#uncle boing

[mysticalarmand]

I wish this show didn't end, because I was so invested in them

[mrawkweird]

We ain't ready for the levels this shit is going to reach.

[fjordfolk]

Dog that ran on 8 legs around the show ring today, prompting a subpar critique and a thankyouverymuch

[kelseywrestling]

Bray Wyatt during the Wyatt Family’s debut (7.8.13)

Uncle Howdy during the Wyatt Sick’s in ring debut (8.5.24)

[rheasbrvtality]

this was incredible wow

[madhatterbri]

Her | Bo Dallas/ Uncle Howdy

Summary: The Wyatt Sicks makes a visit to Raw. Reader from TJD takes Liv’s place to face Nikki Cross after Liv is “injured.” During the match reader lands in front of Uncle Howdy & makes eye contact. Reader is a little spooked but Howdy seems…smitten. After her loss & a quick pat on the back by Liv, reader has a strange feeling she’s being watched.

Requested by: Anon

Bo Dallas Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @kcloveswrestling @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts @surdelcielo @hodgepodge-musings

"I just don't know what to do, Raquel. I am not medically cleared, and I have a match tonight against Nikki Cross," Liv complained loudly in the Judgment Day compound. She pouted to Raquel and batted her eyes.

The tall Latina laughed. She knew Liv wasn't going to like this match. "In your dreams, am I going against her and that weird cult family. Ask the new girl. She wants to impress you."

You walked inside the Judgment Day lockerroom. The two women smiled at you. A plan hatched inside the New Jersey blonde's head.

"Did you see my arm? Being a good girlfriend is so hard," she pouted. The veteran wrestler stuck out her arm for her to see.

"Careful, Livvy, you don't want to hurt it more," Raquel commented. She rubbed her back to ease any discomfort she may experience.

"What happened to your arm?" You asked.

"I made Dom some chicken nuggets this weekend. I took them out of the oven with one arm and twisted my wrist," Liv answered. She groaned in pain and brought her arm to her chest.

"I am so sorry. Is there anything I could do?" You asked.

"There is, but I think it would be too much to ask," Liv sighed and looked away. "I couldn't burden you with something this big."

"What is it?"

"A match. It is supposed to start now...."

"I'll do it."

You knew you should have asked her about the match or at least who your opponent would be. When the arena went dark in the stadium, your heart stopped. The fans turned on their flashlights on the cellphones to resemble fireflies. The song for the Wyatt Sicks started to play.

Fog started to disperse from the top of the entrance ramp down. Nikki Cross was the first to appear. She crawled out of the smoke. The blood in your face drained. The contents of your stomach wanted to evacuate onto the ring.

The rest of the Wyatt Sicks appeared behind her. Long, confident strides as they made their way to their corner of the ring. Your stomach churned some more as Nikki made it inside the ring. The referee signaled for the match to start. The bell rang, and all your nerves intensified.

The match was split down the middle. Nikki had an advantage over you, and then you would pull off a surprise and overpower her. Things were going back and forth until Nikki performed an Irish Whip. You managed to go over the top rope and land on the floor.

Searing pain shot up your spine as you slowly rolled to your stomach. You gritted your teeth and squeezed your shoulder blades towards the back. A pair of boots suddenly appeared in front of your vision. Not recognizing the shoes before you, you slowly looked up.

To your horror, you managed to land outside the ring on Nikki's corner. The man standing over you just so happened to be Mercy the Buzzard. He bent over to get a better look at you. His head cocked to the side. You moved to a sitting position and slid backward away from him. He stood up and laughed. It didn't take long to figure out why.

Your back hit against a pair of legs. Not taking a chance to look, you stood up immediately. You turned to see Uncle Howdy staring into your eyes. Dark brown eyes behind a grey smiling mask. Long white hair covered some of his face, but you could see his eyes clearly. You backed away as he stated at you. You were too terrified to even see the look in his eyes. The others in his group could see it, though. Uncle Howdy was smitten with you.

Nikki grabbed you and rolled you back inside the ring. Too spooked by what just transpired, she was able to perform her finisher on you with ease. You stared at the lights above the ring as the ref counted to three. Even if you wanted to, you would never kick out. The way Uncle Howdy stared at you burned in your skull.

The arena erupted when the match was over. Nikki was the winner. You slowly rolled out of the ring and towards the back. Liv and Raquel would follow not far from behind you. After a quick trip to medic to get your back checked out, you found them hanging out backstage.

"Oh my gosh! I should have warned you. I am so sorry," Liv apologized.

You smiled weakly. "It's fine really."

"How are you feeling? How is your back?"

"It's good," you answered, yet rubbed your neck. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing. Someone was watching you.

"Well, rest up," Liv smiled and patted your shoulder gently. "I may need you next week."

Liv and Raquel skipped off. You walked away in pain to gather your stuff from the locker room. The farther you walked, the less you felt like someone was watching you.

Once you were out of sight, Uncle Howdy walked out of the shadows with his family.

"Her," Uncle Howdy whispered to his members. "I want her."

[braywyattforever]

I'm not afraid of death. I'm not afraid of anything. Since day one, my inception, when I came into the world - I had my eyes on power. The WWE championship is power.

-Bray Wyatt

[rebelkelley0219]

"All I ever wanted my whole life was to be like my brother. I looked up to him and I wanted to be him. I worked my entire career, my life so I could have the opportunity next to him. We were gonna rule together and we finally made it, we were there, we had it. Then it was taken away from me. There is no one on this Earth feels what I feel from his loss..."

[und1bun16]

Willy wonka looking aaa

[livsjaded]

I’m gonna cry againnn </3

i missed them so bad!

[malakaie]

wwe smackdown | may 23, 2025

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

I would like to wish Uncle Howdy/Bo Dallas and ‘ The OTC ’ Roman Reigns a happy birthday today!

[dynamitekansai]

UNCLE HOWDY & NIKKI CROSS WWE SMACKDOWN (JULY 11, 2025)

[ender-of-the-sender]

A friend made a very interesting connection when i showed them a picture of Wilbur…

obligatory @gilderoylockhart tag

[kybermegs]

finally seeing them in action and it’s DELIVERING

[madhatterbri]

Belong | Bo Dallas/ Uncle Howdy

Summary: hii omg! i love your work about uncle howdy he’s just🙂‍↔️ WHEW ANYWAY, if you’re taking requests right now, may i ask for a request? what i had in mind was reader (female), who has experienced grief & people betraying her, and is pretty much on her own now until uncle howdy and the rest of the wyatt sicks finds and recruits her! and maybe.. if you want.. uncle howdy lowkey being in love with the reader👀 that’s what i had in mind, thank you for all the beautiful work you’ve written about him i am literally so in love with this faction<3

Requested by: Anonymous

Bo Dallas/ Uncle Howdy Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @kcloveswrestling @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts @surdelcielo @hodgepodge-musings

You drifted through the dark halls of the arena alone. Life beat you down to a shell of a person you once were. Forever alone and to drift along with the wind. Nothing would ever be as it was.

The funerals started to line up, followed by the betrayals of your closest friends. One by one, the snakes in the grass started to reveal themselves as such. Piercing your flesh with their sharp teeth and scurrying away from you. You wanted to end it all until him.

Uncle Howdy and his family often appeared out of the corner of your eye. They would hide in the shadows. Soft whispers of your name came from complete silence. They stared at you and gave you gifts whenever you were close to them. Little trinkets with notes that gave you the one thing you needed. Hope.

Now, here he was before you at the end of a long hallway. Far from the watchful gazes of other wrestlers. All you could see was him. He wore his mask and clothing.

"Life has become a burden to you," he spoke in a knowing tone.

You looked down, expecting another pep talk about life. A lecture on how no one wants to surround themselves with someone constantly grieving. People are taught to surround themselves with happy people and swallow the sadness that consumes them.

His dark brown eyes studied you. To him, you weren't broken. You were lost. A beautiful, lost human who piqued his interest. A diamond in the rough that was life. He needed to fix you.

"You shouldn't be alone."

You looked up slowly. Tired eyes stared back at him. You never wanted to be alone. Nights were spent trying to drown out the sorrows that kept you awake at night. The bags under your eyes were proof of that. Despite all your best efforts, you remained alone.

"It isn't your fault. These people don't understand us. They don't understand you, but we do."

Out of the shadows, you could see people walking towards him. A witch led the pack, followed by a buzzard, a pig, and a rabbit appeared.

You weren't afraid. For the first time in months, you felt welcomed. His arms stretched out as they surrounded him. Uncle Howdy looked at his family with pride. A single tear slid down your cheek. After months of being alone, you felt like you belonged.

Once he reached out his gloved hand, you took it. His lips brushed against the top of your hand. Your skin burned for his touch.

"Come, we have much to show you."

That night, the flames from the lantern flickered. The others were busy doing things amongst themselves. You felt his eyes on you. When you turned, they portrayed his feelings for you.

Uncle Howdy would burn the world for you, but he would never burn you.