After waiting for a while, Michael walked out of his changing room and made his way around the arena. Unlike his ring attire, he was wearing his black pants, Whitechapel shirt, and his combat boots. Right now, he knew that this night was going to be a night that would later involve into a long era of him taking over this business with his own means. He watched the matches, took notes of all the wrestlers. Now he was planning, pondering something that made him mutter to himself.

Before he knew it, before he had any idea of what he was doing, he found a camera man preparing for one of the upcoming shows. Walking over, he whispered into the man's ear real quick before nodding at the answer given to him. Soon, the camera man was facing him and was recording him.

"Hello everyone of XWF. My name is Michael Calaway, though many call me 'The Newtaker'. As you can tell by that name, I am the son of the legendary Undertaker. So, why am I here? Cause I have no where else to be but here. No where else would take me, but this place took me in and is allowing me to show my skills. Anyways, enough about me. So, why am I having the camera man record me? Cause I'm here to show someone, ANYONE, that I can kick their ass and show them I am a force to reckon with. Yeah, I know that I'm the good guy, the wonderful person... but right now, I'm aching for a fight. I mean, every good guy needs a way to blow off steam... so I am challenging anyone to come forth and accept my challenge... and I hope they bring one hell of a good fight with them."

"You want to go, Wallace? Trust me, I don't mind kicking someone's ass just to prove my point here... though if you're too chicken to fight me, than move aside and let someone else stop forward and I can destroy them with utter ease!"

Mr. WGWF:Son, if your math skills are as finely tuned as your in ring skills, I'd think you'd better stay out of the ring for a long while. Also, Michelle McCool is not your mother.