Post by Cyrus Daniels on Mar 2, 2024 20:41:28 GMT
Cyrus Daniels wasn’t a man accustomed to surprises. Throughout a tumultuous and thoroughly traumatic childhood, many of the special occasions most well adjusted kids took for granted throughout their formative years and into early adulthood went unacknowledged for him. Growing up, Birthdays, Christmases, Valentines and even Leap Days had long been as unremarkable and indistinguishable from every other regular day on the calendar. Those precious few that did stand out as truly significant in Cyrus’ memories were special not because of what happened, but rather what didn’t.
He had only turned eight when his father had given him his first taste of alcohol. His father’s favourite and most well known vice, tequila swigged straight from the involuntarily shared bottle. It was bitter and vile and Cyrus remembered thinking if the taste had more to do with his father’s spit lining the bottle neck than the liquor inside. Still, in that singular moment, for that one special day, Cyrus had made his father happy and incredibly proud. He was no longer a boy crying over not getting a birthday cake this year, no, now he was a real man.
With a hearty pat on Cyrus’ back and the most sincere hug he’d ever given his only son, Chase promised both Cyrus and his mother that there would be no more beatings now Cyrus was a man, and it was a new year and a chance for them to start over as a family. Cyrus had finally outgrown cakes and presents and parties and any real reason to celebrate anything at all, just like his father wanted.
Barely two months later, Cyrus knew that his father’s last promise to start over again to be just as hollow and meaningless as the others as he heard the familiar crack of an open palm across the face. Downstairs, his mother screamed an apology for serving undercooked potatoes to their guests earlier that evening. From under his duvet, fighting back tears and listening to yet another shouting match over the most minor of mistakes, Cyrus made himself a promise that if he was ever lucky enough to have his own family that he would be a real man for them and that he would always keep his promises.
Over the decades which followed, Cyrus had learned to blanket his most painful beatings and harrowing memories of his mother begging for his father to stop under the mental anesthesia and comforting haze of whiskey and cigarettes. These two vices had become his most dependable support system, celebrating every special occasion with him, and commiserating every other bad day in his life. For the good and okay days, he relied on absolute domination and control in the bedroom. He couldn’t remember the name of every willing or curious submissive he’d ever bedded over the years, but there were a handful of standouts he’d never forgotten.
Dr Nicole Kingsley was his latest, Detective Virginia Spencer was his greatest and so with just those two powerful authoritarian women as points of comparison alone, Cyrus had had little expectation for ‘Legendary’ Vivienne Rodgers to even be able to live up to the good doctor and the even better undercover cop, never mind exceed them.
Still, the confident third generation wrestling sensation had insisted that they do something truly special for their first Valentine’s Day together. They had been reunited by pure chance for about a month now when Vivienne greeted him in a skimpy and not at all practical police officer’s uniform. Noah and Liam had been strategically dropped off at Aunt Dawn’s for the night and that meant she had all night to interrogate him over a string of recent car thefts in the area.
This was the first time Cyrus had seen this more sexually liberated and devilishly playful side of Vivienne Rodgers and the fact that she’d put some real thought into serving his power dynamic inversion kink for their first roleplay scenario left a strong impression on him. Obviously, she wanted to be one of his more memorable submissives.
She spun him around with a surprising amount of strength and loosely cuffed his hands behind his back, setting him up for an easy escape and overpower flip in their play. Five minutes into her playing bad cop, she unzipped and stroked him, waking him up and teasing him to flip the script sooner rather than later. On the edge of his undoing, when he couldn’t take anymore, he kissed her deeply and thrust into her even deeper, having already been teased by her not wearing any underwear. Cyrus thought he knew exactly how to handle her from here and slipped out of the cuffs snapping them over her wrists instead. Her eyes rolled back as he yanked her hair back. She surrendered not only to him but the feeling of being restrained and powerless. A breathless “God yes, I love you, Daddy,” escaped her hot lips and changed everything for them on that special Valentine’s night - their first in forever.
A surprise to be sure, but a most welcome one.
One they celebrated well into the morning of the fifteenth, as Cyrus Daniels found not only a meaning behind this day but also the real Vivienne Rodgers again.
Cyrus Daniels sat on a cane chair. The top three buttons of his black shirt undone and a scarlet tie bridged his neck, undone. He smirked at the camera.
So, my old mate, Warren has decided to stop feelin’ sorry for himself long enough ta declare himself for this human tumbler of a match, hey? Good on ya kid, I look forward ta seein’ first hand if ya still have half the spunk your old man did when he was still alive. From a certain point of view I’m sure ya believe I owe ya big for your part in reunitin’ me with my Kitten, and maybe I do. But whatever I owe you for that, it’s not gonna be an easy path back ta the top. Your pops and I only had a handful of matches sure, but I made him work for it. I made him earn every single second in that ring against me, every time we came face to face.
And it is outta respect for both him and you that I expect no less from you, my boy.
The last time I was in this match a number of years ago, it was strictly under a single appearance deal. Verona had a spot he wanted ta occupy with a monster and he cleared a big fat check with loadsa zeros for that monster to be me. I was happy to do it, it was easy money and I wasn’t exactly swimmin’ in it like he has always been.
This year, he’s reached out ta me yet again, not ta be just another bloke tossed in there to make his next chosen star look good with a monster elimination to his name but rather ‘cause of the reputation I’ve developed outside IWF. I’ve worked too damn long an’ too damned hard ta break free of the shackles of being a sideshow attraction in this business.
I’ve completely rehabbed my image in MMA and Boxing.
Pro wrestling is next.
This year’s Roulette, the biggest in this company’s eleven year history, is mine.
In no other match would I get the golden opportunity to prove my point not to a single opponent, but an entire roster. It’s piss easy to dominate a bloke one on one, I’ve done that to the point of boredom in boxing. I’ve done it for amusement in MMA but pro wrestlin’ is a whole different beast. This business is the only combat arena where regular multiman fights and unfair competition is not only accepted but expected.
Celebrated almost, I mean hell, just look at who Emperor Bertie is runnin’ round with these days. And if he wants to test me personally with any of those Legion arses or even, one on one like a real man, I say bring it, Bertie.
I know I’d rather enjoy showin’ the world that there really are some cheques even your bloated arse can’t cash. Still, if you can’t bring yourself to drop all the cloak an’ dagger bullshit long enough ta enter this match yourself like a real man, then at least have the courtesy ta clear some if your best and brightest for this match. Warren and Pax are decent enough starts, both being former World Champions, but piss ants like TJ Alexander and Tytus Rost?
Come on now, I know you can do better than that, mate.
Dig deep, cut the biggest cheque of your life and give me some real competition here. I know you can afford it, you brought me in after all, so I know you pride yourself on knowing the value of a good business deal.
There are thirty spots in this match so ‘cause I’m in a charitable mood, I’ll allow you to enter five or six filler blokes, just for shits and giggles, but the rest better be worth my time and energy or you’re gonna owe me so much more than money at our next closed door meetin’.
As fun as it’s been hangin’ and bangin’ backstage recently, Kitten and I need somethin’ ta really celebrate, especially since for whatever stupid reason you’re keepin’ the very same Sheila who was one half of your first ever Night of the Immortals main event outta the biggest Iron Maiden in company history.
I know, I know, she’s volunteered to step aside so that her mates in The Murder can potentially get some of the shine, and it’s only ‘cause she’s explained her wishes ta me that I’m respectin’ what she’s asked for, even if I believe she deserves better and more prominence and respect than she typically gets ‘round here.
So if Kitten and I really can’t even get the opportunity to main event together, I guess I’m gonna have to settle for makin’ an example out of every last one of some twenty nine utter bogans at High Stakes.
If that’s how it’s gotta be, then that’s how it’s gonna be.
Any single one of the other so called men who wanna step ta me as some kind of wannabe giant slayer are more than welcome ta try. I’m not comin’ ta wrestle any of you, I’m spoilin’ for a fight. I’m comin’ ta dominate the field and steal the very spot each of ya believe you’re owed more than me just ‘cause you’ve been here longer and worked harder.
And if life was fair, I might be willin’ ta give you a fair shout, but I learned a long time ago that the world ain’t ever just. If it was, d’ya really think a bloke like me would get ta root a former Women’s World Champion and pioneer of your little sport in this company?
Vivienne Rodgers thought her future was safe with Xavier Cross.
Then, she believed Ulf Hednir was enough of a real man ta give her a happy endin’.
She thought she had her shit all figured out until she met me and I turned her whole world upside down in one night. I stole her heart and changed the entire narrative of her life simply ‘cause I was placed in the perfect position to do what I do best. What I’ve always done best.
Fuck every single asshole who thought he was more deservin’ of somethin’ or someone more than me. None of you deserve anythin’ more than me and though I’m sure you will all try to prove me wrong, I know that only I have the conviction to steal each of your dreams away from you.
I may not be anybody’s first choice ta win this match, just like I was never Vivienne’s first.
But in time you will learn just as she did, that I’ve never needed ta be first to be best.
He had only turned eight when his father had given him his first taste of alcohol. His father’s favourite and most well known vice, tequila swigged straight from the involuntarily shared bottle. It was bitter and vile and Cyrus remembered thinking if the taste had more to do with his father’s spit lining the bottle neck than the liquor inside. Still, in that singular moment, for that one special day, Cyrus had made his father happy and incredibly proud. He was no longer a boy crying over not getting a birthday cake this year, no, now he was a real man.
With a hearty pat on Cyrus’ back and the most sincere hug he’d ever given his only son, Chase promised both Cyrus and his mother that there would be no more beatings now Cyrus was a man, and it was a new year and a chance for them to start over as a family. Cyrus had finally outgrown cakes and presents and parties and any real reason to celebrate anything at all, just like his father wanted.
Barely two months later, Cyrus knew that his father’s last promise to start over again to be just as hollow and meaningless as the others as he heard the familiar crack of an open palm across the face. Downstairs, his mother screamed an apology for serving undercooked potatoes to their guests earlier that evening. From under his duvet, fighting back tears and listening to yet another shouting match over the most minor of mistakes, Cyrus made himself a promise that if he was ever lucky enough to have his own family that he would be a real man for them and that he would always keep his promises.
Over the decades which followed, Cyrus had learned to blanket his most painful beatings and harrowing memories of his mother begging for his father to stop under the mental anesthesia and comforting haze of whiskey and cigarettes. These two vices had become his most dependable support system, celebrating every special occasion with him, and commiserating every other bad day in his life. For the good and okay days, he relied on absolute domination and control in the bedroom. He couldn’t remember the name of every willing or curious submissive he’d ever bedded over the years, but there were a handful of standouts he’d never forgotten.
Dr Nicole Kingsley was his latest, Detective Virginia Spencer was his greatest and so with just those two powerful authoritarian women as points of comparison alone, Cyrus had had little expectation for ‘Legendary’ Vivienne Rodgers to even be able to live up to the good doctor and the even better undercover cop, never mind exceed them.
Still, the confident third generation wrestling sensation had insisted that they do something truly special for their first Valentine’s Day together. They had been reunited by pure chance for about a month now when Vivienne greeted him in a skimpy and not at all practical police officer’s uniform. Noah and Liam had been strategically dropped off at Aunt Dawn’s for the night and that meant she had all night to interrogate him over a string of recent car thefts in the area.
This was the first time Cyrus had seen this more sexually liberated and devilishly playful side of Vivienne Rodgers and the fact that she’d put some real thought into serving his power dynamic inversion kink for their first roleplay scenario left a strong impression on him. Obviously, she wanted to be one of his more memorable submissives.
She spun him around with a surprising amount of strength and loosely cuffed his hands behind his back, setting him up for an easy escape and overpower flip in their play. Five minutes into her playing bad cop, she unzipped and stroked him, waking him up and teasing him to flip the script sooner rather than later. On the edge of his undoing, when he couldn’t take anymore, he kissed her deeply and thrust into her even deeper, having already been teased by her not wearing any underwear. Cyrus thought he knew exactly how to handle her from here and slipped out of the cuffs snapping them over her wrists instead. Her eyes rolled back as he yanked her hair back. She surrendered not only to him but the feeling of being restrained and powerless. A breathless “God yes, I love you, Daddy,” escaped her hot lips and changed everything for them on that special Valentine’s night - their first in forever.
A surprise to be sure, but a most welcome one.
One they celebrated well into the morning of the fifteenth, as Cyrus Daniels found not only a meaning behind this day but also the real Vivienne Rodgers again.
Cyrus Daniels sat on a cane chair. The top three buttons of his black shirt undone and a scarlet tie bridged his neck, undone. He smirked at the camera.
So, my old mate, Warren has decided to stop feelin’ sorry for himself long enough ta declare himself for this human tumbler of a match, hey? Good on ya kid, I look forward ta seein’ first hand if ya still have half the spunk your old man did when he was still alive. From a certain point of view I’m sure ya believe I owe ya big for your part in reunitin’ me with my Kitten, and maybe I do. But whatever I owe you for that, it’s not gonna be an easy path back ta the top. Your pops and I only had a handful of matches sure, but I made him work for it. I made him earn every single second in that ring against me, every time we came face to face.
And it is outta respect for both him and you that I expect no less from you, my boy.
The last time I was in this match a number of years ago, it was strictly under a single appearance deal. Verona had a spot he wanted ta occupy with a monster and he cleared a big fat check with loadsa zeros for that monster to be me. I was happy to do it, it was easy money and I wasn’t exactly swimmin’ in it like he has always been.
This year, he’s reached out ta me yet again, not ta be just another bloke tossed in there to make his next chosen star look good with a monster elimination to his name but rather ‘cause of the reputation I’ve developed outside IWF. I’ve worked too damn long an’ too damned hard ta break free of the shackles of being a sideshow attraction in this business.
I’ve completely rehabbed my image in MMA and Boxing.
Pro wrestling is next.
This year’s Roulette, the biggest in this company’s eleven year history, is mine.
In no other match would I get the golden opportunity to prove my point not to a single opponent, but an entire roster. It’s piss easy to dominate a bloke one on one, I’ve done that to the point of boredom in boxing. I’ve done it for amusement in MMA but pro wrestlin’ is a whole different beast. This business is the only combat arena where regular multiman fights and unfair competition is not only accepted but expected.
Celebrated almost, I mean hell, just look at who Emperor Bertie is runnin’ round with these days. And if he wants to test me personally with any of those Legion arses or even, one on one like a real man, I say bring it, Bertie.
I know I’d rather enjoy showin’ the world that there really are some cheques even your bloated arse can’t cash. Still, if you can’t bring yourself to drop all the cloak an’ dagger bullshit long enough ta enter this match yourself like a real man, then at least have the courtesy ta clear some if your best and brightest for this match. Warren and Pax are decent enough starts, both being former World Champions, but piss ants like TJ Alexander and Tytus Rost?
Come on now, I know you can do better than that, mate.
Dig deep, cut the biggest cheque of your life and give me some real competition here. I know you can afford it, you brought me in after all, so I know you pride yourself on knowing the value of a good business deal.
There are thirty spots in this match so ‘cause I’m in a charitable mood, I’ll allow you to enter five or six filler blokes, just for shits and giggles, but the rest better be worth my time and energy or you’re gonna owe me so much more than money at our next closed door meetin’.
As fun as it’s been hangin’ and bangin’ backstage recently, Kitten and I need somethin’ ta really celebrate, especially since for whatever stupid reason you’re keepin’ the very same Sheila who was one half of your first ever Night of the Immortals main event outta the biggest Iron Maiden in company history.
I know, I know, she’s volunteered to step aside so that her mates in The Murder can potentially get some of the shine, and it’s only ‘cause she’s explained her wishes ta me that I’m respectin’ what she’s asked for, even if I believe she deserves better and more prominence and respect than she typically gets ‘round here.
So if Kitten and I really can’t even get the opportunity to main event together, I guess I’m gonna have to settle for makin’ an example out of every last one of some twenty nine utter bogans at High Stakes.
If that’s how it’s gotta be, then that’s how it’s gonna be.
Any single one of the other so called men who wanna step ta me as some kind of wannabe giant slayer are more than welcome ta try. I’m not comin’ ta wrestle any of you, I’m spoilin’ for a fight. I’m comin’ ta dominate the field and steal the very spot each of ya believe you’re owed more than me just ‘cause you’ve been here longer and worked harder.
And if life was fair, I might be willin’ ta give you a fair shout, but I learned a long time ago that the world ain’t ever just. If it was, d’ya really think a bloke like me would get ta root a former Women’s World Champion and pioneer of your little sport in this company?
Vivienne Rodgers thought her future was safe with Xavier Cross.
Then, she believed Ulf Hednir was enough of a real man ta give her a happy endin’.
She thought she had her shit all figured out until she met me and I turned her whole world upside down in one night. I stole her heart and changed the entire narrative of her life simply ‘cause I was placed in the perfect position to do what I do best. What I’ve always done best.
Fuck every single asshole who thought he was more deservin’ of somethin’ or someone more than me. None of you deserve anythin’ more than me and though I’m sure you will all try to prove me wrong, I know that only I have the conviction to steal each of your dreams away from you.
I may not be anybody’s first choice ta win this match, just like I was never Vivienne’s first.
But in time you will learn just as she did, that I’ve never needed ta be first to be best.
Well howdy there pardner.