It occurred to me watching his speech that if pro wrestling manifested itself into a human being, it would be Paul Heyman. Creative, entertaining, a little sleazy, and passionate as hell. When he put the coat and hat on, that wasn't Special Counsel (My Name Is) Paul Heyman, that was fuckin' Paul E cutting a promo behind a shitty bingo hall in 1994 making you remember why you love this shit in the first place.