Bryan couldn’t believe it. The guy just up and blew his head off. Just to escape the reality that the world was coming to an end. Some people just couldn’t cope; they couldn’t bare it. Bryan wouldn’t look for supplies or anything of the sort, after that. No, it was just...too much. He walked back to the car, and got in, just staring straight ahead. Evelyn sensed something was wrong immediately, but waited a few minutes before posing a question.
“Bryan, what happened in there?” Finally, she posed.
“That guy...he just...he just killed himself...”
Suddenly, Bryan awoke.
“What do these dreams mean?...” He asked aloud.
“Well, it could be any number of things, Mr. Blaze.” Commented the therapist seated across from Bryan.
Bryan Blaze would be one of the last souls to leave Battle Grounds last week. He was emotionally distraught at his pinfall loss to Dan Alexander in his Battle for the Briefcase tournament match. It wasn’t since late 2009 that Bryan Blaze felt what it was like to be called a Champion. After his Company and subsequently his Championship folded, he wasn’t the same. He wallowed in self pity for a year before once again even pondering the thought of training. After a while though, life moves on and so too, Bryan Blaze had to.
After drifting from promotion to promotion, he found nothing promising. He was doomed. He just knew his career would never again, be the same. He then found IWF, and thought maybe, just maybe he had found his new professional home. He won his first few matches in dominating fashion. His first test was Dan Alexander, and he would come up short.
The next day, he would take aim at the opponent for the following week, Sean Libby.
“What is really important in this lifetime?” Bryan opened the podcast with that very thoughtfully demanding question to his listeners. “Many people strive to ponder this question for years and many believe that the answer is dependent of whoever poses the question. That there is truly no one correct answer to it, except to the individual.
Sadly, that statement is very incorrect. But luckily for the masses, I am here today to tell you exactly what is truly important. Leaving behind a Legacy that demands respect.”
He let that just sit for a moment.
“You see...money, fame, people in your life...none of it matters once you are gone. And if you can leave no sustainable legacy behind...if you can leave this earth and have nothing set you apart from every other Harry, Dick, and Tom, then well...you might as well have never been alive in the first place. I have spent my entire career trying to please other people.
It began with the self-deprecating scum that inhabits the seats week in and week out. The so called “fans” of the wrestling world. I spent a good two years trying to please these sleazebags. And for what? To be cast aside by my so-called admirers for making a career move that was best for me. So in all seriousness? The fans are nothing. Everyone wants to jizz all over themselves to say that this can’t be done without the fans? Well the truth of the matter is they’ll come to see anyone. But they’ll stay for Bryan Fucking Blaze.
Since I “turned my back on the fans” I have only been served to try and please a list of stable-mates who undoubtedly only went near me to try and ride my coattails to the top. Well no more, I told myself. I’m in this business for me, me and my legacy. The legacy I will be remembered for. I will have it. At. Any Cost.
So this week I have Sean Libby as an opponent. Now I’m going to be very frank. Just like last week, I don’t know a whole hell of a lot about my opponent other than having a really bitchy name dripping with a sense of douchebaggery about it. The thing is, Sean Libby probably doesn’t have a whole lot to lose in this match, and I have everything. My stint in this company may be stopped cold before it ever got going at all.
That’s why this week, I am going to be as dangerous as ever in my career. You hear those sort of lines from two-bit pro wrestlers all the time but in this case, it’s dead on. My career absolutely depends on it. If I don’t show up, I won’t be around long enough to even have a legacy.
Much less one to fawn over. I’ll just be another faceless entity drifting through time and space. A name nobody will ever remember.
And that’s my worst fear in the world.”
Subject: My Worst Fear In The World 
Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:25 pm
