Post by Pyro on Jul 11, 2021 20:40:33 GMT -5
“Wise men change, fools stay the same.” - Kevin Gates
UNAIRED FOOTAGE
SANFORD, FLORIDA
JULY 9TH, 2021
It had been a few hours now that “The Messiah Of Fire” Pyro had been sitting in front of the mirror in his bedroom. He’d been looking at himself wondering if it was time to get rid of the dreadlocks or not. Pyro had put a lot of years into growing them and despite people saying they were dirty, he’d taken amazing care of them. That was the thing with people who had uneducated opinions on things, they’d just assume stuff and not bother to actually research. Or listen to the person knowing what they’re talking about. Pyro was sitting on a wooden chair that he’d set up in front of the mirror and where he’d been sitting so long, his ass was almost as square as Jason Long’s Lego head.
As Pyro got up to his feet, stretching his legs to get some feeling back into his ass cheeks, you could see the scissors on a table. Some hair clippers too. Pyro finally with some life back in his butt and legs walks back to the chair and sits down. He picks up a remote from the table and starts pushing buttons when eventually classical music starts to play. Placing the remote back on the table from where he got it, he picks up the scissors once again, looking into the mirror. You could see that Pyro was nervous, yes of all people, Pyro was actually nervous as his handshakes a little. He places the scissors back down on the table and lets out a deep sigh.
The Fireball Cinnamon Whisky that was also on the table was already undone. Pyro picks it up and drinks from it. There was no reaction as he gulped it down before placing it back on the table. Once again grabbing the scissors, this time the shakes had gone, but the nerves were still there though. This was actually a big deal to Pyro, this was something that he’d started growing since the birth of his daughter. To others, it might be as simple as just cutting away or even getting someone else to do it for them. Only for Pyro, this was much more of a personal moment that he needed to do himself. Bringing the scissors up to his hair, with his other hand, Pyro grabs one of his dreadlocks and cuts it as close to his head as possible. With the dreadlock in hand, he just sits there staring at it. It signaled that he’d finally accepted that the change needed to be made. After dropping the dreadlock to the floor he started cutting the rest off.
THE RESULT TWO HOURS LATER…
After Pyro had taken a picture of the fresh new haircut and beard trim, he walked back into the bedroom. Classical music was still playing. A genuinely happy smile appears on his face as The Phantom of the Opera starts to play. Once it had kicked in, Pyro started to sing along, and shockingly, such a beautiful voice came from such an ugly man as most would say as he sings Christine’s part of the song.
“In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again? For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind.”
As Pyro finished singing the Christine part, he gets to the “Inside my mind” part as he taps his finger against his head. Every word that Pyro was singing was pitch-perfect and something no one would believe he could do. Pyro prepares himself to now go ahead and sing The Phantom of the Opera's part now.
“Sing once again with me
our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind.”
No one but Pyro knows he can sing like this. He’d forgotten that he’d given Anya Brendon a key, his Social Worker or Care Worker, it doesn’t matter. What mattered more was that she was his girlfriend. As it came to the Christine part this time, Pyro was shocked as Anya walked in the bedroom starting to sing it as she smiled too seeing the new haircut and beard trim for the first time too.
“Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear.”
Pyro just smiles before preparing to sing The Phantom of the Opera part again.
“It's me they hear.”
With a big smile on her face, Anya is happy to see this side of Pyro as they both share a kiss full of passion before getting ready to sing the next part together.
“Your/my spirit and my/your voice
in one combined
the phantom of the opera is there
inside my/your mind.”
Pyro and Anya were both standing opposite now as Pyro held Anya’s hands in his hands before singing his part again.
“In all your fantasies
you always knew
that man and mystery.”
As Pyro lets go of Anya’s hands, she smiles at him before singing her part.
“Were both in you.”
They then get to the part of the song where they both sing together again.
“And in his labyrinth
where night is light
The phantom of the opera is there/here
Inside your/my mind.”
You could feel the amazing connection between Pyro and Anya, even as they were both singing. Now it was back to Pyro again as he ran his hand through the hair he had left before signing.
“Sing, my angel of music.”
When Pyro got to the Angel part of the singing he pointed straight at Anya who giggled adorably. Once Anya had stopped giggling, she sang back her part.
“He's there, the phantom of the opera.”
Obviously when Anya sang the part “He’s there” she pointed over at Pyro who had a devilish smile on his face. The last part of the song was coming up and that part was all Pyro’s to sing.
“Sing, sing for me.
Sing, my angel of music.
Sing for me!”
When Pyro had finished singing, Anya just ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him as he did the same in return. Obviously Pyro was taller than Anya so her arms were wrapped around his body as his arms wrapped around above her shoulders.
“First of all mister, what happened to the hair and beard? Secondly, where did that voice come from and why keep it from me?”
When they stopped hugging after Anya had finished talking, she playfully punched his arm as he pretended as if it hurt.
“I see you’ve been working out your little arms. As for the hair and beard, I just thought I needed a change. The voice has always been there, why is it good?”
Smiling, Pyro walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it. For a long moment she was looking at him, still that stunning smile all over her face. For a split second, she did remember when he came to their first meeting. All arrogant, annoying and rude. A lot has changed since then. They had. She did walk after him, without hesitation sitting down on his lap.
“I have been telling you ever since, you have talents way bigger than beating people up. And that shall tell you something, considering you do that rather well. People that are good at music usually have good hearts.”
“Good heart? I just think that’s your influence on me. We both know that I can be two different people but no one else knows that. Do you really think they’d accept me for who I am when I’m with you?”
“Honestly? It doesn’t matter. Like, this is the two of us. I learned to look behind masks though, love. To me, you are not that predator, but to the rest of the world, you have to be exactly that. In a job like yours, if you wanna be taken seriously, there is no other way. And to a degree, I feel special that only I get to see that side of you.”
She softly kisses him again before resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as he listened to every word she had to say.
“You’re special to me. Just you and I against the world now. I know that I let my past define who I am too much, but I’m glad that you’re letting me see that I’m more than just the monster that I portray to the world. So thank you.”
“Sometimes it’s the smallest decisions that can change your life forever.” - Keri Russell
AIRED FOOTAGE
UNKNOWN LOCATION
JUNE 11TH, 2021
“Are you recording yet?”
The cameraman nods his head at Pyro. Pyro then responds with a smirk that sends shivers down your spine. Especially since he was standing there with a fuel can in his hand too.
“I’m nearly ready, just have a little more fuel to pour, and then the heat will be on.”
Once he had finished talking, Pyro walked around pouring the rest of the fuel out from the fuel can. Not even the cameraman was sure of where they were but it looked like some abandoned warehouse or whatever. The sheer joy in Pyro’s face as he strikes the match, not taking his eyes off the camera at all. Without breaking that creepy stare of his, he flicks the match down to where the fuel was. The fuel instantly engulfs in flames, surrounding Pyro and the cameraman, there was no escape. Pyro was happy and enjoying being surrounded by fire, whereas the cameraman was feeling extremely nervous and scared.
“There is no better feeling than being surrounded by fire. The flames are so pretty and the smell is better than any other I’ve smelled before. The fear and uncertainty that I see in the cameraman's face, is the same I know I’ll see at Guts, Gold, and Glory. It doesn’t matter who you’re, what front you put up, or how good you believe yourself to be. When things get heated up in that ring, there is only one who’ll be victorious. That obviously will be “The Messiah Of Fire” Pyro. It doesn’t matter if we’re surrounded by fire or by a barbed wire cage. It makes no difference to me. For all I care we could be surrounded by dead bodies, it means I could just add another four to the pile. Shit! I just indicated about murder, I wonder how many people believe I’m a murderer now. After all, they'll believe anything. Look at Havoc, a man in his own right who people should be worried about but he is just a Diet Pyro.”
The cameraman has had to move closer to Pyro now because of the heat of the fire, whereas Pyro has actually moved closer to the fire.
“Havoc, not only did you cost me a match, you expect me to join up with you. Let me just tell you now, it’s not going to happen, ever!
Why would I join forces with you? Like, seriously, why?
You may have impressed a few here in Project: Honor but I’m still yet to be impressed by you. The way you’ve been begging me to join forces with you, it isn’t a nice look and someone I’d want to be around. Even a man like myself has standards, and I’m not about to lower them to stand alongside you. If it wasn’t obvious by now why I did what I did in our match. Then allow me to explain it so you understand. Julius Fairweather and I went back and forth for months. That motherfucker took me to my limit and beyond. I have something that they call respect for him, even if I do still hate him. When the idea came up of Julius and I teaming up, I jumped at the chance. You see, unlike Havoc and Pyro as a team where I keep losing because you’re a fucking idiot. Julius and Pyro as a team is a much better choice. The hate we have for each other is outweighed slightly by the respect we have. FAI has been born, for the simple-minded fools like you Havoc, that stands for Fire And Ice and motherfucker we ain’t nice.”
You can hear the noise of someone freaked the fuck out as Pyro puts his hand in the flames and holds it there. The noise obviously comes from the cameraman which just makes Pyro respond with a burst of eerie laughter.
“I’d love for nothing more than to just stand there and watch the world burn, just know that it won’t be alongside you Havoc. Come Guts, Gold, and Glory, I’m going to reach down your throat, pull out what's left of your guts and after throwing them to the mat, I’m going to stomp all over them. By the time I’m done with you Havoc, the only thing you’ll be begging me for is your life. When I step in that ring, I don’t care who I hurt. I don’t even care if I end someone's career. If they’re stupid enough to step in that ring with me, then what happens to them, is all on them. I need to save Fallout from guys like you. Guys who think as long as they throw on some face paint, it makes them look badass. Well, I got news for you Havoc. No matter how much you polish a turd it won’t make it better. The same goes for you when it comes to sticking on your face paint.”
“I still can’t get over the fact that you thought you and I would be brothers in arms Havoc. Whatever possessed you to believe such a thing? Hearing you say that doesn't impress me at all, it just made me laugh at how much of a try-hard you’re. Well, you should’ve tried harder in our match, maybe then I might have actually been impressed by something you’ve done. If you actually thought for one second that I’d hear all that drabble of taking your hand and that I recognize the fire that burns inside you. Havoc, I’m flattered that you’re infatuated with me but no I will not re-enact Brokeback Mountain with you. As for bringing it down to ruins together, Havoc, do Fallout a favor, get on your horse and ride off into the mountains. I’m not your cowboy, and this town isn’t big enough for the both of us. After you lose yet again, maybe your self-pity will take over that fancy you have for me. I get it, you strive to be just like me but I’m happy to say, you’ll never be me and I hope that breaks your heart.”
Finally Pyro takes his hand from the flames, bringing the hand up to his nose and sniffing in the aroma of burning flesh.
“Nothing better than the smell of burning flesh. Maybe a Fireball To The Face is on the cards for Havoc, Syndicate, Pandalike, and Levi Kirstein. Look at this fire around me, be like everyone else, and believe that I’m nothing but fire. I welcome you to believe that’s all I am. Many before have done so. I’ve again and again proved them wrong too. So if I have to do that again, that’s no biggie to me. I’ll step in that barbed wire cage along with you all. None of you understand the hurt you’re in for though. None of you will remember a friend of mine, Drago Santiago. He was a man that taught me that the best weapon was myself. That hurting people could easily be done just by snapping their fingers. Maybe I’ll pay homage to him and snap the fingers of every single one of you. I proved against Julius Fairweather time and time again that I’m also capable of just standing there and fighting. It doesn’t matter if there is a Gimmick as some of the stuck-up assholes of Proving Ground would say or not. I’m going to be the one walking out the winner at Guts, Gold, and Glory. I kind of find it funny though that someone who isn’t NOBLE at all is actually in a match to become the number one contender for the NOBLE CHAMPIONSHIP.”
“I’m okay with admitting that a Noble Rules match isn’t my thing. It doesn’t mean I’m not going to go out there and beat whoever the Noble Champion is though. I know you’re all going to think I’m counting my chickens before they hatched. Whereas I’m the type of guy who knows you’re all my sacrifices in this match. Christian DeMarco is smart enough to want me as the face of Fallout. He doesn’t care about the likes of Jason Long, Kayla Richards, and Savannah Sunshine. The only time that the Prime Championship meant something was when Drago held it. Jason Long since winning the Prime Championship has been nothing but a fart in a broken elevator. Just hanging around like a bad smell but stuck on going down like Jason Long in the ring. I’m going to step out of Guts, Gold, and Glory with the victory. I’m then going to take the Noble Championship from whoever has it. Then I will make it mean more than Jason Long has made the Prime Championship worth.”
The fire around wasn’t the only fire you could see. The fire within Pyro was easy to see in his eyes.
“Pandalike, the man wearing a mask. Now I’m a man who likes masks but yours looks like something even a blind person would be ashamed of. You might not like being compared to an underdog but you’re just that. You have very little chance of winning this match, I’d consider your chances better if I wasn’t in the match but unfortunately for you that isn’t the case, toothpick. I don’t care what you say, there is no way you’re five feet and eight inches tall, I’ve probably had shits bigger than you and with more talent. I’ve watched what you’ve previously had to say and none of it makes you stand out to me as much as anyone else in this match. You haven’t done so well since you signed up here in Project: Honor Pandalike but I could’ve told you that before you even competed. As soon as I watched what you had to say in previous matches, it was clear to me that you’re just another worthless soul I need to take care of and rid Fallout of. So do yourself a favor, stay out of my way as much as you can, that is the only way for your survival. Not only your survival in the match but in Project: Honor as a whole.”
“Syndicate.”
A deep sigh can be heard from Pyro.
“A man who is much like myself only needs one name. The only difference being, my name means more in Project: Honor than yours ever would. Whenever anyone with a brain sees they’re facing me they’re worried about the amount of pain they’re going to have to deal with. Although it’s a shame to say this, there really aren't many people in Project: Honor who have a brain. You’ll always get the ones that think they’re smarter than others but most of them are over on Proving Ground. There are only a select few here on Fallout who have a brain. I have one and I’m smarter than most would like to admit or know. I’m smart enough to know that you, you’re going to come out there with a lot to prove. Syndicate, although you have a lot to prove, you’re not going to be doing that against me. By all means go out there at Guts, Gold, and Glory believing that you’re capable of beating me. Just know that I’m going to take great pleasure in breaking that belief of yours and everyone else’s inside that barbed wire cage.”
“This warning of yours Syndicate. Does that apply to me too or are you smart enough to know that any warning you give me will fall on deaf ears? I’d seriously think about how you answer that too. Just know that I’m not the man to mess with or piss off. It won’t take me much to choke the life out of you and not have a second thought about it. I don’t care if that means you and I have a problem because I’m quite happy to be the one to solve that problem. Starting with making you just another victim in this match. You’re not a man of your words either, what happened to you stepping up to the Ascension Champion? That didn’t end how you wanted it to, did it? Just like this match isn’t going to end up how you want it to either. So the best thing for you to do is take your warning, write it down on a piece of paper, hand it to me and watch as I set fire to it in front of you.”
How calm Pyro was around the fire was so much different from how the cameraman was who made a point to stay away from it.
“Last but not least is Levi Kirstein. The God of The New World and The Absolute as he likes to go by. It doesn’t matter what world you claim to be the God of, every single one I’ll be there to burn it to the fucking ground. You’re The Absolute definition of someone who thinks they’re the bee's knees. Well, you can buzz off with that shit right away. It hasn’t got you far yet and it isn’t about to start doing so at Guts, Gold, and Glory. You can preach about how you’re going to do this and how you’re going to do that. Feel free to do so, I need something to help me fall asleep. I noticed how you preached about how you were going to be the new Ascension Champion but we all know how that went down. Not exactly something for you to brag about I guess. Then again I could be wrong and you could brag about how good you thought you were. News check though, you weren’t all that great at all. I’m waiting for that same line I heard you say. You know, the one where you say please try and fucking stop me. Well, the fact you were stopped shows me that I won’t have such a hard time doing the same.”
“It doesn’t matter what any of you bring to this match. It doesn’t even matter that this match is in honor of Zookeeper Appreciation Month. All that matters is that I’m going to be the one walking out of Guts, Gold, and Glory as the winner. All I have to do is lock you all up in cages, do you really think that is going to be hard for someone like me? I’ve caged up animals like you four many times. So this match really shouldn’t be that hard. The only difference being you’re all going to give me more of a fight than those I’ve had to cage up before. Trust me, it’s more fun when those you want to torture fight back. I’ll see you at Guts, Gold, and Glory where you’ll all be dreading it!”
The sound of creepy laughter comes from Pyro as it echoes throughout the abandoned warehouse. Without warning, Pyro just walks through the flames and out of sight. The cameraman starts to panic as he looks for a way out. The flames were far too hot for him to walk through so he panics even more knowing that Pyro had just done that and left him there. Without a warning, there is a long bang as the once-hot flames that surrounded the cameraman disappear. The cameraman looks around wondering where Pyro was but he could see nothing but emptiness in the abandoned warehouse. The flames had just miraculously disappeared along with Pyro. The last thing you see is the camera going up and down frantically as if the cameraman was running before the camera cuts off.
