HAVE HALF OF AN EAR, A SMILE THAT STARTS AT THE VERY TIP OF YOUR CHIN AND EYEBROWS THAT ARE UNDER YOUR EYES! HAHA! Randy Orton .. YOU AREN'T KILLING ME! NO, NO NO!! I'm a MADMAN .. and I WON'T be cuffed anytime soon because there's still blood to be spilt, Randy. AND YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE WHO I AM EAGERLY AWAITING TO WATCH BLEED! I'm ITCHING to see with my own eyes, YOUR blood drop from your face and HIT the mat. I'M COUNTING THE HOURS AND THE MINUTES, RANDY! And soon .. oh soon, Randy .. your HEAD will be framed and on my SHELF! HA-HA-HA! Starrcade - It won't matter, for you. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO MAKE IT TO STARRCADE! YOU'LL BE BEING LOWERED INTO THE DAMN DIRT WHEN STARRCADES FIREWORKS EXPLODE! HAHA! Oh, DIVINE it is .. and I am licking my chops until we meet in that ring of destruction. You may choose to not believe me .. BUT I WILL SEPARATE YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR BODY LIKE YOU WERE MERELY A PIECE OF LEGO!

Holding the standup closely to him, Mankind turns his head in the direction of the camera, as we can see saliva splattered ALL over the standup of Randy Orton.

Mankind: Randy - YOUR THIRD GENERATION ENDS HERE! IT ENDS NOW! IN MY HANDS, MY DIRTY, HURTFUL .. HANDS! Is that clear, Randy? And you can put EVERY last cent you have - you will squeal .. LIKE A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL getting her HAIR PULLED OUT!!

The intensified tone in Mankind's voice suddenly disappears.

Mankind: HAVE A NICE DAY!

At last - the sadisticness finally draws to an end, with the scene fading to black.