06/01/2026
When I was seven years old, I got my first Hasbro WWF action figures (Hulk Hogan and Ted DiBiase, if memory serves). Then as the years went on, more tiny plastic "Superstars" joined my roster, then a ring, and before you know it, I'm booking full-on storylines stretching across months with these little emotionless projectiles telling my stories.
Ask my sister Kim about the night the Berzerker tried to frame Papa Shango for pushing him off the balcony of the arena. It was compelling stuff.
Then came the Wrestling Buddies and an old mattress and sofa in the basement as my "ring." Then the video games. Then the ill-fated attempt at trampoline wrestling that led to my first "hardway color" and a stern talking-to about how that wasn't going to happen anymore.
Then came real life. Jobs and dating and moving and break-ups and promotions and rejections for promotions and marriage and a mortgage and that seven year old kid booking wrestling shows in his bedroom was gone.
Or so I thought.
A series of improbable events led me to Brooklyn Bowl in Nashville one year ago today. Suddenly, I'm surrounded by dozens of the most dedicated people I've had the pleasure to know, and we're putting on a show that I helped book! For months, Connor Casey, Rory T. Miller, and I had sent countless emails, made countless phone calls, had met with a million sponsors and venues, and somehow here we were at OUR wrestling show. Pro Wrestling Symphony was real.
Over the 365 days that followed, we've put together 11 shows that I'm so proud of I can't even find the words. We've worked with former world champions, TV stars, viral sensations, a dog, and our own homegrown crew of the most dedicated young athletes in the business to put on nearly a dozen shows that I'll be watching and re-watching for the rest of my life.
And that was just year one.
In five days, year two kicks off with Resistance, our debut at the hallowed Nashville Fairgrounds as part of the Music City Fit Expo. We've got six more shows at five venues after that before the end of 2026 with new stars debuting, rivalries coming to a head, and more banger matches than should be legal.
If you're not already on the bandwagon, now's a great time to hop on (including by buying tickets to Resistance at pwsymphony.com/tickets). If not for 43-year-old me, do it for that kid on the ugly red '80s carpet accidentally breaking Rick Rude's arm off trying to give Brutus Beefcake a neckbreaker. Do it for the middle schooler wrapping an empty cardboard box in a jump rope, calling it a barbed-wire table, and putting a plush Hulk Hogan through it. Do it for the teenager who got a bloody lip from a chop block gone horribly wrong. Do it for the college kid staying up 'til 2 AM playing EWR.
Dreams do come true, but they're rarely in a hurry.