Post by Pyro on Sept 6, 2021 2:40:02 GMT -5
“We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.” - Joseph Campbell
UNAIRED FOOTAGE
SANFORD, FLORIDA
SEPTEMBER 5TH, 2021
It’d been a long day for Pyro and Anya Brendon too. Pyro may be considered “The Nightmare” but he was living every man’s nightmare right now. Anya was in the bedroom getting ready for their special night out. Pyro had made sure she had nothing but the best. He’d got her a hairdresser, make-up artist and brought her a new dress too. You’d think the worst thing on his mind right now would be whether she liked the dress or not. The wasn’t the worst thing on his mind though. Surprisingly even though he had the Tag Titles match at Collison Course and the Noble Title match at Night Of Honor, that also wasn’t the worst thing on his mind. The worst thing was the thought of rejection. That was something he’d had to deal with all of his life. Tonight was a very special occasion for Pyro and for Anya. He hadn’t told her what tonight was about, just that something special was going to happen.
Walking up and down the floor of the lounge, Pyro could hear the happy laughter coming from the bedroom. Even Pyro himself was dressed in a dark suit, shirt, and waistcoat. Whatever the occasion was, it was certainly an important one for Pyro to be dressed up like that. Wasn’t long ago that Pyro’s world came crashing down. He still hasn’t seen his daughter, he’d come to terms with that he may never see her again. Maybe it was for the better, Annabelle would probably have a better life without him anyway. Thinking like that though was what was making his mind be on overdrive at the moment. He was thinking to himself that maybe Anya would be better off without him. Maybe Julius Fairweather would be better off without him too. Those thoughts were always in his mind. It was a daily battle for him with the voices inside his head. No one truly knew who he was, no one but Anya Brendon that was.
That didn’t change how Anya felt about Pyro though. Pyro swore he’d never love again. Anya managed not to only change that but become a big part of his life in doing so. Pyro comes to a stop from his walking up and down in the lounge. He was stopped in his tracks by the message tone of his phone. Reaching inside his trouser pocket, Pyro pulls out his phone and sees a message from Julius Fairweather. Opening up the message, he smiles as he sees “Good luck with tonight, motherfucker!” Pyro just responded with “Thanks.” and locks his phone up before sliding it back into his trouser pocket. He begins to start pacing up and down again, this was a nervous thing for him more than anything. He just wanted everything to be perfect for Anya. Tonight was a special occasion and Pyro was making sure that it went off without a hitch. Obviously, he’d spoken to his tag partner Julius Fairweather about this and got some advice from the ladies' man. Stopping in front of the mirror on the wall, Pyro looks into it staring at himself like he didn’t recognize what was looking back at him.
“You and I need to talk.” He points to his reflection in the mirror. “Tonight is about Anya. You better behave. No violence, just wait until Collision Course and Night Of Honor. If you ruin tonight for me, I’ll ruin both of the PPV’s for you.” It was as if the reflection was snarling back at him, whereas he was standing there as serious as anything. “I promise you all the bloodshed and violence you can handle. Just let me do this one thing without fucking it up for me, please.” The reflection in the mirror nods his head in agreement before Pyro heads towards the laughter and happiness coming from the bedroom.
“Everything okay in there? How much longer?” Pyro knew the wait would be worth it but the longer he waited, the longer he was left alone with his own thoughts.
“Not much longer dear. I’ll be out soon, go and relax.” Anya replies. The tone of her voice filled with joy.
“Okay, beautiful.” Pyro headed back into the lounge.
As he walks over to the couch in the lounge, he sits down and rearranges himself so he is comfortable. I’m sure you’ll understand, especially the guys. As he sits there he thinks about what Anya had just said. Relax. How can I relax when tonight is the biggest night of my life. If she knew, she’d understand why I couldn’t relax and was so nervous. Sitting there alone, Pyro reaches inside his other pocket and pulls out a box. He has a smile on his face as he opens the box to reveal the ring. It was so beautiful and expensive looking. Pyro wanted Anya to have nothing but the best. He didn’t care how much he had to pay for it. When he saw it, it called out to him that it was the right one for her. After admiring the ring for what seemed an eternity, Pyro snaps out of it when he hears the bedroom door open. He managed to close the ring box but starts to fumble about and drops the ring box onto the floor. Thankfully, Pyro managed to get to his feet and bend down to pick the ring box up. He manages to get back up to his feet and slide the ring box back into his trouser pocket. He did it just in time too as Anya walks in looking breathtakingly beautiful as she leaned and posed a bit for Pyro who stood there happily surprised.
“Need help picking your jaw up lover?” Anya giggled at seeing Pyro this way.
“I’m just… Well… Lost for words right now.” All Pyro can do is smile as Anya was still leaning and posing.
“That’s a first.” She smiled before poking her tongue out at him.
“Shut up!” Pyro says in a playful tone as Anya smiled.
“So where are you taking me?”
“That’s a secret. Just know that you have nothing to worry about tonight. I got everything sorted. Tonight is going to be perfect and you look perfect. I’ll even be on my best behavior.”
“You’re going to behave?” She playfully sticks her tongue out again at him.
“Well, until I get you home at least.” Pyro winked as Anya blushes.
Eventually, once he’d picked his jaw up too, Pyro walks over to Anya and pulls her in for a hug, and plants a kiss on her forehead.
“You’re always going to be my everything. The light to my darkness. The plaster to my cut. The forgiveness of my sins. Most of all, I love you.”
You could see how happy Anya was as she smiles ear to ear as her cheeks go red as she blushes. Pyro wasn’t the most romantic of guys but she knew he’d gone above and beyond tonight. Eventually, the hug breaks as Anya looks at her man Pyro just entranced by him. She was so in love with him and the look back Pyro was giving her, you could tell the feeling was mutual.
“You made an amazing choice of picking this dress out by the way. When you’re finished kicking the asses of the Project: Honor peasants, you could become a fashion artist.” Anya started to giggle.
“I’d be absolute fire darling.” Pyro starts to laugh too.
As Pyro and Anya were laughing, the hairdresser and make-up artist walk into the lounge. Eventually, Anya stops laughing followed by Pyro who goes back to looking all serious. Anya asks one of the ladies to take a picture of her and Pyro as they stand there waiting for her to do so.
“Thank you. I’ll just see these two lovely ladies out and I’ll be ready.”
After she’d finished talking, Anya kisses Pyro on the cheek before she heads off to show the hairdresser and make-up artist out as Pyro admired Anya’s ass on the way out with a grin on his face just like a cat getting the cream. When she’d done, she walks back into the lounge where Pyro was waiting for her.
“We have to get going to the restaurant. You’re lucky we have plans.” Pyro grins.
“Let’s go, lover. You can show me later what would’ve happened if we didn’t have plans.” She winks at him.
Both of them were finally ready and looking perfect and stunning together. Pyro takes Anya’s hand in his as they smile at each other before they leave to head off to the restaurant.
TO BE CONTINUED...
“Nothing in the universe can stop you from letting go and starting over.” - Guy Finley
AIRED FOOTAGE
UNKNOWN LOCATION
SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2021
PRE-RECORDED!!!
“It’s always the same with these people.”
We see Pyro dressed in all black, he is sitting on the concrete floor of wherever he was. His legs were crossed and there was no emotion on his face.
“No matter who I face whether it be in a singles match or not, it’s always the fire that is mentioned. If it isn’t that, it’s about how soft I’m getting or whatever. I guess you and I are watching two different shows then. Did none of you watch what I did at Dead By Daylight? The violence I bring to that ring is like nothing anyone else can bring to that ring. I’ve seen others trying to boast that they’re this and they’re that. Well, I’ve done that and worse so whatever. After people see the violence and bloodshed that I bring to the ring, they’re straight down to the priest wanting to confess their sins because of what they just witnessed. The same can’t be said about The Massacre though. Lazarus and Charon, two men that wish they could be as violent and deadly as me. You can keep trying to be as good as me all you like, it isn’t going to get you far. I’m the face of violence around here, I’ll set you on fire just because I want to. I don’t need a reason for what I do. Unlike Arik Holt, if I was to stab someone, I’d make sure to do it properly. Lazarus and Charon, you’re both merely just the Arik Holt’s of this Tag Tournament. You’re all hype but when it comes to getting the job done, you’re no Fire And Ice.”
Shaking his head, Pyro looks up at the camera. You can see the hurt and pain within his eyes as he sits there just staring into the camera.
“Lazarus and Charon should be concentrating on not making Fallout look like a laughing stock more than trying to be something they’re not. For some reason, my Tag Partner Julius Fairweather seems to think you’re the team we should be worried about. I respect Julius a lot, a lot more than I respect two nobodies who’ve just walked their way into a match that is important for Fallout. Trust me, don’t let Fallout down or you’ll not only be losing the Tag Tournament because of Fire And Ice but you’ll be on the receiving of another ass-kicking. That’s if you make it to the final to join Fire And Ice as Julius believes. Myself, I couldn’t care less if it was you or not who made it to the final. Julius and I at Night Of Chaos made short work of Steel and Venom along with making short work of Rulers Of The Underground too. I hope for your sakes Lazarus and Charon that you don’t believe that there is nothing to me other than fire. You’ll be mistaken and it’d prove how dumb you both are too. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last that I prove wrong. I’m happy for you to believe that there is nothing else to me other than that. It just means that you won’t be expecting the ass-kicking that is coming your way. Forget calling yourselves The Massacre. There is going to be a fucking massacre especially if you’re good enough to get to face Fire And Ice. There is no doubt that Julius and I as a team are a force to be reckoned with and the favorites to win. You know the Tag Tournament is a fucking farce when the only other team to worry about is The Massacre.”
Still sitting on the concrete with his legs crossed, Pyro brings his hands up in front of him and shoots a Fireball up into the air. As the fire disappears it turns into ice that starts to fall in front of Pyro who has a sadistic smirk on his face.
“What I’m capable of is above and beyond any means of any person on this planet. I had a meeting with the devil and when I was done with him, he went back down to hell crying his fucking eyes out. What you all need to understand is that if The Massacre is the only team that is of any worry to Julius and me, we’re about to knock Legacy’s record of holding them out of the park motherfucker. Being that Julius and I are the faces of Fallout in this Tag Tournament, we’re not going to let the brand down. We’re walking away as the Tag Champions. After Night Of Honor, I’ll be a Double Champion when I walk away with the Noble Championship. So all those outsiders that have entered this Tag Tournament hoping to win, just know you’re here just to make up the numbers. They were going to just hand Julius and me the Tag Titles because we’re the only worthy Tag Team in Project: Honor. The only thing is though, neither of us is Kayla Richards or Lance Williams. We’d rather earn them and give out some ass-kicking's while we do so. I was going to say I hope none of you rage quit, bitch or complain when Julius and I win. If I say that though I’d be lying to myself and everyone else. I want to see people rage quit, I want to see them bitching but most of all I want to see them realizing that I was right when I said Fire And Ice were going to win.”
Pausing for a moment, Pyro finally gets up to his feet as the camera follows his every move. Now on his feet, Pyro pulls out a large combat knife as you see the camera back off as the cameraman backs away. Pyro just starts laughing as he puts his left hand out showing his palm to the camera. With the large combat knife in his right hand, Pyro cuts across the palm of his left hand. You could see how much the sick and twisted Pyro was enjoying it. The blood from his hand dripping to the floor as Pyro brings the knife up to his mouth and licks the blood off it. Once he’d done that, Pyro places the combat knife back into the sheath he had attached around his waist.
“None of you ever believe me when I tell you that I am the craziest person alive and to ever have lived. Look at how that blood runs so freely from my hand. Instead of being in pain or worrying as you mongrels would be, I enjoy every moment of this. Just know whether it’s your blood I spill or mine, every moment of it will be for my pleasure. Most of you feel alive after drinking coffee, drinking energy drinks, or if you’re JÖRMUNGANDR sniffing cocaine. It’s common knowledge that The Heritage is the ones who are sharing the needles for their heron because after all, they’re siblings, duh!”
A shake of the head says it all as the eye-roll happens too. Whether it was true statements or not, it was the views of Pyro and he didn’t care if you agreed or not. I’m sure if you wrote him a complaint letter he’ll use it to start a fire somewhere.
“I could stand here and go on forever about stuff that may well be reality or may well not be. The only thing is that you create your reality so it might well be a reality to me and not to you. The only reality that is a fact though is that come to the end of Collision Course, Julius and I will be Tag Champions. Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away. Just know that applies to the end of Collision Course. All of you can stop believing in whatever you want, just know when you do, the fact that Fire And Ice are Project: Honor Tag Team Champions won’t go away. This is a new beginning for Fire And Ice and myself too. Soon enough I will prove yet again that I’m not a one-trick pony. You know, something that I’ve proved before but people are too moronic to accept or remember. After Collision Course you’re not going to be able to not accept or remember. Since I’ve stepped into Project: Honor I’ve been underestimated and looked at as just the freak who is all about fire. I don’t know how many times I have to show you that I am The Godfather of Violence, The Pharaoh of Punishment, The Boss of Bloodshed, The King of Torture, and so on. I just guess that Collision Course much like Dead by Daylight is just another lesson for those who are uneducated or too busy fingering their asshole to act educated.”
Starting to walk around the dark and empty place where he was, the cameraman hasn’t taken his eyes off Pyro as he follows his movements at a safer and further away distance.
“I hurt people because I can. I make people suffer because I can. It’s what I do because I can. I shouldn’t have to keep proving myself to people. It seems that there hasn’t been enough bloodshed or punishment for you all to have seen. That’s fine, I’m happy to oblige and bring more. Just don’t complain when I’m peeling back your skin just to grab the bone from your arm to be the fuck out of you with. Don’t be surprised when you’re getting the news that I’ve ended your career. Don’t come complaining to me when I’ve gone too far. None of you were smart enough to see how dangerous I am. That or just choosing not to accept how dangerous I am. At Collision Course, none of you are going to be able to avoid what I’m capable of. You should all be scared of what is coming. You want me to unleash the monster that is within me. It’s not some dramatized bullshit like The Evil Within we got from Mark Hunter. I’m not here to make anyone else happy. I’m here to hurt people, to make them suffer, and to make sure that I’m the reason they’re not only physically damaged but mentally damaged too.”
The cameraman comes to a stop when he notices where they finally are. It’s only the altar and the cross on the wall above it that help him realize. They were in an abandoned church or what seemed to be an abandoned church anyway.
“Shinguard no Tinsel, The Ass-ache, Rulers of the Shit-house, Jägerbomb, Seal and Veal, Alien Antithesis Farm, The Brothers of Incest, The Phantom Poopers, and The Fart-age. As you can see that I’m in a place of worship. One that fortunately isn’t in use anymore. The things that went on here were extremely unspeakable of. I remember as a kid coming here from one of the orphanages I was in before it got burned to the ground because of an accident. The reason I was told I was here was to get an exorcism. Apparently, I had the devil in me but they were so wrong. Whatever is wrong with me is a lot worse and some exorcism didn’t help. In fact, it leads to an accident. As you can guess the church caught fire, they never did find out who it was. This place was for some reason saved from burning to ashes. Just know that, unlike this place, come Collision Course, I’m going to leave everything in ashes. I’m going to burn everything to the fucking ground. Whatever it takes, I’m going to do it to make sure that Julius and I walk away with the Tag Team Championships. I could’ve started this whole thing off by starting with just one of you and telling you what was going to happen. Follow that up by addressing each one of the teams one by one. You see, I didn’t do that because I’m not generic or predictable and not all of the teams in this tournament deserve that honor. You will get everything you do deserve though at Collision Course. You can tell me all this dumb stuff how you’re going to bring a fire extinguisher and put out the fire. That or you’ll be the reason the fire stops burning or whatever. Don’t waste your time, honestly, it really fucking bores me hearing the same old shit from you. It doesn’t matter what you bring or what you say you’re going to do. The fire within me isn’t going to be put out, it’s an eternal flame that will never stop burning. I’ll see you all at Collision Course where everything is going to be nothing but a motherfucking nightmare for you.”
The time for talking was done, Pyro had other intentions in mind as he picks up a jerry can that conveniently was already there. Undoing the jerry can, Pyro leans in smelling the fuel as a sick smirk appears on his face. The cameraman is unsure of what to do as he gets as far away from Pyro as he can. Pyro starts to tip the fuel everywhere inside of the abandoned church as his spine chilling laughter echoes throughout it. Eventually, Pyro has managed to empty the entire jerry can of fuel throughout the church. The cameraman has already found a way out as he continues to record from outside the church. He is unable to see what Pyro is doing now but he sees the church go up in flames. The flames overtake the church rather quickly as the cameraman starts to panic. Pyro was still inside but eventually, even through the smoke you can make out the shadow of a person. Pyro comes walking out of the abandoned church that is now engulfed in flames. Standing there watching it burn, Pyro turns to the cameraman demanding him to come closer.
“I’d just like to say that no illegal activities are going on. I told the owner of the place they could send the bill for any damages to Rock Johnson.”
With that, Pyro just walks off leaving the cameraman there. The cameraman keeps the camera on the burning building as he watched Pyro walk off out of sight.
“I don’t get paid enough for this shit!”
With that said, the screen eventually goes blank when the cameraman manages to turn the camera off.
