This introduction, like the show itself, isn't what it was going to be a few weeks ago.
Swashbuckling in tone and content, this was going to be full of pirate patter along with all the usual questions and answers about things that had gone well or poorly with the booking before concluding that none of it would really matter on the night.
Between the giant ship at one side of Raymond James Stadium and the spectacular lights beaming on to the audience filling the seats of the others, the pageantry and spectacle and all the other synonyms Vince McMahon used to spout would serve their purpose and excuse everything.
But we are where we are, and where we are is trapped inside watching this.
Be grateful you're not a pro wrestler - WWE and AEW's "show must go on!" stubbornness has grown more irresponsible by the week, regardless of the noises being made about testing or social distancing or offering talent the chance to stay home until it blows over. Brodie Lee didn't want to turn down the chance to wear his new Exalted One pyjamas on Dynamite in case the opportunity dissolved in the meantime. Who would have the guts to say "new phone, who dis?" to the call asking to still work WrestleMania, beyond a 'Big Dog' that has proven bigger than ever in these insular and isolated times?
We Need To Talk About Kevin (Nash).
Michael can be found in articles or on podcasts extolling the virtues of New Generation WWF, New Japan Pro Wrestling or the new WWE angle they definitely definitely won’t ruin this time.