Post by Cyrus Daniels on Jun 20, 2024 16:22:03 GMT
The hectic travel schedule, flying from Japan to Australia and back again for the rest of this tour, had left the newlyweds jet lagged. They used the excuse to spend the day asleep, cuddled in bed together in a Tokyo bridal suite. Vivienne was still glowing with the joy of actually being married. Sheâd wasted no time filing the paperwork to legally change her status and take her husbandâs surname. She was no longer weighed down by the family disappointment of being a Rodgers, she was now a Daniels. The relief of that alone had her practically bouncing off the walls with sheer unadulterated joy.
She woke her Prince Charming up with a kiss, âMorning, husband,â Vivienne smiled as Cyrusâ eyes fluttered gently open, brought back to his senses by the sweetness of her lips. He smiled back at her. The love with which he looked upon her each morning was a sight and a feeling sheâd never tire of, she was certain of that.âIâve been thinking. I know we have to treat this like a working vacation, at least until we can have a proper honeymoon, so I was looking up fun things to do as a couple here in Tokyo. And I really want to go to Disneyland. Iâve never been to any Disneyland before. Please? I know itâs childish and stupid andâŠâ
Cyrus immediately pressed a forefinger firmly against Vivienneâs lips, silencing her.
âYou ainât childish or stupid,â Cyrus said softly. âWeâve talked about this before, thatâs your fatherâs voice in your head, his words, not yours. Please stop talkinâ about my beautiful and brilliant new wife like that, right?â
Vivienne nodded slowly, as Cyrus withdrew his finger.
âSorry,â Vivienne said softly.
âI love you,â Cyrus reminded her. He ran a gentle hand through Vivienneâs hair as he held her gaze. âIâve never been either. We just werenât that kinda family.â
âI love you too, so much. We can make better memories for our own family than we had growing up.â Vivienne smiled, her excitement began to bubble up inside her. âAnd we can take the boys, or leave them with Mai for another day and it can be just us today. Please?â Vivienne asked, politely. âI saw on TikTok thereâs a Beauty and the Beast ride with a Castle Tour and I want to go so bad,â Vivienneâs tone was one of childlike enthusiasm and her eyes sparkled with the simple magic of a neglected childhood dream.
âWe are here in Japan for a while yet, Princess, so we could probably do both, on different days if thatâs what ya would like. Whatever my beloved wife wants, my beloved wife gets.â
Vivienne visibly shivered at the term âwifeâ, âToday for us, then and another day with the boys. Iâm so excited. Thank you, Daddy! Iâll get dressed!â Vivienne skipped over to the closet, âIâm nervous about our next match together, so I figure any distraction is a good distraction.â
âIf a distraction is what ya want, Kitten,â Cyrus hopped off the bed and quickly to his feet. He embraced Vivienne from behind as she stood in front of the closet. He nuzzled into her shoulder. âIâm sure I can think of a few fun ones.â
Vivienne leaned into his warm bear hug, âOkay, I confess. I want to show you off to the world too. Let them see that I chose you, no matter what they say or think about us. Youâre my choice, my only choice.â She turned slightly, got on her tiptoes until their lips met for a kiss.
âLikewise, Kitten,â Cyrus whispered. âLikewise.â
Tokyo Disneyland. Vivienne and Cyrus Daniels stood in the Fairytale Hall, at Cinderellaâs Castle. The walls were adorned with hand-drawn stills from the classic movie, one of Vivienneâs absolute favourites. Vivienne wrapped her arms securely around Cyrus, her very own Prince.
âLadies and gentlemen, Odyssey will be an unforgettable night, I promise. Unforgettable, because for the first time ever, the four time World Champion, Dean Harper teams up with one of my lovely Murder Sisters, April Madrox to take on not just anyone, but the true power couple, not just in this tournament but in the entire Imperial Wrestling Federation. No, not Savage Kingdom, but us, the brand new Mr and Mrs Daniels,â Vivienne preens. âWeâre currently tied for the top spot of this yearâs tournament. A tournament that for the first time in its illustrious history has a His & Hers tag-team round of matches.â Vivienne smiled, confidently. âA round of matches weâve been comfortably dominating, so far by the way. With our recent wedding, it feels like destiny, almost, doesnât it?â
âBut I know April, and I know Dean, weâre almost as familiar as siblings. Our social circles have more than a little overlap, especially since I came back to IWF as the truest version of myself that I have ever been, as part of The Murder. So I know that this week, Dean and April will be looking to play spoiler and stop my beloved husband and I from securing the best possible advantage going into the next round of tournament matches.â Vivienne said. âI wonât lie to you, of every other team in this tournament, Dean and April probably have the single best shot of stalling our momentum. They wouldnât be doing as well as us if they werenât just as big a threat. Itâs kind of thrilling to be challenged like that. A battle of the best of the best, one might say. But honestly, as evenly matched as the four of us seem on paper, I like Cyrus and Iâs chances more.â
âYou see, itâs obvious to anyone whoâs really paying attention, that April and Dean are little more than a temporary marriage of convenience, tentatively held together by the desperate whims of Aprilâs sister, Brooklyn. Brooklyn needs Dean more than Dean needs Brooklyn. Iâm sure Brooklyn would love to set April up for the big chance at vicarious redemption against her almost eternal nemesis, Jennie Fenix. Brooklyn hasnât been in the right headspace to make that challenge herself since the news of no real improvement in her beloved Rowanâs condition, and whilst as her friend I totally get that. I sympathize, I really do, but as a competitor in this tournament, I cannot ignore the promise I made to Rowan and the rest of my Murder Sisters. I promised to make the IWF Womenâs Division about more than just the top two names. I promised to help elevate other names into the spotlight, and to do so without compromise or hesitation. I promised to do whatever it took to rejuvenate the division and free it from the stagnation of just a couple of dependable names fighting at the top for the richest prize in our sport, whilst the rest of us are little more than minor supporting roles,â Vivienne said.
âItâs not an easy burden to bear, but itâs one I must. I must accept the responsibility of my vow to not only The Murder but also to my man. To each of them, I have promised to be the best partner I can be, and an unfortunate necessity of that oath I have taken is the need to step up and challenge myself to be better than Iâve ever been before. Better than the very best, better even than those I call my friends or my sister. Unlike the pledges of the Pack, The Murder was founded on the promise that when it was deemed absolutely necessary, we wouldnât shy away from testing each other,â Vivienne paused for a deep breath. âI love you, April, but I love Cyrus more. I care about you, April, but for the first time in my life, I realize that thereâs nothing wrong with caring about myself more. If I donât look out for my own nobody else will.â
âItâs not personal, April, just an unfortunate reality of this business that weâve been pitted against each other this week. We both knew it would happen eventually as soon as the brackets were announced. It was never a question of if, but when. And now here we are. Youâre my next obstacle on my path to reminding everyone just who the hell I am. Iâm a former Womenâs World Champion, Iâm one of the most dominant Openweight Champions this company has ever seen and Iâm an IWF Hall Of Famer. As much as I sometimes wish I wasnât, and as much as Iâve crumbled under the weight of legacy-based expectations before, the fact remains that wrestling is in my blood. As much as I resent how I came to be, Iâm still third generation, and I only held myself back from leaning too heavily on that fact because I could never comfortably reconcile that the more I got my name out there, the more my abusers got recognition and notoriety. But last week was my last week as a Rodgers, meaning that particular anxiety is behind me and can burn in Hell with the rest of my father and grandfatherâs wishes for me,â Vivienne said.
âIâm finally free to live my life on my own terms. A liberty Iâve never had before, and I know thatâs a luxury you donât get to enjoy either, April, permanently shackled to Brooklynâs expectations as you are. Youâre constantly in the shadow of her guiding light, simply because you choose to be. Itâs sad really, because I see so much raw potential in you, April. I wish you could see what I see. I wish you could believe in yourself as much as I believe in you, I really do. Like people told me for years, you deserve better for yourself than to be an extension of somebody elseâs dreams and ambitions. You deserve your own flowers, not just to carry Brooklynâs. Maybe one day youâll finally become so much better than you are right now. Maybe one day youâll build your own legend in this company and not just be content with being related to one. Maybe one day youâll even have your own titles, accolades and annual achievements and awards to speak of rather than just being related to somebody who does. I hope it happens for you, April. I really hope it does, one day. But just because I believe you deserve the world April, that doesnât mean I believe you deserve it at my expense,â Vivienne clarified. âJust because I want your day to come soon doesnât mean Iâm ready to sacrifice my own, this Tuesday.â
âYouâve waited this long, April, so you can wait a little longer, canât you? Youâve found comfort in the shadow of one sister already, so I know youâll have no trouble finding solace in mine, because who am I if Iâm not your sister too?â Vivienne asked.
âAnd as your sister, Iâve got to tell you girl, Dean is a snake. Trust me, donât trust him. As far as heâs carried you these last few weeks, heâs still a scorpion on the back of the frog Brooklyn commands to jump. And that means whatever little hope and understanding you think you have with Dean, it just doesnât compare to the sacred trust between man and wife, sorry,â Vivienne smiled. âMy tag partner isnât just for this tournament, itâs for life. Cyrus and I share a love and a trust that is the envy of many, most especially Dean Harper. He only wishes he knew for certain that Warren loves him as much as I know Cyrus and I love each other. There are no doubts, there is no guesswork and there is no stepping on eggshells for Cyrus and I. Iâve never been more certain about anything in my life than I am about our great love. We get each other. We love each other with our whole being. We recently got married.â
Vivienne shows off her wedding ring with pride. âNothing compares to that level of trust and dependability, two virtues I will never associate with Dean, even if I am thankful to him for his part in protecting me from Xavier Crossâ darker impulses, even if it was only for a few hours five years ago.â
âThe KitchenAid Mixer was a nice wedding present, Dean, and as thankful as I am for your part in finally getting my obsessive ex-fiancĂ© to leave me alone, I am not nearly as willing as Xavier was to roll over,â Vivienne said with her head held high. âAnd even if April doesnât heed my warning about your true nature as a scorpion on her back, being carried across the river only to inevitably drown as all good people do in your presence, I have absolutely no doubt that my better half can and will make you pay for all your many, many, many sins. Itâs about time somebody did, after all.â Vivienne leaned comfortably against Cyrus, her left hand was at rest on his massive chest, just over his heart. The sapphire in her wedding ring seemed to pulse with a beautiful sparkle.
Cyrus held Vivienne close, his arm wrapped tight around her waist, as he took control again. âJesus Christ, this week Iâm facinâ four time World Champ, Dean fuckinâ Harper!â Cyrus laughed. âOh, Iâm so scared. Wait! Whereâs my autograph book?â His tone was one of clear mockery and derision, âTell me mate, is that the kinda reaction youâve grown accustomed ta âround here? Is that really the reason why some consider ya not only The Devilâs Favourite Weapon but also Godâs Favorite Forsaken Son?â
âYâsee Deano, blokes like you are a big part of why I personally have no time for so-called Gods or their wayward sons. Blokes so hamstrung and blinded by their need ta worship somethinâ, anythinâ that theyâll jump headfirst inta any relationship that offers them what they crave more than anythinâ else in their miserable little existence, praise and validation,â Cyrus shook his head, âItâs absolutely pathetic, really, how youâve never been able ta take control of your own damned life.â
âYouâve always needed someone else ta depend on. Someone else ta define your morality, and someone else ta tell you right from wrong. First it was your bitch of a Grandma, then it was your bitch of a satanic matriarch. After that, it was your beloved Max, then it was your deadbeat clown of a dad, and most recently itâs been your terminally confused husband. And even with all those guiding figures, all those surrogate Mommies and Daddies in your life, ya still canât do anythinâ right, by any of their standards, can ya?â
âIt really must be a kick in your soft anâ curlies ta know ya have so many people in your life ta please and yet no matter what ya do, no matter how hard ya try youâll never be worthy of any of them or more specifically the one thing ya so desperately crave, their love and adoration. No matter how many times ya make yaself one of the top blokes âround here Verona can depend on ta carry his company on your back when he needs, and no matter how professionally worthy ya make yourself in the eyes of the thousands who buy your merch every month, youâll always be absolutely bloody worthless ta the precious few ya actually care about, personally.â
âEveryoneâs favourite psycho? Afraid not, Deano. Psychos notoriously ainât empathetic at all, but you, my sadistic little faâŠâ Vivienne narrowed her eyes at her husband, causing him to reconsider his next word quickly. ââŠtwink are nothinâ but hopelessly empathetic.â Vivienne patted him on the chest and smiled, Cyrus returned it before continuing. âYour boundless empathy is an even bigger handicap against a bastard like me than your comparative size anâ power deficiency.â
âNot through any choice of my own, but Iâve dined with actual real life psychos, back when I was banged up in the Big House. The kinda unhinged blokes who woulda loved ta make someone like you their shower time bitch, anâ not in the playful way youâd most likely enjoy, but more in the violent violation way. More Uriel Black than Warren Harper, shall we say?â Cyrus chuckled. âToo soon? I really donât give a fuck.â
âPoint is, I know a few real psychos. Blokes who make your skin crawl just by gawkinâ at ya a certain way, anâ the fact remains that no matter how ya paint your face or your fingernails anâ no matter how many scars ya ink over, you will never evoke that kinda fear anâ apprehension in me. Youâre a blonde pretty boy with an overblown reputation simply âcause ya happened ta be in the ring when Spike Kaneâs heart gave up the ghost on him,â Cyrus smirked. âThereâs so much more ta makinâ blokes like me fear someone like ya than lickinâ a skull once, Deano.â
âIâve heard the stories. I know how ya were beaten anâ tortured for most of your life, and how you were conditioned ta not only takinâ beatinâs but also ta withstand pain ta an almost inhuman level. Anâ I really would be more impressed with all that BS if I didnât already know as well as you do yourself that youâre no longer the bloke ya once were, even as recently as a few years ago.â
âIf ya were, Warren wouldnât have been able ta fuck up your knee anâ humble ya in front of thousands as easily as he did at Immortals. A bum knee, a tormented heart. What an absolute bloody tragedy it is then that the bloke I will beat the shit outta this week just ainât the real Dean Harper. Just a hollow burned out shell of somebody who needs ta be put outta his misery almost as desperately as he needs his husbandâs attention,â Cyrus grinned. âStill, beggars canât be choosers, Harper anâ I promise ya boy, youâll be begginâ me ta stop poundinâ ya âcause thatâs just what ya do even better than ya wrestle, ainât it?â
She woke her Prince Charming up with a kiss, âMorning, husband,â Vivienne smiled as Cyrusâ eyes fluttered gently open, brought back to his senses by the sweetness of her lips. He smiled back at her. The love with which he looked upon her each morning was a sight and a feeling sheâd never tire of, she was certain of that.âIâve been thinking. I know we have to treat this like a working vacation, at least until we can have a proper honeymoon, so I was looking up fun things to do as a couple here in Tokyo. And I really want to go to Disneyland. Iâve never been to any Disneyland before. Please? I know itâs childish and stupid andâŠâ
Cyrus immediately pressed a forefinger firmly against Vivienneâs lips, silencing her.
âYou ainât childish or stupid,â Cyrus said softly. âWeâve talked about this before, thatâs your fatherâs voice in your head, his words, not yours. Please stop talkinâ about my beautiful and brilliant new wife like that, right?â
Vivienne nodded slowly, as Cyrus withdrew his finger.
âSorry,â Vivienne said softly.
âI love you,â Cyrus reminded her. He ran a gentle hand through Vivienneâs hair as he held her gaze. âIâve never been either. We just werenât that kinda family.â
âI love you too, so much. We can make better memories for our own family than we had growing up.â Vivienne smiled, her excitement began to bubble up inside her. âAnd we can take the boys, or leave them with Mai for another day and it can be just us today. Please?â Vivienne asked, politely. âI saw on TikTok thereâs a Beauty and the Beast ride with a Castle Tour and I want to go so bad,â Vivienneâs tone was one of childlike enthusiasm and her eyes sparkled with the simple magic of a neglected childhood dream.
âWe are here in Japan for a while yet, Princess, so we could probably do both, on different days if thatâs what ya would like. Whatever my beloved wife wants, my beloved wife gets.â
Vivienne visibly shivered at the term âwifeâ, âToday for us, then and another day with the boys. Iâm so excited. Thank you, Daddy! Iâll get dressed!â Vivienne skipped over to the closet, âIâm nervous about our next match together, so I figure any distraction is a good distraction.â
âIf a distraction is what ya want, Kitten,â Cyrus hopped off the bed and quickly to his feet. He embraced Vivienne from behind as she stood in front of the closet. He nuzzled into her shoulder. âIâm sure I can think of a few fun ones.â
Vivienne leaned into his warm bear hug, âOkay, I confess. I want to show you off to the world too. Let them see that I chose you, no matter what they say or think about us. Youâre my choice, my only choice.â She turned slightly, got on her tiptoes until their lips met for a kiss.
âLikewise, Kitten,â Cyrus whispered. âLikewise.â
Tokyo Disneyland. Vivienne and Cyrus Daniels stood in the Fairytale Hall, at Cinderellaâs Castle. The walls were adorned with hand-drawn stills from the classic movie, one of Vivienneâs absolute favourites. Vivienne wrapped her arms securely around Cyrus, her very own Prince.
âLadies and gentlemen, Odyssey will be an unforgettable night, I promise. Unforgettable, because for the first time ever, the four time World Champion, Dean Harper teams up with one of my lovely Murder Sisters, April Madrox to take on not just anyone, but the true power couple, not just in this tournament but in the entire Imperial Wrestling Federation. No, not Savage Kingdom, but us, the brand new Mr and Mrs Daniels,â Vivienne preens. âWeâre currently tied for the top spot of this yearâs tournament. A tournament that for the first time in its illustrious history has a His & Hers tag-team round of matches.â Vivienne smiled, confidently. âA round of matches weâve been comfortably dominating, so far by the way. With our recent wedding, it feels like destiny, almost, doesnât it?â
âBut I know April, and I know Dean, weâre almost as familiar as siblings. Our social circles have more than a little overlap, especially since I came back to IWF as the truest version of myself that I have ever been, as part of The Murder. So I know that this week, Dean and April will be looking to play spoiler and stop my beloved husband and I from securing the best possible advantage going into the next round of tournament matches.â Vivienne said. âI wonât lie to you, of every other team in this tournament, Dean and April probably have the single best shot of stalling our momentum. They wouldnât be doing as well as us if they werenât just as big a threat. Itâs kind of thrilling to be challenged like that. A battle of the best of the best, one might say. But honestly, as evenly matched as the four of us seem on paper, I like Cyrus and Iâs chances more.â
âYou see, itâs obvious to anyone whoâs really paying attention, that April and Dean are little more than a temporary marriage of convenience, tentatively held together by the desperate whims of Aprilâs sister, Brooklyn. Brooklyn needs Dean more than Dean needs Brooklyn. Iâm sure Brooklyn would love to set April up for the big chance at vicarious redemption against her almost eternal nemesis, Jennie Fenix. Brooklyn hasnât been in the right headspace to make that challenge herself since the news of no real improvement in her beloved Rowanâs condition, and whilst as her friend I totally get that. I sympathize, I really do, but as a competitor in this tournament, I cannot ignore the promise I made to Rowan and the rest of my Murder Sisters. I promised to make the IWF Womenâs Division about more than just the top two names. I promised to help elevate other names into the spotlight, and to do so without compromise or hesitation. I promised to do whatever it took to rejuvenate the division and free it from the stagnation of just a couple of dependable names fighting at the top for the richest prize in our sport, whilst the rest of us are little more than minor supporting roles,â Vivienne said.
âItâs not an easy burden to bear, but itâs one I must. I must accept the responsibility of my vow to not only The Murder but also to my man. To each of them, I have promised to be the best partner I can be, and an unfortunate necessity of that oath I have taken is the need to step up and challenge myself to be better than Iâve ever been before. Better than the very best, better even than those I call my friends or my sister. Unlike the pledges of the Pack, The Murder was founded on the promise that when it was deemed absolutely necessary, we wouldnât shy away from testing each other,â Vivienne paused for a deep breath. âI love you, April, but I love Cyrus more. I care about you, April, but for the first time in my life, I realize that thereâs nothing wrong with caring about myself more. If I donât look out for my own nobody else will.â
âItâs not personal, April, just an unfortunate reality of this business that weâve been pitted against each other this week. We both knew it would happen eventually as soon as the brackets were announced. It was never a question of if, but when. And now here we are. Youâre my next obstacle on my path to reminding everyone just who the hell I am. Iâm a former Womenâs World Champion, Iâm one of the most dominant Openweight Champions this company has ever seen and Iâm an IWF Hall Of Famer. As much as I sometimes wish I wasnât, and as much as Iâve crumbled under the weight of legacy-based expectations before, the fact remains that wrestling is in my blood. As much as I resent how I came to be, Iâm still third generation, and I only held myself back from leaning too heavily on that fact because I could never comfortably reconcile that the more I got my name out there, the more my abusers got recognition and notoriety. But last week was my last week as a Rodgers, meaning that particular anxiety is behind me and can burn in Hell with the rest of my father and grandfatherâs wishes for me,â Vivienne said.
âIâm finally free to live my life on my own terms. A liberty Iâve never had before, and I know thatâs a luxury you donât get to enjoy either, April, permanently shackled to Brooklynâs expectations as you are. Youâre constantly in the shadow of her guiding light, simply because you choose to be. Itâs sad really, because I see so much raw potential in you, April. I wish you could see what I see. I wish you could believe in yourself as much as I believe in you, I really do. Like people told me for years, you deserve better for yourself than to be an extension of somebody elseâs dreams and ambitions. You deserve your own flowers, not just to carry Brooklynâs. Maybe one day youâll finally become so much better than you are right now. Maybe one day youâll build your own legend in this company and not just be content with being related to one. Maybe one day youâll even have your own titles, accolades and annual achievements and awards to speak of rather than just being related to somebody who does. I hope it happens for you, April. I really hope it does, one day. But just because I believe you deserve the world April, that doesnât mean I believe you deserve it at my expense,â Vivienne clarified. âJust because I want your day to come soon doesnât mean Iâm ready to sacrifice my own, this Tuesday.â
âYouâve waited this long, April, so you can wait a little longer, canât you? Youâve found comfort in the shadow of one sister already, so I know youâll have no trouble finding solace in mine, because who am I if Iâm not your sister too?â Vivienne asked.
âAnd as your sister, Iâve got to tell you girl, Dean is a snake. Trust me, donât trust him. As far as heâs carried you these last few weeks, heâs still a scorpion on the back of the frog Brooklyn commands to jump. And that means whatever little hope and understanding you think you have with Dean, it just doesnât compare to the sacred trust between man and wife, sorry,â Vivienne smiled. âMy tag partner isnât just for this tournament, itâs for life. Cyrus and I share a love and a trust that is the envy of many, most especially Dean Harper. He only wishes he knew for certain that Warren loves him as much as I know Cyrus and I love each other. There are no doubts, there is no guesswork and there is no stepping on eggshells for Cyrus and I. Iâve never been more certain about anything in my life than I am about our great love. We get each other. We love each other with our whole being. We recently got married.â
Vivienne shows off her wedding ring with pride. âNothing compares to that level of trust and dependability, two virtues I will never associate with Dean, even if I am thankful to him for his part in protecting me from Xavier Crossâ darker impulses, even if it was only for a few hours five years ago.â
âThe KitchenAid Mixer was a nice wedding present, Dean, and as thankful as I am for your part in finally getting my obsessive ex-fiancĂ© to leave me alone, I am not nearly as willing as Xavier was to roll over,â Vivienne said with her head held high. âAnd even if April doesnât heed my warning about your true nature as a scorpion on her back, being carried across the river only to inevitably drown as all good people do in your presence, I have absolutely no doubt that my better half can and will make you pay for all your many, many, many sins. Itâs about time somebody did, after all.â Vivienne leaned comfortably against Cyrus, her left hand was at rest on his massive chest, just over his heart. The sapphire in her wedding ring seemed to pulse with a beautiful sparkle.
Cyrus held Vivienne close, his arm wrapped tight around her waist, as he took control again. âJesus Christ, this week Iâm facinâ four time World Champ, Dean fuckinâ Harper!â Cyrus laughed. âOh, Iâm so scared. Wait! Whereâs my autograph book?â His tone was one of clear mockery and derision, âTell me mate, is that the kinda reaction youâve grown accustomed ta âround here? Is that really the reason why some consider ya not only The Devilâs Favourite Weapon but also Godâs Favorite Forsaken Son?â
âYâsee Deano, blokes like you are a big part of why I personally have no time for so-called Gods or their wayward sons. Blokes so hamstrung and blinded by their need ta worship somethinâ, anythinâ that theyâll jump headfirst inta any relationship that offers them what they crave more than anythinâ else in their miserable little existence, praise and validation,â Cyrus shook his head, âItâs absolutely pathetic, really, how youâve never been able ta take control of your own damned life.â
âYouâve always needed someone else ta depend on. Someone else ta define your morality, and someone else ta tell you right from wrong. First it was your bitch of a Grandma, then it was your bitch of a satanic matriarch. After that, it was your beloved Max, then it was your deadbeat clown of a dad, and most recently itâs been your terminally confused husband. And even with all those guiding figures, all those surrogate Mommies and Daddies in your life, ya still canât do anythinâ right, by any of their standards, can ya?â
âIt really must be a kick in your soft anâ curlies ta know ya have so many people in your life ta please and yet no matter what ya do, no matter how hard ya try youâll never be worthy of any of them or more specifically the one thing ya so desperately crave, their love and adoration. No matter how many times ya make yaself one of the top blokes âround here Verona can depend on ta carry his company on your back when he needs, and no matter how professionally worthy ya make yourself in the eyes of the thousands who buy your merch every month, youâll always be absolutely bloody worthless ta the precious few ya actually care about, personally.â
âEveryoneâs favourite psycho? Afraid not, Deano. Psychos notoriously ainât empathetic at all, but you, my sadistic little faâŠâ Vivienne narrowed her eyes at her husband, causing him to reconsider his next word quickly. ââŠtwink are nothinâ but hopelessly empathetic.â Vivienne patted him on the chest and smiled, Cyrus returned it before continuing. âYour boundless empathy is an even bigger handicap against a bastard like me than your comparative size anâ power deficiency.â
âNot through any choice of my own, but Iâve dined with actual real life psychos, back when I was banged up in the Big House. The kinda unhinged blokes who woulda loved ta make someone like you their shower time bitch, anâ not in the playful way youâd most likely enjoy, but more in the violent violation way. More Uriel Black than Warren Harper, shall we say?â Cyrus chuckled. âToo soon? I really donât give a fuck.â
âPoint is, I know a few real psychos. Blokes who make your skin crawl just by gawkinâ at ya a certain way, anâ the fact remains that no matter how ya paint your face or your fingernails anâ no matter how many scars ya ink over, you will never evoke that kinda fear anâ apprehension in me. Youâre a blonde pretty boy with an overblown reputation simply âcause ya happened ta be in the ring when Spike Kaneâs heart gave up the ghost on him,â Cyrus smirked. âThereâs so much more ta makinâ blokes like me fear someone like ya than lickinâ a skull once, Deano.â
âIâve heard the stories. I know how ya were beaten anâ tortured for most of your life, and how you were conditioned ta not only takinâ beatinâs but also ta withstand pain ta an almost inhuman level. Anâ I really would be more impressed with all that BS if I didnât already know as well as you do yourself that youâre no longer the bloke ya once were, even as recently as a few years ago.â
âIf ya were, Warren wouldnât have been able ta fuck up your knee anâ humble ya in front of thousands as easily as he did at Immortals. A bum knee, a tormented heart. What an absolute bloody tragedy it is then that the bloke I will beat the shit outta this week just ainât the real Dean Harper. Just a hollow burned out shell of somebody who needs ta be put outta his misery almost as desperately as he needs his husbandâs attention,â Cyrus grinned. âStill, beggars canât be choosers, Harper anâ I promise ya boy, youâll be begginâ me ta stop poundinâ ya âcause thatâs just what ya do even better than ya wrestle, ainât it?â