Pyro's Final Flame : Twisted Iron MC

by Liberty Parker

  As Frost is announced, I watch through the opening of the curtain separating me from the ring as she prances her way out. Her entourage is in full force, chanting her name as she makes her way to the center. Once her fans calm down, my moniker is announced. “Facing off with Frost tonight, is the fire breather herself. Everyone give a round of applause as we welcome back the much feared, the deadliest of them all, Dragon, to the floor!” The room is packed with the crowd giving me a standing ovation, clapping and chanting can be heard as I make my way down the path. “This is a special occasion tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Who will be the victor? Will it be the ice queen herself, or the fire breathing dragon?” the announcer calls out. I internally roll my eyes, because everyone knows that fire beats ice any day of the week. I’ll melt this bitch into a puddle of tears. There’s no way she’ll match the flame brewing within me.

  As soon as we are standing nose to nose and toe to toe, I can smell the accelerant used during my fights being drenched in a circle around us. It’s my calling card, to fight inside of the flames that fuel me. When the match strikes the liquid, flames ignite and dance around, lighting up the ring before my eyes. I see Frost’s eyes widen slightly before she regains her composure, putting her game face back into place. One that I assume is meant to be laced with fear for her opponent, if anything, it spurs me further. “Save it for someone who’s scared easily, I’m not the one to waste that look on,” I mouth the words to her.

  She squares off her shoulders and a smirk curls up on her face. “I don’t wanna scare you, darlin’. I’m just here to put your fire out. Don’t you know melted ice turns to water and that, my dear fire breather, will put out any flame.”

  I say nothing in response to her. This is all a part of the game. We shit talk to one another, only I learned early on to grow an extremely thick skin. It saved me a lot more ass whoopings and I haven’t lost a fight since. This is a lesson Pyro continually has to remind me of outside the ring, but also one he could use himself. Balling my fist and drawing them upward, I set myself up defensively as the announcer amps up the crowd one more time.

  Pyro

  As I make my way to the arena, I’m pissed when my eyes zero in on a ring of fire. A blaze that’s circling my woman and some other bitch. Fumes are permeating the air surrounding me. She’s purposefully placed herself in a dangerous situation. Without backup; I should always be at her back in instances such as this. My brothers should have the chance to be there in case we need them. This type of event is known to break out into riots. Winners become boastful; losers become violent with irritation. It has the potential to cause a catastrophe of epic proportions.

  Lives are at stake when emotions are at an all-time high. Who’s here to protect Shara from this? Not me! I would’ve been had she asked, I would’ve supported her had she had the fucking balls enough to tell me she needed this. I’ve proven to her, time and time again, that I support her in all things… but this, she didn’t entrust me with. That is where the hostility I’m experiencing is stemming from.

  Watching two women battle for top bitch is something I could get behind. My woman will always be the victor, she doesn’t do well with second best and strives to be the top contender. My skin is crawling in goosebumps as my ire continues to grow. When I notice another man put a mouthguard in to protect her teeth, I’m seething with the vision of another man with his hands on her. No one is supposed to touch her other than me. I’ve punched Fox in the face for testing me once. All he did was place his arm over her shoulder and I lost my ever-loving shit. And I know him; this guy however, is a complete stranger and has no right touching her in any way, shape, or form.

  They are all embedded inside the flames. If they think that will protect her from me getting to her, they’re sorely mistaken. Pyro… it’s more than a road name, it’s my life. I play with fire for fun, which means all of my clothes have been prepped with fire resistance coating. I purchase special shirts to withstand the heat that flickers from my obsession with flames. Rogue places his hand on my shoulder to halt me from moving closer toward her. “Let this play out, Pyro. Let’s see what your woman is all about. This is something in her life that none of us have been privy to. I for one would like to know what she’s capable of in a one on one setting.” My teeth and jaw ache from the amount of clenching I’ve done lately… all because of one woman. The one who drives me insane daily.

  “I know what my woman is capable of, Pres. That doesn’t mean she needs to show the world how dangerous an individual she is,” I insist through my tirade.

  “Your brothers and I would like to see, Pyro. Take a seat. That’s not a suggestion, it’s an order,” he sternly states.

  “I need to be over there with her,” I emphatically disagree with him.

  “You’re already in deep shit for disobeying my order earlier. Don’t make the mistake of doing it again.” Rogue’s words are laced with anger and retribution is heard in his tone. “I may be inclined to go lenient on the first one if you actually follow this one.”

  Turning my head from my woman to face off with my Pres, I recognize that he’s not playing with me. He’s already mentally standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to push me off and introduce me to my maker. I can’t allow this to happen until after I get my hands wrapped around Shara’s throat. I’m gonna choke the fuck out of her for this stunt she’s pulled. No one places my woman in danger, not even herself. “She is gonna pay, in blood, Pres,” I make this statement clear so he’s not making it his place to be her defender once this charade of a match is over with. She. Is. Mine. I’m gonna hog tie her to our bed and spank her ass until welts form and blood is drawn. She will pay for putting me through this.

  Heads are going to roll tonight.

  She’s in some hot water.

  Rogue leads me to a seat; which happens to be on the first row, front and center. Pee Wee, Shadow and us sit side by side as the women charge each other once the bell rings. It reminds me of all of the old clan movies where the Titans clash into each other. Shara’s like a wrecking ball once her body slams into the other bitch’s. Arms and feet go flying through the air. They are so quick in their maneuvers that I can’t tell who’s winning and who’s losing. They are evenly matched, for each blow Shara inflicts, she’s on the receiving end of one just as vicious.

  “Is it just me, or is this fucking hot?” Pee Wee announces, bouncing up and down in his seat.

  “It’d be better if there was mud and bikinis involved,” Shadow muses. “My dick’s hard watching two bitches try to dominate the other one.”

  “One of those women is your sister, fuckface. I highly recommend that you think before you speak from this point on,” I irritatedly announce to him as I swing my right fist and connect with his shoulder blade.

  “I’m only joking. Fuck, Pyro, when did you lose your sense of humor? If that had been another old lady you’d be jesting with the rest of us. Simmer down and find your balls,” Shadow states through narrow eyes.

  “But it’s not another old lady, it’s mine,” I fiercely remind him. “And my balls are just as large and in charge as they’ve always been.” Grabbing my lower region, I cup it and waggle it in his direction. “See, so fucking big my hand won’t fit around them.”

  “I do not want to know how big your balls are, Pyro,” Rogue states in a disgusted tone. “Besides, you’d all be taking enhancement pills if you ever got a load of what I carry around on a daily basis.” At that, we all look at Rogue with wide, unsure eyes. He’s surely joking about his nether region. I’m a big motherfucker with the balls and dick to support that fact. Rogue is shorter than me by at least a foot, and his feet and hands are tiny compared to mine. Women have always joked about the size of a man’s appendages indicates the size of his lower package. Now, I’m wondering how much of that’s a true thought and how much is a myth. Not that I want to whip my dick out and compare sizes with my Pres or anything, but still, a man has his pride and all.

  “Holy shit!” Pee Wee
exclaims, standing up to his feet catching my attention. I swivel my head away from my brothers and focus on the fight ensuing in front of us. My eyes widen as I stand up and watch my woman wrap her legs around this woman’s head as she takes her down.

  Shara

  Frost went for a low blow, which pissed me the hell off. She reached up and grabbed the bun on top of my head and pulled it with all of her might… a bitch move if I’ve ever seen one. No more playing miss nice guy, fuck no, that time is done and over with. Grabbing her wrist with my hand, I swing my lower body up by pushing off with my feet. My legs scissor in midair then wrap firmly around the bitch’s neck. My knees lock together behind her head and I squeeze, my inner muscles are screaming in protest from the way I’m grasping her with all of the power in my legs. Her hands go to my thighs as she attempts to pry them apart. Her nails dig into my skin, I feel a trickle of blood escape the scratches she’s inflicted. But I get off on pain, I live for it, she will not faze me or hurt me into letting her go. I squeeze harder which causes her to lose her balance. We both fall to the floor, her underneath me, my knees stabilizing me as they hold my body in an upright position. She only slaps her hands to the floor twice, it’s a three time tap out, so I don’t stop. I begin pummeling her rib cage with my fists. Right jab, left jab, I give each side equal attention. I’m lost in fury, in vengeance, only I’m not sure it’s her underneath me being punished… in my mind's eye, it’s Pyro.

  After I’ve pummeled on her for a while, with her unable to buck me off as she’s been attempting to do since I got her in this position, she finally taps out. I stop my arm mid-blow nearly knocking me off balance. The referee comes over and helps me up off of Frost. Looking down at her, I see anger plastered over her face. I can tell she wants to get up and fight, I almost wish she would. I need more, fighting her only slightly got rid of the anger coiling through me. I hear the fire extinguisher putting out the fire surrounding us and when it goes out, I pause. Standing there, arms crossed, feet splayed in a fighting stance is none other than my man, as well as Rogue, Pee Wee and Shadow. And none of them appear to be happy with me at this moment.

  “Fuck,” I hiss under my breath as the ref raises my hand high in the air. I’m announced the victor of the fight. The crowd roaring around me is drowned out by the beating of my heart. The pulsating rhythm is strong, as I take in the men I consider family.

  7

  Pyro

  The way her eyes widen when they see me makes my skin crawl with the desire to yank her from the fucker and show everyone who she belongs to. The ability to show her that I’m proud as fuck of her for winning is overshadowed by her treachery. Part of me wants to rush to her side; swing her around while she’s glowing from her victory. But the other half of me, that side is afraid that I’d let my monster out and fuck her in the middle of the ring for all to witness; claiming her publicly while showcasing my own dominance. The fact that she’s even allowed other men to touch her is a mark against her. She knows better; she gets and understands how possessive of her I am. I went out of my way to find her the best female doctors and dentists in our area to ensure that she’s untouched by another male.

  As I stand here, surrounded by my brothers, I contemplate how I want to handle this situation with her. “Your woman’s a true badass,” Shadow mentions to me as I survey my mind's ideas.

  “Shara is a handful,” Rogue begins, “but she still went and did something dangerous without the club’s backing. She has to answer for that.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about that,” I state, “she’s more than going to be punished for this action.” Amongst others, although I keep those words to myself.

  “Who’s that motherfucker?” Pee Wee points to the man who’s rushing toward my woman then wrapping her up in his arms once he makes his way to her.

  “Whoever he is, he’s signed his death warrant by touching what’s mine,” I grumble as my legs begin to eat the distance separating me from Shara.

  “You heard him, boys, this man disrespected Pyro by publicly groping his old lady. It’s time for a lesson on respect,” Rogue issues. I hear my brothers’ boots stomping behind me as they too head in to have my back.

  “Shara!” I bellow, then see red when she pushes the guy behind her back. She wants to protect him from me? She’s just ensured herself a visit to the shack that I keep for ‘special’ punishments. And if anything, this has earned her just that.

  “Pyro, this is an old friend, Jerrod. I called him and asked him to get me in tonight. He’s done nothing wrong,” she pleads, her hands held out in front of her to ward me off, as I stomp my way to the two of them. Not fucking happening. She didn’t want me to pummel her friend's face, she should’ve kept him at an arm's length at all times.

  “Aw fuck, he’s gone manic,” I hear Shadow proclaim from behind me. “Do we save the poor weasel or let him do his thing? I really don’t want to visit my brother behind bars.”

  “He won’t do time. This is an illegal operation which I’m sure he has on a normal basis. He won’t want the cops watching his every move. We need to let Pyro handle this and have his back no matter what.” Rogue fiercely champions me and my decisions.

  “I for one am not about to see anything,” Pee Wee announces and I hold off the grin that wants to take hold. “I think that Jerrod fucker’s fated to take a long, hard fall. Damn, it’s gonna hurt.”

  “Now, wait a minute boys. Let’s talk this out.” Shara attempts to be the peacemaker of four riled-up bikers.

  Reaching out, I grab her by her wrist and toss her to Pee Wee issuing, “Hold her.” Her feet stumble slightly as she’s thrown into his arms. My attention turns to the fucker. “Jerrod was it?” He hesitantly nods his head in affirmation. “Jerrod, that’s my woman you had in your arms. I don’t take kindly to men touching what’s mine.”

  “Dude, I didn’t know,” Jerrod stammers out. “I was just happy for her. Frost didn’t stand a chance against her. She came back unsuspectedly and defeated our current undefeated champion. She’s gonna make a killing money-wise from it.”

  “And you? Did you profit from my woman’s winnings?” My anger is palpable, especially seeing as he’s who she ended up coming to when she needed an outlet. That’s my job. He nervously looks to my brothers then to my woman. Just then, two huge, hulking men, whom I’m assuming are his bouncers come up behind us. “Might wanna call your watch dogs off unless you want this to become a bigger deal than it already is, Jerrod.”

  “Glenn, Pierce, stand down,” Jerrod orders, but the two bozos decide to stay in place. Rogue and Shadow turn around and face off with them. “They’re my bodyguards, they’re paid to do a job, and that’s what they’re doing. I can order them to leave, but that doesn’t mean they’ll abide. Same as your brothers here. Their loyalty runs deep and they’ve been with me for some years.”

  “Then it appears we’re at a standoff. They’ll be paying the price for your sins as well.”

  “Asher, stop!” I turn my attention to Shara and give her an irritated look. She knows that in public my given name is to be unused. It’s demeaning to me and the role I have in the MC. All I do is lift my pointer finger at her and she snaps her lips closed. She doesn’t look happy doing so, but she knows better than to show her ass in front of my club brothers. She’d never step out of line in front of them, she has that much respect for the men in our family. I may be excluded from that at this time, but she loves Rogue like a pseudo uncle and would never want to disappoint him in any way. She however doesn’t mind glaring at me with a look that promises retribution, which I have to admit I’m looking forward to.

  Shara

  With folded arms and an extremely pissed off biker behind me, I enter our home with mixed emotions. I’m fairly certain, no doubt in my mind, that Jerrod’s two main bodyguards are no longer among the living, and well, Jerrod might be right there with them; although I can’t be certain as I was all but dragged out of there.

  Pyro now has another injury to add t
o the injury on his chin. Apparently he disobeyed Rogue’s orders to wait, and he sought after me all on his own. That cost him a black eye and a swollen cheekbone. Pyro hasn’t spoken a single word to me since arriving at and leaving the clubhouse, and honestly, it has me concerned. I did, however, overhear he and Rogue arguing about it being his problem for leaving me out of tonight’s adventures at the warehouse. That bit of information has me reeling inside with anger. But, I’m not sure exactly how much trouble I’m in or have caused for Pyro and the club, so for now, I choose to keep my mouth shut. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit how extremely difficult this is for me.

  Passing by the mirror hung in our entryway, I stop and do a double take at the bruising on my own face. It needs to be iced down and the aches that are now beginning to travel through the rest of my body could use a nice warm soak in a tub with some Epsom salt; not to mention some ibuprofen for the swelling. In four to five days and with good makeup coverage, I should be good as new.

  I hear the crashing of Pyro’s keys onto the table behind me, but decide not to turn around and face him. I’d like to prolong this inevitable punishment of mine for as long as possible. So, I begin to make my way to the bathroom and am surprised when he doesn’t say a word or try to stop me.

  After getting a clean T-shirt from my night drawer, I look behind me and still don’t see him anywhere in sight. Maybe, just maybe he’s too tired as am I to go another round tonight. So, I make my way into the bathroom, begin to draw my bath, and pop a few over-the--counter pain relievers. After removing my clothing and letting my hair down, I skim my fingers across the top of the water to temperature test it. “Ah, yes. Nice and warm,” I say lowly but didn’t actually mean to say it out loud.