Post by Pyro on Jun 1, 2021 22:55:48 GMT -5
“He fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?”
UNAIRED FOOTAGE
SANFORD, FLORIDA
MAY 31ST, 2021
What had started out as something he didn’t want to do, was becoming something that Pyro was really starting to enjoy. Although he hates Rock Johnson for forcing him to seek help, at the same time he is grateful it led to him meeting Anya Brendon, his social worker assigned to him. Although to Pyro, it felt like it was becoming more than just a social worker and her subject, in this case, the subject being Pyro. The amount of time that Anya and Pyro had been spending together there had to be more to it. Pyro promised himself he’d never fall in love again but there was something about Anya that made that promise hard to keep. Pyro had managed to hide his feelings about Anya or so he thinks.
After Disputed Territory, Pyro had been told to rest and take it easy but this was something that Pyro would never do or listen to. Albeit he wasn’t straight in the gym punishing himself or anyone around him. It did take him the record of three days after Disputed Territory before he was back in the gym. You see, that’s what people don’t realize about Pyro. The man does put in the work, the man can wrestle, the man can fight, and in fact, the man is a fucking BEAST!!!
Three days, yes only three days after Disputed Territory Pyro was back in the gym. Now he isn’t all muscle and veins like a product of steroid abuse or even a fat slob who abuses himself with an overdose of Twinkies. He was a man who knew how to fight, knew how to wrestle, knew how far to push his body, and would always go beyond how far his body would allow him. The amount of pain he put himself through was worth it to him because it meant he could withstand more than anyone else could. The only pain he couldn’t control though was the pain of being loved only to once again end up with him being alone and abandoned. This is what he was afraid would happen with Anya which is why he hasn’t said anything.
As Anya laid there with her head on his legs, Pyro looked down at her admiring her beauty. Pyro didn’t know if she was aware or not that he was doing so as he sat on the couch supposedly watching the new The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It movie. Only Anya was the only one watching the movie it seemed, it wasn’t that Pyro wasn’t interested, it was more that he was admiring Anya. He was sitting there wondering why it was so hard for him to tell her just how he felt. Here he was, the scariest man, beast, monster, or whatever you wanted to call him, scared of what might happen if she knew how he felt about her. Scared that yet again he might be abandoned, be alone, and continue to be unwanted. This was just a common thing for him after all.
Since he was young he was always unwanted, unloved, and abandoned. All Pyro has ever wanted is to be loved, wanted, and feel like he belongs. Only when he’d thought that was going to be the case, he got married and had a daughter with the woman he believed loved him. All people did when they found out she left him and took his daughter away from him was to target him more. They’d say he had killed them, killed his wife, well ex-wife now along with his daughter, and that Pyro just set them on fire to leave them to burn and enjoy every sick moment of it. This wasn’t the case, Pyro never laid one hand on his ex-wife or his daughter, and even though he felt like he wanted to kill his ex-wife for what she did, he wouldn’t. That was the mother of his child and he thought that maybe she was right to take their daughter as far away as possible from him. After all, Pyro was just a sick, twisted, and fire-loving freak after all right?
Didn’t matter that although he didn’t show it, that he might be hurting. That genuinely it wasn't his fault at all. No, it couldn’t be that though, this is Pyro, he is a monster, he doesn’t have feelings, and is just the weirdo that has a fascination with fire. Yeah, let’s just go with that, let’s just stick with that this beast doesn’t have feelings, and that this beast isn’t going to find his beauty after all. So much of this shit went through Pyro’s mind but it was like no matter what that voice said trying to eat away at him inside his head, whenever he was around Anya it was like she was the kryptonite that kept that voice away.
Still looking down at Anya, like most of the time he had been, Pyro tucks Anya’s hair behind her ear as she smiles and rolls over onto her back looking up at him. It was as if Anya knew there was something up, even when Pyro tried his best to hide that something was up. Anya, unlike everyone else, knew that Pyro wasn’t always the guy he portrayed himself to be. That it was just a defense mechanism and a way for him to survive.
“Are you okay?”
Anya once again smiles and takes hold of his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Just admiring how beautiful you look is all.”
Pyro smiled back as he caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, the hand that she was using to hold his hand with.
“Aww, thank you.”
Anya couldn’t hide the fact that she was blushing which made Pyro feel fuzzy and warm inside.
“What advice would you give someone who had feelings for someone but at the same time was too scared to act upon them because was afraid to be alone again? I’m asking for a friend because obviously, I’m not scared.”
Once again Anya just gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go and getting up to sit beside him.
“Well I’d say, it’s okay to be scared, and that they should never be ashamed of feeling that way. I’d also say that maybe you should tell the person how you’re feeling because just bottling it up won’t end well for anyone involved. Most of all, this friend of yours doesn’t have to be scared because the person in question has the same feelings and just didn’t know they were mutual.”
Pyro knew that Anya knew that he was on about himself and even more so as she saw the look in his eyes as he looked at her smiling once again.
“Well I wouldn’t want the person in question to get hurt, and most of all I wouldn’t want to be abandoned, unwanted, and unloved again.”
Once again Anya takes Pyro’s hand in hers and once again gives him a reassuring squeeze.
“Don’t worry, the person involved doesn’t want to hurt you, abandon you, make you feel unwanted, or ever feel unloved. She just wants the best for you, for you to realize that you can be yourself with her and that you should probably just kiss her already.”
The red cheeks of Anya’s were clear as she blushed so hard as Pyro still held her hand with his left hand, using his right hand he brushed her hair behind her ear before placing his hand on the side of her face. They both smile at one another as they both slowly move towards each other like something out of a love movie. Eventually, their lips meet as Anya melts as the fire within starts to burn as Pyro and her kiss. The very same fire burning inside of Pyro as his thumb gently caressed the side of her face as they kissed.
“Why be normal? When you can be a beast.”
AIRED FOOTAGE
BOGOTA, COLOMBIA
JUNE 1ST, 2021
Everybody wants to be a beast until it’s time to do what beasts do but that’s where Pyro is different. Pyro is a beast, he’ll happily do what a beast does and do so with a satisfying smile on his face. Time and time again Pyro has proved that he’ll go to any lengths it takes to inflict as much pain and misery upon others. Now he has adopted the nickname “The Savior” to add alongside “The Messiah Of Fire” and “The Nightmare.”
He feels like it’s now his job to save Project: Honor and cleanse it of those that don’t belong here. One way or another he is out to get people to prove that they belong here and that’s what he has done with Julius Fairweather. Julius was just the first of many to come that had to prove themselves to be worthy, that or Pyro would have made sure he had become just another sacrifice. No one is safe, everyone in Fallout is on notice and Pyro really didn’t give a fuck at all who they were. The sick and twisted thoughts of Pyro are to seek and destroy. Seek out who belongs and destroy those who don’t.
As Pyro sat in his hotel room, he was thinking about yesterday and how amazing of a day it was. He walks over to the mirror in the hotel room and what he sees looking back at him obviously is his reflection but not with a smile on his face like he had. The reflection of Pyro had blood on his face and a sick smirk to go along with it. Pyro stands there rubbing his eyes trying to see if his mind was playing tricks on him but he still saw the same reflection in the mirror.
“Listen to me! Listen very carefully! You need to forget about everything and remember who you’re. You’re Pyro, the bloodthirsty, pain-loving, and beast who needs to show everyone he will do whatever it takes to get the job done.”
Once the reflection had finished talking, it was as if the happy memories had drained from his thoughts as he now too stood there with the same sick smirk that his reflection had as he started laughing.
“That’s definitely who I am. That’s definitely who’ll be standing in that ring come Fallout too. I don’t give a fuck about who I’m teamed with and I certainly don’t about my opponents too. I’ve gone to WAR with Julius Fairweather and that motherfucker is still alive to tell the tale. Yes, Julius has earned my respects but it still doesn’t mean I’m not going to go out there and tear him limb from fucking limb. I got inside of Fairweather’s head and I can guarantee that I’m still rent-free inside that motherfucker's head. It’s thanks to me that Julius Fairweather looks like a fucking egg and it will be me who scrambles that head all over that ring come our match. You put up a good fight at Disputed Territory Julius but what you failed to do was keep me down. There isn’t anyone able to do that either, I’m a beast, I’ll eat anyone alive inside that ring and you know full well how true that is. I don’t care that our match ended in a double knockout, I also don’t care that you’re stupid enough to accept being in that ring against me again. Just know Julius that I don’t care if it’s you, Savannah, or even Pixie, I’m going out there and I’m going to fucking destroy everyone who gets in my way. So a word of warning to Kayla and Valkyrie, if you so much as look at me in the wrong way I’ll destroy your asses too.”
“Plastic Tits Richards and Blonde Bimbo Valk, just don’t do anything to cost us this match or you’ll be the next one I’m having to cleanse. I don’t give a fuck how much you believe Fallout to be your show Kayla, it isn’t. I’d happily melt your tits because they’re as fake as you fucking are as a person. You don’t want to be in this match with me as much as I don’t want to be in it with you. Just know that as long as we stay on the same page and get the job done there will be no trouble between us, so don’t fuck this up like you did when you face off against Pixie for fuck sake. As for you Valkyrie, who are you? I’m still trying to work out why you’re even on the Fallout roster let alone in this match with Kayla and me. Meh, whatever, just make sure you pull your weight, or I will set fire to you and shit on your fucking ashes.”
Pyro runs his hand through his dreadlocks before going to take a seat on the couch in the hotel room.
“Julius motherfucking Fairweather, can just kiss my fucking ass! As for Savannah Ain’t No Sunshine when Pyro is around, do you want another Fireball To The Face? I don’t even know why I’m asking you that question because you’re likely to get another one unless you’re too scared to step in that ring with me. How will you explain to your kid why you look like a burn victim? Don’t worry, just tell your kid to facetime Uncle Pyro and I’ll tell him all about it. I’ll tell him how his mommy suffered at the hands of The Messiah Of Fire. You don’t have Jason here in this match to save you as he did against Drago. You may well have Julius and Pixie there but they’re not going to be able to save you Lil Miss Candyland. It was such a shame that you didn’t follow through with that invite to Candyland because I’d have had so much fun standing there watching it burn down to nothing more than ashes. Savannah you’re never going to be as good as me here in Fallout, you’re only here to make up the numbers, as far as I’m concerned when I look at you Savannah you’re nothing but an enhancement talent with a lucky win over Drago to her name.”
“Last but not least we have Pixie Sloane, the woman who managed to get one over on Titty McGee to take that Noble Championship you have. I couldn’t give a fuck about that Championship or you and I certainly don’t care about the stipulations of that Championship either. Just know that you don’t have Noble Rules to save you in this match. Just hope that Kayla is the one who gets her hands on you because what I’m capable of will be far more damaging than what she is capable of. The more and more I look at you Pixie, the more and more I hope I don’t ever have to face you again. Not because I’m worried about you but because I’m better than you and better than that Noble Championship you represent. Soon enough Kayla will take that meaningless Championship off you and then you can go back to irrelevance where you belong.”
Picking up the bottle of Fireball Whiskey from the table, Pyro takes a couple of mouthfuls from it before placing it back down on the table.
“Julius, Savannah, and Pixie say your prayers because you’re about to meet Pyro, the decider of your fate.”
The last thing we hear is the spine chilling laughter from Pyro.
