Mic check — one, two.
Mic check — one, two, three.
It’s me, oh me, Notorious P.I.C.
And this is my new space. This is my new shooting gallery, if you will.
In the Professional Wrestling world, we’re obsessed with works that feel like shoots — kayfabe that mimics reality so much, it makes you wonder, “Did they just accidentally pull back the curtain on us?”
No need to wonder here. The curtain will always be pulled back. In fact, I threw the curtain away.
Make no mistake, this industry hates that about me. They despise the fact that I’m here, that I spent years building a formidable sports-media resume that makes indy wrestlers taking bumps in bingo halls look like journalism interns covering high-school track meets.
Empty gyms are beneath me — I’ve had my own show on the Boston Red Sox radio network, I’ve co-hosted TV shows with Super Bowl champions, and I’ve been a multi-time guest on The Dan Patrick Show. So they can spare me the lecture on how I didn’t “put in my time.” Because unless they’ve already had their WrestleMania entrance, they wouldn’t know sacrifice, dedication, and hard work if it superkicked them in the chin.
Anyways, welcome to the Pro Wrestling portion of my brain.
This is THE NOTORIOUS TAKE.
Notorious P.I.C.