Post by Pyro on May 18, 2021 18:17:54 GMT -5
“I’m battling with myself and every day it’s a war.” - Ludacris
UNAIRED FOOTAGE
SANFORD, FLORIDA
MAY 14TH, 2021
It’d been a while since Pyro had seen Anya Brendon his Social Worker, someone who he’d started to open up to and become close to. At first, Pyro believed that it was a punishment that Rock Johnson made him seek more help but come on, look at Anya Brendon, how could that be a punishment right?
She’d not only been able to help him with battling with his emotions but actually been someone he’d actually started to enjoy spending time with. Today was the day Pyro would get to see Anya and not only for their session but after they were going to watch IT Chapter 2 together. Pyro had been to Starbucks already to get the coffee that Anya liked and grab himself one too. What was funny about when he was in Starbucks though was the number of looks he got. Looks he knew he was getting and as soon as he made it aware he knew, it was as if those that were looking at him their hearts fell out of their ass. Pyro was in a good mood and just for his entertainment only, on his way out he pulled a match out just to get the reaction from them. Some started to beg him not to set fire to the Starbucks whereas others just started to cry. Pyro just shrugged it off and laughed as he left the Starbucks and made his way around the corner to Anya’s office.
Once Pyro was at Anya’s place of work, he walked in just nodding at the receptionist who responded with an awkward smile. Pyro just shrugged it off as he headed towards Anya Brendon’s office where he was welcomed by her at the door. She held the door open for him as he entered and closed it behind him as he placed both their coffees down on the desk. That’s when Pyro takes a seat in front of the desk as Anya takes her seat behind the desk and gives Pyro a smile as she sits down.
“Thank you.”
Anya sipped on her coffee after smiling at Pyro. Pyro just sits there grinning as she smiles at him.
“You remembered what I like too, definitely earning brownie points mister.”
Anya just giggles.
“I’m crazy, not forgetful Anya.”
Pyro eye rolls.
“Don’t you start being sassy with me, only I'm allowed to be sassy.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
Pyro sipped on his coffee and Anya playfully shook her head at him.
“Don’t make me kick your butt, Mr. Pyro.”
Once again Anya just giggled.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time Ms. Brendon.”
Even when Pyro smirked in a flirting way it looked somewhat scary as Anya started to blush and hide it with her hands.
“I think we should move on.”
“Of course.”
Pyro once again was grinning, this time like a Cheshire Cat.
“So how are you feeling since the last time I saw you?”
“Well, how I’ve always done, with my hands.”
Pyro sips on his coffee as Anya just rolls her eyes.
“You know what I mean.”
“Well as usual I’m still battling with my emotions. When it comes to work it’s easy, I’m able to just switch them off and do whatever I need to do. As soon as I am alone and away from work, it’s like I’m at war with myself. It’s like I’m two different people and no matter what I do the darkness always wins. I have to come up with ways to forget about thinking about things or I’ll just sit there and hurt myself. Hurting myself seems to be the only way that I can block the things out I don’t want to think about. Sometimes I sit at home staring at a picture of Annabelle and the only way to deal with my emotions is to make myself bleed. It’s why I thrive on pain whether receiving it or dishing it out. It’s the only coping mechanism that I’ve found that works. Well that and well you know, the thing I’m known for, the addiction to fire I have. Just the other day I stood there and watched as the abandoned barn I found burned to the ground. I know I’m unlovable, that I’m unwanted, and that I’m a freak. That’s just who I am and what I have to accept.”
You could just see how sad this made Anya hearing this as she took notes down as Pyro spoke.
“You’re not any of these things, you listen to me now when I say that one day you will be loved again. You definitely aren’t unwanted, if that was the case would we be here now talking? I know this is my job but it’s more than that with you Pyro. Just know that I don’t see you as a freak. You’ve had to deal with so much hurt that of course it’s going to affect you. Yes, it has affected you differently than it would’ve done someone else but that doesn’t make you a freak at all. You’ve found things that work for you to help you cope and as long as you’re not breaking the law it’s somewhat okay. Obviously, there are better ways to deal with things than using fire but as I said, as long as you don’t break the law it’s something you and I can deal with together.”
The whole time that Anya had been speaking, Pyro hadn’t taken his eyes off her. He’d listened to every word and took in every word too.
“Every day is just a constant battle. No one sees or understands what I go through or put myself through. All they see is what I want them to see. They wouldn’t accept who I really am and why should they? As far as they all know, I’m a creepy murdering freak who has an obsession with pain and fire. They believe that I’m capable of murdering my ex-wife and my daughter. Maybe I am capable of doing so to my ex-wife but to my daughter, definitely not, I’d kill for her though. I can’t ever allow them to see what I’m truly like underneath, I’d be a laughing stock. At least when they laugh at the moment it’s through fear rather than ridiculing me. Project: Honor doesn’t need another Lil Petey, albeit I have more talent in my toenail than him.”
“It isn’t about what other people accept and don’t accept, it’s about you being able to be who you want to be. It’s absolutely horrible that people would think you’d be capable of murdering your daughter. It says a lot more about them than it does you if they have to use things like that against you. As for Lil Petey, he sounds like a man I’d need to get a sexual harassment suit against.”
Anya laughs trying to lighten the mood as it does get a small smile from Pyro.
“If he touched you, he wouldn’t be touching anything else ever again.”
Pyro sips at his coffee as Anya looks at him knowing she shouldn’t smile at him threatening someone like that but she is glad to see how protective he can be.
“I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble because of me but I appreciate that you’re trying to look out for me.”
“I’ll always look out for you and make sure you don’t get hurt, I promise.”
“Thank you. That’s why I’m here for you too, to make sure you don’t continue to hurt emotionally. I know you’re far too stubborn to listen to me when he comes to getting hurt physically.”
Sipping his coffee, Pyro’s eyes meet with Anya’s as he smiles when putting the coffee cup down on the table.
“Thank you for everything Anya. I’m not sure I’d still be alive if it wasn’t for your help.”
“Don’t be silly. You have a daughter to think of. She wouldn’t want to find out that her dad wasn’t here. I’m glad that I’ve helped you and it’s my privilege to do so too. You’re a strong person and don’t you ever forget that. I know your daughter will be glad that you’re still alive just like I am too. Let’s leave it there for today, I think you’ve done extremely well to talk about what you have.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll wait outside for you. D you still want to come and watch IT Chapter 2 with me right?”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. Just know that no matter what or when I’m always here for you Pyro. Of course, I still want to come and watch it with you, I hope you have butter popcorn.”
Getting to his feet, Pyro just smiles at Anya as he picks up his empty Starbucks cup. Anya smiles back at him as he heads to the office door throwing his empty Starbucks cup into the trash can.
“I do have butter popcorn. Maybe we can order some food in too. It’ll be nice not to be alone and spend more time with you.”
“Sounds perfect to me. I’ll meet you outside.”
They both smile at each other again before Pyro opens the office door and heads out of Anya’s office, closing the door behind him.
“Pyro is our Savior.” - Project: Honor
AIRED FOOTAGE
RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL
MAY 17TH, 2021
This was one thing that Pyro was still having to deal with, the cameras, and people having to be around him longer than he’d like. All he wanted to do was cause chaos, mayhem, and misery. Yet… Here he was, sitting in front of a camera with the famous 98 feet (30 metres) tall Christ the Redeemer in the background with its horizontally outstretched arms spanning 92 feet (28 metres). The camera crew, sound guy, and whoever else they say they needed were doing what they were supposed to be there to do.
On the other hand, Pyro just wants to be away from people. He hated everything and everyone. Well nearly everything and everyone but you get the point, the guy is anti-fucking-social. The thoughts running through his head as he was sitting there weren’t pleasant but they never are. He had a big match coming up against Julius Fairweather, a guy that he’d grown a hate for, hate that neither one had a reason for it seemed. Pyro looks up as one of the camera crew gives him the signal they’re ready as he just rolls his eyes since he had to be here longer than needed already.
“People often ask me, why and what do you fight for?”
That trademark sick smirk appears on his face.
“I don’t fight for the honor of my country as I’d rather just watch it burn to ashes than go fight for a cause that is nothing I care for. You see all these dumb kids signing up to fight for their country thinking that they’re doing a good thing when in fact it’s just a dumb thing. They become a soldier, fight and protect their country only to be rewarded with a bit of metal and a ribbon on it. Not only that, they come back to a country they’ve been fighting for, only for them to feel like a stranger to it. They get the bullshit of how exciting and amazing fighting for your country is only to end up a broken shell of who they used to be. No one comes back the same person that they were when they went and all the thanks they get is a fucking ribbon with metal on it as I said before.”
“You may ask what does that have to do with the question of why and what do you fight for? Well, that’s quite simple, it isn’t for the honor of my country or to be rewarded with a fucking shiny bit of metal on a ribbon. This might be the type of dumb thing Julius Fairweather would do but it isn’t me. Julius, like any soldier, doesn’t have the bollocks to go against the system, to break the rules that society has set them along the way, and most certainly will be leaving our match as just a victim of a war he shouldn’t be fighting.”
The sick smirk has now become more of a shit-eating grin on Pyro’s face.
“Julius and I have had many battles, albeit that we’ve both won a battle or two ourselves but the war and its spoils are all mine. It doesn’t matter what this Fight Pit Match is, I’m still going to be the one who rips the chance away from Julius being victorious. Damn boy, I’m a poet and I didn’t know it. What I did know though, is that Julius could’ve picked whatever match he wanted and it wouldn’t have helped him at all. Unlike Julius, I’m not the type to fall in line and do what is expected of me. I’m the type of guy who’ll do whatever it takes to win, whether that be physically or mentally, and I already know I’m inside that head of yours rent-free. Disputed Territory is where I put the bullet in between your eyes, where you get a hero's welcome when you arrive home only further down the line to just be a name on a remembrance statue and that’s it.”
“I’ll quite happily offer to do the cremation service for you too, who better than The Messiah Of Fire right? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, it wasn’t the devil who took you, it was your Nightmare, Pyro who did. Hm… I like that, I like that a lot but do you know what I’m going to like more? Stepping into a match that you picked, and embarrassing you when I’m the one who walks out having won the war. You can beg and pray all you like that isn’t going to save you. Consider me Frank Castle because I am going to be your Punisher. I’m going to bash your skull in so hard you’ll look like Quirinus Quirrell from Harry Potter. I hope you’re not stressing too much about the match Julius, wouldn’t want you to lose your hair. Oh shit! That’s right, I’ve already been the reason you’ve lost your hair, damn that shit did burn quick though.”
The sound of manic laughter can be heard from Pyro as he thinks back to when he set Julius Fairweather on fire.
“The last Fallout show, you and Jason said you were going to do this and that but what happened there? I’ll tell you what happened there. You and Jason failed your mission. You both just weren’t good enough to get the job done against Drago and me. It’s no surprise though since we’re better than you two with our damn eyes closed. Once again Jason and you will fail. There is no way in hell that Jason is getting that Prime Championship from Drago. Hell, I’m definitely not salty about it but if it wasn’t for a certain has been, I’d be Prime Champion right now but that isn’t the case. What is the case is that Drago will still be Prime Champion after Disputed Territory and I will still be better than Julius Fairweather ever will be.”
“After I walk away victorious from the Fight Pit Match and put Julius Fairweather in a hospital bed, I’m going to be moving onto bigger and better things. This Fight Pit Match is going to be the end of one era and the start of another. Let’s just see who is as stupid as Julius to believe that they can win a war against me. I look at the Fallout roster and see a lot of entitled assholes who’d attempt to step up and face me but they would all fall at my feet. I’m The Savior that Project: Honor didn’t realize that they needed. Unlike some of The Savior’s that have claimed themselves to be such, I won’t run, I won’t quit and I certainly won’t play pocket tennis with a gun-wielding sex pest. Instead, I’m going to take down the so-called King’s, Queen’s, and Jokers like Julius Fairweather. I’m not the only one who is fed up with the bullshit of people like that, Drago is too.”
“Children of Project: Honor, you can address me as your Savior. I’ll be here to rid the place of vermin like Julius Fairweather. The type of people who bring a bad name to Project: Honor as a whole. People see me as the bad guy when in fact I’m the good guy willing to do whatever it takes to make Project: Honor a better place. That starts with Julius Fairweather’s sacrifice at Disputed Territory. This match is going to be nothing but a bloodbath and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it. Julius will shed blood, I will shed blood, and I will love being covered in the blood. It’ll be the cleansing that is needed from the sacrifice of a damn joker like Julius. Everyone better watch what happens to Julius and take it as a warning that it’s just the start of things to come for Project: Honor.”
Opening his jacket enough for the camera to see, you could see a picture of Pyro on it with his arms held out like the Christ the Redeemer statue in the backdrop with “The Savior” written above him and “of Project: Honor” written below the picture of him. Leaving the jacket open, Pyro just grins at the camera.
“I better stay on topic as I wouldn’t want anyone to accuse me of straying away from the subject at hand. The subject being Julius Fairweather, how he is a sacrifice, how this is war, and I am The Savior of Project: Honor. Some may think how does that all tie together? Well, that is quite simple, Julius is going to be sacrificed in this war between us, therefore I’ll become The Savior in doing so. Some of you may see me like a babbling crazy man but behind that babbling is a man who knows what he is doing. A man who knows he’ll go beyond any lengths to get the job done. That motherfucker Julius wants a fight and he is damn well going to get one. This is going to be a fight for survival, and if by some miracle Julius survives, it’ll be with him ending up in a hospital bed. Either way, it’s that hospital bed or a morgue for him.”
“The hatred between myself and Julius has been brewing for some time now, it’s a hatred that is mutual too. When Julius and I meet in the Fight Pit Match, I’m going to put my brutality on display. I’m going to have kids go home having nightmares, people absolutely terrified at what they’ve witnessed, and even Christian DeMarco questioning why he allowed Julius to be led to the slaughter at the hands of me. It’s too late now Julius, no one can save you, not even yourself. No matter how much training you do or don’t do it isn’t going to help you. For too long people have not taken notice and after Disputed Territory, it’ll be hard for them to do nothing but notice. Just like the Christ the Redeemer statue of “The Savior” Jesus Christ is something people worship, soon enough “The Savior” Pyro will be something Project: Honor are forced to worship. I may even demand to meet with Rock Johnson and make him build a statue of me at the same scale of the Christ the Redeemer.”
Just sitting there Pyro once again has a shit-eating grin on his face as he lets that last statement of his linger for a bit.
“Failure isn’t an option for me Julius, I hate it unlike you who puts a failure of a show out weekly. The Edge is clearly the only show that Project: Honor needs and is a hell of a lot better. I’d even go as far as to say that The Drip Report is better than The F Word and that’s done by the poster children of retardation. Only between them, they have half a brain cell more than Julius Fairweather. Back to the man of the hour, Julius Fairweather. A man whose mother should have done the world a favor and just aborted him but as “The Savior” that I am, in the Fight Pit Match, I will gladly abort him instead. Julius isn’t worth the air that he breathes and I’ll gladly take care of that too for everyone. This is more than just a fight to me Julius, this is personal. DeMarco may have become a soft piece of shit but that’s something I’ll never be. I’ll never show mercy to anyone in that ring and certainly won’t against Julius, I don’t care about him or his existence and I’m going to stamp on his fucking neck again and again. I’m going to watch him with excitement and happiness as I become the reason he can’t wrestle anymore or hopefully can’t breathe anymore.”
“Yes, I’m a fucking monster and I’m proud of it. I’m driven by receiving pain as much as giving pain and I hope Julius does hurt me. I just know that he isn’t capable of hurting me as much as I’m going to hurt him. I look at Fallout and I see someone like Logan Burgess, a man who not only can shapeshift but wash the crayon-drawn tattoos off he had. Maybe he should team up with Julius Fairweather, the man who is so brain dead he eats crayons and thinks they’re nutritious. Logan Burgess and Julius Fairweather are The Crayon Munchers. At least that way Logan would actually become somewhat relevant and Julius would be somewhat safe from me because he’d be fighting in the special needs division. One last thing before you go back to licking windows Julius, Semper Die Motherfucker!”
Getting up to his feet, Pyro just stands there with his arms held out like the Christ the Redeemer statue as the camera fades to black.
