Post by Blaze on Dec 12, 2013 20:54:37 GMT -5
The scene begins in the Buffalo, NY home of PURE newcomer, Bryan Blaze. The scene is a typical day in this man's life, garbage, clothes, and beer bottles strewn across his 'living room' and Blaze himself being half passed out on his black leather couch with his old Championship belt in his clutches.
Blaze groans as he moves to sit up on the couch, revealing he is wearing only a long pair of Boxers and a white t-shirt. He looks horrible, most likely hungover. Before he does much more than sit up, a sickening feeling hits the pit of his stomach and slowly makes its way upward. He rushes to the nearby kitchen and promptly pukes inside the sink. He wipes himself off and tries his best to clean the puke out of the sink, using the tap. As he turns around, the front door opens and his girlfriend and Former wrestler, Evelyn LaRivierre, walks through the door.
“Where are the children?” He asks immediately, trying to hide his hungover state, but his tone of voice betrays him. Not missing a beat, Evelyn replies “You've been drinking?! For fuck sakes, Bryan...I was only gone a day! The children are with your parents, because of...well...this.” She gestures to the state of the room.
Bryan slurs back “What’s that ss’posed to mean?”
“Are you kidding me, Bryan?! I was gone a day. ONE DAY. Look at what’s happened! You relapsed again! You have a nine year old, and a three year old who desperately need their father to be sober! I mean, for god sakes, you were just signed to PURE wrestling! Do you even care about it? About the kids? About me? Or is it all about the booze, now?” Evelyn now folds her arms in front of her chest and stares a hole into Bryan.
“You should know that I care about you and the kids.” Despite trying his best to be serious and even comforting, he falters as he stumbles to the right, a step. He smirks, but Evelyn’s expression remains unchanged.
“You need to change back to who you once were, Bryan. The man I fell for and the man who fathered Heather and Damien. The man who stood atop the wrestling world in 2008 and early 2009. The man who...” Her voice trails off momentarily as she makes a beeline for the couch and grabs the Triple Crown belt; shoving it into Bryan’s chest.
“The man...who won THIS. The same guy who gave zero fucks about what anyone else thought about how he got things done...and got them done regardless. The man who was simply a cut above. The man who was the Triple Crown Champion.
Blaze steps back a couple steps. “SSSSeriously, seriously Evelyn?! You think I’ve stopped being the Bryan Blaze who was the best damn wrestler in the world? You think I’ve lost a step?”
Evelyn sighs. “More than a step, Bryan. You’re facing two great newcomers on Monday, if you actually make it to PURE.”
“WHAT?! Evelyn. I think you’ve forgot who’re you’re talking to. I’m Bryan Blaze. I was the last Triple Crown Champion. UWE crumbled after I left. I was it. I was everything.”
Evelyn nods, but with a frown on her face. “Yes, Bryan...you were. That word hits Blaze like a brick to the face.
“Stop it! Did you see who I’m facing? You refer to them as ‘great’? Are you joking? One is the epitome of pathetic. I mean claiming to be clinically insane? How would such a person get a job, especially in a wrestling ring? Dude is probably more a danger to himself than he is a danger to me. Then you have the other skankbucket, some blowhard that supposedly has all the money in the world, yet chooses a profession where he isn’t handed anything? What a douchebag.”
“Bryan...”
“No! You’ve said your antagonizing piece, Evelyn. I get it. You don’t believe in me anymore.”
“Bryan, that’s not...”
“Enough! I’ll show you, Evelyn. I will wipe the floor with these two poor excuses of opponents. One is a psychopath and the other is one of those 1 percenters that get whatever they want. As for me?
I’m a professional wrestler.
Blaze grabs ahold of the gold, and clutches it against his chest, rocking back and forth.
“I’m Bryan Blaze..I’m Bryan Blaze...”
Evelyn shakes her head, turns around and goes up a set of stairs that are adjacent to the front door. A door is heard slamming, seconds later. Bryan looks around, clutching his golden past, and realizes his now empty, pathetic reality. He sags his shoulders as he sits in a soft padded chair next to a mahogany table. “No, no I’m not.” He sees more empty bottles, and grabs one off of the table. He stares at it for a moment, most likely thinking about every single word that was just said to him. He stares into his distorted reflection in the glass beer bottle for what feels like an eternity before he throws it against a nearby wall, sending fragments of glass spraying in all different directions.
[ Bryan says to himself, under his breath. “I was Bryan Blaze.” For a few moments, Blaze simply looks around the room; the mess his life has become is pictured perfectly in this mess of beer bottles and garbage. He can’t stand the sight of it. “I need to get out of here. As he goes to walk out, he trips over a beer bottle and nearly falls on his face. He looks back, and this was the last straw as he screams and flips the kitchen table onto it’s side. “God damn fuckin...fuck!”He screams with malice
Once outside, Blaze quickly hops in his Black Pontiac Solstice and zooms out the driveway without a word. In no time at all, Blaze is far from his home, which relieves him in some sense. Everything becomes blurred to him, all his surroundings blend together and it seems like he is his own world altogether. It’s unclear what the destination is, but Blaze probably doesn’t even know, himself. It’s full speed ahead, but luckily for Blaze and others, this stretch of highway is a straight and narrow patch of highway. Blaze is breathing heavy, driving fast, and doesn’t appear very weary of his surroundings.[/i]
“Everybody is a god damn cynic. Who does she think she is? These other two...Evan Grey, Marcello Bell; they’ve got their lives and careers ahead of them, they’re just getting started. The twilight of their careers haven’t come and gone. I’m sure they don’t wake up at three in the morning in the dead of night, in a heavy sweat;contemplating whether or not they’re even capable of being “the man” of a federation, the top dog...”
A car which Blaze passes honks their horn ferociously, and Blaze sticks his head out the window. “FUCK YOUR TABLE!”
Blaze zooms by a yellow warning sign that reads “DANGER CLIFF AHEAD” but he doesn’t seem to notice, or care.[/i]
“They don’t fathom the concept of being so far gone that you just can’t hack it anymore. They’re got their whole life ahead of them...they can seize the day like I once did...
Alcohol, pills...it’s all an escape from the truth, I know that, yet...somehow can’t help myself. Maybe I really am done.”
As Blaze zooms around each bend of a very curvy highway now, he is less than calm, and is all over the road, due to his excessive speed. Fortunately, it straightens out again, but a cliff can be seen up ahead. If Blaze goes straight, he will veer off a cliff and ultimately fall to his own demise. If he turns just a few inches, he will continue on his way, but a dark state of mind has taken over Bryan’s head.
“Will anyone remember Bryan Blaze?”Sweat begins to trickle down Blaze’s forehead, which he hastily wipes away with his left wrist. “Tourniquet” begins to play through the car stereo.
I tried to kill the pain,
But only brought more,
I lay dying,
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal
“Just one turn of the wheel...so easy...”
I’m dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
And screaming...
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
“But that’s the cowardly way...”
My god, My Tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My god, My Tourniquet
Return to me salvation
The song hits Blaze like nothing else could, and he swerves and slams on the brakes, stopping five feet from the clff,staring over it. He sighs.[/i] “But not what Evey deserves.She deserve better.”
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long,
Will you be on the other side?
Will you forget me?
“The family deserves better.”
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied?
“...Deserve better than me.”
Christ-Tourniquet
My suicide.
Return to me Salvation
Blaze exits the car, and stares down towards the ground far below.
After pumping a full tank of gas into his car, he heads inside the lonely service station to pay. The clerk seems to recognize him immediately.[/i]
“Hey, you’re Bryan Blaze, aren’t you?”
An hour ago, he may’ve said he wasn’t. He didn’t think he deserved that name anymore, but something changed inside in that near death experience.
“Yeah, I’m Bryan Blaze.”
Blaze groans as he moves to sit up on the couch, revealing he is wearing only a long pair of Boxers and a white t-shirt. He looks horrible, most likely hungover. Before he does much more than sit up, a sickening feeling hits the pit of his stomach and slowly makes its way upward. He rushes to the nearby kitchen and promptly pukes inside the sink. He wipes himself off and tries his best to clean the puke out of the sink, using the tap. As he turns around, the front door opens and his girlfriend and Former wrestler, Evelyn LaRivierre, walks through the door.
“Where are the children?” He asks immediately, trying to hide his hungover state, but his tone of voice betrays him. Not missing a beat, Evelyn replies “You've been drinking?! For fuck sakes, Bryan...I was only gone a day! The children are with your parents, because of...well...this.” She gestures to the state of the room.
Bryan slurs back “What’s that ss’posed to mean?”
“Are you kidding me, Bryan?! I was gone a day. ONE DAY. Look at what’s happened! You relapsed again! You have a nine year old, and a three year old who desperately need their father to be sober! I mean, for god sakes, you were just signed to PURE wrestling! Do you even care about it? About the kids? About me? Or is it all about the booze, now?” Evelyn now folds her arms in front of her chest and stares a hole into Bryan.
“You should know that I care about you and the kids.” Despite trying his best to be serious and even comforting, he falters as he stumbles to the right, a step. He smirks, but Evelyn’s expression remains unchanged.
“You need to change back to who you once were, Bryan. The man I fell for and the man who fathered Heather and Damien. The man who stood atop the wrestling world in 2008 and early 2009. The man who...” Her voice trails off momentarily as she makes a beeline for the couch and grabs the Triple Crown belt; shoving it into Bryan’s chest.
“The man...who won THIS. The same guy who gave zero fucks about what anyone else thought about how he got things done...and got them done regardless. The man who was simply a cut above. The man who was the Triple Crown Champion.
Blaze steps back a couple steps. “SSSSeriously, seriously Evelyn?! You think I’ve stopped being the Bryan Blaze who was the best damn wrestler in the world? You think I’ve lost a step?”
Evelyn sighs. “More than a step, Bryan. You’re facing two great newcomers on Monday, if you actually make it to PURE.”
“WHAT?! Evelyn. I think you’ve forgot who’re you’re talking to. I’m Bryan Blaze. I was the last Triple Crown Champion. UWE crumbled after I left. I was it. I was everything.”
Evelyn nods, but with a frown on her face. “Yes, Bryan...you were. That word hits Blaze like a brick to the face.
“Stop it! Did you see who I’m facing? You refer to them as ‘great’? Are you joking? One is the epitome of pathetic. I mean claiming to be clinically insane? How would such a person get a job, especially in a wrestling ring? Dude is probably more a danger to himself than he is a danger to me. Then you have the other skankbucket, some blowhard that supposedly has all the money in the world, yet chooses a profession where he isn’t handed anything? What a douchebag.”
“Bryan...”
“No! You’ve said your antagonizing piece, Evelyn. I get it. You don’t believe in me anymore.”
“Bryan, that’s not...”
“Enough! I’ll show you, Evelyn. I will wipe the floor with these two poor excuses of opponents. One is a psychopath and the other is one of those 1 percenters that get whatever they want. As for me?
I’m a professional wrestler.
Blaze grabs ahold of the gold, and clutches it against his chest, rocking back and forth.
“I’m Bryan Blaze..I’m Bryan Blaze...”
Evelyn shakes her head, turns around and goes up a set of stairs that are adjacent to the front door. A door is heard slamming, seconds later. Bryan looks around, clutching his golden past, and realizes his now empty, pathetic reality. He sags his shoulders as he sits in a soft padded chair next to a mahogany table. “No, no I’m not.” He sees more empty bottles, and grabs one off of the table. He stares at it for a moment, most likely thinking about every single word that was just said to him. He stares into his distorted reflection in the glass beer bottle for what feels like an eternity before he throws it against a nearby wall, sending fragments of glass spraying in all different directions.
[ Bryan says to himself, under his breath. “I was Bryan Blaze.” For a few moments, Blaze simply looks around the room; the mess his life has become is pictured perfectly in this mess of beer bottles and garbage. He can’t stand the sight of it. “I need to get out of here. As he goes to walk out, he trips over a beer bottle and nearly falls on his face. He looks back, and this was the last straw as he screams and flips the kitchen table onto it’s side. “God damn fuckin...fuck!”He screams with malice
Once outside, Blaze quickly hops in his Black Pontiac Solstice and zooms out the driveway without a word. In no time at all, Blaze is far from his home, which relieves him in some sense. Everything becomes blurred to him, all his surroundings blend together and it seems like he is his own world altogether. It’s unclear what the destination is, but Blaze probably doesn’t even know, himself. It’s full speed ahead, but luckily for Blaze and others, this stretch of highway is a straight and narrow patch of highway. Blaze is breathing heavy, driving fast, and doesn’t appear very weary of his surroundings.[/i]
“Everybody is a god damn cynic. Who does she think she is? These other two...Evan Grey, Marcello Bell; they’ve got their lives and careers ahead of them, they’re just getting started. The twilight of their careers haven’t come and gone. I’m sure they don’t wake up at three in the morning in the dead of night, in a heavy sweat;contemplating whether or not they’re even capable of being “the man” of a federation, the top dog...”
A car which Blaze passes honks their horn ferociously, and Blaze sticks his head out the window. “FUCK YOUR TABLE!”
Blaze zooms by a yellow warning sign that reads “DANGER CLIFF AHEAD” but he doesn’t seem to notice, or care.[/i]
“They don’t fathom the concept of being so far gone that you just can’t hack it anymore. They’re got their whole life ahead of them...they can seize the day like I once did...
Alcohol, pills...it’s all an escape from the truth, I know that, yet...somehow can’t help myself. Maybe I really am done.”
As Blaze zooms around each bend of a very curvy highway now, he is less than calm, and is all over the road, due to his excessive speed. Fortunately, it straightens out again, but a cliff can be seen up ahead. If Blaze goes straight, he will veer off a cliff and ultimately fall to his own demise. If he turns just a few inches, he will continue on his way, but a dark state of mind has taken over Bryan’s head.
“Will anyone remember Bryan Blaze?”Sweat begins to trickle down Blaze’s forehead, which he hastily wipes away with his left wrist. “Tourniquet” begins to play through the car stereo.
I tried to kill the pain,
But only brought more,
I lay dying,
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal
“Just one turn of the wheel...so easy...”
I’m dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
And screaming...
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
“But that’s the cowardly way...”
My god, My Tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My god, My Tourniquet
Return to me salvation
The song hits Blaze like nothing else could, and he swerves and slams on the brakes, stopping five feet from the clff,staring over it. He sighs.[/i] “But not what Evey deserves.She deserve better.”
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long,
Will you be on the other side?
Will you forget me?
“The family deserves better.”
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied?
“...Deserve better than me.”
Christ-Tourniquet
My suicide.
Return to me Salvation
Blaze exits the car, and stares down towards the ground far below.
After pumping a full tank of gas into his car, he heads inside the lonely service station to pay. The clerk seems to recognize him immediately.[/i]
“Hey, you’re Bryan Blaze, aren’t you?”
An hour ago, he may’ve said he wasn’t. He didn’t think he deserved that name anymore, but something changed inside in that near death experience.
“Yeah, I’m Bryan Blaze.”
