Post by Vivienne Daniels on Oct 19, 2024 3:18:18 GMT
Vivienne sat in her red and black Targaryen gaming chair with her cat ear headset on as she played through Silent Hill 2 with her twitch audience watching. She’d been streaming horror video games on the side since she was early in her career under the username xxBloodEmpressxx for ages. She used to play with a horror themed mask on while she played, afraid knowing her wrestling identity would effect the fans or her career but she had stopped caring about that a while ago just wearing some cosplay with her face in full display. There had been a small ripples of shock from the fans but it certainly hadn’t been all negative.
“I’m just saying.” She said to the camera with a smile, “If my dead wife sent me a letter to come to our special place I would not be super chill about the monsters.”
The chat lit up with confirmation.
“The trailer made it seem like the fog would be less intense but man. This section certainly isn’t playing around.” Viv chuckled as she had James wander down the street. “Should I keep trying to check each of the houses or just follow the trail of gore?”
She glanced at the chat saying to just run straight into the fog, ignoring the messages that said she should show her tits instead.
“Run straight in? Sounds fun.” Viv caused the character to sprint in the fog which caused a cut scene where James saw a shambling shape in the fog lurching around making noises.
“Spooky demon. Check. I’m gonna run forward, see if I can follow it.” Vivienne had her character run forward but get stuck at a broken road. “Hmm, okay backtracking to see where it went.”
She scanned the ground while making mild chat with her followers, “I mean yeah it sucks I haven’t been booked since the revenge match but it’s giving me more time with the family and you guys, hasn’t it? Oh! There’s a trail down the alleyway. Let’s fucking go.”
The chat kept lighting up the side of her screen as she followed the monster through a garden into an alley where the game prompted her to crawl into a garbage. “Terrible idea. But let’s go James.” Viv slipped through the garage where the creature shuttered at her at the same time she felt a hand on her shoulder causing her to scream.
Cyrus laughed, clearly amused that he’d caught her so engrossed in her stream.
Vivienne looked up at him and put a hand to her chest to clam her breathing, “Scared me. Fuck. Boys in bed?”
“Of course, Kitten.”
The chat lit up with comments about Cyrus, most of them negative. Viv was used to that, a lot of people had a lot of negative things to say about Cyrus. Most people had a lot of negativity about how she handled dating, a lot of them had even had negative things to say about how she and Ulf broke up but it wasn’t about them. It was about her happiness.
“Alright chat, I think that’s enough for tonight. See you tomorrow.” Viv waved before ending the feed and taking her headphones off. “They put up much of a fight about bedtime today?”
“Noah more than Liam,” Cyrus smiled, “But I handled it. I always do.”
“You do. Thank you for letting me get some streaming in.” Vivienne hugged his waist. “I know once we start packing I won’t have a ton of time for it.”
“Havin’ hobbies an’ time for yourself is important, Kitten. Time to relax an’ just unwind, y’know?” Cyrus said. “I’m just glad you’re enjoying the remake, and hope it’s as good as the original was for you.”
“I’m not too far in but so far it’s great. Thank you Daddy.” Vivienne beamed up at him. “I give you time for your hobbies right? I try not to interrupt too much. I just like hugging you.”
He looked her deep in her eyes as they hugged, waist to waist. “I meant it when I said I love taking you hunting or fishing. I love sharing my hobbies and passions with you, Kitten. I bloody love sharing my life with you in fact. I’ve never seen a Sheila less squeamish about knives and blood or gutting what we catch,” Cyrus assured her. “You’re the bloody love of my life, so I’ll never see you as an interruption, only as an enhancement ta my happiness.”
Vivienne beamed at him, kissing him softly, “Well, I did grow up in the Midwest. Even if my father was focused on my wrestling training doesn’t mean I didn’t do the usual Midwest things.”
He returned the kiss, “ Whatever made you who you are, whatever led you to me, I’m grateful for, Kitten. “‘Cause you’re perfect, as you are.”
“You’re perfect to me too.” Vivienne smiled. "Did you see I put the mermaid statue you got for my birthday on the shelf so it’s in the background of my streams?”
“I did. I’m glad it means so much to you.”
“It means the world to me.” Vivienne smiled. “I know we have to focus on the match coming up at the pay-per-view but I have enjoyed the time just being a little homebody.”
“It’s been nice having you home to reconnect and refocus after all that BS with Harper,” Cyrus said. “We both needed some time and distance from your faction war stuff to just get back to what’s really important - our family.”
“Our family.” Vivienne nodded. “It is the most important thing. But I know how much your career matters to you too. I appreciate you being with me.”
“Gettin’ paid ta legally smack gobby bitches around is a dream job, don’t get me wrong, Kitten, but now I have you and my nippers ta provide for, I also have a dream life an’ a dream girl that most people envy an’ get madder than a cut grass snake over a bloke like me having, and that will always be my priority ta defend and protect,” Cyrus declared in no uncertain terms. “There’s no other place on this entire bloody Earth that I’d rather be than right by your side every damn day of the week.”
Vivienne squeezed him tight as she put her head on his chest, “I love being with you every day. I don’t want to ruin our chances of getting the tag team belts. Professionally I know I haven’t been doing the best job of carrying my weight.”
“Losses are inevitable, especially in our line of work, even if we get paid big bucks every week ta pretend otherwise in front of a camera for ten or fifteen minutes at a time,” Cyrus kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair to try and calm the anxiety Vivienne had always had about not being good enough - instilled in her from birth by a couple of pro wrestling’s biggest legends, Jacob and Daniel Rodgers, her father and grandfather.
Secretly Cyrus worried that even his love wasn’t enough to kill the voices in her head that prevented Viv from being truly unshackled in her life, but he tried, and was bound and determined to never give up on her, just like she’d never given up on him.
“Sure I came close in the Roulette earlier this year, but it’s not like I’ve been settin’ the world alight in my own career lately either,” Cyrus admitted in a moment that was as private as it was candid. “I know I’ll never get the kinda family pressure ta succeed that you’ve always been driven by Kitten, but I’ll always be here when ya need me, I promise. In fact, the last time I really enjoyed myself out there in the ring was beating the piss outta Warren, and before that it was by your side in the tag team rounds of the Heir and Heiress tourney. An’ even though I lost, I don’t really care ‘cause I still enjoyed myself. I like beating people bloody, I live for the adrenaline rush of it all, win or lose. I need my rage ta drive me, push me through all the bullshit. I used to think I’d always have to fight for survival by myself and I was okay with that - until I met you. Things changed, and quick. Suddenly, as fun as it was beating people bloody by myself, a part of me still missed having you by my side. Smacking bitches around with you just hits way differently than without you, Kitten. That’s why I know whatever happens on Sunday, we’re gonna make it inta that cage together, I guarantee it. With you by my side, I never feel like I can lose.”
Vivienne looked up at him, smiling as if the sun was in his eyes, “You’re right. Fighting as a team was pretty fun. I’ve always sort of liked tag teaming. And it felt…nice, safe having someone I knew wasn’t gonna stab me in the back in my corner. I trust you. I love you. It’s gonna be fun.”
“Too bloody right it is, Kitten,” Cyrus smirked. “The best way ta make sure ya don’t get somebody’s knife in your back is to stick your own in their chest first,” Cyrus advised. “It’s how I’ve survived and how I’ve come this far in life, and now I’ll never go back ta any other. I love you too, more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything in my entire bloody life.”
“I love you with everything I am. You’re my other half and I’m so happy I found you.” Vivienne ran her nails up his back. “Just you and our boys.”
Cyrus was naturally drawn in and seduced by her declaration. He kissed her passionately in response, holding her close, a shiver ran up his spine, dragged by her nails. Vivienne kissed him just as passionately, her life was his and his was hers.
Cyrus and Vivienne Daniels are standing together, side by side, and hand in hand in the beautiful Cosmovitral botanical gardens next to a water fountain surrounded by purple flowers and stained glass windows of swirling colors.
“You know this was the first place I ever recorded a promo on my own without my father? My first time wrestling on my own, really got to stand on my two feet was in Mexico. I was 16 years old on my own for the first time in my life expected to take the world by storm .” Vivienne looks at the flowers. “It did not go to plan obviously. But it’s the pressure they say that turns coals into diamonds, isn’t it?”
Vivienne looked at the camera, “There’s a little something of myself I could almost see in Amber. She came from the training school Tara Fenix herself founded... She has some big shoes to fill. After all, you have to live up to the expectations that come from putting ‘trained by Tara Fenix’ on your résumé. I’m third generation myself, though the Rodgers name never cracked through the Western mainstream like the name Fenix has. By comparison, the names Jacob and Daniel Rodgers are known only by the purest and most hardcore marks of our business. Tara’s left an almost untouchable impression across several major promotions, both as an active competitor and as a veteran. Even her son and little sister have made a mark on the business. Hell, there’s a reason Jennie was entrusted to help run this company’s flagship weekly broadcast, Sacrifice, and almost waltzed into the position unchallenged. That’s just the kind of legacy and reputation she has. Tara and her sister Jennie, both have made not only IWF proud, but the entire wrestling industry as a whole proud. In fact, you’re pretty much the only name associated with the whole Fenix dynasty that’s just been falling flat on your ass haven’t you?” Vivienne shakes her head, “How do you think an ego as big as Tara’s really feels about the stain you’re leaving on her precious legacy, hmm? It’d be pity worthy if it wasn’t so fucking pathetic. You’re lucky you have Hayleigh Blake now, another legendary name to compensate for how completely you’ve failed to live up to your potential. Are you sure the Fenixes didn’t set you up to fail, like maybe they trained you, as a joke only they’re in on?”
Vivienne smirks, “Speaking of jokes, now you're being thrown into this match. You have to team with a guy who has thousands of hours logged on World of Warcraft, and suffers from the delusion of being a real life Orc. A delusion almost as pathetic as your own Amber, where you also believe yourself to be something you’re so obviously not - a real life pro wrestling starlet.” Vivienne pauses thinking that thought over a moment before shaking her head, “And to make matters even worse for the two of you, IWF management are throwing you into a match you absolutely do not deserve, against me and my better half. Honestly, do you two seriously believe you have a hope in hell of being able to step up to the challenge my husband and I represent? Do you two even know each other, like at all? Have you done more than maybe exchange awkward greetings in catering? As the old saying goes, ‘Team work makes the dream work’ and Cyrus and I not only know each other intimately, we also share the same dreams, don’t we honey?”
“Of course, Kitten,” Cyrus grinned. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a partner I can truly trust both in and out of the ring, but the same bloody idiots who now hoot and holler at novelty circus clowns like Eternity, big green cunts like Hellscream and even a looney’s pet raccoon are quick to forget I broke inta this business as a tag team guy. But for all my experience, I’ve never been a tag team champion before, ‘cause my first partner insisted on playin’ up every awful Aussie stereotype at once. But that was twelve years ago, now though I have a life partner who I know is not only loyal ta me but also would never go out of her way ta sabotage me like that, so this match is my first step towards my single best chance to finally prove my true potential and achieve the one thing Stephen Kingsley’s limitations always denied me - a legit tag team title belt.”
Cyrus squeezed Vivienne’s hand firmly. “There’s nobody else I’d rather have at my side for an opportunity like this than the one Sheila I’ve committed myself to, my gorgeous wife, the mother of my children, Vivienne. Nobody else understands me like she does, and nobody understands what really makes us the perfect couple in and out of the ring, and that is our greatest advantage. You can’t exploit somethin’ you’ll never understand. You can’t defeat somethin’ you’ve never experienced, and that is exactly why our time locked away in a cage together is bloody well guaranteed.”
Cyrus now wraps an arm around Vivienne’s waist, pulling her closer, making her blush and fawn and look upon him with a soft, smitten gaze. “This match is a mere formality, something for Bertie to cross the T’s and dot the I’s with, ‘cause well he can’t just give title shots ta the bloke he saw fit ta punish with a fine a few months ago, can he? Nah, that’d be a bad look and we all know how much that pompous prick cares about his image an’ rep. So fine, Bertie, I’ll play by your rules for now. I’ll fucking embarrass two of the biggest jokes ya ever hired. I’ll beat the piss outta both bitches an’ I’ll do it without breakin’ a sweat. I’ll earn my way ta The Hot Topic Harlots and Vivienne an’ I will utterly embarrass them too. It’s just a matter of time and patience, and I’ve had a full ten years behind bars ta appreciate the value of both,” Cyrus laughed.
“It’s almost poetic, really. At one point in my life, I was fightin’ tooth and nail ta get outta the cage they tried ta lock me up in, now I’m lookin’ ta fight my way inta one. Fate does have a sense of irony after all, I guess. Unfortunately for Amber and Hellscream though, fate is also cold and cruel. And my beloved Kitten and I, we just so happen to be even colder, even crueler still.” Cyrus took a deep and considered breath. “Every night for a damn decade, some self important jackass in a fancy uniform would rattle my cage and tell me exactly when it was time for lights out, now it’s my turn: Amber, Hellscream, Sunday Night, it’s lights out for both of you bitches, permanently.”
“We know some sweaty neck-beard somewhere is bitching because we aren’t fighting an established tag team like The Rejects or Team Diversity Hire or maybe even Rock & Ruin, but I don’t care. We deserve this. You only need to look at how well we did in the tag team rounds of this year’s Heir and Heiress tournaments to realise that. And besides, it’s not as if my beloved or I have any real booking power or influence to just give ourselves opportunities like this. In fact, come to think of it, Amber is more directly connected to management in that sense when it’s her legendary mentor that runs an entire brand for this company on a weekly basis. So if anyone wants to cry about it on Twitter, please do it. We really don’t give a fuck. This is our shot and we are going to kick ass and take names. We are coming for those tag team titles. We are coming for Bella Morte, and in the end, everyone will see that the only true love story with a genuine happy ever after in this company is ours.”
“I’m just saying.” She said to the camera with a smile, “If my dead wife sent me a letter to come to our special place I would not be super chill about the monsters.”
The chat lit up with confirmation.
“The trailer made it seem like the fog would be less intense but man. This section certainly isn’t playing around.” Viv chuckled as she had James wander down the street. “Should I keep trying to check each of the houses or just follow the trail of gore?”
She glanced at the chat saying to just run straight into the fog, ignoring the messages that said she should show her tits instead.
“Run straight in? Sounds fun.” Viv caused the character to sprint in the fog which caused a cut scene where James saw a shambling shape in the fog lurching around making noises.
“Spooky demon. Check. I’m gonna run forward, see if I can follow it.” Vivienne had her character run forward but get stuck at a broken road. “Hmm, okay backtracking to see where it went.”
She scanned the ground while making mild chat with her followers, “I mean yeah it sucks I haven’t been booked since the revenge match but it’s giving me more time with the family and you guys, hasn’t it? Oh! There’s a trail down the alleyway. Let’s fucking go.”
The chat kept lighting up the side of her screen as she followed the monster through a garden into an alley where the game prompted her to crawl into a garbage. “Terrible idea. But let’s go James.” Viv slipped through the garage where the creature shuttered at her at the same time she felt a hand on her shoulder causing her to scream.
Cyrus laughed, clearly amused that he’d caught her so engrossed in her stream.
Vivienne looked up at him and put a hand to her chest to clam her breathing, “Scared me. Fuck. Boys in bed?”
“Of course, Kitten.”
The chat lit up with comments about Cyrus, most of them negative. Viv was used to that, a lot of people had a lot of negative things to say about Cyrus. Most people had a lot of negativity about how she handled dating, a lot of them had even had negative things to say about how she and Ulf broke up but it wasn’t about them. It was about her happiness.
“Alright chat, I think that’s enough for tonight. See you tomorrow.” Viv waved before ending the feed and taking her headphones off. “They put up much of a fight about bedtime today?”
“Noah more than Liam,” Cyrus smiled, “But I handled it. I always do.”
“You do. Thank you for letting me get some streaming in.” Vivienne hugged his waist. “I know once we start packing I won’t have a ton of time for it.”
“Havin’ hobbies an’ time for yourself is important, Kitten. Time to relax an’ just unwind, y’know?” Cyrus said. “I’m just glad you’re enjoying the remake, and hope it’s as good as the original was for you.”
“I’m not too far in but so far it’s great. Thank you Daddy.” Vivienne beamed up at him. “I give you time for your hobbies right? I try not to interrupt too much. I just like hugging you.”
He looked her deep in her eyes as they hugged, waist to waist. “I meant it when I said I love taking you hunting or fishing. I love sharing my hobbies and passions with you, Kitten. I bloody love sharing my life with you in fact. I’ve never seen a Sheila less squeamish about knives and blood or gutting what we catch,” Cyrus assured her. “You’re the bloody love of my life, so I’ll never see you as an interruption, only as an enhancement ta my happiness.”
Vivienne beamed at him, kissing him softly, “Well, I did grow up in the Midwest. Even if my father was focused on my wrestling training doesn’t mean I didn’t do the usual Midwest things.”
He returned the kiss, “ Whatever made you who you are, whatever led you to me, I’m grateful for, Kitten. “‘Cause you’re perfect, as you are.”
“You’re perfect to me too.” Vivienne smiled. "Did you see I put the mermaid statue you got for my birthday on the shelf so it’s in the background of my streams?”
“I did. I’m glad it means so much to you.”
“It means the world to me.” Vivienne smiled. “I know we have to focus on the match coming up at the pay-per-view but I have enjoyed the time just being a little homebody.”
“It’s been nice having you home to reconnect and refocus after all that BS with Harper,” Cyrus said. “We both needed some time and distance from your faction war stuff to just get back to what’s really important - our family.”
“Our family.” Vivienne nodded. “It is the most important thing. But I know how much your career matters to you too. I appreciate you being with me.”
“Gettin’ paid ta legally smack gobby bitches around is a dream job, don’t get me wrong, Kitten, but now I have you and my nippers ta provide for, I also have a dream life an’ a dream girl that most people envy an’ get madder than a cut grass snake over a bloke like me having, and that will always be my priority ta defend and protect,” Cyrus declared in no uncertain terms. “There’s no other place on this entire bloody Earth that I’d rather be than right by your side every damn day of the week.”
Vivienne squeezed him tight as she put her head on his chest, “I love being with you every day. I don’t want to ruin our chances of getting the tag team belts. Professionally I know I haven’t been doing the best job of carrying my weight.”
“Losses are inevitable, especially in our line of work, even if we get paid big bucks every week ta pretend otherwise in front of a camera for ten or fifteen minutes at a time,” Cyrus kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair to try and calm the anxiety Vivienne had always had about not being good enough - instilled in her from birth by a couple of pro wrestling’s biggest legends, Jacob and Daniel Rodgers, her father and grandfather.
Secretly Cyrus worried that even his love wasn’t enough to kill the voices in her head that prevented Viv from being truly unshackled in her life, but he tried, and was bound and determined to never give up on her, just like she’d never given up on him.
“Sure I came close in the Roulette earlier this year, but it’s not like I’ve been settin’ the world alight in my own career lately either,” Cyrus admitted in a moment that was as private as it was candid. “I know I’ll never get the kinda family pressure ta succeed that you’ve always been driven by Kitten, but I’ll always be here when ya need me, I promise. In fact, the last time I really enjoyed myself out there in the ring was beating the piss outta Warren, and before that it was by your side in the tag team rounds of the Heir and Heiress tourney. An’ even though I lost, I don’t really care ‘cause I still enjoyed myself. I like beating people bloody, I live for the adrenaline rush of it all, win or lose. I need my rage ta drive me, push me through all the bullshit. I used to think I’d always have to fight for survival by myself and I was okay with that - until I met you. Things changed, and quick. Suddenly, as fun as it was beating people bloody by myself, a part of me still missed having you by my side. Smacking bitches around with you just hits way differently than without you, Kitten. That’s why I know whatever happens on Sunday, we’re gonna make it inta that cage together, I guarantee it. With you by my side, I never feel like I can lose.”
Vivienne looked up at him, smiling as if the sun was in his eyes, “You’re right. Fighting as a team was pretty fun. I’ve always sort of liked tag teaming. And it felt…nice, safe having someone I knew wasn’t gonna stab me in the back in my corner. I trust you. I love you. It’s gonna be fun.”
“Too bloody right it is, Kitten,” Cyrus smirked. “The best way ta make sure ya don’t get somebody’s knife in your back is to stick your own in their chest first,” Cyrus advised. “It’s how I’ve survived and how I’ve come this far in life, and now I’ll never go back ta any other. I love you too, more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything in my entire bloody life.”
“I love you with everything I am. You’re my other half and I’m so happy I found you.” Vivienne ran her nails up his back. “Just you and our boys.”
Cyrus was naturally drawn in and seduced by her declaration. He kissed her passionately in response, holding her close, a shiver ran up his spine, dragged by her nails. Vivienne kissed him just as passionately, her life was his and his was hers.
Cyrus and Vivienne Daniels are standing together, side by side, and hand in hand in the beautiful Cosmovitral botanical gardens next to a water fountain surrounded by purple flowers and stained glass windows of swirling colors.
“You know this was the first place I ever recorded a promo on my own without my father? My first time wrestling on my own, really got to stand on my two feet was in Mexico. I was 16 years old on my own for the first time in my life expected to take the world by storm .” Vivienne looks at the flowers. “It did not go to plan obviously. But it’s the pressure they say that turns coals into diamonds, isn’t it?”
Vivienne looked at the camera, “There’s a little something of myself I could almost see in Amber. She came from the training school Tara Fenix herself founded... She has some big shoes to fill. After all, you have to live up to the expectations that come from putting ‘trained by Tara Fenix’ on your résumé. I’m third generation myself, though the Rodgers name never cracked through the Western mainstream like the name Fenix has. By comparison, the names Jacob and Daniel Rodgers are known only by the purest and most hardcore marks of our business. Tara’s left an almost untouchable impression across several major promotions, both as an active competitor and as a veteran. Even her son and little sister have made a mark on the business. Hell, there’s a reason Jennie was entrusted to help run this company’s flagship weekly broadcast, Sacrifice, and almost waltzed into the position unchallenged. That’s just the kind of legacy and reputation she has. Tara and her sister Jennie, both have made not only IWF proud, but the entire wrestling industry as a whole proud. In fact, you’re pretty much the only name associated with the whole Fenix dynasty that’s just been falling flat on your ass haven’t you?” Vivienne shakes her head, “How do you think an ego as big as Tara’s really feels about the stain you’re leaving on her precious legacy, hmm? It’d be pity worthy if it wasn’t so fucking pathetic. You’re lucky you have Hayleigh Blake now, another legendary name to compensate for how completely you’ve failed to live up to your potential. Are you sure the Fenixes didn’t set you up to fail, like maybe they trained you, as a joke only they’re in on?”
Vivienne smirks, “Speaking of jokes, now you're being thrown into this match. You have to team with a guy who has thousands of hours logged on World of Warcraft, and suffers from the delusion of being a real life Orc. A delusion almost as pathetic as your own Amber, where you also believe yourself to be something you’re so obviously not - a real life pro wrestling starlet.” Vivienne pauses thinking that thought over a moment before shaking her head, “And to make matters even worse for the two of you, IWF management are throwing you into a match you absolutely do not deserve, against me and my better half. Honestly, do you two seriously believe you have a hope in hell of being able to step up to the challenge my husband and I represent? Do you two even know each other, like at all? Have you done more than maybe exchange awkward greetings in catering? As the old saying goes, ‘Team work makes the dream work’ and Cyrus and I not only know each other intimately, we also share the same dreams, don’t we honey?”
“Of course, Kitten,” Cyrus grinned. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a partner I can truly trust both in and out of the ring, but the same bloody idiots who now hoot and holler at novelty circus clowns like Eternity, big green cunts like Hellscream and even a looney’s pet raccoon are quick to forget I broke inta this business as a tag team guy. But for all my experience, I’ve never been a tag team champion before, ‘cause my first partner insisted on playin’ up every awful Aussie stereotype at once. But that was twelve years ago, now though I have a life partner who I know is not only loyal ta me but also would never go out of her way ta sabotage me like that, so this match is my first step towards my single best chance to finally prove my true potential and achieve the one thing Stephen Kingsley’s limitations always denied me - a legit tag team title belt.”
Cyrus squeezed Vivienne’s hand firmly. “There’s nobody else I’d rather have at my side for an opportunity like this than the one Sheila I’ve committed myself to, my gorgeous wife, the mother of my children, Vivienne. Nobody else understands me like she does, and nobody understands what really makes us the perfect couple in and out of the ring, and that is our greatest advantage. You can’t exploit somethin’ you’ll never understand. You can’t defeat somethin’ you’ve never experienced, and that is exactly why our time locked away in a cage together is bloody well guaranteed.”
Cyrus now wraps an arm around Vivienne’s waist, pulling her closer, making her blush and fawn and look upon him with a soft, smitten gaze. “This match is a mere formality, something for Bertie to cross the T’s and dot the I’s with, ‘cause well he can’t just give title shots ta the bloke he saw fit ta punish with a fine a few months ago, can he? Nah, that’d be a bad look and we all know how much that pompous prick cares about his image an’ rep. So fine, Bertie, I’ll play by your rules for now. I’ll fucking embarrass two of the biggest jokes ya ever hired. I’ll beat the piss outta both bitches an’ I’ll do it without breakin’ a sweat. I’ll earn my way ta The Hot Topic Harlots and Vivienne an’ I will utterly embarrass them too. It’s just a matter of time and patience, and I’ve had a full ten years behind bars ta appreciate the value of both,” Cyrus laughed.
“It’s almost poetic, really. At one point in my life, I was fightin’ tooth and nail ta get outta the cage they tried ta lock me up in, now I’m lookin’ ta fight my way inta one. Fate does have a sense of irony after all, I guess. Unfortunately for Amber and Hellscream though, fate is also cold and cruel. And my beloved Kitten and I, we just so happen to be even colder, even crueler still.” Cyrus took a deep and considered breath. “Every night for a damn decade, some self important jackass in a fancy uniform would rattle my cage and tell me exactly when it was time for lights out, now it’s my turn: Amber, Hellscream, Sunday Night, it’s lights out for both of you bitches, permanently.”
“We know some sweaty neck-beard somewhere is bitching because we aren’t fighting an established tag team like The Rejects or Team Diversity Hire or maybe even Rock & Ruin, but I don’t care. We deserve this. You only need to look at how well we did in the tag team rounds of this year’s Heir and Heiress tournaments to realise that. And besides, it’s not as if my beloved or I have any real booking power or influence to just give ourselves opportunities like this. In fact, come to think of it, Amber is more directly connected to management in that sense when it’s her legendary mentor that runs an entire brand for this company on a weekly basis. So if anyone wants to cry about it on Twitter, please do it. We really don’t give a fuck. This is our shot and we are going to kick ass and take names. We are coming for those tag team titles. We are coming for Bella Morte, and in the end, everyone will see that the only true love story with a genuine happy ever after in this company is ours.”
Well howdy there pardner.