#mitb qualifier

[itsrheasgirl]

[silver-linings3]

nah fuck this

[empressofbrutality]

Penta Raw 26/05/2025

[thatoneenbyprince]

Bro those damn gaurd dogs ruin everything

[rheasbrvtality]

STEPHANIE IS OFFICIALLY CALLED UP TO RAW OMG

[ejudd08]

it's like WWE wants me to kill myself. El Grande Americano winning is such bullshit. If he wins MITB I am going to shoot myself in the brain.

[terrortwinunicorn]

I honestly don't know who will be in the match

[little-peri-quite-contrary]

I don’t think any female wrestlers got attacked during the Wyatt Sicks massacre so personally I’m looking forward to next week’s Raw consisting of all women’s matches and one match for the dudes who managed to avoid disaster.

[shadesoftheshield]

IYO AND BECKY YEAHHHHHH

[fraxium]

off work tonight so i actually get to watch live c: im feelin fraxiom kicking each other in the face tonight girls what we thinkin

[punksyeet]

- Mumbles & Massages ❥

Plot: When Jimmy’s confidence is running low, his favorite person is right there to bring him back down to earth.

Warning: Mature language, angst, & romantic fluff! <3

A/N: currently writing this at 1:45am on may 17th after jimmy lost his mitb qualifier. i haven’t written big jim in a while and, because i’m currently in my bag over his booking, this plot felt appropriate. i’m kinda just…..writing so, if this ever sees the light of day, i hope you enjoy. 💐💗

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the sound of a lock turning interrupts the silence of my living room, causing me to look up from my book and draw my attention to the front door.

dressed in a black nike sweatsuit and white air forces, with his hair freshly braided, my man appears in the doorway.

“hi baby,” i greet him, clipping my bookmark on my last read page and closing the covers together.

he lets out a heavy sigh, closing the door, before kicking off his shoes and walking over. “wassup, ma?”

i stand up and walk into his arms, laying my head on his chest and inhaling his usual woodsy vanilla scent.

he places a deep kiss into my hair and places his chin there, rocking us back and forth.

we stay there for a little while, before i pull my torso away, keeping my arms around his waist.

“how was work?” i ask, a hopeful tone in my voice.

he looks down at me, giving me a drained smile. “a lot.”

i tilt my head to the side, returning the smile, mine more empathetic. “i saw your match. i’m sorry.”

he shrugs and leans down to place a tender kiss on my forehead. “it’s aight. gotta put lil bro over, right?”

my smile fades as he walks away and into the kitchen, out of sight.

he’s not the type to just walk away from a conversation, so i can immediately tell something’s wrong.

“jon?” i call out.

no answer.

i lock the front door and walk into the kitchen after him.

he’s stood at the counter, unscrewing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“jon?” i call out again. “baby?”

“hm?” he replies, his back still turned.

i take a deep breath. “you know you can talk to me, right?”

he nods with a heavy sigh, placing his elbows down on the counter and leaning on them.

the faint sound of crickets chirping outside our kitchen window takes over for a few seconds, before i speak up again.

“look at me, jon.”

he turns around slowly and then i see it.

his cheeks freshly stained with tears, which he wipes with his sleeve.

his eyes looking droopy and tired - well, more than usual.

the tip of his nose bright red.

“i’m fine, babe. i promise. just tired. das it.”

“you don’t have to lie to me baby,” i reply.

he stares into my eyes, nostrils flaring, doing his best to blink away a fresh set of tears.

“you’re upset,” i continue, using my sleeve to wipe away my own face this time. “and you have every right to be.”

he looks up at the ceiling, runs his hands down his face, and suddenly lashes out.

one swing and his water bottle hits the floor with a hard thud.

he punches the wall, not hard enough to dent it.

“i’m tryin’ so fuckin’ hard man,” he mutters, his voice filled with emotion. “and i’m gettin’ shit for it.”

more tears roll down his face and, this time, he lets them.

i just watch him in silence, chewing on my bottom lip softly, attempting to catch my breath from quiet sobs.

him hurting like this? it fucking kills me.

“my twin is a world champion,” he continues. “my baby brother gon’ be champ soon enough. hell, even my fuckin’ cousins got a belt on ‘em too.”

he runs his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth from the dining table to the stove over again.

“and here i go. big jim. the outcast. the other uso. the backstage guy. the one without no story. the one that cracks jokes and nothin’ else. the failu-“

“jonathan,” i scold lightly, cutting him off. “don’t you fucking dare.”

he freezes and looks up at me, his mouth partially open.

“you’re not a failure,” i continue, taking a step closer. “and you know that shit.”

he blinks.

“don’t you?” i double check, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck.

he looks down, tears now spilling from his eyes like the hudson river.

i take a deep breath, and reach down to gently grab ahold of his beard, picking up his face.

“jon?” i call out again, my eyes meeting his.

once he takes notice to the fact that i’ve been crying, his heart shatters.

i can’t physically see it, but it’s written all over his face.

his expression drops.

“i’m sorry baby,” he mutters, his voice just above a whisper. “i wanna do better. for you. but i can’t. i dont got what it takes.”

“jon,” i reply, lacing my fingers in his long curls. “baby, you do. i need you to believe that.”

he sniffles and presses his forehead to mine, his eyes fluttering closed.

“you’ve proven yourself time and time again,” i continue, now barely whispering. “for god’s sake, you held championships with josh eight times and you still managed to make it this far on your own.”

a soft smile grows on his face.

“listen, it may not seem like it now, but your time will come. you’re gonna be even more incredible than you are right now. it may not be today, it may not be tomorrow. but big jim?”

i tap on his chest when referring to his character.

“he’s gonna get his big one. i have all the faith in the world in him. and i’ll be right here, by your side, to enjoy the ride with you.”

fresh tears spill from his eyes and i pull his face away to wipe them with my thumbs.

“always,” i whisper, staring into his eyes.

he gives me a grateful smile and pulls me into a hug, pressing deep kisses to my temple and taking deep breaths into my hair.

“i love you baby,” he whispers. “so fucking much.”

i hug him back just as tight, pressing kisses to his clothed shoulder. “i love you too, jon. more than you know.”

we kinda just stand there for a while, wrapped in each other. just me loving and being there for him.

which i know he needs.

he holds me tight like he never wants to let go.

and frankly? i don’t want him to either.

“now,” i finally speak, pulling away and cupping his face. “how about a hot bath and a massage, hm?”

he nods, giving me a tired but grateful smile. “sounds perfect, bae.”

i smile and stand on my tippy toes, pressing my lips to his.

he kisses back with just as much love, pulling me closer by my waist.

a couple seconds in, he lifts me up bridal style.

i burst into a fit of giggles as throws me over his shoulder and takes us upstairs.

and in true jonathan fatu fashion……well, you can only imagine what happened once we got in that tub.

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[itsrheasgirl]

Her FIRST Money in the Bank!

We’re so proud of you, baby!

[empressofbrutality]

penta, dragon lee and chad in the qualifying match tonight i swear to god if i wake up tomorrow and end up seeing that chad qualified i will be livid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[wrestlingwreck]

New Crack Theory

So, we all saw Liv come back, and Raquel and Roxanne accidentally distract Liv, resulting in Liv snapping at Raquel, and it's got me thinking.

First, Liv wins her qualifier for Money in the Bank, meaning that she, Roxanne, and Rhea are all in the match.

Sometime between her qualifier and MitB, Raquel and Roxanne have to defend the tag titles together because Liv has to focus on MitB. They succeed, thanks to Judgment Day interference (either Dom or Finn, maybe Carlito).

Then comes Money in the Bank.

During the ladder match, Liv, naturally, assumes that Raquel and Dominik will help her win, but (GASP) they actually choose to help Roxanne (bear with me on this).

Either Roxanne or Rhea win MitB (I love Rhea, but my preference is Roxanne, though I feel like WWE can't resist the merch sales of Mami in the Bank briefcases), and Liv is ejected from Judgment Day, a la Rhea and Damian post-Summerslam.

Who would ever help Liv, after everything she did to the other women on the roster?

The only other woman who knows her pain: Rhea Ripley.

They become a tag team, winning the belts from Roxanne and Raquel.

Boom, Liv4Brutality reunion (I'm delusional).

I know this won't happen, but oh boy it would be interesting if it did.

[kittyykattxoxo]

HAPPY MONDAY NIGHT MAMI! RHEA VS ZOEY STARK vs KAIRI SANE TONIGHT FOR THE MITB QUALIFIER I KNOW THATS RIGHT! RHEA GRAPS BACK 2 BACK!

[miss-kuki-nz]

Jimmy wasn't in the MITB ladder match

Jimmy isn't in the qualifying match for the kotr tournament (atp)

And now Jey just lost his title

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? 😭😭😭😭😭