Until Death Do Us Part (Cyrus and Vivienne Wedding)

[Vivienne Daniels]

The big day had finally arrived, Vivienne Rodgers was finally getting married. The recurring dream that had driven her heart since she was fourteen was finally coming true. The desperate need to be valued, loved and cherished for so much more than just her body would be fulfilled by the end of today, June 20th, 2024.

The start of winter here in Cyrus’ half of the world, but the start of summer in hers back home. Like the very hemispheres and the seasons, opposites in the truest sense, and a couple that absolutely did not belong together in most people’s opinions. Indeed, it was a well worn argument that Vivienne had heard over and over again, particularly about her choice in men. She was a moth to a flame in most romantic relationships, convinced she could fix even the most damaged person, because she knew what it was like to be utterly broken, and never wanted anyone to suffer as she had suffered.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, Vivienne firmly believed she hadn’t been good enough for men like Xavier and Ulf, but more recently, with the aid of comprehensive and intense therapy, she had begun to appreciate that it was actually the other way around. Her previous fiancés weren’t good enough for her, and she deserved better.

Cyrus was who she deserved, not just better, but the very best man she’d ever known. Someone she wasn’t compelled to fix, because even though he wasn’t perfect, he was perfect for her. Vivienne smiled at that thought, as she adjusted herself in her snow white and leaf green forest fairy princess wedding dress.

Warren Harper appeared in the mirror’s reflection behind her, and let out a low wolf whistle. Vivienne looked over her shoulder at him, flashed a bright smile. “Shea said I should come check on you,” Warren said. “So here I am.”

“Of course she did,” Vivienne turned back to the mirror. “What do you think? Think Cyrus will like it?”

“Oh, I love it, and I’m sure he will too.”

“Think he’ll want to fuck me in it?” Vivienne asked. “I’ve always fantasized about how hot it would be to be fucked by my husband my wedding dress.”

“So far, he’s made every other fantasy of yours come true, hasn’t he? Even the kinkiest ones?”

“Especially the kinkiest ones.”

“So why would he draw the line at this one?” Warren asked. “All things considered, it’s one of your tamer ones, really.”

“Fair point,” Vivienne nodded and shifted gears quickly. “So, I see you brought Dean after all. I’m glad you two finally worked things out. For a while I thought your problems were my fault because of the whole Dean fucking Xavier, whilst Xavier insisted that I watched, you know, to make it less gay, somehow thing.”

“Nah, I know exactly who I married,” Warren said. “Dean will always be Dean, enticing supposedly straight guys to play gay chicken with him because he enjoys fucking with their sense of self. Dean and I have many problems, but I promise you Vivienne, you were never one of them and you never will be.”

“God, you have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that,” Vivienne smiled. She invited him in for a hug, and when Warren accepted, she embraced her long time best friend tight. “Thank you for settling my anxiety, it means the world to me.”

“You’re welcome,” Warren smiled as their eyes met. “Though I have to ask why would you even agree to Xavier’s request, like that?”

“Because I loved him, or at least I thought I did. And when you love someone you have to be able to compromise, like my mom always tried with my dad whenever we were lucky enough to have her home again,” Vivienne sighed. “I have always prioritised other people’s wants and needs, again just like mom. Hell, I even did it when I tried to save Cyrus and Nicole’s relationship. But over the last couple of years, therapy has made me realise that I shouldn’t sacrifice my own happiness and I shouldn’t compromise my own wants and needs anymore. Cyrus is wonderful because he’s the only man ever who has taken me exactly as I am and not asked me to change anything about myself. He accepts me, the real me for who I am so I try to do the same for him, rough edges and all."

“You really do love him, don’t you?”

“Yes, more than I’ve loved anyone or anything else in my life. Truthfully, I don’t think I appreciated what real love was until I felt what I felt for Cyrus the first time he looked at me and called me Kitten in that sexy accent of his.”

“So, no cold feet?”

“Not a chance,” Vivienne said. “I hope he doesn’t have cold feet either.”

“Oh, he doesn’t. Trust me. He’s just as eager as you are.”

Orphira adjusted the veil over her only daughters face, as Hope Freeman-Hall-Kane followed the bridesmaids, Dawn Halliwell, Mai Everstone and The Maid Of Honour, Shea O’Hara, who were all in beautiful emerald dresses, perfectly complementing the nature theme of the ceremony. Hope joyfully scattered poseys from a traditionally weaved wicker basket as she skipped down the aisle in a beautiful lime dress and a sunflower laden headband in her beautiful sand brown hair.

Moments later, the orchestra began a string rendition of The Wedding March, Vivienne Rodgers took a deep breath as she was escorted down the aisle by her mother, Orphira on her left and her twin brother, Chester, on her right. Little Damien Harper was the ring bearer, whilst young Hope Freeman-Hall-Kane had the important double duty of now looking after the twins, Noah and Liam. Vivienne was glad that the Australian weather had remained mild and quite pleasant for this outdoor ceremony held at the magnificent Wallaman Falls in Cyrus’ home of Queensland.

Cyrus waited for her in a black suit with forest green accents, with one of their dogs, Peanut, as an extra surprise, kept at bay by the only groomsman Vivienne knew well, Warren Harper, in an emerald suit with black accents. The other two, Billy and Cyrus’ best man, Joey she’d not even registered the surnames of, knowing only that they were longtime associates from Cyrus’ old life.

Vivienne already felt tears in her eyes as she saw little Peanut waiting for her beside the man she loved. He was still full of romantic surprises, it seemed. This was really happening, she was finally going to marry someone that she’d not only chosen to love by herself, but also someone who loved her back entirely and without question or doubt. Vivienne kept her eyes focused, she felt guided towards the great love of her life, Cyrus Daniels.

The strings came to a natural stop alongside Vivienne. She took her place across from Cyrus, and the silver haired officiant with grey eyes and a white goatee smiled at the couple before greeting the congregation of family and friends that had gathered here today. There were naturally more people in attendance from the bride’s side than there were from the groom’s side, but a few familiar faces for Cyrus included Tytus Rost and Bernard DeMontford.

Vivienne’s guests included The Madrox Sisters, Pandora Freeman and Astrid, Abigail and Eternity, Ciara O’Connor, Rosa DeLuca, Devlin, Kate, and Alex Raine, Charity Helms, Jessica Reed and Bob Pooler, demonstrating just how much more of a social butterfly she was compared to her more private and reserved partner.

Vivienne had trouble taking her eyes off her beloved, as the officiant welcomed the congregation, her heart raced in his presence. She had never seen him so smartly dressed, the three-piece suit fit him exceptionally and only made him that much more attractive to her.

Vivienne was Jewish, and Cyrus wasn’t religious, so like much of their love affair, little about the ceremony conformed to any kind of tradition. The bare minimum needed to make their bond legal was followed, which suited Vivienne just fine, the sooner she was married, the better. She was here, Cyrus was here, and she had hardly slept, even on the nine hour flight from Japan. She needed to be his wife, right now.

“Friends and family of the dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate true love and unite two souls who were fortunate enough to find their way back to each other, as only the truest love ever does. If there is anybody here who has any reason these two should not be wed, may they speak now or forever hold their peace,” the officiant declared.

The few moments of tense silence that followed were an agonising eternity. Vivienne needed the officiant to move on, before her thoughts jumped to irrational conclusions about how somebody would interrupt and snatch this dream away from her at the last minute. Maybe Xavier had followed her, or maybe Ulf - no, she took a deep breath and mentally knocked back her most unfounded and irrational anxieties. Those men, her former fiancés, didn’t love her like Cyrus did. She deserved this, she deserved to be happy on her own terms, she reminded herself. She shouldn’t be digging up her past, she had a future to build now and nothing could jeopardise that.

Vivienne visibly relaxed and let out a deep sigh of relief when there was no objection and the officiant finally moved on to the most nerve wracking part of the ceremony. Due to the nature of their jobs as professional wrestlers, both Cyrus and Vivienne weren’t exactly strangers to public speaking or organising their own thoughts to be coherently conveyed to the watching world, but still Vivienne felt the unique weight of the words she’d spent the last couple of months putting together hold her in place. They had agreed Cyrus would take the lead, as he always did in their relationship, but on reflection Vivienne wasn’t sure if she was glad or dismayed at the extra time she had to prepare herself for her half of the vow exchange, the most important words she’d ever speak in her life.

“The couple have elected to exchange their own vows,” the officiant announced, “First the groom, please sir, if you’d be so kind. Thank you.”

Cyrus let out a deeply considered breath as he locked eyes with Vivienne, his uncompromising stare easily penetrating her veil and setting her heart aflame, without a word exchanged in the moment. He cleared his throat.

“I will never forget the day we met. You wore that red dress, I couldn't find the words then to describe how I felt about ya. An’ now two years an’ two beautiful nippers later, I still can’t. I don’t think I’ll ever have the words to do my love for you justice, so I hope what I lack in poetry, I can make up for in action. I never thought I’d meet anybody in my life who’d choose me an’ take me to her heart as quickly an’ decisively as ya have, and for that I’ll always be grateful. I never really believed in love until I met ya, and even then I didn’t really understand that that’s what it was after our first night together,” Cyrus said. “I felt like I’d been hit by lightnin’ and honestly the warm tingle has never stopped since. I don’t know much about how ta live an honest an’ good life, but I know I need you to be a part of it, forever.”

A moment to breathe, Cyrus wasn’t used to baring his soul so publicly. It took some getting used to. “I need you here in the cell with me for the sweetest life sentence I’ll ever serve. I’ve thrown a lot of punches, even been knocked out a few times but nobody has ever struck me like you, Kitten, and nobody ever will. I know now that our boys were more than an accident, more than a mistake. They were fate and destiny, an eternal link between us that would keep our hearts together forever through the two years we were forced to be apart. I promise to have an’ ta hold you, ta cherish an’ own you like no other man could. I promise ta be the kinda father ta our boys our own never were ta us growin’ up. And I’ve never been happier that the couple of unworthy blokes that came before me all fucked up and let the best thing that could have ever happened to them slip right through their fingers so I could end up with the best thing that’s ever happened to me, all to myself. That feels like true justice done ta me, Kitten. I love ya with all my heart. Thank you for takin’ a chance on me, I promise ya won’t regret it, ever.”

Tears threatened to overwhelm Vivienne, as her lips trembled. She fought the urge to beg him for a kiss, and the desire to throw herself into his arms until they made love that was as sweet as it was inevitable. She knew Cyrus loved her, but to hear him so willing to put himself out there emotionally, and make him so vulnerable for her, that meant the world to her.

“And now the bride. Please, Miss, in your own time,” the officiant guided, his voice soft.

“Cyrus,” finally Vivienne’s voice cracked through her tears. “In the symphony of life, your presence is the melody that resonates within my soul, guiding me through the crescendos and diminuendos with unwavering love and devotion. You are the best man I have ever met. With each passing moment, my heart beats in sync with yours, bound by an eternal promise to stand by your side through every joy and every trial. You are my rock, my anchor in the stormy seas of uncertainty, and my light in the darkest of nights,”

A momentary pause to catch her breath, she smiled. “Together, we’ve created a tapestry of love, woven with threads of trust, understanding, and passion. We already have two wonderful boys and I hope to add more to our little family. You are my soulmate, my twin flame, my missing piece. My beloved, know that my love for you knows no bounds, and I am forever grateful for the gift of your presence in my life. With all my heart, I promise to love you and cherish you from the moment we first connected, until the sun goes out. I promise to be the best wife I can be.”

Vivienne breathed a sigh of relief, she had made it through without stumbling and embarrassing either herself or Cyrus. Her lifelong dream was now only a few precious minutes away from becoming a blessed reality that nobody could take away from her.

The officiant thanked both the bride and groom before inviting little Damien up for his shining moment as their entrusted ring bearer. The smart and well mannered five year old seemed almost as glad Dean and Warren weren’t fighting anymore as Vivienne was, she didn’t want any drama or awkwardness to spoil today. She was nervous enough without the added anxiety of dealing with Warren’s pig-headed stubbornness and emotional immaturity at times. As much as she loved him, as one of her nearest and dearest friends, Vivienne wasn’t half as forgiving as Shea always was about the childish way Warren handled most things that didn’t go exactly as he wanted them to.

Damien collected Cyrus’ ring from the Maid of Honour, Shea who placed it on the red velvet pillow he held up with a bright smile and even brighter eyes. He then went over to the Best Man, Joey, who winked at him whilst placing Vivienne’s ring next to Cyrus’. Damien carefully approached the officiant with the rings. He held them up for the officiant, Vivienne’s heart melted at how dapper and cute he looked in his emerald suit and matching bow tie, proudly coordinating with his Dad, Warren. She even saw Cyrus crack a smile at the sight.

Under the direct supervision of the officiant, Cyrus once more took the lead, uttering a unique promise as he collected Vivienne’s titanium silver wedding ring from the pillow and carefully placed it upon her trembling and dainty finger. “As this ring has no end, neither does my love or commitment to you, Kitten,” Cyrus vowed. “I promise to keep you eternally not just within my arms, but in my heart as my beloved wife. My one true love, Vivienne Yael Rodgers.”

He slid the ring into place, a perfect fit, just like he was for her. The design resembled the aster flower, the centre of which housed a beautiful sapphire, a wonderful union of both Vivienne’s birthstone and birth flower. She was now beautifully adorned and marked as his, practically from head to toe with the collar, the ring and the anklet she wore.

The officiant then guided Vivienne through her half of the ring exchange. Vivienne took the ring she'd bought for Cyrus off the pillow, it was silver, made of barbed wire, Jack Daniels whiskey barrel and tank metal polished and shined with three diamonds encrusted in it as she put it on Cyrus' finger it felt like the only the best kind of ring her man deserved, "I, Vivienne Yael Rodgers take you, Cyrus Mark Daniels, as my lawfully wedded husband. My one and truest love. From now until the end. This life and the next."

“By the power vested in me by the State of Queensland, I now formally pronounce you husband and wife. Please join me in congratulating the new Mr and Mrs Daniels,” the officiant declared. He turned to Cyrus. “You may now kiss your bride, Sir.”

Cyrus stepped forward and slowly unveiled Vivienne’s face, he held her gaze as he threw the veil back over her head and claimed his brand new blushing bride with a deep and passionate kiss, as he gently cupped her cheek. A massive cheer erupted around them and even a few wolf whistles to mark the milestone of Vivienne’s lifetime ambition finally realised. She finally belonged to somebody, and that somebody was none other than the man of her dreams. She was married, at last.

The reception was moved to the nearby Tropixx Motel & Restaurant, which under the wedding planner’s explicit instruction had been decked out in the nature theme with slight fairytale aspects to it. Greenery and fairy lights around the many tables and dance floor. Vivienne held onto Cyrus’ arm as they waited in the wings to be announced as the guests got settled into the venue.

“Half tempted to run off and have our first time as man and wife now,” Vivienne whispered.

“After the cake, I promise, Kitten.” Cyrus kissed her neck and she shivered under his touch. No man knew how to please her like he did.

“Now Introducing, Mr and Mrs Daniels!” Shea’s voice announced.

Vivienne took Cyrus’s arm as the two walked into the main area. Cheering and whistling echoed in the hall as Cyrus took her into his arms for the first dance. Cyrus couldn't take his eyes off her, making Vivienne all the more sure of her choice in him as her husband. They shared a tender smile as they took their first steps together, the music wrapping around them like a warm embrace.

The few dance lessons Cyrus had taken in secret to prepare for this moment, known only to Warren, paid off. He had no wish to embarrass and humiliate himself on her big day. Through Dean, Warren had found a discreet dance instructor, willing to impart the big man with just enough grace and elegance to see him through something that did not come naturally to him at all. Cyrus wondered if Vivienne could tell he had prepared.

Their dance was a blend of simplicity and grace, reflecting their genuine connection. They moved in perfect harmony, their movements fluid and natural, as if they had been dancing together all their lives. The lyrics of their song, ‘All You Need Is Love’ echoed their whole vibe as a couple, emphasizing that love was all they needed to embark on their new journey together.

As the chorus swelled, Cyrus spun Vivienne gently, her dress twirling gracefully around her. Their eyes locked, and they shared a moment of pure, unspoken understanding. Guests watched in awe, some with tears in their eyes, moved by the palpable love between the couple.

Towards the end of the song, Cyrus pulled Vivienne close, and they swayed gently, lost in their own world. The final notes of ‘All You Need Is Love’ hung in the air, and they sealed their dance with a sweet, lingering kiss, to the sound of applause and cheers from their loved ones.

It was the first dance and Vivienne would hold it tight in her heart forever.

The atmosphere was filled with joyous chatter and laughter as the wedding reception proceeded in the beautifully decorated venue, adorned with twinkling fairy lights and elegant floral arrangements. Vivienne was still glowing with happiness, as she prepared for the bouquet toss. One of the few traditions that Vivienne had insisted on keeping, being the big believer in romantic fate and destiny that she was.

Abigail and Shea stood amongst a small group of eager singles, including April, Mai, Rosa and Ciara. Abigail’s eyes twinkled with excitement and a hint of playful competition. Eternity stood off to the side, always more comfortable as an observer more than a participant in special social occasions.

Vivienne, with a radiant smile, turned her back to the crowd and held the bouquet high. The room falls silent with anticipation, and then Vivienne gives a playful count: "One... two... three!"

With a graceful arc, the bouquet soared through the air, petals fluttered as it descended. Time seems to slow as everyone watches its trajectory. Abigail and Shea extend their hands with a mix of excitement and determination, Abigail leapt up that little higher than the others around her, more determined to capture her own destiny. Fate would not deny Death’s Angel, as Abigail caught the colourful bouquet with almost heavenly grace.

The gathered crowd erupted in cheers and raucous applause, as they celebrated Abigail's great triumph. Shea, Mai and Rosa hugged and congratulated her, their faces beaming with mutual joy. Abigail blushed, the bright pink in her cheeks contrasted sharply with the muted scarlet of her dress.

Abigail held the bouquet to her heart as she looked around for that one special face in the crowd, Eternity. As their eyes met, Eternity marched towards destiny itself and swept up Abby into a passionate embrace, almost crushing the flowers between them, but Abby had enough presence of mind to relax her arms to one side before being swept up in Eternity’s whirlwind of emotions.

The moment was beautifully captured by the wedding photographer, immortalizing Abigail's elated expression and passionate kiss among the vibrant colors of the falling petals around the couple. Vivienne turned back around, clapped and laughed, delighted at Abigail's purest joy.

Vivienne and Cyrus' wedding cake-cutting ceremony was a picturesque and heartfelt moment. As the reception reached its zenith, the couple stood beside an elegantly decorated, multi-tiered cake that embodied the theme of their wedding. The cake, a masterpiece of culinary art, was adorned with intricate icing patterns, delicate floral accents, and a charming cake topper that mirrored their wedding attire.

The couple, beaming with joy, grasped the knife together, their hands intertwined. The room hushed, and guests gathered closer, eager to witness the tradition. Vivienne and Cyrus exchanged a loving glance before making the first cut. Cheers and applause erupted as they fed each other half of their initial slice, symbolizing their commitment and shared future.

In a playful and affectionate gesture, they continued to feed each other small pieces of cake, their faces bright and joyous as their love for one another radiated through these moments as they became precious memories, captured in countless photos and videos, and sealed in their hearts forever.

After the ceremonial cake cutting, Vivienne and Cyrus mingled briefly with their guests, shared hugs, and expressed their gratitude for the love and support that surrounded them. As promised, soon after, Cyrus led Vivienne away, hand in hand, to celebrate their life commitment in a much more private and intimate fashion.

(Mature Content Warning)

Cyrus carried Vivienne in his arms over the threshold into their private bridal suite. Their hectic work schedule meant that any firm honeymoon plans had to be delayed, taking part in the annual summer tournaments for potential shots at respective World Championships took precedence.

In a few hours, they would be hopping back on a plane to the next IWF show in Tokyo, but Cyrus had made a promise to at least fulfill Vivienne’s fantasy of making love to her whilst she still wore her wedding dress, and he intended to start their new life together by keeping that promise.

Once they reached the bed, Cyrus sat up against the headboard whilst Vivienne playfully straddled him, biting her lower lip in anticipation. Cyrus’ hands quickly disappeared under the green and white leaf pattern of the gown, caressing her thighs as Vivienne slowly undid his tie, whilst their lips brushed up against each other, teasing a kiss.

Vivienne shivered as Cyrus took firmer control, and deepened the kiss, whilst he found and explored her intimacy under the leaves with a couple of fingers, his free hand tugging her hair back as he knew she liked. Vivienne moaned as she continued to undress him with practiced hands. He easily lost himself in her entirely as he slipped out of his suit jacket. Nothing else mattered. There was no other priority, only this blissful, special moment with his beloved wife.

Vivienne shivered with desperate want and need, as she slipped him quickly out of his waistcoat and shirt, “Please, Daddy?” She begged softly, delicate fingers unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants as he in turn pulled down her panties but the gown preserved her modesty.

“Of course, Kitten,” Cyrus promised softly, a low groan escaping him as he felt Vivienne start to work him up slowly at the pace he liked. Whilst she awakened his senses, he pushed aside her dark hair to expose her bruised neck and added more loving bites to it, careful not to undress her and spoil her fantasy.

Vivienne held on to him, lost in the fantasy as she rode him at the pace he liked. She was his wife. She belonged with him. They’d always be together. She’d always be safe and she’d always be loved. He knew all her flaws and loved her anyway. It was a whole new ecstasy, knowing that Cyrus was absolutely committed to her like no other, and knowing that she in turn was undeniably his forever. The eternity collar, the anklet, the wedding ring, it completed her like nothing else in this world ever had.

Caught in the beam of his ruggedly handsome smile and under the warmth of his touch, Vivienne Daniels blossomed and bloomed into a beautifully rejuvenated soul. He lightly slapped her as she rode him, and encouraged her to embrace their renewed connection fully, without words. Their lips met inevitably again, and as they lingered in the sweetness of each other, they found the first blessed release of the night. Together.

As one they were undone, they were safe, they were loved and they were forged in a whole new fire together. Their purest love was an unbreakable chain which wrapped around their hearts and bound their souls together forever, as man and wife.

Until Death Do Them Part.