Post by Pyro on Dec 15, 2020 22:36:13 GMT -5
“My psychiatrist says I have a Messiah complex. But I forgave him.” - Jim Carrey
Unaired Footage
Sanford, Florida
December 15th, 2020
The room was pretty bland and boring, but it is what you’d expect for a therapist waiting room. It was quiet and empty apart from one person sitting there waiting to be seen. The person who was sitting there waiting was Pyro, he was dressed in black ripped jeans tucked into black combat-style boots, a black leather vest jacket, and a black shirt with Halloween villains on. All Pyro could focus on was the clock on the wall, the constant tick, tick, tick noise was enough to send even the sanest of people insane.
“Fucking clock!” Pyro says through gritted teeth.
Brilliant! Now Pyro was talking out loud to himself. Then again it wasn’t anything new for him, just one of many quirky quirks he had. It was as if the ticking of the clock was getting louder and faster just to torment him. Pyro started hitting his head with his hand over and over trying to get the noise out of his head.
“Stop! Fucking stop!” Pyro was getting so frustrated right now.
Hitting his head wasn’t working for him as he got to his feet pacing up and down frantically. Louder and faster the ticking went until enough was enough and Pyro rips the clock off the wall snapping it over his knee.
“You should’ve stopped, now look what you made me do, get out of my head!” The torment in his voice could be heard.
Dropping the destroyed clock to the floor, Pyro slumped down on the floor too, his back leaning against the chairs as he did. His head was in his hands as he started muttering to himself as the therapist's door opened.
“Sameal Eville, is everything okay?” The therapist says in a worried tone.
“PYRO… IT’S FUCKING PYRO!!!” The shouting from Pyro startling the therapist.
Slowly getting up to his feet, Pyro picked the broken clock up and passed it to the weary therapist who takes it from him.
“Put that on my bill.” Pyro calmly says as he walks past the therapist into the room.
The therapist follows Pyro into the room, still with the broken clock in his hands as he closes the door behind him. Pyro took a seat in that long weird chair you always seem to find in a therapist's room, making himself comfortable and acting as nothing had ever happened. The therapist lays the broken clock on his desk before taking a seat in his chair.
“So Sameal… I mean Pyro, how are you feeling?”
“Better than ever, you idiot!” Pyro ends it with a big smile on his face.
“What about your day?”
“Sssssmokin'!” Pyro’s grin still on his face.
The therapist was writing notes down on his pad he had in his hand as he observed Pyro’s behavior. Pyro just continued to sit there with a damn crazy looking grin on his face.
“Are you still friends with fire?”
“Somebody Stop Me!” Pyro’s laughter was spine chilling.
“Are you taking this seriously Pyro or just wasting my time?” The therapist was getting a little annoyed and it was starting to show.
“Look at that! It's exactly three seconds before I honk your nose and pull your underwear over your head.” Pyro gets to his feet, not breaking eye contact with the therapist at all.
“Sameal Eville… Sit down please, do I need to call security?” The tone of the therapist's voice now was stern.
“SiT dOwN pLeAsE!” Pyro mocked as he did sit down. “Do not… And I repeat… Do not call me that. My name is PYRO!!!”
Shaking his head and writing notes down, the therapist clearly isn’t as happy as Pyro seems with his display.
“Let’s just be serious. You clearly were angry when I walked out into the waiting area and the clock here was on the receiving end of it, why?”
“You want to be serious? Do you want to get into my head? You can’t handle what’s inside of my head, nobody can!!!” It’s like a switch had gone off in Pyro’s head because he was no longer calm. “That clock got what it deserved. The constant tick, tick, tick. It had to stop, I had to stop it. Just be grateful my friend fire didn’t want me to burn it, I’d have done it, I’d have burned the whole place down.”
Not saying a word, the therapist continues to write down notes on his pad. This frustrates Pyro more.
“Am I some animal to you? Someone you think you can study and understand? You can’t understand me, no one can.”
“Pyro, please try to calm yourself, remember the breathing techniques we went through.”
“I wish I could breathe fire. How cool would that be?”
“Cool? It’d be very hot and fiery don’t you think?” The therapist tried a joke to lighten the mood, albeit a terrible one at that.
That does get a laugh from Pyro who seems to once again be calm. “Hot and fiery, that’s two of the reasons I married my wife.”
“How are your wife and daughter Pyro?” The therapist was trying to focus on something that’d keep Pyro calm.
“Well, they see me as a Messiah, just how everyone should see me. If the two people who matter to me most in life see me that way, it won’t be long before everyone else does.”
While Pyro was back to grinning like the Cheshire Cat, the therapist used the distraction to quickly scribble some more notes down.
“That doesn’t answer my question though does it Pyro?”
“My wife and daughter are fine. They’re the reason I still come to these shitty meetings.” Pyro laughed.
“So is there anything else you’d like to tell me or talk about?”
“Well, I have my second match in Project Honor and it’s party time! P-A-R-T-WhY? Because I gotta!” Pyro gets up from lounging on the chair and sits on the edge of it. “I think I’ve had enough for today, same time next week?”
“Fine with me, hopefully, you’ll be in a better mindset next week.”
“Better mindset? My mindset is insanely amazing and you know it.”
The therapist joints down some more notes as he just nods at Pyro. Pyro gives a nod back in acknowledgment as he gets up and leaves the therapist's room and closes the door behind him.
“I need an alcoholic drink!”
Then Pyro told the world, "I am the Messiah Of Fire!" - Pyro 3:16
Aired Footage
Sanford, Florida
December 15th, 2020
There was nothing fancy about the setting, Pyro was just sitting in a rocking chair, the only source of light is a lamp beside him on a little wooden table. The only other thing on the table was what looked like a Whiskey on the rocks. Pyro was dressed in denim overalls with only one of the straps done up. The other strap was undone, enough to show that he was wearing a black t-shirt with some band logo on it from what it seemed.
“So I was right about most things about Aiden Reynolds, but I honestly didn’t expect him to give me credit where credit was due, so for that I thank you. What I don’t thank you for though is those damn horror puns of yours. I’ll admit I did manage to smile at some of them or maybe that was just wind. My wife had just made the best barbecue food ever, and no it wasn't shrimp before you ask.
I’m not sorry about anything I said about you Aiden, but let me just say, I’m not underestimating you at all. I know we’ll go out there at Unbreakable Resolution and steal the damn show, we’re both capable of it. I will tell you now too, I wasn’t a fan of you trying to accuse me on Twitter of copying Cuntessa as you put it. I can honestly sit here and say, I don’t know what she has said and don’t really care about what she has had to say either. Just know that everything I said was all my own words, I don’t feel the need to copy anyone, but they can feel free to copy me because imitation is a form of flattery right?”
Picking the glass up from the table, Pyro takes a swig of the whiskey keeping a straight face as he does. He licks his lips as he places the glass down from where he’d picked it up from on the table.
“Go one on one with The Horror King? Do you not pay attention? I’m “The Messiah Of Fire” Pyro “The Nightmare” that you can’t escape. I hope you remember that because if you don’t, I’d happily brand it on your fucking skin dipshit. Enough of the insults, just for a moment anyway because give credit where credit is due like I was going to earlier before I waffled on and on about something else. Kind of like I am now, but yes, you’re definitely not someone to take lightly and someone I will not be.
Alex Kincaid was a different matter, he was just someone Project Honor wanted to be disposed of, so I kindly did just that, I took out the trash. When we’re face to face in that ring, it’s going to be brutal and fun. I’m going to enjoy every moment of it, win or lose, I know we’re going to put on a show, but I truly believe enough in myself to believe I’ll be able to beat you. I know you’re going to put up one hell of a fight and that is what excites me more, I didn’t get the fight I wanted in my first match, but I know I will at Unbreakable Resolution.”
Once again Pyro picks his whiskey up from the table and has a swig of it before again placing it back down onto the table.
“I’m only going to warn you this once Aiden, even attempt to cut my hair, I’m going to go fetch my ax, skin you and keep your skin as a God damn trophy, do you hear me?”
Clearly worked up about it, Pyro pauses for a moment picking his whiskey up and taking another swig from it before placing it back done onto the table.
“My hair took a lot of patience and hard work to become what it is today, you and others can make as many jokes as you like about it, I don’t care. What I do care about though is if someone threatens to cut it, because if they even try it, once I’ve skinned them like I said I would, I’ll send their bones to their loved one just to get pleasure out of their reaction. You may think that this is just an act but it isn’t, this is who I am, it’s a way of life for me. I don’t just have a love for fire, fire is my best friend, fire is what’s inside me, I earned the name Pyro. I didn’t wake up one day and think it’d be a cool name, it’s who I am and what I am.
It doesn’t matter whether you can accept me for who I am or what I am either, all that matters is that I’m going to unleash this burning fire within me at Unbreakable Resolution. Once unleashed, you won’t be able to control it, no one can mate. Many have tried to control me, but they’ve all failed to do so. Call me unhinged, psycho, insane or whatever other labels you want, it is who I am and what I am.”
Pyro looks at the whiskey as he picks it up and smirks before he downs the rest of it. That’s when his demeanor changes and he crushes the glass in his hand. The glass cuts his hand as the blood starts to pour out and drip onto the floor. Glancing down at it, the sickest and most twisted smirk appears upon his face.
“Blood… I’m willing to shed as much blood in that ring as it takes, whether it be my own or your blood Aiden. I got told that I needed to focus on you, my opponent. Don’t you worry your sexy Australian ass, I’m focused purely on you and only you. Bring that lube with you, it’ll help your ass when I pound it so fucking hard you’ll be screaming for mommy.
That… That just slipped out… I wanted to end my promo strong…
Ooops!”
Blood continues to drip on the floor as Pyro rocks forward and back in the rocking chair, his disturbing laughter echoing around the room.
