People usually say that a bride is glowing after her wedding, that they’ve got a happy, sated glow about them whenever someone comes to congratulate them.

But it’s so clear to see that it’s David that has that glow, a happy, excited flair about him as he practically snatches the mic from the ref in the middle of the ring.

He’s sweaty, and out of breath, and his hair is soggy and wild, but that would never stop him from talking to his audience. Because when has David ever given anything but his best?

He’s always been a good speaker, loud and excited, proud and oh so mouthy, he always seems to have something to say. He’s a lover, a people-pleaser. An entertainer.

He’s back home in Texas now, and he can see you in the front row of the audience, in one of his matching yellow robes, the silk and rhinestones covering you perfectly alongside that delicate yellow rose that’s tucked into your hair beside your ear. Sunny. And bright. And flushed. And cheering.

Oh, he’s in love.

But he has a job to do, because you’re right next to his family, surrounded by Von Erichs, right beside his Mama, and he seems to have realised that he has everything he could ever want. The most important people in his life, crowded and surrounded and in love.

And he just can’t help himself as he pauses his big long spiel, wandering up to the ropes and watching out to you in the audience, the most smug, proud grin on his face. And you dread to think about what he’s going to do as his arm gestures out to you, listening as the crowd roars and the cameras shift over to you.

He knows how much you hate this.

“Everyone… everyone…, I just want you to tell my beautiful wife how gorgeous she looks today…, look at her… look at my wife...”

The word still seems so foreign on his tongue, and as he sees the way your face flushes as his mother and father and brothers all turn and stare at you with the most dumbfounded expressions.

You’re married.

And your husband fucking loves you.

“This woman.. Oh, she is legendary..."