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JEY USO

point made

icebreaker

icebreaker 2

icebreaker 3

JIMMY USO

encore

rock the boat

THE USOS

coming soon

ELIJAH 'SMOKE' MOORE

negotiations

ELIAS 'STACK' MOORE

sloppy smooches

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I knew Jey was gonna be the the mystery man in the kotr qualifier. Doesn't make it right tho.

I didn't even watch smackdown and I knew all they were gonna give Jimmy was a backstage segment.

Papa Kish was right. His boys (and Roman) kept wwe afloat during covid and yet they're being treated like trash. Fuck wwe. The boys deserve better.

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jey uso , with ariel halwani .

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At this point, they might as well run it back. Rhea is clearly going to be involved with the Judgment Day women again and both she and Jey no longer have titles. I want them to bring back the non-title feuds again. Without the titles involved, creative would have to write an actual story. At this point, I don't even care if things make sense anymore, so long as it's fun! I just want to have fun again as a wrestling fan 😭

I'm just saying if they continued Jhea (not giving up hope despite it all), we could've had Rhea fold Gunther like a pretzel at least once for hurting her man, Jey...

I'd pay to see if Gunther would crash out about it later, that'd be fun.

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summary · jey needs comfort . tags · comfort fic except there's angst / kissing / 3rd person POV ; no use of Y/N / if there's spelling errors , no there's not word count · 953 notes · i can't beat up hhh so i had 2 put my energy somewhere else . pls enjoy this drabble of jey being loved && ty 2 @babynueva 4 proofreading this 4 me MWAHHH !!

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Ribs bruised, prickling, aching, Jey stumbles to her. Gaze heavy, his voice is held captive by the ache in his torso, heartbreak bleeding through the gaps of his injured skeleton. He’s lost, struggling to fill his lungs with oxygen, breath hitching, trembling. A sheen covers his eyes as they search for her among the moving parts of the show.

Jey feels her in the form of a tender, mindful embrace. He sees her a beat later, staring at him, steady, bearing all the strength he doesn’t have. A sniffle, a look around, and he crumbles. In her arms, unable to bow into her, he hides his nose in her hair, inhales shakily. A paw splayed about his ribcage, his other arm holds her to him. She whispers his name, her hands caressing his spine as his weary being melts over her. 

“That’s it,” he rasps out, “Fifty one days… all I could do.” His voice is laced with exhaustion, physical from the match, emotional from the past half decade of storms separating him and his family, fighting through waters to rescue them, all to lose them to the currents again, and again. His lonely journeys from city to city, away from his loved ones, away from her. Even with a thousand miles keeping her from him, her voice could ease his longing, reassuring him, regathering his will, reminding him of his reasons, the worthiness of his dreams. Six hundred sixty eight days of tears cried alone, moments slipping through his fingers, memories he will never make, parties he will never attend, jokes he will never laugh at, for fifty one days of glory. Fifty one days he would barter away without a moment’s hesitation for a second chance at that forever lost happiness. “What a waste, baby. Was such a waste.” 

His jaw is taken by two soft hands, the pads of her thumbs against the hollows of his cheeks, subduing the tension etching his features in tiny circular motions. His clenched teeth separate, the diamonds coating them sparkling as his lips part. His eyes take time to reach hers, dreading what he might catch within them. Discontent, annoyance, pity. Instead, there’s care, love, pride. She watches him with an adoration he wishes to sink into, drape himself over, hide himself in. 

“Nothing you do is a waste.” She speaks from her heart, putting sound to the warmth in her orbs. He tilts his jaw further toward her palms. “You fought so hard, did the best you could. You see it. I do, too... I couldn’t be more proud.” He blinks fast, battling the sting of tears. She pushes herself to the very tips of her toes to plant a kiss to his lips. He chases her mouth for more, stopping only once the water lining his lashes subsides. Jey folds at the hip to sink his nose in the crook of his neck, breathing hard. She stands beside him, at the center of the hallway, an oasis in the desert, allowing him rest until he can shift the world back atop his shoulders. 

The hotel room is silent, the closest the pair can get to home. Jey would force the earth to spin on its axis if it meant the indulgence of his own bed, if it meant waking up next to her, surrounded by the four walls that knew him best. Nothing would feel better, nothing would heal him faster. Yet, she takes care of him as though this space was their own, bringing familiarity to the suite’s pristine, bland interior. The glass door fogs, steamy from the shower. On the other side, his lover lays out balm, soft patches to cover his bruised flesh, a set of shorts. All Jey’s made to do is stand as she applies the balm, covering the expanse of skin with gauze.

“There you go, papa, all done,” she murmurs, tying the drawstrings of his shorts into a bow. It hurt to tug them on, she had taken over at the very first noise of distress. His eyelids are droopy, deep browns pooling with fondness, gratefulness, his being consoled by the love she gives. It buzzes through his veins, and the pains haunting his body dull away. Speaking is impossible, words fail him, catch in his throat like hiccups, so he cups her chin using one large hand, guiding her eyes to his, slanting his lips over hers. He drops small pecks at first, then squeezes her jaw with a deeper kiss. She hums in his mouth, circling her arms around his torso as his unoccupied hand slides along the curve of her hip, squeezing. His affection travels off center, across her cheek, brushing her temple, the press of his lips rhythmic until it comes to a slow halt right back where he began. 

“Thank you, baby,” he finally whispers. “Y’really keepin’ me together.” 

The pair eat their midnight dinner, leave the dishes for room service, and settle on the balcony overlooking Phoenix. Jey sits in the plush, oversized chair. Her, in his lap. His need for quiet has passed, he’s rambling about vacation destinations, how he can start advancing rank in one of his video games, the restaurants he saw on his drive to the hotel earlier that day, toying lightly with her hands, his thumb twisting the gold band around her ring finger. Mellowed, placid, his senses recognize that he’s no longer fighting. There isn’t a need to tense his muscles and shield himself from an imminent blow or tune out an ear-splitting crowd. It’s him and his love. Solace and passion. Comfort and joy. Never will he have to earn it, for it belongs eternally to him.

All his, for now, forever.

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thinking abt jey being a munch 😵‍💫 (yall i swear the weed just be smoking me back. also catch the sinners reference in there if you can :p)

- getting head from jey is a big part of you guys’ routines. he’d honestly stay down there forever if you let him!

- jey would also eat you out anywhere if you let him tbh

- when y’all first moved into your dream home, of course y’all had to christen every room!

- jey always finds literally the worst times to decide to initiate anything because he truly does not care

- you’ll be working in your home office when jey just waltzes in and rolls your desk chair, with you in it, in front of him. he’d be wearing that little devious look on his face he always did whenever he wanted some pussy.

- “please, mama? i just wanna taste you,” he’d whisper to you in the movie theater. y’all, well you, were trying to watch that new marvel movie but jey had other plans.

- let’s just say that the new avengers got a show that night!

- after a long day of work, you both just need to relax. what better way to do that than getting some earth-shattering head from your husband?

- he’ll start off slow, so slow that it’s almost painful how much you have to hold yourself back from grinding your hips into his face.

- once he speeds up though, you eat all your thoughts. his tongue licking at your clit with so much determination paired with two of his fingers inside of you was a heavenly match.

- your legs would tremble around his head but he wouldn’t care.

- y’all already know he’s talking you through that shit.

- one night you’d just been so bratty and he couldn’t take much more of it. the one thing that man loved more than eating you out was putting you in your place.

- “w-why you fucking me like thiss,” you’d moan as his skilled tongue moved all over your clit. he had already made you cum twice but he was determined to teach you a lesson. you’d move your hand to his face, a weak attempt at pushing him away even though you craved more.

- “nah move that hand,” he’d say breathlessly, dominance still lingering in his tone even though he’d been lapping at you for lord knows how long, “you was talking all that shit, right mama? don’t run now.”

- you didn’t know how long jey had been down between your legs but his pace never faltered. you were so close to your release and he knew that, the way your walls squeezed his fingers told him everything he needed to know.

- “this pussy so fucking good, baby,” he’d mumble against you, not even bothering to look up. at a sudden squelching sound that came from his fingers’ face pace inside of you, he’d speak up again. “shittt, you so wet. this all for me?” he’d ask even though he knew it was.

- you’d barely even heard him, your mind too focused on how good he was eating you out. “m’fuckkk,” you’d moan out first, your brain desperately trying to form words. “s’all for you, daddy,” you’d whine once you’d gathered your thoughts.

- “you so fucking pretty, baby,” he’d gush, “can’t wait to nut all up in this.

- and that, he did.

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jey was everything you could want in a champion. he looked great with the title, multiple people were chasing him at once, and he was elevated by the whole run. he fought until the very end and still looked strong in defeat. he beat gunther clean by submission and only lost clean after holding on for dear life until the end

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He said that he was going to do it his way. He was going to carry that title and not let it change him. He said that he would help his friends, help his family, help the people who had his back (and his front), the ones who assisted him in getting him to this point. He didn't care that being champ meant he had a target on his back, he didn't care what shape that left him in.

He was not going to let the belt change him.

He was going to show up, day in and day out (working both shows), to prove that he was worthy of the WHC, to prove that he was worthy of standing in the company of so many greats that came before.

I think it's more than fair to say that he accomplished all of that and so much more.

It was an honor and a privilege for me to watch him flourish as WHC.

He fulfilled a dream that he probably couldn't have possibly realized when he first debuted with his twin over 15 years ago now.

That is a World Heavyweight Champion worth remembering.

Jey Uso is a World Heavyweight Champion worth remembering.

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Honestly I’m not surprised. These fickle ass fans wanted Jey pushed to the moon until John no knees Cena came back. Just to have this forced shitty heel run….

I don’t give a flying fuck if you think Jey can’t wrestle.

I don’t give a single shit if you think Jey’s promos suck.

I don’t give a godt damn if you think Jey only had a 5 move

Jey Uso put asses in seats.

Jey Uso had a way with the crowd.

Jey Uso showed up to work constantly.

Jey Uso is a top seller for not months but over a year.

Triple H said it his self “ It’s not about Wrestling it’s about entertainment “. So if flapping their damn arms for 15 mins is entertaining to the crowd so be it.

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FASTLANE 2023: PRESS CONFERENCE | 10.07.23 MONEY IN THE BANK 2025: POST SHOW | 06.07.25

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ALEXA BLISS & RHEA RIPLEY WWE Money in the Bank, June 7th, 2025

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GET HIM

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LUFFY vs. CROCODILE ONE PIECE fan animation in risograph, by animator & illustrator, Zack Lydon

A tribute to ONE PIECE in risograph, with 354 frames of animation printed in Mahogany, Sunflower, Mint, and Fluorescent Orange ink on 15 sheets of Mohawk Superfine paper

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Thank you for 17 years, R-Truth ❤️‍🩹

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meanwhile during the commercial break