Post by Pyro on Jan 26, 2021 5:30:58 GMT -5
“I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on my pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything”
It's strange.
How hollow I feel...
It's like those chocolate bunnies people used to buy around the time of Easter.
A sweet shell encapsulating a world of nothing.
I'm like that.
I encapsulate a world of nothing.
I destroy everything and everyone around me.
One day I have everything…
The next day, it’s all gone.
Is that what my life has become?
Unaired Footage
Sanford, Florida
January 24th, 2021
Time - 11:00pm
The room around the hooded figure looked like a bomb had hit it. Smashed glass everywhere with a thick red liquid over it which looked like blood. The stench in the air was of fuel, enough to make you choke if you inhaled it and enough to probably bring the place down with everything around it. The hooded figure was sitting on the floor, with the destruction around him, with a box of matches sitting on the floor beside him, another small squared box too, a bottle of Jack Daniels in his right hand and a piece of paper in his left hand.
As he sat there, he stared directly at the piece of paper taking swigs from the bottle of whiskey as he did. Whatever was on that piece of paper seemed to be serious as evident from the complete carnage around him. Placing the bottle of whiskey onto the floor beside him, next to the small squared box and the box of matches, he uses his right hand to slide the hood of his jacket off. This reveals that the hooded figure was Pyro, the only source of light in the room being from the roaring fire on the other side of the room. Pyro once again picks the bottle of whiskey up, not at all taking his emotionally drained eyes off the note as he does.
“Why?” That’s all he can muster up to say.
No idea who he was speaking to or what it was about but he now focuses on the note and it’s all we get to see as he continues to swig from the bottle of whiskey.
Dear Sameal,
I’m sure by now you realize that Annabelle and I had to leave.
Please do not try to find us. We won’t be coming back and it would be best to save our daughter the heartache. We’ll be okay and things are better this way. I’m sure in time you’ll understand that and you’re probably asking yourself why. I wish I had an answer for that, one that would explain everything I’m feeling right now. Just know that I used to love you. Annabelle and I are safe, and as you’ll understand I cleared the joint account out for me and our daughter. You just focus on yourself, we don’t need protecting anymore, we’ll be okay. Annabelle loves you, I just feel she needs to grow up in a normal atmosphere. What we had is what I thought I wanted, but as you’ve probably figured out by now, it isn’t and it hasn’t been for some time. Take care of yourself.
Magdalena
“What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end.”
Unaired Footage
Sanford, Florida
January 24th, 2021
Time - 11:30pm
Now focused back in the room, Pyro gets to his feet with the bottle of Jack Daniels still in hand. Tears were streaming down his face which was covered in dried blood as were his hands too. He stumbles as he screws the note up and puts it into his pocket before picking the matches up and the small squared box and also places them in his pocket. He then stumbled over towards the roaring fire, still with eyes streaming down his face as he did. Once Pyro reached the fire, he grabbed the crumpled up note from his pocket, opening it to look at it once again.
“It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault!” Every time he said it, the venom was more and more deadly in his words.
Screwing the note up once more, Pyro throws it onto the fire before letting out a loud, ear-piercing roar as he throws the bottle of Jack Daniels to the floor. The smashed bottle sends shards of glass flying everywhere, the same with what little of the whiskey was left in the bottle. He grabbed the small squared box from his pocket and opened it to reveal Magdalena’s engagement and wedding ring.
“FUCK LOVE, FUCK THIS AND FUCK EVERYTHING!!!” He shouts as he throws the box onto the fire.
As Pyro stands there watching the box burn on the fire, he wipes away his tears and after he has, a sick and horrifying grin appears upon his face. He pulls the matches out from his pocket, his eyes red from the tears but at the same time full of anger and hatred.
“I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.” His spine chilling laughter echoes throughout the destroyed room.
Sliding the matchbox open, Pyro takes a match out of it, the smell of fuel still ripe in the air like a fresh fart. He strikes the match but it doesn’t light the first time so he has to do it again. Now the match was alight, the anger and hatred were still clear to see in his eyes and the terrifying smile still on his face.
“I HATE YOU!” Pyro blows the match out and throws it onto the fire.
Walking away from the fire, all you hear is the crunch of the glass beneath him as he walks over it. He stops after a few steps, staring at nothing for a moment before he turns back and the heat of the flames is nearly overwhelming. He reaches in, ignoring the pain as he rummages in the debris before pulling out something that’s glowing red-hot. He steps back, bouncing it on his palm a moment to let it cool, ignoring the charring on his jacket as he looks down at the misshapen lump that used to be his wife’s wedding set. The rings are fused into a blob now, barely recognizable but as the metal cools, he slips it into his pocket, deciding to keep it as a reminder.
He surveyed the destruction with a sense of satisfaction, that open matchbox still in his hands. His hands were still covered in blood, clearly his own blood which he’d wiped on his face, both of which were dry. The tears that had fallen from his face had smeared some of the dry blood when he wiped the tears away. Pyro grabs the scary clown looking mask that hung on the wall, the same one he was wearing in his Twitter profile picture and header.
“Time to burn all these memories away, nothing to lose now, it’s just me, me and my thoughts.” Once he's finished talking, he slides the mask over his face before pulling the hood up over his head too.
Putting his hands into the hoodie pockets, he pulls out some gloves and puts them on, switching over which hands the matches were in as he did each glove. Now he was prepared and ready, once again it takes him a couple of times to strike the match alight. He walks towards the open door before looking back and flicking the match into the fuel soaked room. Pyro stood there looking at the place go up, watching all the happy and loved filled memories he had in the family home go up in smoke.
Sneaking off into the darkness, Pyro sits on a wall far enough away to be out of sight of anyone but still close enough to see the house engulfed in flames. It feels like forever that he was sitting there as he saw the house start to collapse as the flames raged on more and more. This was an end to ever loving anyone and the beginning of a more dangerous Pyro. As the Fire Department and Police turn up, Pyro admires his work once more before strolling off into the darkness, a new, deadly and dangerous psychotic man.
“If it hurts it’s probably doing you good. If it’s pleasant, it’s most likely wrong.” - John Graves
Aired Footage
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
January 25th, 2021
Time - 10:00am
Well after what happened the night before, Pyro had obviously cleaned up and was smart enough to pack what he needed before the whole burning his home down ordeal. He’d just headed to the airport and managed to find somewhere out of the way there to catch some sleep before his flight. He was now in Montreal, Quebec, Canada where on 1/28/21 he had a match on Fallout. It wasn’t just any match, but an Inferno Match, a specialty of his, and no matter what has happened, he is extremely excited. Not only that, he had nothing to lose now, he was back to being alone, on his own, just like old times, at his most dangerous.
The hands that had been burned of his from reaching into the fire last night were wrapped up in bandages. This wasn’t for any other reason than he didn’t want people asking him questions, he just wanted to be left alone. Especially when he’d arrived at the hotel he was staying in while in Montreal. As he laid on the bed in his hotel room, on the bed beside him he had that misshapen lump that used to be his wife’s wedding set. It just looked like a blob of metal with a lopsided hole in the middle of it. He grabs his silver chain from the cabinet beside the bed, undoing the clasp. Luckily the hole was big enough for the chain to go through, therefore he put the chunk of metal that was once his wife's rings onto the chain.
Once Pyro has done that, he puts the chain around his neck and does the clasp upon it. Pyro was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, so he got up out of bed before throwing on his denim dungarees. While in the process, he grabbed his favorite t-shirt, the one with several different horror villains on before doing the straps up on the dungarees. Sitting back down on the bed, he grabs a pair of black socks and slides them on too.
“New day, new start!” He says getting to his feet and looking into the mirror on the hotel wall.
Walking over to the mirror, Pyro holds the melted metal that was attached to his chain and instead of sadness, he had a horror villain style grin on his face. “This here, this is a reminder to never fucking let people get close to me again. Love… That’s not an emotion I’ll ever allow myself to feel again. Every time I need a reminder, all I have to do is look at this ugly thing on my chain around my neck.” Pausing for a moment, Pyro tucks it underneath his shirt. He then heads over to the chair in the hotel room, making sure that his emotionless eyes are focused on the camera which a fiery stare that would burn straight through you.
“Firstly I’d like to welcome you all to Project Pyro, I am Fallout’s Nightmare and The Messiah Of Fire. You may have thought I was bad before, but now things have got a whole lot more dangerous. Seems my wife thinks she and our daughter are better off away from me, and maybe they’re. You see, they were the reason I had a heart and now that has gone. I have nothing else to lose, only an idiot would underestimate a man who has nothing to lose.
Talking of idiots, I’m facing one in the Headliner on the first Fallout, Mr. John Nash. A man who in his own words, honestly doesn’t care that it’s an Inferno Match. That he doesn’t want title shots, doesn’t care if I set him on fire or not, and don’t give a fuck if he wins or not. Hm… I smell a lot of bullshit coming from the Brothers of Mayhem MC member. For someone who is meant to be this big and bad outlaw biker, you do act like a little pussy a lot. When you step in that ring with me John, you won’t have any of the Brothers of Mayhem MC members to help you, or even any of The Strader family.
I’m going to let you know something John, you’re not as good as you think you’re, you’re not as gangster as you think you’re either and if by any chance someone tries to come to your aid, they’ll burn alongside you. I don’t care if it’s your sister, niece, mother, or even grandmother, I’ll burn all them a-fucking-live too. I’ll stand there inhaling that beautiful smile of burning flesh, taking great pleasure in yours or theirs screams for help only to stop anyone who even thinks about helping you. I may have been an accommodating guy before, but things have changed John. As I’ve already mentioned, I have nothing to lose, I’m going out there though with everything to gain though.”
The determination and focus are clear to hear in Pyro’s words. He isn’t about to let anything stop him from getting what he wants.
“Big, bad John… It wouldn’t matter if this wasn’t a qualifier for a title or not, I’d still care and I’d still walk out there at Fallout with the same intent to burn you a-fucking-live. It’s just the way I am, and the way I’ll always be. Any chance I get to set someone on fire, I’m definitely going to take it. Just like I’m going to take the win and go on to win the Prime Championship. Fallout needs a Champion who cares if they win, that wants title shots, and who isn’t going to bring disgrace to that title. You’re just a moron, a coward, and just the first to Fall-Out of my way to the top of the mountain here on Fallout. Fallout doesn’t need a man like you as a Champion or even Project Honor for that matter. Look at what happened the last time you had a shot at gold, just what is going to happen at Fallout, you’ll fucking choke.
You’re part of The Strader Family though, just a long line of people who don’t seem to care or for that fact, matter at all. One thing I can assure you, whatever it takes, I’ll make sure you don’t win and that all the time you don’t care, you won’t hold a title here on Fallout. If you don’t like it John then feel free to write me a letter so it can get the same fate you’ll get at Fallout… Set on fire!!!
John… John… John… I really hope you don’t go back to the well again for that only clever move you think you have. I dare you to try and pull a gun on me. I’m not afraid of death, John. We’re on a first-name basis. I’m a man you really don’t want to do that to because as quick as you pull that gun on me, you’ll be shitting out bullets for the rest of your life. Go ahead. Do something stupid, John. Prove me right. Prove that you’re nothing more than a one-note song written by the laziest asshole to ever grace the ring.”
He pauses for a moment, staring directly into the camera’s eye.
“You wanna dance with the devil in the flames of perdition? Try me, motherfucker!”
With that, Pyro gets to his feet and grabs his black combat boots. He slides them on his feet as he tucks the trousers of the dungarees inside the boots. Once he is done, without a word or any hints at all, he leaves the hotel room, the last thing being the door shut behind him.