The Brazilian Massacre

UNAIRED FOOTAGE
SANFORD, FLORIDA
APRIL 18TH, 2021

Once again Pyro was off to see Anya Brendon, his Social Worker, he was in higher spirits than usual after his win on Fallout. It may have just been a Dark Match but he didn’t hang around in getting the pinfall. This time as Pyro walked into the reception area, he had two Starbucks cups in his hands. Making his way to the receptionist's desk, he sees the same receptionist as last time and forces out a smile to show he was no threat. It was like as soon as someone saw him they were expecting him to hurt them. Pyro wasn’t a very friendly person anyway so you can’t blame people for thinking that and being on their guard.

“I’m here to see Anya.”

That’s all he musters up to say.

“Okay, make your way through and I’ll let her know.”

The receptionist smiled but at the same time was weary so didn’t take her eyes off Pyro. Still with a Starbucks cup in each hand, Pyro heads off towards Anya’s office as the receptionist rings through to let her know he was here. Thankfully when Pyro got to the door, Anya was standing there with the door open for him as he genuinely smiled at her as he walked in. Pyro walked over to the desk and placed the Starbucks cups down on the desk as Anya closed the office door behind him. Anya makes her way to her seat and sits down behind her desk as Pyro seats down on the chair in front of the desk, he then slides the Starbucks coffee over to her.

“I got it just as you had it the last time we had coffee.”

Pyro grinned.

“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine?”

The roll of his eyes says it all as she just looks at him and laughs looking like butter wouldn’t melt.

“Far from a ray of sunshine Anya, come on!”

He mean mugged her as the cool kids would say.

“I was just saying that underneath that hard and brooding exterior you’re a nice guy.”

Yet again Anya smiled at him.

“Whatever you do, keep it to yourself, I have an image to uphold, and telling someone that I can actually be nice will ruin that.” He pulled a mocking angry face at her as she just shakes her head.

“Your secret is safe with me Pyro. Anything said here, stays here.”

She sipped her Starbucks coffee, and so did Pyro as Anya pulled out her notebook from her desk.

“So… What adventures of Pyro’s mind are we on today then? We have done the part where my ex-wife leaves with my daughter. That’s something people seem to think they can use against me too. As if I’m going to allow them to believe that they can use that against me. I actually have come to terms with Magdalena leaving me but deep down it still hurts about Annabelle.”

His head dropped, he was unable to maintain eye contact, especially when he actually felt vulnerable when speaking about his daughter. Anya noticed this as she wrote down some notes.

“Well, clearly it seems that we need to talk about the issue at hand that you have Pyro. Although you can show that it doesn’t bother you, I can clearly see now that it is something that actually does. As much as you hate feeling vulnerable, it doesn’t make you weak, it’s just a natural feeling that we all have, yes, even you.”

“Really? It doesn’t make me weak. Then why do I feel weak? Why do I feel like it’ll be something someone could and would use if they knew it was a weakness. I guess I’ll just have to learn to replace the feeling with more pain.”

It was clear to see that Pyro was frustrated and struggling on knowing how to deal with the fact he actually did have vulnerabilities.

“Pyro, that isn’t the way to deal with your feelings or your emotions and it doesn’t mean you can set fire to them too. It doesn’t hurt to talk about them and address them in that manner. You may feel like it is a weakness but trust me, bottling this up and replacing it with pain is only going to make it worse in the future. It really isn’t a weakness but actually shows that you’re strong enough to see that it is affecting you and that it’s something you need to deal with rather than brush aside.”

“Whatever you say, Anya. I’ve been dealing with things like this all my life. Pain has always helped me whether it’s been inflicting it upon others or myself. Have you seen the scars, burns, and cuts on my body? Each and everyone is there for a reason. It’s the way I deal with things. I haven’t been able to just sit and talk about it like you suggest or as any other normal person can. I’m not NORMAL and I certainly don’t deserve anything other than pain, misery, and suffering. I know you’re trying to help me and save me but it’s not going to happen. I’m the most dangerous man in the world, I’ve done things that others would have nightmares over, yet I’ve enjoyed every moment of it.”

Picking up his Starbucks cup, Pyro starts sipping at it as he looks at Anya who genuinely looks concerned about him.

“I certainly wouldn’t be talking to you right now trying to help you if I believed that all you deserved was pain, misery, and suffering Pyro. It’s absolutely ludicrous that you believe that but as you say it’s something you’ve done all your life. There was one point in life that you must have believed you’d never love someone but that happened even if it didn’t work out, it doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve to be loved. You’re punishing yourself for what has happened in the past and you shouldn’t be doing that. You should be trying to overcome it and use it to change the future, making it better for you.”

“Better for me? My parents, dead. Every adoption chance I had was squashed before it could even happen. No one ever wanted me and when they finally did in the end they turned out to be just the same. The same as the rest who’ve hurt me abandoned me and just left me to rot. Magdalena, the woman who married me, made me feel loved for the first time ever, even giving birth to a child, a child I thought I’d never have. That was the best day of my life, seeing my daughter being born. Magdalena knew what I was like but still made her vows on our wedding day only to end up hurting me more than anyone or I’ve ever hurt myself. Now I’m back to square one, being that damaged and dangerous person that I’m clearly destined to be. I don’t want your sympathy or anyone else's sympathy. No one has cared for so long so why should they now?”

Not saying anything at all, Anya just puts her notebook down and gets to her feet. Pyro was still just looking down at the desk. He couldn’t make eye contact, he was so angry and upset right now. It was like he was back to being a little boy again, just sitting in an abandoned building alone and unwanted. Anya just walked towards him and just put her arms around him, giving Pyro a hug and surprisingly Pyro doesn’t push her away but hugs her back as tears roll down his face.

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AIRED FOOTAGE
GOIANIA, BRAZIL
APRIL 20TH, 2021

We’re in Goiania, Brazil where Fallout will be taking place at the Goiania Arena on April 22nd, 2021. At the moment though, Pyro is at the World Peace Monument thankful that there aren’t many people around. The worst thing for Pyro is people coming up to him wanting an autograph, picture, or to just talk to him. He is a very antisocial person, so absolutely hates it when this happens and isn’t very nice when it does happen either.

“As you can all see, I’m here in Goiania, Brazil, and if you couldn’t tell I’m ever so excited… Not!”

Pyro just rolls his eyes.

“What I am excited for though is the massacre I’m going to cause in the Goiania Arena. It doesn’t matter what type of match it is or even the fact that Christian DeMarco has gone absolutely bat shit crazy. All that matters is that I am coming to Brazil and showing all these common folk present why I am considered The Nightmare. Whether you’re stupid enough to bring your children or even those with a weak heart or stomach, that’s not my problem. All I know is that if anyone dies because of me, I guess I can just add it to the tally of the others I’ve murdered.”

The sound of crazy laughter startles someone who's out jogging to the extent that they nearly end up in the lake.

“I know how dense some of you people are so no I’m not admitting that I’m a murderer but I’ll quite happily murder you in the ring so to speak. I’ll quite happily walk out to that ring and hang you with a Goddamn noose. I’ll enjoy every moment as you hang there, gasping for air, flailing around, and seeing the fear in your eyes. That’s the sort of shit I get off on, the sort of shit that makes me happy, and the sort of shit I’ll do and feel no Goddamn remorse for. When I saw the card and saw what type of match I was in I was happy and annoyed. Happy that those involved if they were to disappear, not one of them would be missed. Especially that simping ass bitch Jason Long or should I say former simping ass bitch. After all, he is content with trying to play happy families with someone else in this match, Savannah Sunshine. That’s okay though, I know how much it hurts to lose parents, so Step Daddy Jason and Savannah be careful what you wish for because your son could end up that way too. No need to worry though, the adoption homes are sure to turn that boy into better than what you two ever could anyway.”

That trademark sickening smirk appears upon Pyro’s face.

“Jason, Savannah, you never know, maybe I can bring him up, show him the world of Pyro, how fun, crazy, and full of fire it can be. I’ll have him in no time firing Fireballs to people’s faces. Speaking of which, how is your face, Jason? Let me guess, I’m sure you’re going to say it’s fine and that just a few hairs got singed. Well you play that card, but we all saw what happened, and it was a lot worse than you’ll ever like to admit. What has Jason Long done lately? Please enlighten us all on how you’re The King of Professional Wrestling. You’ve done absolutely nothing to warrant being called it or it even being associated with you. Well, I guess if you’re going to proclaim yourself as The King of Professional Wrestling, I’ll proclaim myself as The Slayer of Kings. Actually scrap that, the lady that took you away from the simp life considers herself Queen of Candycore. So I won’t proclaim myself as The Slayer of Kings but more so as The Slayer of Royalty. Look around you, there are so many self-proclaimed Kings and Queens in the world of wrestling, I’d be doing the world a favor when I slay you both.”

“I’ll get to Savannah eventually but right now let me deal with you, Jason. The man believes he is going to knock heads together and make people swallow their teeth. The only swallowing that should’ve been done is your mother swallowing you when you were just a mere sperm from your dad's ballsack. Feel free to come at me with a knife too, I actually welcome it, but just make sure if you bring a knife to a fight with me that I’m unable to get back up. You best believe me now, that if you do manage somehow to stab me with it, it’ll be that last thing you do. Make sure when you gut me that you do a proper job because I’m not scared one bit. When you step into that ring with me, a Fireball to your face is going to be the least of your worries. I’m going to rip your tongue out your mouth, shove it down Savannah's throat and make her fucking choke on it. Then I’m going to rip Savannah’s arm off, then shove it up your ass followed by ripping your insides out with her arm. Jason, another thing with you is that you seem to think you’re some kind of mindreading asshole or some bullshit Jedi talking on stuff that you’ve never seen or heard of before. I’m sure that you’re going to talk about stuff that I’ve done that no one but you with your Jedi mind tricks will know about. After all, Kayla fell victim to that didn’t she? Well if I’m your next victim, don’t even bother. It isn’t going to get you anywhere and it sure as hell won’t mean shit, especially coming from your mouth. So stop following people, hiding in bushes outside their house, and stop pretending you can time travel, because it’s all bullshit, even with those Doctor Who cosplaying idiots.”

Once again Pyro rolls his eyes. He looked calm and collected as he held nothing back.

“Now let's get to the best thing about Jason Long, Savannah Sunshine. A woman who no matter how hard she tries can’t hide the fact that she fears me. She has only seen what I’m capable of so far but when it comes to the Main Event on Fallout, she is going to experience what I am capable of. A woman that not so long ago saw me as a friend even to the point she was arguing with Jason over it. At one point she even told Jason to leave me alone and that I was nice. Yes, even I was shocked by that because quite frankly being nice is not something I’ve ever been associated with. I did play along with it though, I thought that maybe I could come between them and then sit back and watch the heartbreak. Unfortunately for me, that didn’t happen so Sara Cross and Jason Long didn’t split up.”

Pausing for a moment, Pyro just grins knowing full well that he’d deliberately called Savannah by Jason’s ex Sara Cross.

“Some people would apologize for getting your name wrong Savannah but not me. I don’t care how much it hurts or upsets either of you. Just know Savannah that you’re nothing special. You’re just the next in line of women that Jason Long has been with. He was with Sara Cross about three days before he was declaring his love for her. Even a man like me knows that love is meant to be a special feeling but it’s just a thing that Jason throws out there to get what he wants with women. Jason will be quick to sweep it under the rug where Sara is concerned but it happened. I’m not even sorry that this is happening to you either, if you’re stupid enough to believe that he loves you then that’s your problem and not mine. Just prepare yourself for heartache because eventually he will grow bored of you and you’ll just be like Sara Cross, just another notch on the bedpost of The King of Simping.”

“The best thing you can do Savannah is to not get yourself involved with what happens to Jason because I have no problem in making you suffer along with him. You may have thought at the beginning that I liked you but no, I was just humoring you. I hope you’re making the most of that victory over Drago too because it’s the only one you’re getting over him and I’m telling you now, you won’t be winning this Main Event at Fallout either because I will. I’m going to have my likeness on the box of the new 'Raspberry Cremes' Girl Scout cookies. Purely because I want everyone to suffer having to see my horrifying face on them but more so because I’m intrigued as to what DeMarco has up his sleeve. I’ll be seeing you soon Savannah Cross, Um… Savannah ain’t no Sunshine when she’s gone.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Pyro takes a seat on the stairs next to the World Peace Monument.

“It’s funny how Alice Knight still can’t believe that she got eww’d by me on Twitter but what do you expect from me, Alice? Do I look like the type of person to want to hug you let alone hug anyone else? It’s nothing against you personally, I just hate people and definitely hate hugs. As for sunshine in my life, I think I’ll pass on that too along with the idea you had of you and me teaming up in the battle royal. There is not one single person in the match that I’d ever consider teaming with. As I say nothing personal against you but I’m going to put you through a Table. I don’t hate you but then again I don’t like you either. It doesn’t matter to me how well you’ve done since being here in Project: Honor on Fallout. All that matters to me is beating you and you can mark my words, whatever it takes to do that, I’ll damn well do it!!!”

“I guess you can say that it’s going to be a HOOT of a match right Alice? I know when you offered that hug you weren’t offering to HOOTY TOOTY with me. I’m rather glad of that because as beautiful as you’re it’d still be a no. It’s going to be a shame when I ruin your good looks. You’ll no longer be a victim of simping so I guess that will be a plus of me rearranging your face. Another plus would be that I’d actually have someone else to watch suffering and that’s something that I’ll really enjoy. At the end of the day, it’s all about me. All about the pain, suffering, and misery that I cause you and everyone else involved in this match.”

Whether it was a cold shiver or the thought of Alice Knight hugging him, Pyro shuddered.

“Julius Fairweather, the most annoying motherfucker of all time. You made a stupid mistake sticking that fake ass afro made out of pubes into Drago and my business. It’s fine though Julius because you may have thought we ran away from you, when in fact we were just letting you enjoy being the savior. You embrace that and cherish it as much as you like because it isn’t going to last. You stuck your beaky nose in where it wasn’t wanted and I’m going to bite the stupid thing off. After I’ve bitten your nose off, I’m going to stick my fingers in there and pull that peanut-sized brain of yours out and stomp all over it. I hate you and you hate me, it’s quite simple as to why I hate you on my part. It’s because you’re a fake imitation wearing a motherfucking wig. No matter how much you try to hide it, you’re as bald as Arik Holt. By the time I’m done with you Julius, you’re going to be as memorable as him too. I’ll motherfucking see you out there motherfucker. Is that enough motherfuckers for you motherfucker? See you soon for your demise!”

“Up next we have Kagome. Who I’ve already beaten along with the other irrelevant Atlas that isn’t in this match on the last Fallout. I’m still disappointed that I was in a Goddamn Dark Match but had that won in less than three minutes so meh. I look at you Kagome and just see you as just filler in this match along with everyone else who I haven’t mentioned yet. Speaking of who I haven’t mentioned yet, the first irrelevant Atlas to me Eli, Havoc, Daniel Horror, Pixie Sloane, Gym Coach, Kevin Hunter, Logan Burgess, and Rapture. Eli has been Ascension Champion along with Daniel Horror too so they’re only a little less irrelevant than the rest I guess. Even so, each and every one of them isn’t going to stop me, and to be fair no one in this match is going to stop me.”

Getting up to his feet now, Pyro goes and stands next to the World Peace Monument and points to it.

“If Brazil actually thinks this World Peace Monument means anything to me, come the main event at Fallout they’re wrong. There will be no peace where I’m concerned, this match is going to be nothing but an absolute massacre. Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, and every other damn relation are going to be leaving the arena saying their prayers. After they see what I’m capable of, there is going to be bloodshed and plenty of tears from kids when they witness my brutality. All I have to say is, you’re welcome and have NIGHTMARES!!!”

The last thing you see is Pyro sticking his two fingers up to the World Peace Monument and spitting on it as he walks out of the shot laughing like a mad man.