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You do not disrespect your gods.

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This is the custody of Dominik Mysterio storyline explained.

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he is so beautiful and sad and beautiful

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WWE SMACKDOWN MAGAZINE: SEPTEMBER 2005

MNM

“WE’RE GOING TO BE BIGGER THAN ELVIS”

By Keith Elliot Greenberg

You might say that MNM is rewriting history one snapshots at a time. Each time one of the paparazzi snaps their picture, it helps their star shine just a little bit brighter. In fact, they enjoy having their picture taken so much that they named their fishing move the Snapshot. And similarly, every time they nail the move, it brings them one step closer to becoming one of the greatest tag teams of all time.

With each victory, the trio becomes more and more resentful of those who apparently dismissed MNM as a fad that would soon fade. In the August issue of Smackdown! Magazine, Nitro said, “We're going to be bigger than Elvis, bigger than the Beatles.”

When you make statements as pompous as that, it’s understood that many will root against you. But MNM expected contempt from opponents, as well as the fans they’d derided as “too weird, too fat, too stupid, too scared, or too damn normal.” Now the trio believes their harshest detractors are the same journalists and paparazzi profiting from covering the electrifying new tag team.

“I have plenty of admirers in high places who’ve told me what these weasel journalists utter behind our backs,” Melina says. “I heard that some even started a pool over whether we’d be on a losing streak by the time the August issue of SmackDown! On sale–and guess who’s on the cover?” 

To a degree, Melina’s self-righteousness is reasonable. After all, many observers initially tagged MNM as the team more famous for its look than anything else. Even before their first match on SmackDown!, MNM was trailed by photographers more intrigued by the threesomes' unique appearance than its achievements.

When Nitro & Mercury captured the WWE Tag Team Championship in their very first match, the popular consensus was that the gold would slip through their fingers right away. They were too arrogant, too shallow and too inexperienced to remain at the top of the tag team ranks. Somehow, MNM proved all their critics wrong. And, now, when the paparazzi appear, there’s a legitimate reason why the pictures are in such great demand. 

In April, the team came out of nowhere and captured the titles from Eddie Guerrero & Rey Mysterio–two proud Latino stars not accustomed to getting bested by untested talent. Although tensions had been simmering between Guerrero & Mysterio already, the loss sent their relationship into a tailspin. The two were soon bitter enemies, and when they reconciled for one night to challenge for MNM’s championship, the result was disastrous.

In the aftermath, Mysterio was plagued by troubling doubts, while Guerrero appeared to be possessed by demons. Meanwhile, MNM’s light only burned brighter. 

“That’s what we do,” Melina says, “We take the icons you people have chosen to worship, and we reduce them to nothing. We’re competitors, baby. And when you compete, some people lose and some people win.” “We happen to choose the latter.”

That was made abundantly clear when MNM tangled with Heidenreich and his new “friend,” Road Warrior Animal. The cocky young tag team held their ground against Animal–at one time one-half of perhaps the greatest tag team ever-refusing to be intimidated by his legendary status.

“The Road Warriors, The Midnight Express, The British Bulldogs, The Dudley Boyz, all those tag teams everyone talks about as being so great,” Melina says. “Yeah, they were probably all right in their day, but that’s the past. This is now. MNM is the tag team of the present, and of the future. Deal with it.” For Melina, that aggressive spirit extends outside the realm of tag team combat. Repelled by the notion that her fellow WWE Divas are paragons of beauty, Melina has used both violent language and sadistic behavior to diminish their status.

In one memorable confrontation with Michelle McCool, Melina actually asked her boys to remain backstage. Melina then tore into the athletic blonde with an aptitude that matched the newcomer’s managerial abilities. In the end, Melina survived a dropkick and a spear. But as her opponents straddled the ropes, punching downward, Melina shook off the bows, snatched Michelle, and defeated her with a powerbomb. 

Even among MNM’s enemies, there were immediate comparison to other females who established themselves in WWE as managers, but ultimately transcended the role.

Today, for instance, few recall that Trish Stratus actually entered WWE as the manager of T&A–the hulking duo of Albert (later A-Train) and Test. Like Melina, Trish drew fans with her good looks, but she had greater ambitions. After she struck out on her own, she dominated the Women’s Division.

Parallels have also been made to Sunny, the stunning cover girl who shepherded several teams to tag team gold in the mid-1990s. In the process, she gained a reputation as a woman who pretty much attained anything she desired. 

Others theorize that Melina’s career may most closely resemble that of Sensational Sherri. At different stages, Sherri managed Shawn Michaels, Randy Savage and Ric Flair, and also held the Women’s Championship.

Yet, those who focus on Melina fall into the trap MNM hopes to set–diverting opponents away from the strengths and weaknesses of Nitro & Mercury.

Mercury all but admitted this recently when he told a reporter, “While our opponents are busy thinking about Melina, talking about Melina, and, yes, fantasizing about Melina, Johnny and I can pretty much step into that ring and do whatever we want to them.”

Because of their early success, Nitro &N Mercury’s potential is sometimes compared with the records of other WWE newcomers who swiftly rocket to the top of their profession. But such comparisons mean little to them.

“We hear people comparing us to guys from back in the day like Kerry Von Erich, because he burst on the scene and won the Intercontinental title right away,” Mercury says. “But those people just don’t get it. Bon Erich already established himself years before when he beat Ric Flair for the NWA title. Unlike the ‘Texas Tornado,’ we walked into WWE cold. We came out of nowhere and shocked all the so-called experts.”

“I mean, sure there were Superstars like Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar who came here and won titles right off the bat, but even those guys didn’t do what we did,” Nitro says. “Angle was an Olympic gold medalist; Lesnar was an NCAA Champion. WWE fans had no idea who we were that first night, when we debuted in Madison Square Garden. But we changed all that by winning the WWE Tag team titles that same night. Now, everyone knows who we are.” Perhaps it’s more appropriate to measure MNM next to Carlito, who won the U.S. Championship in his first SmackDown! match, or Christian, who earned the Light Heavyweight title in his WWE debut. Both came out of nowhere and very quickly grabbed the spotlight. And in both their cases, they have remained among WWE’s elite ever since.

“To all those people who say we got lucky, I have news for you,” Nitro says. “We were lucky the day we were born. Not everyone is blessed with the attributes we were given. And that’s too bad. But nobody says that life is fair. It’s not really our fault if we’re perfect in an imperfect world.”

It’s an attitude MNM carries on the red carpet and , as the results have shown, into the ring as well.

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If you're interested in deep dives into historical grudges and want to know the connection between these two snarky comments and how they tie back to ancient beef from 2005 Ring of Honor, please check out my (overly)-extensive analysis of what I call a "delicious turducken of spite," available to be read on Substack before the debut of the first three-hour Smackdown featuring the true and rightful winged-eagle champion himself!

https://mithgifs.substack.com/p/the-best-moveset

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LIFE OF LETTIE

Boldly living, love, and learning.

"Hey Alexa, play I'm That Girl by Beyoncé."

Summary: Nineteen-year-old Letitia “Lettie” Anoa’i, daughter of Roman Reigns, is feeling adrift after graduating from the University of Tampa. But when a surprising opportunity comes her way, she steps into the role of the new SmackDown ring announcer. Navigating both the pressure of her family legacy and her newfound career, Lettie embarks on a journey of self-discovery in the spotlight of WWE.

Letitia Galina “Lettie” Anoa’i (born October 19, 2005) is an American ring announcer. She is signed to WWE as a ring announcer for the SmackDown brand.

Meet WWE’s Newest Ring Announcer: Lettie Anoa’i

WWE is no stranger to family legacies, but the latest addition to the SmackDown roster has a lineage that’s hard to ignore. Letitia “Lettie” Anoa’i, daughter of the Reigning, Defending, Undisputed Tribal Chief Roman Reigns, has officially signed with WWE and is stepping into the spotlight as the newest ring announcer for SmackDown.

Lettie’s signing with WWE in October 2024 marks the start of a new chapter in her life, as she transitions from a promising student and athlete to one of the most anticipated figures in the wrestling world. At just 19 years old, Lettie has already built a reputation for herself, not only because of her famous last name but also for her own drive, determination, and passion for entertainment.

Growing up in the Anoa’i family, wrestling was never far from Lettie’s life. With her father, Roman Reigns, at the top of WWE’s roster, and a family tree that includes legends like The Rock, The Usos, and Rikishi, it’s safe to say Lettie was raised in a world where the ring was a second home. However, her journey to WWE has been anything but predetermined.

After graduating from the University of Tampa in May 2024, Lettie found herself at a crossroads, unsure of the exact path to follow. While many would expect her to follow in her father’s footsteps, Lettie’s passion for the world of sports entertainment led her to an unexpected role behind the mic, rather than in the ring.

In October 2024, WWE announced Lettie’s official signing, revealing that she would take over as the new SmackDown ring announcer. Fans were quick to notice the excitement surrounding her debut, with many speculating about what she would bring to the table as a fresh face on the blue brand.

Lettie’s transition from a fan of WWE to an integral part of the SmackDown team has been swift, and her enthusiasm for her role is evident. She’s known for her charisma, sharp instincts, and ability to connect with fans, making her the perfect fit for the high-energy atmosphere of SmackDown. Whether it’s delivering the hype before a major match or setting the tone for the evening, Lettie’s presence at the announce desk has already made an impact.

Despite the weight of her family’s legacy, Lettie is determined to carve out her own path in WWE. While Roman Reigns’ shadow looms large, Lettie is making it clear that she’s here to stand on her own two feet. She’s already received praise from both fans and industry insiders for her poise and professionalism, demonstrating that she has what it takes to succeed in WWE — on her own terms.

"I’m excited to be a part of WWE, but I’m also looking forward to showing the world who I am beyond my family name," Lettie said in a recent interview. "I’ve spent a lot of time learning from the best, and now it’s my time to shine in a way that feels true to myself."

As Lettie continues her journey with WWE, there’s no telling where it will take her. While she’s currently focused on her role as a ring announcer, her potential within the company is limitless. Whether she decides to eventually take on a more active role in the ring or continue working behind the scenes, Lettie’s future in WWE looks incredibly bright.

For now, fans can look forward to seeing her on SmackDown each week, where she’s already becoming a key part of the brand’s exciting atmosphere. Lettie Anoa’i is ready to prove that, while she may be the daughter of a wrestling legend, she’s about to make her own name in WWE — and it’s just getting started.

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Letitia “Lettie” Anoa’i

WWE RING ANNOUNCER

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In a brightly lit studio filled with warm lights and the hum of an eager audience, Lettie sat across from Jennifer Hudson on The Jennifer Hudson Show.

The air was thick with excitement, not just because of the glittering stage or the cameras capturing every moment, but because Lettie had truly arrived. Over the past few months, she had made a name for herself as one of the top announcers in the world of professional wrestling.

Her work with SmackDown and at various Premium Live Events had gained her praise from fans and insiders alike, and today, she was about to share her journey with one of the most beloved entertainers in the world.

Lettie’s poised demeanor made it easy for the audience to see why she had quickly risen through the ranks. At just nineteen years old, she was already establishing herself as a powerhouse in WWE—though not in the way many people might have expected.

Lettie had no intention of stepping into the ring to perform bone-crunching moves or endure the high-flying drama that characterized her father Roman Reigns’ legendary career. Instead, she had found her niche behind the microphone, becoming the authoritative voice that introduced the action, hyped up the crowd, and ensured every event was seamlessly orchestrated.

On the couch beside Jennifer, Lettie’s confidence was evident. She was relaxed but attentive, her presence exuding the quiet strength that had earned her respect in an industry known for its larger-than-life personalities. She smiled as Jennifer began the conversation, eager to dive into her story.

“You've made such a huge impact in such a short time," Jennifer began, her voice warm and full of genuine admiration. "Tell us, how did you end up in this role as an announcer in WWE?”

Lettie leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with the memories of how it all began. “Honestly, it wasn’t something I expected,” she said, her voice steady and clear. “I grew up around wrestling, of course. My dad, Roman Reigns, has been in the business forever, and I’ve always admired what he does. But I never really thought I’d be part of it. I thought I’d go down a different path, like maybe working in sports marketing or something behind the scenes.” She paused, as if recalling the crossroads that had led her here.

Jennifer raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, what made you decide to pick up the mic instead of, say, stepping into the ring like your dad?”

Lettie’s smile softened as she thought about it. “It’s funny. I think it’s because I don’t have to fight. I’m definitely not interested in putting on the boots and stepping into the squared circle. I’ll leave that to the real fighters.” She chuckled, shaking her head lightly, as if the thought of herself in the ring was almost absurd. “But announcing… there’s something about it that really clicked for me. I get to be part of the action, but in a way that’s all my own. It’s about creating the atmosphere, getting the crowd hyped up, and letting the athletes do what they do best. And for me, that was the perfect fit.”

Jennifer nodded, clearly impressed by Lettie’s clarity and self-awareness. “And you’ve certainly proven yourself. You’ve been getting praise from fans and insiders, and your presence on SmackDown and at Premium Live Events has really stood out. But I know it’s not always easy to step out from the shadow of a parent with such a massive legacy.”

Lettie’s expression shifted slightly, her gaze momentarily distant. She was aware of the weight of her father’s legacy, but she was also keenly aware of her own journey and the need to carve out her own path. “Yeah, it’s tough sometimes,” she admitted. “I mean, my dad is Roman Reigns, right? He’s a legend. And I respect that. But at the same time, I’ve always known that I had to do things on my own. I couldn’t just ride on his coattails. I wanted to prove that I could succeed in WWE for me, not just because of who my dad is.”

Her words were genuine, and Jennifer could hear the determination in her voice. Lettie wasn’t interested in playing second fiddle to anyone, even if it meant facing challenges that others might have found intimidating. She wasn’t just the daughter of a wrestling legend; she was Lettie Anoa’i, and she had something to offer the world of wrestling that was entirely her own.

Jennifer smiled warmly, clearly understanding the balance Lettie was striking. “It’s not just about the family name; it’s about your own talent and determination,” she said, leaning in slightly. “And speaking of family, I know that having Roman Reigns as your dad must make for some interesting moments. How does he react to your work behind the mic?”

Lettie let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Oh, he’s always got something to say. It’s hilarious, actually. After every show, he’ll call me up and tease me. He’s like, ‘Your voice cracked on that last announcement,’ or he’ll say something totally out of pocket, like, ‘You looked nervous out there.’” Lettie’s expression softened as she spoke about her dad, a fondness and humor in her voice. “But I know what he’s doing. He knows how worked up I can get when I’m announcing. It’s his way of calming me down and keeping me grounded. He’s always been that way—tough on the outside but supportive underneath.”

Jennifer chuckled, clearly entertained by the dynamic between Lettie and her father. “It sounds like he’s got his own way of showing love, huh?”

“Exactly,” Lettie replied, her smile widening. “It’s his way of showing that he’s proud, without saying it directly. And I love that about him.”

The conversation shifted slightly as Jennifer leaned in, clearly curious about another side of Lettie’s life. “You mentioned growing up with your dad, but what about your family life outside of wrestling? I hear you have a pretty big family.”

Lettie’s smile grew more playful as she leaned back in her seat. “Oh yeah, I’m the oldest of six,” she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. “I’ve got two sets of twin brothers. It’s chaos. But in the best way. Growing up with all those siblings was definitely an adventure, especially with two sets of twins who are always competing to be the loudest in the room. Honestly, it’s made me want to wait a long time before having kids of my own.” She paused, as if considering her own future. “Maybe in, like, two decades or so,” she added with a grin.

Jennifer laughed, clearly enjoying the moment. “I bet that’s a lot to manage. But it must be nice to have such a tight-knit family, too.”

Lettie’s expression softened. “Oh, it definitely is. My little sister Joelle, who’s seventeen, is my best friend. We talk every single day. Even when I’m on the road for work, we’re texting or FaceTiming. It’s like we can’t go more than a few hours without checking in. I think it’s the bond we’ve had growing up together, and now that we’re both older, it’s just become even stronger.”

There was a noticeable tenderness in Lettie’s voice as she spoke about her sister. It was clear that family was everything to her, and despite her growing professional success, she never lost sight of the people who had shaped her.

Jennifer’s curiosity seemed piqued, and she leaned forward. “Speaking of being on the road, I’m sure that can get pretty lonely at times. Who do you travel with?”

Lettie chuckled, shrugging a little as if the question was an easy one. “I travel with Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Naomi most of the time. Or sometimes, if other family members are on the road, I’ll stick with them. I’m lucky to have a big, supportive family around me, so I’m never really alone. They’re always looking out for me.”

“Sounds like your dad’s keeping a close eye on you, even when he’s not physically there,” Jennifer said, a knowing smile on her face.

Lettie nodded. “For sure. It’s just his way of making sure I’m okay. I’ve got a lot of people who’ve got my back, and I think that’s one of the best things about being in this business. It’s not just about the matches or the crowds; it’s about the family and the connections you make along the way.”

As the interview continued, Lettie’s personality shone through—a mixture of confidence, humility, and a deep love for her family. Her journey was far from over, but it was clear that Lettie was going to carve out her own legacy in WWE. The industry had room for her, not just because of her last name, but because of the unique talents she brought to the table.

Whether it was behind the microphone, keeping the crowd on the edge of their seats, or laughing with her loved ones, Lettie was proving every day that she was her own person—and she was just getting started.

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The late afternoon sun cast its golden glow across GG’s Waterfront, where the gentle rustle of palm trees danced in rhythm with the warm breeze. The upscale restaurant, nestled at the edge of a sparkling marina, had a reputation for its serene ambiance and stunning views of the bay.

Today, the sun was dipping lower in the sky, its rays filtering through the tall windows that opened onto the water. The soft clink of silverware, the murmur of distant conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air, giving the place an atmosphere of understated elegance.

Lettie, seated at the table with her mother, Galina, and her aunt, Coliesa, couldn’t have felt more at ease. The trio formed a striking picture, their faces and features weaving together seamlessly as if they had been crafted from the same mold.

At nineteen years old, Lettie was becoming more and more like her mother and aunt every day, and she had started to notice how often they were mistaken for triplets. In fact, it was almost a routine now, a strange but somewhat flattering occurrence that no longer seemed as annoying as it once had.

At this point, Lettie had learned to embrace the resemblance. She’d spent her teenage years growing increasingly frustrated by it, feeling as though she was perpetually living in the shadow of her mother’s and aunt’s beauty, but now that she was older, something about it felt like a gift.

The truth was, her mother and aunt were both breathtaking women—Galina, at 37, and Coliesa, at 33, had both aged like fine wine, their beauty ripening with time in the most effortless way. Lettie realized that if she looked like them now, she would only become more beautiful as she grew older. The thought was comforting, almost reassuring.

The three women sat around a round table, covered in a crisp white cloth with a small vase of fresh flowers in the center. The rich scent of fresh seafood wafted from the kitchen, complementing the slight tang of saltwater that lingered in the air from the bay just outside.

Lettie, dressed in a light yellow sundress that shimmered in the afternoon light, looked around with a slight smile. It was the kind of day that felt perfect, one where the conversation could flow as easily as the drinks. Galina, in a soft blue blouse and white linen pants, looked every bit as elegant as she always did. Her dark hair, pulled into a neat ponytail, framed her striking face, while Coliesa, in a figure-hugging red dress, leaned back with a playful smile. Her eyes gleamed with warmth, and her laughter—loud and free—always made those around her feel at home.

“God, I swear, Lettie,” Coliesa said, glancing over at her niece with a teasing smirk. “You’re starting to look just like us.”

Lettie chuckled softly, her hand playing with the rim of her wine glass. “I can’t help it if you two are ridiculously beautiful.”

Galina’s lips twitched upward into a smile. “She’s right, Lettie. You’re looking more like us every day.”

Lettie tilted her head back and laughed. “It’s the ‘family curse,’ I guess,” she said, as if she were acknowledging something inevitable.

It wasn’t unusual for people to mistake them for sisters, and now that Lettie was older, the confusion seemed only to deepen. The more she grew into her features, the more it became clear that the three women were practically indistinguishable. Their strikingly similar brown eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones only became more apparent as time passed.

Yet, there was something about the trio that made their likeness seem natural—effortless, even—like a work of art, each woman a reflection of the other in their own unique way.

As they talked and joked, the waiter arrived to take their orders. He was a young man, around his twenties, with short-cropped hair and a crisp white shirt. He paused as he approached the table, a look of confusion crossing his face as he took in the sight of the three women.

He smiled politely and then, after a moment of hesitation, leaned in slightly, as if to ask an innocent question. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but—uh—are you three, by chance, triplets?” His tone was tentative, unsure whether to joke or to be serious.

Galina laughed softly, a sound full of warmth. “We get that a lot, actually. But no, we’re not triplets,” she said, exchanging an amused look with Coliesa.

The waiter blinked, his eyes shifting between the three women, his surprise palpable. “Really?” he said with a slight chuckle. “It’s just… the resemblance is uncanny.”

Lettie, who had overheard such comments countless times before, couldn’t help but grin. “Well, we’re related, but not triplets,” she said with a wink. “But if we were, I think that’d be pretty fun.”

The waiter, clearly embarrassed, smiled sheepishly and nodded. “I’ll get your drinks started right away,” he said quickly, eager to move on from the awkward moment.

As he walked away, the three women burst into a ripple of laughter, a shared moment of amusement filling the air. Galina and Coliesa exchanged a playful glance, both of them aware of how often they were mistaken for sisters. The difference now was that Lettie had grown into her own, and she found herself appreciating the comparison more than she had in the past.

“You know,” Lettie said after a moment, her tone turning more serious as she looked between her mother and aunt, “I used to be so annoyed by that. Being mistaken for twins or triplets all the time. But now, I think it’s kind of… flattering.”

Galina nodded, her expression softening. “I get it, darling. It used to bother me too. But you’re starting to look just like us, and honestly, there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re going to age beautifully, Lettie. Look at us.”

“Exactly,” Coliesa chimed in, her voice playful but sincere. “We’re not getting any younger, but we’re certainly aging well. And you’re following right along with us. Just wait—you’ll see.”

Lettie smiled at her aunt’s words, comforted by the thought that she, too, would age gracefully, just as her mother and aunt had. She had spent so many years worrying about how she would fare in the future, how her looks would change as she grew older.

But sitting there with her mother and aunt, watching their effortless beauty, Lettie was beginning to realize that she didn’t need to worry. It was as though the future had already been written for her, a path that promised nothing but more beauty, more grace.

The light conversation began to shift when Galina's voice took on a more serious tone. “Lettie,” she began, her eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded her daughter, “we need to talk about something.”

Lettie looked up from her drink, her curiosity piqued. “What is it, Mom?”

Galina leaned in, her fingers gently folding the napkin in her lap. “I was looking over your spending last month,” she said, her voice both calm and concerned. “And, honestly, I was shocked.”

Lettie’s stomach dropped slightly. “What do you mean, Mom?” she asked, already sensing where the conversation was headed.

Galina hesitated for a moment, clearly trying to find the right words. “You spent twelve thousand dollars last month, Lettie,” she said, her tone a mixture of disbelief and concern.

Lettie blinked, taken aback by the figure. “What?” she asked, her voice incredulous. “How did you even find out about that?”

“I get the credit card statements,” Galina replied matter-of-factly. “And I’ve been keeping an eye on things. Twelve thousand, Lettie… that’s a lot of money.”

Lettie shifted uncomfortably in her seat, aware that her mother was only looking out for her. But at the same time, she didn’t like feeling as though she had to justify her choices. “Well,” she said, trying to explain, “you know maintaining myself isn’t cheap. From my hair to my nails, it all adds up.”

Coliesa, who had been quietly listening, leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Wait a second,” she interjected, raising an eyebrow. “How much are you making now, Lettie? With your WWE announcing gig?”

Lettie sighed, realizing that Coliesa had already figured it out. “I make $250,000 a year from WWE,” she said, almost casually.

Galina looked surprised, but Coliesa let out a whistle of approval. “Well, then,” she said, leaning back in her chair, “let the girl spend her $12,000 if she’s bringing in that kind of cash. Honestly, if you’re going to make that much money, I say treat yourself.”

Galina’s expression softened, though a slight skepticism still lingered. “I just don’t want you to get in over your head, Lettie,” she said gently. “I’m just trying to look out for you.”

Lettie smiled reassuringly, trying to ease her mother’s worry. “I’m careful with my money, Mom. I promise. I know what I’m doing.”

Galina hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Alright, but just promise me you’ll be smart about it, okay?”

“I will, I promise,” Lettie replied with a playful wink, taking a sip of her strawberry lemonade. “I’ve got everything under control.”

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Tonight’s Friday Night SmackDown was an event not to be missed. The energy in the Pechanga Arena in San Diego, CA, was stimulating, as the excited crowd buzzed with anticipation. Amid the backstage chaos, one individual was making her way through the winding corridors, moving with purpose and poise.

Lettie carried a thick binder under her arm, her eyes scanning the surroundings, already deep into her role for the night. The binder contained all the crucial information she needed to perform her job effectively: wrestler statistics, cities they were billed from, their weights, and all the intricate details that made each match unique.

Lettie had already dressed for the occasion in her hotel room. A ribbed long-sleeve dress and her signature ring announcer heels ensured she looked the part. Now, the only thing she needed to do before the show was drop off her purse with one of her relatives—people who were always close by when she needed them most.

As she walked briskly through the dimly lit hallway of the arena, her footsteps echoed in the cavernous space. Her mind was already turning, running over the names, the stats, and the order of the matches for the night. Lettie had a quiet confidence that came with experience, even though this was only her first year in the industry. She was the youngest member of the roster, a role that came with both its privileges and challenges, especially in a world dominated by veterans with decades of experience.

“Girl, what part of we ride together do you not understand?” The voice rang out behind her, unmistakably familiar and brimming with playful frustration.

Lettie turned to find her cousin-in-law, Trinity, catching up to her. Trinity’s long hair swayed as she moved quickly, her face lit with a mix of concern and amusement. Though the two women were technically cousins-in-law—Trinity was married to Lettie’s father’s cousin, Jonathan—the age gap between them meant that Lettie had always looked up to her more like an aunt. Trinity’s role in Lettie’s life was more than that of a relative; she was a guide, a protector, and often, a reality check.

Lettie smiled, albeit a bit sheepishly. “I had a meeting with creatives, sorry, Auntie.”

Trinity rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “It’s fine, just let us know next time. What did Creative want to talk to you about?”

Lettie’s eyes flickered for a moment, her tone steady but the faintest hint of discomfort creeping into her voice. “A possible storyline. I said no to it.”

Trinity raised an eyebrow, sensing more than Lettie was letting on. “A possible storyline? See, I don’t know why they thought you would do something like that.” Her voice dropped into a teasing tone. “It was a romantic one, wasn’t it?”

Lettie nodded, her face flushing slightly as she considered the implications. She could already picture it in her mind: a storyline where she would be paired with a much older wrestler, the kind of thing that would draw the attention of fans and cameras, but something that made her skin crawl. It was an idea she had no interest in pursuing, not in the slightest. Lettie was here to work—she had no desire to be caught up in the type of soap opera antics that were often woven into wrestling narratives.

"Yeah, I have no interest in that, and there’s no way my dad would let me do it anyway," Lettie said, her voice firm as she handed her purse over to Trinity.

Trinity’s gaze softened, and she patted Lettie on the shoulder in a show of understanding. “Good. I can’t imagine why they would even suggest that. You're here to announce. You’ve got enough to focus on without adding that kind of drama into the mix.”

Lettie appreciated the sentiment. She wasn’t naïve. She knew that being part of the WWE world meant dealing with storylines, backstage politics, and often, things that went beyond the ring. But she was determined to stay focused on the work that mattered to her. As a ring announcer, her role was to set the stage for the athletes and let their talent shine. She wasn’t interested in turning herself into a character—at least, not in the way creatives often envisioned.

“Yeah, I mean, I’m just trying to make it through the night without anything else blowing up,” Lettie replied her voice light but with a touch of seriousness. "You know, being the youngest one here, sometimes people forget that I just want to do my job."

Trinity smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. “You’re more than capable, girl. Just remember, we’re in this together. You’ve got a whole crew looking out for you.”

Lettie nodded in appreciation as she watched Trinity take her purse. “Thanks, Auntie. I’ll text you if I need anything.”

“Good luck, and be safe,” Trinity said, before giving her a quick hug. “Go do your thing. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

With a wave, the two women parted ways, and Lettie continued down the hallway, her mind now back on track. She was here to work.

The restroom was only a short walk away, and Lettie used the time to calm herself. She took a few deep breaths, adjusting the mic pack clipped to the back of her dress. The nerves were always there, just beneath the surface, but she had learned to manage them over time. She’d spent months training for this job, learning the ins and outs of the arena, the sound system, and of course, the wrestlers themselves. Knowing the stats was crucial, but being able to read the room, to sense the energy of the crowd, that was something she had learned to do instinctively.

When she exited the restroom, Lettie made her way to ringside. The arena was already buzzing with excitement, the roar of the crowd echoing down the hallway as the sound of entrance music thumped through the walls. She could feel the adrenaline in the air—the performers, the staff, everyone involved in making the night happen. It was electric.

Ringside was a different world. The announcer’s table was already set up, the microphones and monitors waiting for her to take her place. Lettie stood behind the table for a moment, taking in the sight of the nearly packed arena, the vibrant lights of the stage illuminating the squared circle. She could hear the crowd’s chants growing louder, their anticipation of the upcoming matches nearly tangible. There was no room for doubt here, no time for second-guessing.

Lettie was ready.

With a glance at her binder, she ran through the lines in her head once more, making sure she had the names, the cities, and all the pertinent details. The wrestlers' entrances were about to begin, and it was her job to give them the energy they deserved. She straightened her back, her posture confident. She had done this many times before, but every show felt like a fresh start. Each crowd was different, each match was its unique moment in time.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Lettie stepped up to the mic, her voice cutting through the atmosphere with perfect clarity. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Friday Night SmackDown!” Her voice rang out, clear and powerful, sending ripples of excitement through the audience.

The night went by in a blur of flashing lights, roaring crowds, and electrifying matches. Lettie’s job was to keep everything moving smoothly, to ensure the audience was hyped up, and to give each match the proper introduction. Her voice was the one that set the tone for the event, and tonight, it felt particularly exhilarating. She knew this was where she belonged.

Hours later, the show had come to a close. The wrestlers were backstage, the crew was breaking down the set, and the arena slowly emptied. Lettie’s adrenaline was still pumping as she made her way back to the locker room to meet with Trinity and Jonathan, so they could head back to the hotel together. It had been a long night, but Lettie felt proud of her work.

She walked backstage, weaving through the winding hallways, the sounds of clanging equipment and crew members’ voices filling the air. As she passed by a few other wrestlers, she exchanged brief nods of acknowledgment and a few quick hellos, but her mind was already on the next phase of the night. She needed to unwind, to reset after the intensity of the live show.

Finally, she reached the designated meeting point, where she saw Trinity and Jonathan waiting for her. Trinity flashed a wide grin as Lettie approached, her arms open for a hug.

“You did great tonight,” Trinity said warmly.

Lettie smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. “Thanks, Auntie. It was a good show.”

Jonathan, who had been quiet up until now, nodded in agreement. “You’re a natural, little bit.”

Lettie smiled. “Thanks, Uncle.”

The three of them made their way out of the arena, their steps in sync, heading toward the parking lot. As the cool San Diego night air hit Lettie’s face, she couldn’t help but smile. There was still so much to learn, so much to experience, but tonight had been a reminder of why she was here.

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Drowning My Sorrows (ONE-SHOT)

I felt like making a vent-y hurt/comfort one shot where after Charlie, Alan and Glep get into a fight, Pim fails to resolve it and sends strange texts over the group chat that have the gang scrambling to get there. Ends with an happy ending, I promise.

TW: PTSD, P*nic Att**k, Mentions of Ab*se + Victim Bl*m*ng, The Ab*se of Alcohol as an Unhealthy Coping Mechanism and an all-to relatable nightmare sequence. Read at your own risk.

The sun began to set for the day as Pim came inside his house after work as he usually did, turning on the lights and evoking a warm, cozy vibe for he was trying to feel for a sense of comfort, but he felt so drained after that bungled attempt to peacefully resolve that nasty argument between his co-workers ended on a sour, defeated note. He tried to take his mind off of it with a curling up on the couch with a blanket, a cup of warm tea and turning on one of his favorite shows with the little boy and his pastel-colored alien family…but on nights like this, it failed to break him of his shaking palms and his beating heart which was getting worse and worse as he ignored it.

“What do you know about it, squirt?! Keep your goddamn nose-er, whatever you have between your eyes out of it!”

The memory of the irritated Charlie telling Pim to back off reminded him of another memory that plagued him for years, when he finally forgot about it and began to heal it seemed to finally come back to haunt him after all this time. Whenever his mom would hear he got into yet another “fight” with another family member, he would be punished even if he did nothing of note to make them angry in the first place. Whether it be a long lecture that could be boiled down to “It’s your fault for being unhappy.” or among those lines, she would cherry pick anything to somehow make the connection that it was Pim’s fault and he deserved it all while hammering it over his head that it was immature to not be positive over even the worst things that happened to him. Did he really deserve all of that to happen to him merely for telling any of them to leave him alone when they started it? Pim tried to think of happy memories he had with his friends, taking yet another note from his mom…but always came back to what happened before he left work…..

Pim couldn’t take it anymore, he needed something to soothe the pain by making him forget. Pim promised himself he wouldn’t do it again, over and over, but the feeling of spacing out with alcohol was (even if temporary) a wash over of relief, simply forgetting about everything bothering him even if it would leave him throwing up with a hangover the next day. No wonder his mom loved her wine so much.

….

Charlie was playing Rust on his PC, accompanied by a bag of chips and his second ice-cold can of Monster, tuning reality out best he could in his crappy studio apartment…his flow got disrupted after he started hearing his phone blow up he tried to ignore it, but knowing the exact extent of his friends’ irreverence it had to be the funniest obscure meme from 2005 or something. He picked up the phone and opened up the group chat to be greeted to a wall of texts, where he started reading the first two initially figuring it was just going to be Pim apologizing for butting in him that verbal smackdown he and his other two coworkers had….the rest of the text, on the other hand, started to startle the yellow critter as it progressively got more personal. The last text was sent as he was reading the rest, and when Charlie read the last one, it sent him in a panic. He started spamming the chat begging Pim to respond, apologizing for his behavior earlier but despite Pim being marked as active, none of the texts that Charlie had been desperately beaming out from his fingertips were marked as read…after waiting five minutes or so, Charlie who was anxious with sweat finally received a message, but it wasn’t the one he was expecting.

Alan: The hell are y’all in the chat doing waking me up at this hour for? >:(

Charlie’s hopes of reaching out to his best friend were dramatically dashed, as tears pricked in his eyes. Charlie wasn’t the touchy-feely-type of guy, as he hid his emotions like a “true” alpha male but in this particular case, how could he not? He really screwed up this time, leaving Alan and Glep furious at him and Pim….he really shouldn’t have lashed out at the sensitive little guy. Sure he butt-in while he was trying to make a point but at least he was trying to peacefully bring him back to earth. Charlie felt the tense vibration of anxiety in his palm when texting Alan, typos and all.

Charlie: Sc r ol hp noq scroll yup noq shit scroll up now Alan: FUCK Glep: (=3=) zzzz (>0<) !! ???? Alan: EVERYONE MEET ME AT PIM’S HOUSE ON THE DOUBLE.

Charlie shoved his phone in his pocket, trying to hold back tears as he ran out of his apartment and zoomed out the door as he almost felt as if his world was crashing down right in front of him. Pim was the first true friend he ever had, if it weren’t for him he wouldn’t have gotten out of unemployment and while he never showed it all that much, he was deeply touched by all the thoughtful little messages Pim would leave for Charlie on a daily basis letting him know he was loved. He could have spent all that time an energy keeping up his stoic image to return the favor, then again he always had trouble communicating with meaningful words to those he cared about.

….

Sometime after his erratic breakdown, Pim blacked out. Everything prior was a blur to him, not that his memory was all that clear to begin with. His eyes were shut, but he could visualize how he felt: tied up in vines of roses and dangling upside down as the thorns pierced his skin and the blooms snickered, laughing and repeating in echoey siren calls reciting all the worst memories he had and the more he struggled while swinging to-and-fro, the thorns dug deeper and the siren calls spewing from the blooms got more colorful. Pim was in absolute agony, but as he would come to think of it, it’s always been this way. Even when he left that wretched household, he still couldn’t escape. The siren calls turned into his mother’s voice, chiding him for being so “immature” as to let all the negativity get to him, and why Amy or his brother Damien where far more grown up for repressing all their issues and not pushing them on anyone else and that Pim was just the spoiled baby of the family who had it easier than everyone else and was the last to be upset about anything. Pim felt his shattered heart pierce through his chest like broken glass and dripping all over the place. No matter how hard he tried with every trick in the book he could think of, he couldn’t stop feeling this way…his family was right, he wasn’t a normal functioning person, therefor he was a problem for everyone else. Who would want a mistake like him around anyway? If his own family saw him as lesser why would anybody give him the time of day?

….

Pim was in that weird stage between being awake and asleep, his eyes were closed while vaguely hearing all-too familiar voices whispering. For some reason he felt cold and damp, shivering on the floor…just what on earth did he get himself into this time? Once he opened his eyes he found himself wrapped up in a familiar red hoodie like a blanket, he found himself surrounded by unexpected company. Not only were two of his co-workers and a Mr. Boss where there and displaying worried looks, Pim looked up and witnessed the most emotional guest of all…he never saw Charlie this devastated before, tears flooded his eyes like a faucet as his stoic “alpha male” facade crumbled before his very eyes. Then Pim suddenly remembered everything that lead to this and once again Guilt, being the legendarily confrontational bitch it’s been long-fabled as, struck him in the heart with her shiny golden dagger. He was scared to say a word, knowing from experience he would be harshly scolded for acting out like that, but considering the people here where showing more genuine care for him, he knew they’d at least understand.

“…I’m incredibly sorry, I was being very selfish upsetting you all like that, you all deserve better and I won’t ever scare you like that again.” Pim sheepishly spat out while starting to cry…. just then all four of the guests immediately burst into tears with Charlie’s being the loudest and most pained in the room as the other four all rushed towards him in support for a rare group hug. Pim and Charlie cried themselves to sleep as the other three stayed at the formers’ place all night to comfort him. ….

That morning while Charlie and Pim where still asleep on the couch, the bigger critter still cradling the smaller, Alan whipped up a hearty breakfast variant of his iconic grilled cheese sandwiches as Mr. Boss was making cowboy coffee all while Glep was helping in-between. The two were awaken by the delicious aroma permeating the house. Everyone sat down in the living room to enjoy breakfast as more cheerful conversations recalling humorous past events lit up the room like a candle to a lamp, Pim wriggled out of Charlie’s hoodie feeling like a butterfly releasing from it’s isolating chrysalis to feast upon the meal of which was lovingly cooked up and served. “Feeling better?” asked Mr. Boss in a warm, Grandfatherly tone. It wasn’t like how his mother used to ask that same question, since it was less-so making Pim “back to normal” so that her mood wouldn’t be soured but rather out of genuine care and concern. For once Pim was aware how loved he was, and while it was normal for people to fight and have misunderstandings, unlike certain people Pim was aware he and his merry group where actually committed to listening to each other.

“I never felt better.”