Pyro's Nightmare: Emotions

UNAIRED FOOTAGE
SANFORD, FLORIDA
MARCH 16TH, 2021



Dressed smarter than usual, Pyro was off to meet his new caseworker, social worker, whatever she was called. Pyro was far from happy about it, this was his NIGHTMARE, having to go talk about his EMOTIONS!!!

He actually looked somewhat normal as he walked down the streets of Sanford, Florida as he passed by people. Pyro was shocked because usually, people would avoid him because he looked like some scary hillbilly villain from a horror movie. Whereas today, he’d decided to make the effort just for this meeting he had to go to, as his job depended on it. As people passed him by they were smiling at him and some were shocked to actually see that he didn’t appear to be the scary guy he portrays himself to be.

As he continued on his walk down the street, he passed by the stores but came to a stop outside a toy store. Something catches his eyes as he stops to rub his eyes believing that he is seeing things. He can’t help but walk into the store and walks up to what has caught his eyes as he taps on the shoulder of the child.

“Annabelle, is that you?” You could hear Pyro had a lump in his throat.

The little girl turns around and sees Pyro standing there as she screams at the top of her voice causing everyone to turn and look at Pyro. He was like a deer in headlights, he wasn’t sure whether to run away or just standstill. He was so sure it was his daughter Annabelle but why would she still be in Sanford?

She wasn’t still in Sanford, his ex-wife Magdalena wasn’t that stupid especially if she actually did believe that Pyro was as dangerous as she claimed him to be. The little girl's mother rushes over to her daughter taking hold of her hand. Pyro had chosen to just stand still, after all, he hadn’t done anything wrong, it was just a case of mistaken identity.

“Woah! Um… I… Well…” For the first time, Pyro was unsure what to say.

All eyes were still on Pyro now as the security guard made his way over to see what the problem was. Pyro holds his hands up and backs away showing he was of no threat, especially to a little girl. “I’m sorry. I… I thought she was my daughter Annabelle. I… Well… I need to be someone, sorry.”

As he turned around the security guard checked on the mother and daughter who were now walking away from Pyro who had his back to them now. Pyro manages to get to the door before someone shouts out “Yeah, walk away creep!”

Turning on the spot, Pyro looked back to see who said it. “Something to say? I dare you to come and say it to my face.” Yet, no one said anything, it was like the soft soul of Pyro that we saw a short glimpse of was no longer in there. It was like a dark shadow was cast over him as he tried to find out who could’ve said it.

Looking around the toy store, he couldn’t have been sure who had seen it but he saw the faces of the children looking back at him. All of them looked like Annabelle with their sad and sorrow-filled eyes looking at him. Pyro shakes his head trying to get the image of his daughter out as he now closes his eyes. When he opens his eyes again, he still sees his daughter's face looking at him now crying.

“I… I… Have to go.” He was clearly going crazy. Crazier than he normally was. It was as if someone was punishing him.

Everyone in the store was confused and scared as Pyro just scurried off out of the toy store and around the corner of it. Once he was out of sight, he just collapsed in a heap onto the floor, his back leaning against the wall, his knees bending up to his chest and his face buried in his arms. It was as if the world was out to get him and everyone in it too as he just tried to shut the world out around him.

As people passed him, they just rolled their eyes or shrugged it off that he was there, putting it down as just a drunken moron or a tramp. Pyro has been accused of both several times but he actually wasn’t either. In this case, he was having a breakdown and when he got like this, it often ended up in absolute chaos and carnage. He hasn’t even had his first session yet and he is already breaking down. Maybe his therapist Jack and Rock Johnson were right, maybe he did need help. It was clear to see right now that he needed help, he finally lifted his head up, looking at the streets of Sanford.

“I will not be at the mercy of my emotions!” He says getting to his feet.

Standing there, Pyro starts to brush himself off, as people just continued to get on with their day as they passed him. Looking at his watch, Pyro could see that he didn’t have long to get to his meeting and that he’d better hurry up. He heads off down the street, still struggling to get his wits about him as he does. All he knows is if this is how bad he is going to be before the meeting, during it, he was going to struggle a whole lot more.

Finally arriving, Pyro heads into the building and approaches the female receptionist who greets him with a smile. “The name is Pyro. I’m here to see Anya Brendon, she is expecting me.” Once he's finished talking the receptionist gets on the phone.

“Hello Anya, I have Pyro here to see you.” Once the receptionist was done on the phone she put it down. “Anya said to send you right through, she is in her office. You walk to the end of the hall and you’ll see it on the right, you’ll know which one as her name is on the door.”

The receptionist smiles at Pyro who just nods before heading down to the end of the hall.

Once Pyro was at the end of the hall, he saw the door with Anya’s name on it and stood there sighing. It takes Pyro a couple of seconds before he knocks on the door and waits to be invited in.

“Come on in Pyro.” The soft-spoken voice of Anya calls out.

Pyro enters the room to see Anya Brendon sitting behind her desk as he closes the door behind him. “You were serious then?” Pyro looks at her desk not seeing a coffee at all there for him.

“As I told you on Twitter, this isn’t a café, so you should learn to use that coffee machine over there.” Anya pointed over to the coffee machine as she picked her cup up and sipped her drink.

Just standing there looking at her Pyro just laughs. “I see how it is.” He ends over to the coffee machine pressing a few buttons, only the machine doesn’t work and this frustrates Pyro. “Stupid fucking machine!” Pyro turned around to see Anya just sitting there sipping her coffee before turning back around and looking at the machine. When he notices that the machine wasn’t even on, this frustrates him even more as he goes to punch it.

“We have none of that here Pyro!” Anya says, causing Pyro to stop the punch mid-motion and drop his arm to his side.

“This machine is trying to make me look stupid and I don’t like it.” Pyro sighs before pushing the power button followed by the coffee button as the machine starts to work. “See, all it takes is a bit of patience.” She says as he glances over at her to be greeted by a smile.

The coffee was done now as he heads over to the desk putting his cup down on it before making himself comfortable in the chair.

“Instead of enjoying yourself watching me struggle with that stupid coffee machine, you could’ve helped you know.” He says in a snarky tone.

“I’m not here to help you make coffee, I’m here to get to the route of your emotions and work on helping you deal with them.” Anya replies, placing her cup down onto her desk.

Not saying a word, Pyro just stares at her with his icy cold eyes. It was clear by Pyro’s body language he didn’t want to be here.

“Anya, you do realize that I’m only here because of my therapist and Rock Johnson, fuck both of them guys!” Pyro’s tone was full of anger and hatred.

“Why the anger and hate for them? They’re just doing their job. The moment you create an unsafe work environment, you put Mister Johnson's product in danger. So like it or not, till you fix the attitude- you are stuck with me.” Anya is taking notes down as she speaks.

“Well I’m trying to just do my job too, yet Rock Johnson threatens exactly that. Not only that, he allows an interviewer to mention my daughter and ask me questions. He should be thankful I didn’t choke the life out of the interviewer. Everyone is so quick to bring my daughter into stuff but even quicker to punish me for reacting to it. Rock Johnson is lucky I like my job and want to keep it or I’d have set him and his fucking office on fire!”

Rant over, Pyro picks his cup up and sips his coffee as Anya finishes taking some notes.

“There’s a lot of pent-up anger there and I respect the fact that it makes you angry when your daughter is being mentioned, but you can’t go around attacking everyone for it. Why does it make you so angry? What has happened to your girl to cause this reaction from you? Plus, you need to learn that burning things isn’t going to help you, talking.”

Anya watches Pyro place his cup back down onto her desk.

“I’d have thought Jack would’ve told you everything that had gone on so far. I told him everything and yet what has he done to help me? He is happy to take my money but not as happy to have me there.” Pyro pauses for a moment before continuing on. “It makes me angry when my daughter is mentioned because my ex-wife decided one day out of the blue to just up and leave and take her away from me. At the time, I was under the impression everything was alright, but clearly, she’d been planning this for a long time. It didn’t take her long to send me divorce papers after leaving. I come home to see a note and then find out that she did love me but apparently it’s better for our daughter that they did leave. MY DAUGHTER… MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE GIRL… I WILL NEVER GET TO SEE HER AGAIN!!!”

Clearly even angrier, Pyro tenses up as he can’t maintain eye contact as he looks down at the floor thinking back to the incident on the way here to see Anya.

“I’m sorry Pyro, that’s a lot for anyone to deal with. Jack has given me some information about you, but it’s all about your past. So with everything that has gone on there, I can understand why this is getting to you. Now I can’t promise you that I can get you your daughter back, but what I will promise you is that I can help you deal with that pent-up anger and emotions you have. Whatever you and I talk about stays between you and me. That's another promise I can make you. First of all, this is my job, but it is also a matter of respect. However, I may say things and ask things you won’t like, but all of this happens for a reason.” Anya starts looking at her notes.

Having had time to listen, Pyro lets out a sigh looking up at Anya who looks up from her notes, as for the first time Pyro makes eye contact with her. It was clear that Pyro had been crying even if he didn’t want to admit it but Anya wasn’t stupid and knew exactly what he’d been doing.

“How do I know you won’t abandon me too? There’s only been one person who hasn’t and I’ve been a fool and not seen them since this happened. I’m not even sure what’s reality right now and what isn’t, to be honest. I lost it just on my walk here to see you. I swear, I saw my daughter in the toy store. I walked up to the little girl and tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around and wasn’t my daughter I didn’t know what to do.”

It was clear to see how much his daughter meant to him in just the tone of his voice and the sorrow in his eyes.

“I was like a deer in headlights. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t, I just froze on the spot not knowing what to do or what to say. I eventually apologized when I managed to string somewhat of a sentence together. When I turned to leave I got called a creep, something I’d usually shrug off but I clearly wasn’t in the right frame of mind then again I haven't been in the right frame of mind a lot lately. I was a bit confrontational but when I saw all the kids in the store looking at me, all I saw was Annabelle’s face looking back at me. Her eyes were full of sadness and sorrow, I tried to shake the image away, closing my eyes. That didn’t work though, when I opened my eyes, all I could see was Annabelle’s face crying back at me. I just said I had to go at that point and scurried off and around the corner out of sight. That is when I collapsed to the floor, brought my knees up to my chest as my back was against the wall, and buried my face in my arms.” Pyro picks his cup up sipping on his coffee. “I’m sorry about the rant, just feels good to be able to get it off my chest finally.”

The whole time he’d been talking, Pyro and Anya hadn’t broken eye contact as she could feel the genuine emotion coming from Pyro. As he looked down to drink his coffee, she started to write down some more notes to add to the ones she already had.

“You have nothing to apologize for at all. It’s good to get things off your chest. Not releasing your emotions is going to end up hurting you or someone innocent and we both know this isn’t what you really want at all. I know you have a fascination with fire and that isn’t healthy, I can help you not be at mercy of your emotions. I can teach you to deal with your emotions, which in turn will help you to focus on what really matters, focusing on your in-ring career. Now I know it’s your job to go out there and hurt your opponents to win, but it isn’t your job to attack people who can’t defend themselves. Not even if they push your buttons Pyro. You need to choose your battles and not choose everything and everyone to battle with, that won’t win you the war.”

“My emotions are not a battle, they’ve never just been a battle. All my life I’ve been at war with them. I’ve had to deal with doing horrible things to those that I’ve loved and maybe that’s why my ex-wife decided to take our daughter away. That’s something I’ve had to battle with, that may be the only reason people abandon me, is because I’m out of control. My ex-wife clearly realized that everyone I love, I hurt in the end. My parents are dead because of me, no family wanted to adopt me, because of me. And now I’ll never see my daughter again because of me.” Pyro had never been able to talk to anyone like he was able to talk to Anya, she just made him feel at ease.

Now sitting back in the chair, Pyro took a breather as Anya finished scribbling down more notes before looking up and giving him a reassuring smile.

“Bad things happen to everyone Pyro, that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. We can’t control the actions and behavior of other people, but we got control of our own actions and behavior. That’s something only you can do, but it is something I can help advise you on. I can’t make you do anything, but I can and will advise you if you want. Now you might be here because you have to be, but it’s best if you don’t see it that way. The anger and hatred will only affect your own healing and bring you down, that’s not what you want deep down. And it’s not what I want to happen either. See this as improving yourself, building you up from rock bottom because the only way now is up. No matter what it takes we’re going to build you up.”

Anya smiles at Pyro who for the first time in this meeting responds with a smile of his own, only it’s a happy smile for a change.

“I am a bad person, once you get to know me fully you’ll understand that especially the more time you spend with me. That’s enough emotions for me today and I’m kind of hungry and in need of some food. I know a good place nearby if you’d like to go and have something to eat with me. Give you more time with me to realize how bad of a guy I am to be around.” Pyro manages to genuinely laugh.

“Fine. I’ll allow it to be enough for today but we do need to arrange another meeting. As for food, I wouldn’t say no to that, I haven’t eaten anything all day. Just let me sort out what I need to here and I’ll meet you out the front, I shouldn’t be too long.” Anya smiles at Pyro. “Okay, I’ll meet you out front.”

Getting to his feet, Pyro heads out of the door of Anya’s office, closing it behind him. The meeting hadn’t got off to a good start even before it had a chance to start. Thankfully there was something about Anya that made Pyro feel comfortable opening up to her. Making his way along the hall he gets back to the reception area taking a seat to wait for Anya to finish up doing whatever she was doing.

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AIRED FOOTAGE
SANFORD, FLORIDA
MARCH 22ND, 2021

Having finished his first meeting with his social worker Anya Brendon followed up by getting some food, Pyro was now at home. It didn’t look like it used to when it was a family home, it looked as if a bomb had hit the place. As you can tell by now that everyone had thought Pyro had set the family home on fire but clearly that hasn’t happened. When he woke up that day, he had his ex-wife's wedding and engagement ring in his hand as a melted blob of metal. That was real, whereas setting the house on fire was just a dream that he awoke from slouched in the corner of the room of the house he’d believed he’d set on fire and watch burn.

As Pyro sat at home, the only picture on the wall was of his daughter as a reminder to never give up, no matter how tough things get. He just sat there in his armchair in just a pair of torn blue denim jeans with what looked like dirty socks but were just a dirty brown-looking color. Pyro was shirtless, you could see all his battle scars, tattoos, and a necklace around his neck with the burnt wedding and engagement ring that melted into a blob on the fire. He kept it as a reminder too, unlike the reminder to never give up he gets from his daughter’s picture. This was more of a reminder that even those who love you can betray you and abandon you, that things surely couldn’t get any worse.

There was an old-looking table beside the armchair, empty bottles of beer sat on top of it along with a TV remote control too. Pyro picks the remote up, pressing the play button playing the moment Julius Fairweather hits him with The Royale With Cheese. Once Pyro had watched, he rewinds it again, only to watch Julius hit him again. God knows how long he has been sitting here doing that as yet again he rewinds it to watch it again. This must go on for at least nine to ten times before Pyro pauses it on Julius Fairweather holding the Prime Championship in hand looking down at him.

“MOTHERFUCKER!!!” Pyro shouts out of nowhere. “I bet you think you’re hot shit don’t you Julius. Well, you think like that all you like, I’ll just scoop you up, put you in a bag, set you on fire, knock on Rock Johnson’s office door, and hope that blue waffle looking asshole stamps on it to put out the fire. You’ve not only attacked me with The Royale With Cheese but at The Crowning, you kicked a shard of fucking glass into my face. As much as I loved the pain and the sight of blood, even if it was my own, I still owe you a double-ass kicking. Not only did you add another scar to my collection, but you also couldn’t make the most of what you did either could you?” Pyro begins to laugh as his finger runs over the barely visible scar now.

“Of course you didn’t, you’re an absolute shit bag who got eliminated in the Wargames before me. It doesn’t matter that I then went and got eliminated because I lasted longer than you even after you kicked that shard of glass into my face. You see that’s the difference between you and me, I was born to be a monster whereas you even if you tried to act like one would be like Samuel L. Jackson as Jules in Pulp Fiction… Average at best!” Looking at the TV screen, it was still paused on Julius holding the Prime Championship as Pyro just shakes his head as he puts the remote control down on the table.

“People are going to hate me for that comparison and saying that Samuel L. Jackson as Jules in Pulp Fiction is average at best. Well… I don’t give a fuck about their opinion, they might be entitled to it but I’d rather they write it down on paper, hand me that piece of paper and watch me just burn it seeing their opinion go up in flames. That sounds pretty much how I’d enjoy this match going, to be honest, one of you going up in flames. It doesn’t even matter if it’s Drago Santiago, Contessa Floran or Julius Fairweather goes up in flames, just that it’s one of you, my preference would be all three of you but meh, it’s whatever.”

Looking at the table, Pyro is happy when he sees that he has a couple of beers left as he grabs one of them from the table. He takes the bottle lid off with his teeth not even caring if it was just a twist lid or not. He gulps down half of the bottle of beer, wiping his mouth with his other hand still with the bottle of beer in the other.

“I’ve told you before Julius but I’m going to tell you again, The F Word sucks, it’s all about The Edge with James Edgebrook. My boy Edgebrook is going to prove to you why The Edge is the superior show before you step into the Prime Championship match and get embarrassed for a second time that night when “The Messiah Of Fire” Pyro becomes the guy to win the Prime Championship. I’d say I’m sorry about your bad luck but I’d be lying, I’m not sorry that I’m the only one good enough to take that Prime Championship from Drago Santiago, and I’m definitely not sorry either that Contessa and you can do absolutely nothing about it.” Finishing off the beer, Pyro places the empty one along with the others. Grabbing his last beer, he opens it exactly the same way, spitting the lid into the bin on the other side of the room.

“Contessa Floran… Oblivion's Crush, and The Girl With The Death Wish… You should count your lucky stars you beat me in our previous meeting in the ring. Hold onto and cherish that win you do have because it’s the last one you’re going to have. As pretty as you look, I wouldn’t expect that to be the case after this match. I have so much to prove out there, not only against Drago, Julius, and you but everyone else who doubts me. After all, my record isn’t the best but you can trust me when I say I need this more than anyone and when I need something, I’m going to have it no matter how many broken bodies I have to leave behind. Contessa, you’re just going to be just another victim of mine, maybe Drago, Julius and you can say hello to Dex if you see him where I send you. It’s rather funny how when I do win, my opponents after are nowhere to be seen. Some might say they’re dead… Are they dead though?” Pyro just rolls his eyes before taking a swig from his beer.

“I’m sure some of you will be stupid enough like Contessa to think I’m a murderer but no, my opponents aren’t physically dead but they might as well be for all they’ve contributed to wrestling. It doesn’t even matter where they’re, just like after when I win the Prime Championship it isn’t going to matter about Drago, Julius, or Contessa. For so long I’ve worried about just focusing on FIRE… PAIN… and more FIRE!!!” Pyro pauses for a moment and sips on his beer. “Now is my TIME… Time for me to prove that I’m not just the boring guy going on about FIRE this, and FIRE that. Contessa, you’re going to find out that I am a formidable force, that I’m not the same man you defeated. For so long I’ve been focused on the wrong things, don’t get me wrong, I still won’t hesitate to set you on FIRE or Drago, Julius, or even that CUNT Rock Johnson, but I have to have the Prime Championship. I have to prove not only to myself but everyone that I am worthy of my spot here in Proving Ground on Fallout. That Christian DeMarco’s faith in me is warranted and to show everyone who abandoned me that I am fucking WORTHY!!!” Pyro finished off his beer before launching the beer across the room, glass shards of the bottle going everywhere. Pyro was so angry right now, his words full of such venom and conviction.

“I’m done being looked at as if I’m a fucking joke! I’m far from it, and anyone who sees me that way will soon be changing their mind when they see what I do to you Contessa along with what I do to Julius and Drago too. You may well laugh at me Contessa and just believe that you’ve beaten me once so you’ll do it again, you do that. After all, you believe I’m a murderer too so it says a lot about your beliefs, doesn’t it? You have no one to blame but yourself for what is going to happen to you at Wired Consequences. Whether you’re religious or not, it doesn’t matter because you better start praying that I don’t fucking end your career out there. After all, I’m willing to do whatever it takes. For so long people have just seen me as the creepy guy who sets fire to things and does crazy things in and out of the ring. After Wired Consequences, they’re going to see me as the crazy creepy guy who is the Prime Champion who isn’t a joke and a one-trick fucking pony!!!”

Having worked himself up, Pyro swipes all the bottles off the table watching as they all shatter on the wooden floor.

“Last but not least, the Prime Champion himself, Drago Santiago, so cool his parents made him sound like a drug dealer. We haven’t had the chance to meet in the ring before and the first time we do will be when I take the Prime Championship away from you. Good job on making the Prime Championship what it is today but now it’s time for a new champion and that’s where I come in. You along with everyone else can bitch and moan all you like that I don’t deserve this opportunity but I deserve it a lot more than that rage quitting pervert John Nash Strader did. You know, the guy with daddy's little girl issues that as soon as he loses to you, runs away crying with his micro-penis in his fingers.” Pyro isn’t cringed out by much but that definitely does make him cringe.

“So if anyone has anything to say about my worthiness in this match, you can go fuck yourself with a rusty fucking nail. Saint Drago… The Problem Child.” Pyro just starts laughing. “Seriously… The Problem Child though? The only damn problem you have child is when I take that Prime Championship from you. When you finally realize that you’re not as untouchable as you believe yourself to be. I would say no disrespect to your previous contenders but I honestly don’t give a shit when I say, they just weren’t good enough because they weren’t me! You’re the only one in this match I could see myself somewhat getting on with if I had to team with. Just the way you like to hurt people by breaking bones or attempting to break their bones anyway. After all… How well did that go against Elena DeDraca? I saw her tweet on Twitter, I’m sure you did too and I bet it angers you doesn’t it? It’d anger me that the one thing I’m supposed to be good at, I didn’t succeed at. I bet it’s eating away at you, remember that feeling because when I walk out as Prime Champion it’s going to be ten times worse. Even if you manage to break my finger, I’ll just laugh and put it back in place. Twice now I’ve had my nose broken and both times I’ve sorted it out.”

Getting to his feet, Pyro walks over to the window looking out at what a nice day it was outside, and here he was cooped up inside.

“So I beg you to try that bone-breaking shit with me, it won’t be as effective as it has been in the past for you. You’re going to need to dig down deep, down deep into the pits of hell to even have a chance at stopping me from taking that Prime Championship from you. You’ve had a good run Drago but now that run is over. It doesn’t matter if you accept it or not, all that will matter is that I win and I promise you now… I will WIN!!!” Still looking out the window, Pyro smirks. “As you can see it’s a beautiful day outside, something Drago needs to make the most of… Beautiful days. At Wired Consequences no matter what match type, the day is going to be far from beautiful for Drago, Contessa, and Julius. It’s going to be the most brutal match that Proving Ground has ever experienced and the next show after I walk away with the Prime Championship, not only will I be celebrating at the next show but I’ll be showing everyone that I am a man of my word.

So, Drago, Contessa, and Julius sleep well because come Wired Consequences you’re going to be living a NIGHTMARE!!”

The last thing we see is Pyro walking away from the window and with just socks on he walks over the broken glass and out of sight.