Post by Pyro on Apr 6, 2021 18:16:43 GMT -5
“We're all in the same game, just different levels. Dealing with the same hell, just different devils.” - Jadakiss
UNAIRED FOOTAGE
SANFORD, FLORIDA
MARCH 30TH, 2021
It had been two days since the first Fallout PPV, Wired Consequences in Athens, Greece. As soon as Pyro’s match was done and he’d showered he headed straight to the airport. He didn’t care to hang around and had no need to do so. He should’ve had the Prime Championship over his shoulder or around his waist but that wasn’t the case. He wasn’t happy and just wished he could’ve just set the OACA Olympic Indoor Hall on fire. Maybe that was part of the reason he left so abruptly, not even going to see the medical staff like he was advised. Then again, Pyro wasn’t one to care about things like that, he’d often just sort himself out after years of practice.
Since being back from Athens, Pyro hadn’t really slept much even with the countless amounts of alcohol he’d consumed. All he did know was that before the meeting with Anya Brendon, he was going to have to somewhat attempt to sober up. As Pyro sat in the coffee shop around the corner from Anya’s office, you could see several empty cups of coffee on the table. He’d parked himself on a table out of the way and in the corner of the coffee shop, making sure to stay out of sight. Pyro was dressed in all black from head to toe, the hood of his hoodie up even inside the coffee shop. Pyro even had black sunglasses on to hide his eyes as he started to sip on his coffee. He reaches into the pocket of his combat trousers and pulls out a bottle of painkillers. Although Pyro enjoyed the feeling of pain, he didn’t enjoy the feeling of a headache from a hangover, but who does?
Popping the bottle open, he puts the bottle to his mouth and tips it sending the remaining pills in the bottle into his mouth. There were probably about six painkillers as he washes them down with the rest of his coffee. That’s when Pyro signals to the barista to bring him another coffee as she just smiles and nods at him. Rolling up the sleeve of his hoodie, he looks at his watch, making sure he had time for another coffee. Finally, the barista brings the coffee over to him and he just nods his head in acknowledgment before the barista heads back off to serve other customers. Pyro then slides his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone using his thumbprint to unlock it. The wallpaper on his phone was of his daughter and him smiling, one of the last times he was generally happy. He just sits there looking at the wallpaper for a few moments before remembering what he was going to do.
Finally getting to his text messages, he comes across some messages from his ex-wife from when they were together. The feeling of what was once love has now been replaced with pure hate and anger. With his phone in his right hand and his coffee in his left hand, he begins to clench both hands. The grip around his phone being extremely tight causing his hand and fingers to turn red. The grip around his coffee though was a different matter because it was in one of those takeaway cups you get. The grip on that had caused the coffee to spill all over his hand. It takes him a few moments to realize this had happened because the anger and hate in him had all his attention. Finally noticing, he lets go of the coffee sending it falling to the floor as he looks down at his burned left hand and just grins. Grabbing some napkins from the table, he just wipes the remaining liquid off his hand before getting to his feet. He leaves the mess behind him and just leaves the money on the counter as he rushes off out of the coffee shop.
Since Pyro was only around the corner from Anya’s office, he headed there, even though he was about ten minutes early. Heading into the building, he noticed it was a different receptionist this time. Still, with the hood of his hoodie up and his sunglasses on, he heads towards the receptionist desk.
“I’m here to see Anya. I know I’m early but she probably misses me.” Pyro placed his hands on the desk as the receptionist looked down at his left hand he’d burned and looked up at him disgusted at what she’d seen. “If you’re disgusted at my hand, you’d be disgusted even more at the scars I have.” The receptionist kind of looked awkward now as she picked up the phone to call through to Anya.
“Hello Anya, there is someone here to see you.” The receptionist looked up at Pyro who stood there still leaning on her desk with both his hands on it. “Yeah, Sameal Eville, that’s right.” Before the receptionist has a chance to say anything, Pyro takes his sunglasses off and slides them into his top pocket.
“MY FUCKING NAME IS PYRO… P… Y… R… O… PYRO!!!” He then slams both hands on the desk which startles the receptionist. She couldn’t look him in the eye, his eyes were so cold and emotionless and when she did catch a glance, she felt like her soul was being sucked out from her.
“Yeah… I’m… I’m… Okay, Anya. It’s just Sameal…” Once again Pyro slams his hands down on the desk this time forcing her to look him in the eyes. The receptionist shivered as she looked into his eyes, taking a big gulp as she looked away. “I mean… Pyro didn’t like being called…” The receptionist was too scared to finish the sentence as Pyro takes his sunglasses from his pocket. Pyro slides the sunglasses back on and heads off enraged, wanting to just set the receptionist on fire where she sat.
Not waiting to hear if Anya was ready to see him or not, Pyro headed off towards her office. As if his day wasn’t bad enough, the receptionist had gone and made it worse. Once he was at Anya’s office, he didn’t even knock as he just walked in and slammed the door behind him. This startled Anya a bit as she looked up to see that it was Pyro. She didn’t realize that mentioning his real name would be such an issue but clearly, it was. Not saying a word, Pyro headed to the coffee machine pushing the buttons he needed to as he stood waiting for it.
“Hello to you too.” Says Anya trying to break the ice but is just greeted with a grunt in reply. “Grab your coffee and come join me, we have a lot to talk about clearly.” Once again she was greeted with a grunt.
After grabbing his coffee, Pyro went and took a seat in front of the desk that Anya was sitting behind. Pyro places the cup of coffee down when Anya notices the left hand of his had been burned and very recently too. Once he’d taken his sunglasses off and placed them on the desk, he took the hood down off his hoodie letting his wild dreadlocks free and loose. As he sipped on his coffee, Anya was concerned about Pyro’s hand and how it had happened, hoping that he hadn’t harmed the receptionist.
“Your hand, when did it happen?” She pointed to his left hand as he looked down at it seeing that it had started to blister now.
“An accident with a coffee cup at the coffee shop around the corner. Don’t worry, it was only me that got hurt, no one else was harmed.” He continued to sip his coffee like it was no big deal but it didn’t stop Anya from being concerned.
“This accident, how did it happen?” Anya was hoping he’d respond instead of just brushing it off.
“Well by accident obviously.” Once again, Pyro just continued to sip his coffee.
“There it is again, you being a smartass. Well, I’ll rephrase my question then. What happened to lead to the accident of you burning your hand with your coffee Sameal?” She dropped his name in there just to see how he’d react to her.
“Me being a smartass? Why suddenly are you calling me Sameal? Are you trying to push my buttons? See what it takes to lash out and hurt you?” At this point, you could see that Pyro was fighting with himself not to do anything as he placed his coffee down on the table.
“I just… Well, I saw old text messages between my ex-wife and me. It just made me angry at how much I’d been fooled by this horrible emotion people call LOVE!” Pyro leans back in the chair and just lets out a primal roar trying to release his anger some way other than fire and destruction.
“Well first off you’re not a fool for having loved someone, it just shows that you’re capable of such a thing. Secondly, I’m not being a smartass.” She paused to write some notes down, glancing up to see that he was somewhat calming down.
“I apologize for saying it again but why do you hate being called Sameal? And as for the text messages, it’d be more healthy for you if you just deleted them. Holding onto something that is clearly an enabler to hate and anger isn’t good for you Pyro.” Although Pyro’s eyes were cold and emotionless to others, Anya could start to see that beyond what Pyro portrayed was a lot of emotion masked by hate and anger.
“Sameal is dead. He died in that fire along with his parents. Sameal and I are no longer one. The day Sameal left was the day Pyro was born. There will be no resurrection of Sameal. Like there will be no more mention of it too. Pyro is who I am, and will always be. I am who I am now, and everyone around me will have to learn to accept that because I have no problems in teaching them otherwise.” You could tell how serious he was in the tone of his voice. “As for deleting the messages, I just can’t seem to do it, no matter how many times I try, something stops me.”
“Would it help if maybe I deleted them for you or possibly you deleted them now while I was here to support you?” She asked in such a soft and caring tone.
“Well, I guess there is no harm in trying.” He grabs his phone from his pocket, unlocking it with his thumbprint on his right hand.
He slides the phone towards Anya who picks it up from the table looking at the phone seeing it on the messages already. Anya could see that the only messages on there were from his ex-wife.
“Are you sure you want me to do it?” Anya asks looking up at Pyro who was sipping his coffee.
“Go for it, while you’re at it, delete her number and every existence of her.” Pyro paused, thinking about his ex-wife he started to laugh. “FEELINGS… I want to burn them!”
"No… We do not burn out feelings, we talk about them." Anya did as Pyro had asked, she made sure to delete the messages along with all the pictures he had of his ex-wife. “I think you should be the one to delete her number from your phone, trust me, you’ll feel better doing it.” Anya passed the phone back to Pyro.
“DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!” He says as he deleted the number and then he put the phone back into his pocket.
“Promise me Pyro that you’ll never say that again.” Anya just chuckled.
“Fine. I guess I’m not WOKEN just BROKEN!” Pyro actually manages an actual smile.
“Let’s not Pyro. It’s bad enough that I’ve seen Jax Teller rip-offs, let’s not break the fourth wall as well.” Anya took some more notes down as Pyro finished his coffee off.
“Don’t, a guy like that fluked a win against me and I’d rather forget that.” Pyro gets up to grab himself another coffee.
“Talking about wins, I see that Drago won at Wired Consequences, how do you feel about that?” Anya too got up and headed over to the coffee machine.
“Obviously I’m not happy about it. If it wasn’t for Contessa Floran, I’d be Prime Champion right now. I can’t even make her pay for it either because she clearly couldn’t handle the heat as she isn’t around anymore.” Pyro grabs his coffee and goes to sit down again. “I had my chance to prove to everyone that I was worthy and she just took it away from me, the story of my fucking life though!”
Anya had finished making her coffee and she too goes back to her seat to sit down. “Pyro, you’re worthy. Don’t let one defeat determine who you are. Wins and losses are all part of what you do, it’s how you handle it and overcome it that matters most.”
“Really? The only two wins I have are over two guys that are barely worth mentioning. Surprised people haven’t been blaming me for their disappearances, after all, they haven’t been seen since.” Pyro just sighs. “I beat both guys up so bad that I guess they wished I had killed them, to be honest. I can’t even remember the name of the first guy I beat and it doesn’t really matter because no one else does either. As for the last guy I beat, Dex Griffin, people just about remember him but soon enough he’ll just be like the first guy… FORGETTABLE!”
“They may well become forgettable but guess who hasn’t and won’t become unforgettable... PYRO!” Anya smiles at him. “That’s right, you mister are not like them guys. You’ve been able to overcome the losses that you’ve sustained and you’re stronger than ever because of it. Don’t dwell on the past because it will eat away at you and stop your future from being better like it should be.”
When Anya had smiled at him, Pyro had managed to smile back at her as he took in every word she said.
“Thank you, Anya. I don’t say it often, actually, I don’t think I’ve thanked anyone in a long time so I guess you’re special. You’re right though, I’ve got to stop dwelling on the past and the only way I’m going to be able to fully do that is with your help. So as much as I’ll hate certain topics, anything you want to know, I’ll tell you. Just bear with me and promise not to judge me for what I have done and will continue to do in Project: Honor.” Pyro now starts to sip on his coffee.
“I’m not here to cast judgment upon you Pyro, I’m here to help you. I’m going to promise you now, that once you get everything off your chest you will feel better about it. It’ll be a weight off your shoulders and something you’ll be happy about.” Anya wrote some more notes down. “I don’t mean to be so forward but you look like you could do with some sleep. Let’s finish for today, and since I’ll be finished for the day I’ll drive you home.”
“Sleep. I haven’t slept in two days.” He finished off his coffee.
“Yeah, I can tell.” Anya laughed.
Getting up from his seat, Pyro just shook his head and laughed as he grabbed his cup and went over to the sink and washed it out. “I’ll go wait in reception, don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt your receptionist.”
As Anya continued doing what she had to do so she could finish for the day, Pyro heads out of her office and closes the door behind him. He heads out back to reception, once at the reception desk he could see that the receptionist was clearly intimidated and worried about what he was going to do.
“I’d just like to apologize for the way I reacted earlier, please remember that my name is Pyro though, it’ll save any more confrontations is all.” Pyro smiled as the receptionist did the same back before he went to sit down and wait for Anya.
“I am pretty good at turning every place I go into my personal hell.” - William Jackson Harper
AIRED FOOTAGE
RADES, TUNISIA
APRIL 5TH, 2021
Having not long woken up, Pyro was sitting in his bed in the hotel room rented by Project: Honor ready for the next Fallout show. It was nothing special, then again he wasn’t expecting anything special because Rock Johnson clearly hated him. All that can be seen is the shirtless top half of Pyro as the duvet covered his bottom half. The scars and burns were clear to see old and new on his body, arms, and neck.
“I’ve noticed that I’m in a Dark Match this time around on the Fallout show, I guess I’m being punished for something. Well, I’d have thought that was the case until I actually saw my opponents and was relieved to see it wasn’t anyone of any importance. I may have just been given the night off, to be honest, but it is what it is. Here I am in Rades, Tunisia, thrown into a match with Martha and Kagome. The one out of both of my opponents who will be more of a challenge is Kagome but even then I’m not that worried at all. I should be celebrating winning the Prime Championship but unfortunately, I’m not and there is only one person to blame for that… CONTESSA FLORAN!!!”
“Contessa has been nothing but a nuisance lately and now I can’t do anything to punish her for being the reason I’m not Prime Champion because she is no longer around. I don’t blame Drago at all for taking the opportunity when he did because if I was in his shoes I’d have done the same. I just hope Drago knows that he was so close to being the Former Prime Champion because of me. He should be thanking Contessa that’s for sure but I know that further down the line, I will get another shot, and this time Contessa won’t be here to ruin it. I bet Rock Johnson was extremely happy to see that she cost me becoming the Prime Champion. I know full well that I’d have made sure he’d have known about me winning the Prime Championship, along with everyone else knowing.”
“I could go on and on about Wired Consequences but that wouldn’t be fair on my opponents, it’s bad enough that they’re going to go through HELL at Fallout because of me. I set out to prove I was worthy at Wired Consequences and even though I didn’t win, I did prove that I was worthy. Just like at Fallout when Martha and Kagome become an example, an example of the lengths I’m willing to go to. I’ve updated and changed some of my moves, I can’t wait until Fallout when I lock The Silent Scream in on Martha, Kagome, or even both at the same time. I’m turning Fallout into my personal HELL and there isn’t anything anyone can do about it. I welcome anyone to try, I’d welcome even Rock Johnson to step up to me because I’d happily fuck him up as bad as he did his mother’s gooch on the way out. Laugh all you like but I’ll always have the last laugh.”
Pyro adjusts himself in the bed before grabbing the glass from the bedside table. Whatever was in the glass was clearly alcohol that was probably there from the night before as he downs it pulling a weirder face than he already had. Placing the glass back down, once again he adjusts himself in bed to get comfy.
“Martha, I don’t care how erratic you are and I definitely don’t care that you like to cause pain because there is no one better at receiving pain just as much as giving it as I am. I welcome you to hurt me, to put up a fight because I like it when my victims fight back, especially if after they don’t disappear like Dex Griffin and the other guy I beat who I can’t remember. You’ve only had one match here on Fallout and that was nothing memorable either but I guess you’re used to that. If you’re not used to it, you soon will be, especially when you step into the ring with someone as dangerous as I am. If people thought I was bad enough before, just wait until Fallout. With the new additions to my moveset, I’ve become more dangerous than I’ve ever been and I’m glad that you’ll be one of my first victims to find that out.”
“There is no Doctor that is going to be able to save you, Martha, not only am I going to destroy you physically but emotionally and mentally too. You’ve never been in the ring with someone like me before and after Fallout, you’re never likely to be again. Martha, you better get used to being stuck in Dark Matches because clearly, it’s all you’re good for. When I look at Fallout and even Proving Ground, there isn’t anyone as much of a joke as you’re… Hm… Actually, there is Big Drip Productions, maybe you could ask to join them. When you step into that ring with me, Martha you better be ready to face all your demons and times it by ten. I am “The Messiah Of Fire” and I am your worst NIGHTMARE!!!”
Whatever that alcoholic drink he’d drunk, it had left a bad taste in his mouth. He leans over grabbing an unopened bottle of water from the bedside table. He unscrews the cap of the bottle and guzzles down some water. Thankfully now refreshed and rid of the bad taste, he screws the cap back on the bottle and places it back down on the bedside table.
“So… Kagome, you have a better record than Martha it seems, with two wins and two losses. After Fallout, it’s going to be two wins and three losses and I’ll have you begging management never to face me in that ring ever again. It doesn’t matter how bubbly your personality is or how confident you may be walking into this match. I can guarantee right here and now that come the end of the match, Martha and you are going to wish you never met me. When people step in that ring with me, they never leave it the same way. Usually, I’d be worried a little about losing when stepping into the ring but I don’t have any worries at all facing Martha and you.”
“You may well think that I’m underestimating you Kagome but I’m really not. You haven’t done anything at all for me to even be worth mentioning, but at least you’ll be able to say you stepped into the ring with Pyro. You’ll survive but you’ll never be the same again and that is something I can promise you right now. Cherish your sanity while you have it, after Fallout, you’re not only going to be questioning it but begging to have your sanity back. Yes I’m insane, yes I’m a sick and twisted bastard, and yes I’m going to take great pleasure in torturing you in that ring. Martha and you will walk away with your lives but deep down you’ll wish that you hadn’t. When you look in the mirror after our match, you’re going to question everything in your life while I’m going to celebrate destroying every last bit of Martha and you. As I told Martha, I want you to also know that I am your worst NIGHTMARE!!!”
Finally done with what he has to say, he jumps out of bed, he is absolutely stark bullock naked, the last thing we see is Pyro’s butt as he disappears into the bathroom.
