Kyle Breedon is living the dream — even if he’s getting knocked out in the process.

In his early 20s and barely removed from working backstage as a timekeeper’s assistant, Kyle was once “the kid with the clipboard” who shadowed veterans and studied the business like his life depended on it. Somewhere along the way, someone gave him a striped shirt — and now he’s on live TV every week, trying to survive while calling matches that are often way above his pay grade.

Clean-cut, wide-eyed, and constantly adjusting his collar, Kyle is the rookie ref FWL throws into the fire. Chaos? Use Kyle. Brawl in the crowd? Send Kyle. He doesn’t have the authority of Dean Carver or the neutrality of Joey Greco — but he’s got heart. And bruises.

Fans have taken to him — especially when he gets steamrolled mid-match, which happens more than he’d like. He’s become a bit of a cult favorite, with the crowd chanting his name anytime he takes a bump. Heels don’t respect him yet. Veterans still look at him sideways. But management sees something in him. And Kyle? He’s just happy to be here.