Arrival

Bryan Blaze was in a position he hadn’t been in quite some time. He began his professional wrestling career roughly four years ago, when he broke into the business with Ultimate Wrestling Entertainment. With the company he became a Two-time Cruiserweight Champion as well as the promotion’s last Triple Crown Champion. Most importantly however, Bryan Blaze became an elite superstar. He went from a curtain jerker to a Main Eventer, and he went from a fan favourite to possibly one of the most hated figures in all of the industry. In IWF though, he was in a situation he wasn’t quite used to anywhere. Basically, he was back to being an unknown. Sure, perhaps some of the fans in IWF may be familiar with his UWE work and history, but he was more than certain that it wouldn’t hold true for the majority of the crowd most nights. Perhaps though, this was a good thing. He was so used to pressure in his days as Triple Crown Champion, that sometimes he cracked under this said pressure. It made him go insane. So perhaps a new start was good. Thanks to a one-time rival in UWE, Bryan Blaze had to basically restart his personal life, so maybe...just maybe doing such with his professional life wouldn’t be so bad.

On this day in particular, Blaze was on a chartered flight to his first IWF Pay-Per-View, Fallout. It would be his debut, of course. Even if it was just a coincidence, Blaze’s ego took a boost knowing that his very first in-ring action in an IWF ring would be at a Pay-Per-View event. He was set to face Jett Black, whom he knew nothing about. To Blaze, it didn’t matter though. Whoever he was going to face wouldn’t be any more to a metaphor of a stepping stone or a simple rung on a ladder. It was simply the first person he would need to plough right through before getting to what he thought he rightfully deserved.

In UWE, Blaze was notorious for a persona he had developed towards the end of his run with the company. That being a very paranoid and obsessed figure that would go to extreme lengths to get the win or to achieve whatever it was that he wanted. He’d do anything. He was always obsessed. But unlike many people with that problem, it wasn’t exactly a tangible object or thing that Blaze was obsessed with. Rather, it was something he strived to have, an unforgettable legacy. It flooded his mind, his thoughts always. It gave him tunnel vision, and ultimately, would lead to his very untimely demise.

As Blaze looked around in the first class section of the airplane, his face twitched with disgust. In his years in the pro-wrestling industry, he has gotten away from his humble roots of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. He was disgusted by what surrounded him. He thought to himself, “I’m Bryan FUCKING Blaze! What the hell is this?!” But he kept that to himself for now. Suddenly though, he heard his Blackberry Torch vibrate in his pocket. He was unsure of who would be calling him at this time, so he quickly pulled it out of his jeans pocket, answering it as quickly as he could.

“Hello?” He answered hastily.

“Mr. Blaze...we have a...uh...”

Blaze looked irritated, obviously knowing who it was on the other end of the line. “Well? Spit it the fuck out. I don’t have all god-damn day.”

“A problem.” The man on the other line spat out, he sounded a little scared or nervous.

“What exactly is that?” Blaze raised his voice unsure if he would want to hear the answer.

[color=orange] “You’ll see when you arrive in New York City. The problem exists there.[/i]

Blaze prepared to go off on the guy on the other end, but he was cut off by a dial tone. He had been hung up on. He would pay for that later, Blaze thought. He had problems elsewhere though, it would seem. In New York City, to be exact. He noticed that the plane was coming down to a runway now. He would soon find out whatever it was that awaited him. Unfortunately though, his career was going to come first. Blaze was set to face Jett Black at Fallout, and as such he was scheduled to deliver a bit of an address.

As the plane landed in New York and everyone collected their carry-ons and such, Blaze would head straight for a limousine that had been waiting for him and would take him to record his little shoot promo.

“So, here we are, IWF. The arrival of Bryan Blaze. The beginning of a new era. It all begins at Fallout, with Jett Black. I know nothing or Jett, nor do I care to find out. He is nothing to do. He could have some hall of fame past for all I care. Simply put, his past, his merits, his strengths...they are all meaningless to me. I used to focus so heavily on tapes and studying my opponent when I prepared for a match...but that’s all in the past now. I learned a long time ago that I am my greatest strength, and also my ultimate weakness. It matters not what my opponent does, but rather hinges on what I do or don’t do. I ultimately have control of my own destiny, no matter what anyone else thinks or believes. On this Sunday in Madison Square Garden, you will all see what I am talking about. My ring style is unmatched and even in most cases, unfathomable. The fact of the matter is, the only way you could possibly stop me is by luck. Not the traditional “you got lucky”, but rather if I make a mistake myself, and make myself vulnerable. Which will not happen. I am Bryan Fucking Blaze, and this Sunday, all of IWF will get a glimpse of what exactly that means.”