Tyrus, the towering former pro-wrestler turned political commentator, is a man of many talents. He can command a wrestling ring, light up a TV screen with sharp takes, and deliver punchlines like a seasoned comedian. But there’s one place he clearly doesn’t belong: the kitchen.

It all started on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Tyrus, feeling unusually domestic, decided he was going to surprise his friends with a home-cooked Italian dinner. After all, how hard could spaghetti and garlic bread be?

The Plan (That Sounded Simple Enough)

Armed with confidence and a vague memory of how his grandmother used to make sauce, Tyrus announced his intentions with pride. “I’m making dinner tonight,” he declared to a few close friends in a group chat. The group fell silent for a moment before someone replied: “Do we need to call for backup—or the fire department?”

Undeterred by the sarcasm, Tyrus made his way to the grocery store. He picked up spaghetti, tomato sauce, garlic bread, and what he proudly referred to as “that green leafy stuff” (which turned out to be parsley). No recipe, no measuring cups—just vibes.

Step One: The Sauce (a.k.a. Tomato Trauma)

Back at home, he threw on an apron that barely fit around his frame, turned on some 80s rock, and got to work. He dumped a jar of tomato sauce into a pot and, feeling fancy, added an entire head of garlic—unpeeled. “Extra flavor,” he mumbled.

Not content to stop there, he added ketchup. Yes, ketchup. Why? “Because it’s tomato too, and I like it on fries.” This was followed by hot sauce, a splash of coffee (which he swears was an accident), and something from the fridge labeled “mystery marinade.”

As the concoction bubbled ominously, the kitchen began to smell like a confused food truck. But Tyrus was focused. It was time for garlic bread.

Step Two: The Bread (and the Smoke)

He unwrapped the store-bought garlic bread, then thought, “This isn’t garlicky enough.” So he soaked it in olive oil and added raw minced garlic—about two full bulbs. He placed the loaf directly on the oven rack without a tray. He then turned the oven up to 500°F. Why? “I wanted it crispy, like in the restaurants.”

What he didn’t realize is that olive oil plus high heat plus no tray equals disaster.

Minutes later, smoke began pouring out of the oven like a fog machine. Tyrus, blissfully unaware, was in the other room flexing in the mirror with a ladle, pretending to host his own cooking show. Then: BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Enter: The Fire Alarm

The smoke alarm erupted. Tyrus jumped like he was back in the ring. He sprinted into the kitchen, opened the oven, and was greeted by a wall of smoke and flaming bits of garlic bread. Panicking, he grabbed a dish towel and began fanning the smoke—toward the alarm. The beeping got louder.

At this point, his neighbor knocked on the door. “Are you okay?” she shouted. “We smelled smoke!” Tyrus, holding a blackened loaf of bread like it was a newborn, shouted back: “Everything’s under control!”

It wasn’t.

The Dog, the Firemen, and the Aftermath

His dog, Max, had taken refuge under the couch, eyes wide and ears back. The smoke was so thick even the cat decided to help—by knocking over a water bottle in protest.

Eventually, the fire department was indeed called—by the neighbor, not Tyrus. Three firefighters arrived, masks on, only to find a massive man holding a scorched pan and explaining, “I was just trying to make dinner.”

After confirming the house was not in imminent danger, one of the firefighters asked, “What were you making?” Tyrus answered: “Spaghetti.” The firefighter replied, “Next time, just order pizza.”

The Cleanup (and the Lessons)

The sauce was unsalvageable. The bread was charcoal. The spaghetti? Never even made it into the pot. But Tyrus, ever the entertainer, turned the whole event into an Instagram Live later that night.

Wearing the same soot-covered apron, he recounted the ordeal with tears of laughter in his eyes. Thousands of fans tuned in to hear about “The Great Garlic Fire of 2025.” He ended the livestream with a simple, powerful message:
“Don’t cook angry. And never trust parsley.”

The Internet Reacts

Within hours, the story had gone viral. Memes popped up with captions like:

“Tyrus’ Cooking: Rated E for Emergency”

“Hell’s Kitchen? More like Tyrus’ Kitchen”

“Chef Boy-ar-DON’T”

Fans loved it. Even Gordon Ramsay commented with a fire emoji and the words: “This is why we train, mate.”

Tyrus’ Takeaway

In a follow-up interview, Tyrus was asked if he’d try cooking again. “Absolutely,” he said with a grin. “But next time, I’m starting with cereal.”

He’s also reportedly considering launching a YouTube series titled “Cooking with Chaos,” in which he tries to follow fan-submitted recipes—without instructions.