Michael comes out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. He is wearing a navy blue silk suit, salmon tie and white dress shoes. His hair is slicked back and his beard is combed out. He marches down the to the ring and walks up the steel steps. He walks over to the bottom left turnbuckle and climbs it and raises both arms and tilts his head back. He is met with a barrage of camera flashes and boos. He steps down, wipes his feet and enters the ring. He walks over and grabs the microphone from a ringside worker. Michael: You know, for the last several days I've been hearing nothing but utter shit from a couple of ass-backward doofuses. I've decided that I'm done with them. I've decided that these are my last words on the subject of these guys. After getting all that off my chest, I've realized that I've been driving in the wrong lane. I've lived for a philosophy, where, if I was satisfied then all things were right. I've disregarded what the fans wanted. I've disregarded what the locker room wanted, and decided to do what I wanted. I wanted the money, the fame, the glory and the reputation. I got the money, the fame, the glory and the reputation. But it isn't what I thought it was. I thought it would make life that much greater, but it just made me miserable. I was closer to retiring than ever before. I was walked a fine line to a downwards spiral. The crowd boos but Michael laughs it off. Michael: Y'know, I don't even mind the boos. I deserve it, at this point. But when I announced my intentions to join the Tag Team Revival Tournament I had one thing, in mind. I was going to use this tournament to shed that personality. I was going to shed the hate within me. I was going to shed the corruption and be reborn. I was so sick and tired of what I had become. I went from a hard-working boss to an egomaniac that cared more about getting his personal interest than anything else. So I went about and looked for someone that can help me revive my true spirit. I went about and found someone that could do just that, and hopefully you all can see that I've changed. I've contacted this man, to help me, and to help himself. Who is he? See for yourself... Michael points at the curtain.