#rhea and jimmy

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 17: i hate this part by the pussycat dolls…

The bus came to a slow halt as it reached its final destination: Portland, Oregon. The familiar hum of the engine ceased, and one by one, the passengers began gathering their things. Jey and Joseph were the first to step off, their duffel bags slung over their shoulders. Rhea, seated by her window, watched Jey through the glass. She couldn’t help but feel the familiar pang of unease twist in her chest as she saw him. Her mind raced with all the unresolved feelings and tension between them. She lowered her head, willing herself not to get lost in the storm.

Not long after, they made their way to a different hotel, The Royal Sonesta. Rhea felt the divide grow as she grabbed her bag and followed Roman off the bus. The group moved together, each person a piece of a fractured puzzle. As they entered the lobby, Roman knocked on her door to ensure she was with them. Liv, ever perceptive, nudged Rhea gently and asked, “You good?”

Rhea nodded, her face betraying none of the inner turmoil swirling within her. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, her tone steady but detached.

As they approached the concierge desk, Rhea glanced at Jimmy. He stood tall, his focus entirely on the clerk, but he refused to meet her gaze. His silence stung more than she cared to admit. She watched as Jimmy handed over his ID and credit card to the concierge, earning a confused glance from Roman. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t a part of the original plan.

Rhea tilted her head slightly, watching curiously as the concierge processed something. After a brief moment, an ID card was handed back to Jimmy, along with a room key. Without a word, Jimmy turned and walked away, his steps purposeful and distant. Rhea’s chest tightened, but she forced herself to maintain composure.

Roman returned, his expression a mixture of amusement and frustration. “Well, I’ve got us a suite for the rest of us,” he announced, shaking his head slightly.

Damian grinned. “A suite? That’s badass,” he said, slapping Dominik on the shoulder.

Dominik nodded in agreement. “Hell yeah, it’s gonna be great.”

Liv chimed in, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “This is going to be so much fun. We deserve to relax after the last few weeks!”

Rhea forced a smile, the expression feeling foreign and heavy on her face. “Yeah,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the excitement of the others. “It sounds great.”

But inside, Rhea couldn’t shake the weight of everything. The lingering presence of Jey, the growing distance with Jimmy, and the web of unresolved emotions seemed to follow her everywhere she went. As the group made their way to the elevator, Rhea found herself walking slightly behind them, her steps slower, her mind elsewhere.

Whatever lay ahead in Portland, Rhea couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be able to hold everything together—or if it would all finally come crashing down.

Once everyone arrived at the suite, the group immediately scattered, their excitement engulfing the room. The open layout revealed a spacious living room, a fully stocked kitchen, and an impressive view of Portland’s skyline. Rhea silently scoped out the space and opted for the pull-out sofa, dropping her bag beside it. She wasn’t in the mood to argue over sleeping arrangements.

As the others began raiding the liquor cabinet, Damian popped open a bottle of tequila while Liv and Dominik debated which mixers to use. Roman lounged in one of the chairs, already nursing a glass of whiskey, his eyes scanning the room like the leader he always was. The energy was light, a contrast to the storm swirling inside Rhea’s mind.

She pulled out her phone, unable to ignore the weight in her chest, and sent a quick text to Jimmy:

Where’d you go?

Her phone buzzed almost immediately with his reply:

What’s it to you?

The response stung more than she expected. She frowned, her thumbs hesitating over the keyboard before she sent another message.

What’s wrong? What did I do?

The reply came back fast, sharp, and cold:

You don’t get a reason. Fuck off.

Rhea stared at the screen, her jaw tightening as her emotions churned between hurt and anger. She shoved her phone into her pocket and leaned back against the sofa, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Hey, you okay? Want a drink?” Liv’s voice broke through her thoughts. Liv stood by the liquor cabinet, holding up two glasses.

“I’m fine,” Rhea lied, forcing a weak smile.

Liv gave her a skeptical look but didn’t push further. “Well, if you want a drink, let me know,” she said before turning back to join Damian and Dominik. Rhea closed her eyes briefly and Jimmy’s face flashed in her brain.

Rhea opened her eyes and glanced at the others, their laughter and lighthearted banter filling the space. But no matter how much she tried to focus on the present, Jimmy’s words echoed in her mind, heavy and cutting.

She folded her arms across her chest, staring at the window as the city lights sparkled in the distance. For the first time in a long time, Rhea felt completely and utterly out of place.

Liv sat down beside her, offering a small, reassuring smile, Rhea tried to snap out of it.

“You sure you don’t want a drink?” Liv asked again, tilting her head toward the liquor cabinet.

Rhea hesitated for a moment before exhaling sharply. “Fuck it,” she said with a shrug. “I’ll take one.”

Liv grinned and waved Dominik over. “Dom, hook our girl up!”

Dominik sauntered over, holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and a glass with ice in the other. “All right, Mami,” he teased, flashing his signature cocky grin. “What’s your poison tonight?”

“Tequila’s fine,” Rhea said, sitting up straighter.

Dominik poured a generous amount into the glass and handed it to her. Before he could walk away, Rhea raised an eyebrow. “Actually… just fill it up. All the way.”

Dominik’s hand froze midair as he processed her request, glancing at Liv for confirmation. Liv shrugged, biting back a smile.

“You sure about that?” Dominik asked, trying to sound casual.

Rhea nodded, her expression steady. “I’m not in the mood for babysitting my drink tonight.”

Dominik obliged, pouring until the glass was nearly full. “Your funeral,” he said with a playful smirk, handing her the drink.

Rhea took the glass, her fingers tightening around it. “Thanks,” she said curtly before taking a long, burning sip.

Liv watched her closely, her smile fading slightly. “You wanna talk about it?” she asked softly, leaning in closer so the others wouldn’t hear.

“Nope,” Rhea said, her tone firm, though her voice cracked just slightly. She tilted her head back and took another sip, the burn of the alcohol distracting her from the ache in her chest.

Liv gave her a knowing look but decided not to push. Instead, she leaned back on the sofa and raised her own glass. “Well, here’s to getting through whatever the hell this week throws at us.”

Rhea raised her glass in response, forcing a small, bitter smile. “Cheers to that,” she muttered before taking another sip.

Dominik rejoined Damian and Roman at the other side of the room, but his gaze kept flicking back to Rhea. She could feel their curiosity, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the warmth spreading through her chest from the tequila.

She didn’t want to think about Jimmy. Or Jey. Or anything that reminded her of the chaos she was drowning in. For now, she just wanted to drink and forget, even if only for a little while.

As the night wore on, Rhea’s drunken confidence grew. The warmth of the alcohol dulled her pain and fueled a reckless determination. Her laughter had grown louder, her words more slurred, and her boldness completely uninhibited.

At one point, she turned to Roman, who was sitting in a corner sipping whiskey and scrolling through his phone. “Joeeee,” she said, her voice drawing out his name like a challenge.

Roman looked up, arching a brow. “What, Rhea?”

“Where’s Jimmy’s room?” she asked, her words slightly slurred but her intent clear.

Roman sighed, his brow furrowing. “Why?”

Rhea waved her hand dismissively, stumbling slightly but steadying herself on the arm of the sofa. “I forgot he has my Apple Watch. I need it.”

Roman stared at her, unconvinced. “That’s it?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms up. “Now tell me.”

After a beat, Roman sighed heavily, clearly uninterested in stopping her. “Room 421,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Rhea grinned and grabbed her keycard from the table. “Thanks, big dawgggggg.”

Roman rolled his eyes, watching as she adjusted the Apple Watch already on her wrist. It didn’t take a genius to know she was full of it, but it wasn’t his business. He took another sip of whiskey and leaned back.

Rhea, meanwhile, focused all her energy on walking. She muttered under her breath, “Left foot, right foot, left foot…” as she made her way toward the elevator. She swayed slightly but managed to press the button for the fourth floor.

Inside the elevator, she hiccupped, clutching the railing to steady herself. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her, flushed cheeks and glassy eyes a testament to her current state.

When the doors opened, she stumbled out, her vision slightly blurred but clear enough to make out the numbers on the doors. She squinted, her finger trailing along the walls as she mumbled, “419… 420… ah, 421!”

She banged on the door, her knuckles hitting the wood with far more force than necessary. “Jimmy!” she yelled, her voice echoing down the hallway. “Open the damn door!”

When there was no immediate response, she banged again, harder this time. “I know you’re in there! Open up!”

Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of liquid courage and unresolved emotions fueling her boldness. She leaned her forehead against the door, breathing heavily as she waited, determined not to leave until she got an answer.

Jimmy opened the door with a frustrated sigh, his face a mixture of annoyance and confusion. He stood there in a black muscle t-shirt and gym shorts, looking every bit like someone who’d been trying to wind down for the night. “What the fuck, Rhea?” he muttered, glancing up and down the hallway before focusing on her swaying figure.

Rhea didn’t waste a second. She jabbed her finger into his chest with surprising force. “I deserve a reason!” she slurred, her words tumbling out unevenly but laced with raw emotion.

Jimmy took a step back, bewildered. “Oh my God, are you drunk?” he asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and irritation.

Rhea didn’t even flinch. “Listen here,” she said, her voice growing louder as she gestured between the two of them, “me and Jey didn’t do any of the stuff me and you did a few days ago!” Her words came out messy, but the intention behind them was painfully clear.

Jimmy pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly as if trying to rein in his patience. “Rhea, I really don’t want to speak about this right now—”

“Nah!” she interrupted, cutting him off by pressing her fingers against his lips. “You let me talk!”

Jimmy froze, his eyes widening in shock at her boldness. Rhea, unsteady but unrelenting, leaned closer, her breath warm and tinged with tequila as she stared up at him with glassy but determined eyes.

“I gave you everything, Jimmy. Everything!” Her voice cracked, and she pulled her hand away, gesturing wildly as she stumbled slightly. “And now you’re… you’re mad at me? For what? For loving you? For being there when I thought no one else cared?”

Jimmy swallowed hard, guilt flickering across his face for the briefest moment before he masked it with a scowl. “Rhea, this isn’t the time,” he muttered, stepping back to create distance between them.

But Rhea wasn’t having it. She followed him into the room, her frustration bubbling over as she jabbed a finger in his direction again. “No, you don’t get to shut me out like this! Not after everything we’ve been through!”

Jimmy ran a hand through his hair, closing the door behind her to avoid any unwanted audience. “Rhea, you’re drunk. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

Rhea laughed bitterly, the sound hollow and sharp. “Tomorrow? There might not be a tomorrow, Jimmy! Do you even care? Or are you just trying to push me away so it’s easier for you to walk back to her?”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Jimmy clenched his jaw, his fists balling at his sides as he struggled to find the right words. But Rhea, despite her intoxicated state, didn’t back down, her teary eyes locked on his with a mixture of anger and heartbreak.

“Say something,” she whispered, her voice trembling as the weight of her vulnerability began to seep through the cracks.

“Say something!” Rhea repeated, her voice cracking as she slurred the words again, her frustration evident despite her inebriated state.

Jimmy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Come on, Rhea,” he said, softening his tone as he reached for her arm. “Just lay down on the bed, alright? You need to sleep this off.”

But before he could steady her, Rhea lost her footing. Her knees buckled, and she stumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on the plush carpet.

“Rhea!” Jimmy exclaimed, immediately crouching down beside her, his hand instinctively reaching for her arm. “Are you okay?”

Rhea blinked up at him, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and the fall. She let out a small giggle, waving a dismissive hand. “It’s very nice down here,” she mumbled, her voice slurring even more. “You can tell they shampoo the carpets.”

Despite himself, Jimmy couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he knelt beside her. “What are you even talking about, Rhea?” he asked, his irritation melting into something closer to amusement.

Rhea hiccupped, her expression oddly serious as she patted the carpet beneath her. “Do you think they replace the carpets every three months or so? Like… with all the people that come through here, it’s gotta get gross, right?”

Jimmy covered his face with one hand, a reluctant grin spreading across his lips. “Rhea, you’re something else,” he muttered, looking at her sprawled out on the floor, clearly in her own world.

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes glassy but oddly curious. “You didn’t answer the question,” she said, her tone almost accusatory.

Jimmy chuckled again, shaking his head. “I have no idea, Rhea. I’ll ask the front desk for you tomorrow if it makes you feel better.”

Rhea nodded solemnly, as if he’d just promised to solve a great mystery. “Good,” she mumbled, her eyelids growing heavy.

Jimmy watched her for a moment, his amusement fading as he took in the vulnerable way she lay there, her guard completely down. With a sigh, he stood and extended a hand to her. “Come on, let’s get you off the floor.”

Rhea groaned but allowed him to pull her up. She swayed slightly, and Jimmy steadied her, his hands firm but gentle on her arms. “You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?” he teased, trying to keep the mood light.

Rhea’s lips quirked into a lazy smile. “Damn right I am,” she mumbled before leaning heavily against him.

Jimmy shook his head again, guiding her toward the bed. “Alright, lightweight, let’s get you settled.”

Jimmy gently helped Rhea into bed, taking special care to remove her shoes and jeans, making sure she was comfortable. After a moment’s thought, he pulled out some gym shorts from his bag and gently dressed her in them. Once she was settled, he climbed into bed beside her, the weight of the situation hitting him a little harder than he expected. He hesitated for a second as she curled toward him, her body instinctively seeking warmth, and he reminded himself that she was still under the effects of alcohol.

Rhea murmured something in her sleep, her words slurring. Jimmy leaned closer to her, his curiosity getting the better of him. “What?” he whispered softly, not wanting to disturb her too much.

“I should have chosen you,” Rhea said, her voice barely audible, almost lost in the space between them.

Jimmy’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he stared at her, the weight of her words hanging in the air. It was too much to process in the haze of the night, but his emotions flickered—confusion, frustration, something else that felt almost like hope.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before leaning in close, brushing his lips against her forehead. “Go to sleep,” he whispered softly, his voice steady, but his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t quite shake.

Rhea shifted closer, her body pressing gently against him as she drifted off again, the air thick with unspoken tension. Jimmy lay there in the dark, her warmth beside him both comforting and complicated. But for now, he knew he had to let her rest.

—

Rhea stirred awake in the dimly lit hotel room, the faint morning light struggling to seep through the heavy curtains. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner. She felt the comforting warmth of an arm draped over her, and as she turned her head, she saw Jimmy beside her. A small smile crept onto her lips as she shifted closer, wrapping her arms around him, seeking the familiarity and safety of his presence.

Jimmy’s breathing changed, signaling he was waking up. He opened his eyes groggily, blinking a few times before his gaze landed on Rhea. For a brief moment, the sight of her in his arms eased him, but then reality hit. The memory of everything—her with Jey, his own guilt, the tangled web of emotions—crept back in, and his chest tightened. Forcing a smile, he looked at her and said, “I think you should go back to your room.”

Rhea’s face fell, confusion flashing in her eyes. “Why?” she asked softly. “I thought we could—”

Jimmy interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. “Rhea… I’m a gentleman. I wasn’t going to kick you out while you were drunk. But I’m still upset—about you and Jey.”

Her stomach dropped, guilt and frustration battling within her. “But, Jimmy, please,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “We just slept… we didn’t do anything.”

Jimmy let out a sharp breath, sitting up slightly and running a hand over his face. “Rhea, I don’t have the strength for this right now. I’ll see you tonight at the event.”

“No!” she exclaimed, sitting up fully. “I want to talk about this!”

Jimmy turned to her, his jaw tightening as he processed her plea. Finally, he snapped, his voice laced with both anger and vulnerability. “Fine! You want to talk? Let’s talk!” He took a deep breath, his emotions spilling over. “Rhea, I get what I did to you was messed up! I knew Jey cheated, and I kept it to myself. And then I went and messed with your head while you were still with him. I get it—I’m an asshole!”

Rhea’s eyes widened, her heart pounding at the rawness of his words. She opened her mouth to respond, but he wasn’t done.

“But damn, Rhea,” he continued, his voice cracking slightly, “after you left him… I figured—” He stopped himself, looking away as he tried to collect his thoughts.

“You figured what?” Rhea urged, her voice softer now, desperate to understand. “Speak, Jimmy.”

He finally looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and hope. “I figured you’d see that I really, genuinely wanted you all along,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, heavy with sincerity. “That it wasn’t just about Jey or the chaos… I thought you’d realize how much I care about you.”

Rhea stared at him, her emotions swirling in a storm she couldn’t quite grasp. She wasn’t sure what to say, but the weight of his confession settled between them, impossible to ignore.

Jimmy’s chest heaved as he looked at her, his emotions laid bare, his words carrying the weight of everything he’d been holding back. “Rhea,” he said, his voice firm but trembling with sincerity, “I really do give a shit about you. I would never, ever dream about fucking cheating on you.”

Rhea’s breath hitched, her eyes wide as she listened, tears brimming and threatening to spill.

Jimmy leaned forward slightly, his hands running over his face before he continued, his tone growing more intense. “Why the hell would I go out and get a fucking burger when I got a filet mignon at home?” His eyes met hers, raw and unguarded. “You’re everything, Rhea. And if I had you—really had you—I wouldn’t need anything else.”

A tear slipped down Rhea’s cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, her hands trembling. Her lips parted to speak, but Jimmy wasn’t finished. He needed her to hear him—really hear him.

“Rhea…” he said again, softer now, his voice filled with a vulnerability that made her heart ache. “I’m not asking for just you… I want your heart and your soul. I want all of you, because when I give a fuck about someone…” He paused, leaning closer, his voice breaking slightly as he emphasized each word. “I give a fuck about someone.”

Her tears were falling freely now, and she didn’t bother to stop them. Jimmy’s eyes searched hers, his expression open and unguarded, waiting for her to say something, anything. The air between them felt heavy with unspoken truths, but all Rhea could do was stare at him, her chest tight with the weight of his words.

Finally, she whispered, her voice shaky, “I… I didn’t know you felt this way.”

Jimmy scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “I’ve been screaming it in every way I know how, Rhea. Maybe not with words, but with actions. And if I haven’t been clear enough before, I’m saying it now. I want you—only you. But if you can’t give me that… if you can’t see me the way I see you… then maybe I need to stop trying.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut, and the silence that followed felt deafening. Rhea didn’t know how to respond, her mind spinning as she tried to process everything he had just said.

Rhea hesitated, her voice trembling as she began, “But… Jey, he’s—”

Jimmy’s eyes widened sharply, his expression shifting from heartbreak to something colder. “Don’t,” he cut her off, his voice low and firm. “Don’t even finish that sentence.”

She froze, her words dying on her tongue as Jimmy’s gaze bore into her, unrelenting. His jaw clenched, and after a moment of tense silence, he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “That.. just told me everything I needed to know,” he said, his voice laced with disappointment and frustration.

Rhea’s stomach sank, guilt washing over her in waves. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come.

Jimmy pointed toward the door, his expression hardened. “Now… please, get the fuck out of my room.”

His tone was final, leaving no room for argument. Rhea blinked, tears stinging her eyes as she grabbed her phone and keycard from the nightstand. Her movements were slow, almost hesitant, as if she hoped he might stop her, but Jimmy didn’t say another word.

As she turned and walked toward the door, the weight of his silence pressed down on her. She opened the door and stepped into the hallway, the sound of it clicking shut behind her echoing like a final goodbye.

Rhea stood there for a moment, staring at the floor as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath, wiping at her face before forcing herself to move, her legs carrying her back to the elevator. She pressed the button and waited, her mind racing with everything Jimmy had said, everything she had done—or failed to do.

When the elevator doors opened, she stepped inside, her reflection in the mirrored walls showing the tear-streaked mess she had become. She leaned against the railing, her grip tightening on her phone as she whispered to herself, “What have I done?”

The elevator descended, the soft hum of its movement doing little to drown out the chaos in her mind. By the time she reached her floor, Rhea felt drained, her heart heavy with regret. She made her way back to the suite, slipping inside quietly, hoping no one would notice her red eyes and disheveled state.

As she sank onto the pullout sofa, the events of the night replayed in her head, Jimmy’s words echoing louder than anything else. She lay back, staring at the ceiling, her chest tightening as she realized just how much she had hurt him—and how much she might have lost.

—

The tension in the air was thick as Jey stormed through the backstage area of the arena, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He had been trying to call Rhea all afternoon, each unanswered ring twisting his frustration into something deeper. After everything that had happened between them, after the night they shared, he thought they had turned a corner—or at least taken a step in the right direction.

Lost in thought, Jey’s focus remained glued to his phone as he attempted to call her again. Just as the line went straight to voicemail, he collided with someone. He looked up, already annoyed, only to find himself face-to-face with Tiffany.

“Tiffany? What the hell?” Jey groaned, rubbing his temple.

“Why haven’t you been calling me?” Tiffany asked, her voice breaking as she stared at him with wide eyes.

Jey exhaled sharply, his patience thinning. “Man, fuck outta here with that shit, Tiffany.”

“But I thought—” she started, tears threatening to spill.

Jey cut her off, his tone firm and unwavering. “Tiffany! Get this shit through your head! I’m done. We done. Ain’t nothin’ between us no more, aight? Move on.”

Tiffany stood frozen, her lip trembling as Jey brushed past her without another word. He didn’t have time for this—not today. He continued down the hall, his eyes scanning the sea of crew members and talent bustling around. Where the hell was Rhea?

His mind raced as he turned the corner, only to bump into someone else. This time, it wasn’t an annoyance—it was a shock.

Standing there, exuding his usual confidence, was Jimmy. But it wasn’t just his presence that caught Jey off guard. It was what he was wearing.

Jimmy sported one of his and Rhea’s iconic merch shirts—the one that immortalized their first kiss, their chemistry undeniable even in print. The shirt had been cut into a muscle tee, showing off his shoulders and arms. He paired it with sleek black wrestling joggers detailed with subtle purple scratches, a clear nod to Rhea’s signature style. His feet were planted firmly in a pair of black Air Force 1s, completing the look with a mix of attitude and precision.

Jimmy’s expression was unreadable, but the deliberate choice of his outfit spoke volumes. Every detail seemed to scream a message, one Jey couldn’t ignore.

Jey clenched his jaw, his mind racing. “What the fuck is this?” he asked, gesturing toward Jimmy’s shirt. His voice was sharp, cutting through the buzz of the backstage chaos.

Jimmy smirked faintly, his gaze meeting Jey’s without hesitation. “This?” he said, pulling at the hem of the shirt casually. “It’s what I’m reppin’. You got a problem with it?”

Jey took a step closer, the tension between them growing thick. “You tryna send a message? Huh? ‘Cause if you are, say it to my face.”

Jimmy didn’t back down, his smirk fading as his expression hardened. “Ain’t no message, Uce. Just facts. Maybe you should stop worryin’ ‘bout what I’m doin’ and start fixin’ the mess you made.”

The words hit like a slap, and for a moment, the brothers stood there in silence, the weight of their complicated history hanging heavy in the air. Jey’s fists clenched at his sides, but before he could respond, Jimmy brushed past him, his confidence unshaken.

“See you out there,” Jimmy called over his shoulder, leaving Jey standing alone, his mind reeling.

Jey shook his head, trying to push past the frustration building in his chest, and kept walking. His eyes darted around, scanning each door he passed, until one caught his attention. The nameplate read “R.R” with a small black heart drawn next to it. His breath hitched. Without hesitation, he turned the handle and stepped inside.

Roman was seated on a bench, casually lacing up his wrestling boots. He looked up when the door opened, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly at the intrusion.

“Sorry, Joe,” Jey said quickly, holding up a hand. “I thought Rhea would be here.”

Roman leaned back slightly, his movements calm and deliberate. “She is,” he replied, tilting his head toward the other side of the room.

Jey turned just as Rhea stepped out of the restroom, her makeup freshly done and flawless. Her dark lipstick accentuated the sharp line of her jaw, her eyes lined with precision. She looked every bit the powerhouse she was known to be, yet her expression was stone cold as her eyes met Jey’s.

“I don’t have time for this, Jey,” Rhea said flatly, crossing her arms. Her tone carried exhaustion, as if she’d already anticipated whatever he was about to say.

“Please, I need to talk to you,” Jey said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. He took a step closer, but she didn’t budge, her body language making it clear she wasn’t interested in engaging.

Roman cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “Y’all need privacy for this?” he asked, though his tone made it clear he wasn’t really asking. His eyes flicked between the two, lingering on Rhea for a moment.

Rhea gave a slight nod. “Yeah,” she said simply.

Roman stood, grabbing his water bottle and towel. “Aight, I’ll be in catering. But don’t take too long,” he said, his gaze shifting to Jey as he passed him on the way out. There was a warning in his eyes, a silent reminder to tread carefully.

Once the door closed behind Roman, the silence in the room was suffocating. Rhea exhaled sharply and leaned against the counter, her arms still crossed.

“Well?” she said, raising a brow. “What is it now, Jey?”

Jey took another step forward, his hands out in front of him as if trying to physically bridge the distance between them. “Look, Rhea, I know I messed up, alright? But after last night, I thought…” He trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

“You thought what?” Rhea asked, her tone edged with frustration. “That we’d just magically fix everything? That one night would erase all the shit we’ve been through?”

Jey ran a hand down his face, his frustration boiling over. “I ain’t sayin’ that! But damn, Rhea, you keep runnin’ from me every time I try to fix this!”

Rhea shook her head, her jaw tightening. “Maybe because I’m tired, Jey. I’m tired of this back-and-forth, tired of feeling like I’m caught in the middle of something I didn’t even ask for.”

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Jey asked, his brows furrowing.

“You and Jimmy!” Rhea snapped, her voice rising slightly. “Do you even hear yourselves? Do you even see what this is doing to me? To us?”

Jey stared at her, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say, the weight of her words sinking in. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter but no less intense.

“I see it, Rhea,” he admitted. “And that’s why I’m here. ‘Cause I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t care about the past, I don’t care about none of that. All I care about is you. So please, just… tell me what to do. Tell me how to make this right.”

Rhea’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but she quickly blinked it away. She turned her head, staring at the floor as if searching for an answer.

Jey stepped closer to her, desperation written all over his face. He reached out, gently pulling her hand into his, his voice trembling as he spoke. “Rhea… I love you.”

Rhea didn’t hesitate. She pulled her hand away from his grasp, her expression hardening. “Nah, Jey,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the tense air. “I told you my deepest, darkest secrets, bro. I let you in on the shit that makes me happy, that makes me me, and this is what you do to me? Behind my back?! For our whole relationship?!”

Jey opened his mouth to respond, but the words got caught in his throat. He could see the hurt in her eyes, the weight of everything she’d bottled up finally spilling out.

“I really do love you,” he said again, his voice barely above a murmur, as if repeating it could somehow make her believe it.

Rhea let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Nah, bro! You can’t just sit there, cheat on me, and call it love!” Her voice rose, her frustration spilling over as her hands gestured wildly. “You really can’t! And not just that—you did this with a bitch that works with us of all people! You know how humiliating that is for me?”

Jey flinched at her words, guilt washing over him. “Rhea, I—”

“I’m not done,” she interrupted sharply, stepping closer to him, her anger radiating off her. “You knew what I’ve been through. You knew how hard it was for me to trust anyone again, and you threw that shit away like it was nothing.”

Jey ran a hand through his hair, his frustration bubbling over as he struggled to defend himself. “I know I messed up, okay? I know! But I’m standing here, trying to fix it! Doesn’t that count for something?”

Rhea scoffed, crossing her arms as she took a step back from him. “Fix it? You think you can just say a few words and everything’s fine? That’s not how this works, Jey. You don’t get to break me and then act like you can put the pieces back together whenever it’s convenient for you.”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, but he couldn’t argue with her. She was right, and he knew it.

“Rhea,” he said softly, his voice cracking, “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I swear to God, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to earn it if you’ll let me.”

Rhea stared at him for a long moment, her eyes narrowing as she tried to decipher whether his words held any weight. Finally, she shook her head, her lips pressing into a tight line.

“I don’t know if I can ever trust you again, Jey,” she said, her voice quieter now, but no less firm. “And without trust… what do we even have?”

Jey’s heart sank, the weight of her words settling heavily on his chest. He wanted to fight for her, to convince her that they could move past this, but deep down, he knew she wasn’t ready to hear it.

Rhea paused just before opening the door, her hand resting on the handle. She turned her head slightly, looking back at Jey with an icy stare. Her words cut through the silence like a blade.

"Yeah, I never fucked Jimmy while we were together," she said, her voice steady but venomous. "But he ate me out on our patio table and he made me cum.”

Jey froze, her words hitting him like a freight train.

His stomach dropped, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. His mind raced, trying to process what she'd just said, but it was like the floor had been ripped out from under him.

Rhea didn't wait for a reaction. She opened the door and walked out, leaving Jey standing in the dressing room, stunned and speechless. The air felt heavier, suffocating him as her words echoed in his mind.

For the very first time in his life, Jey felt what Rhea had felt. The sting of betrayal, the sharp, gut-wrenching pain that twisted in his chest. It wasn't just the act itself that hurt—it was the realization that someone he cared about, someone he thought he had power over, had blindsided him.

His knees buckled slightly, and he stumbled back, sitting on the edge of the couch. His jaw clenched as anger, hurt, and confusion fought for dominance.

"She really..." he whispered to himself, his voice hoarse and cracking, unable to finish the sentence. His hands gripped the sides of his head as he tried to steady his breathing, but it was useless. The betrayal burned inside him like a wildfire.

It wasn't just about what she'd done-it was that she had kept it from him until now. And the way she delivered it, so coldly, so purposefully, as if she wanted to hurt him the way he had hurt her.

Jey stared blankly at the floor, his heart pounding in his chest. For the first time, he fully understood what Rhea had been feeling all along-the weight of betrayal, the humiliation, the rage.

And it destroyed him.

—

Corey Graves: “What a wild night we’re witnessing here on Friday Night Smackdown in Portland, Oregon! Jimmy and Rhea are on the verge of retaining their titles, but this match is about to take a turn no one expected!”

Wade Barrett: “You’re right, Corey. We’ve seen some spectacular teamwork between Jimmy and Rhea tonight and I couldn’t be more happy that we get to see the inaugural champions defend their gold!”

As the match reached its peak, the camera zoomed in on Jimmy and Rhea standing together, poised for their finishing move. Bianca was lying unconscious in the corner, the result of a brutal maneuver moments before. The crowd roared as Jimmy and Rhea prepared to hit their Uso’s 1D on Montez, looking to secure the victory.

Corey Graves: “This is it! The Uso’s 1D, and it’s all over for Bianca and Montez! Jimmy and Rhea are about to retain their Mixed Gender Tag Team Titles!”

The move was executed flawlessly—Jimmy and Rhea hit Montez with precision, the crowd erupting in cheers as they both went for the pin. Rhea hooked the leg, while Jimmy watched the referee’s count.

Wade Barrett: “This is it! One, two—wait a minute—what the hell?!”

Before the referee could hit three, Jimmy suddenly felt a sharp sting across his back—a steel chair crashing down with brutal force. The crowd gasped in shock.

Corey Graves: “What the hell was that?! Who just hit Jimmy with that chair?!”

Rhea’s eyes snapped up in disbelief. She could already see the culprit standing in the ring—none other than Jey. He stood there, breathing heavily, with the chair in hand. Rhea knew this wasn’t supposed to happen. The match was hers and Jimmy’s to win, but now everything was spiraling out of control.

Wade Barrett: “Jey Uso just ruined this match! The referee has no choice but to rule a disqualification, and Jimmy and Rhea have to retain their belts, but they lose the match!”

The referee immediately called for the bell, signaling the disqualification. The match had ended, but Jimmy and Rhea were forced to retain their titles through a controversial finish. Rhea was in a state of shock, unsure of what to do next, but the chaos wasn��t over.

Corey Graves: “This is a mess!”

Jey threw the chair to the side, his anger oozing out. He stormed toward Rhea, grabbing her by the hair roughly, his voice trembling with fury.

Jey (yelling at Rhea): “You let him do that shit to you, huh?!”

The crowd fell silent. Rhea was caught off guard by Jey’s sudden outburst, his violence and the intensity of his words. This wasn’t just a confrontation—it felt like the culmination of everything that had been building between them.

Wade Barrett: “I… I don’t even know what to say right now, Corey. This has escalated beyond a rivalry—this is something deeply personal. The tension between these two brothers has exploded in front of us.”

Rhea tried to break free from Jey’s grasp, her face a mix of disbelief and anger. She was hurt by his actions, but she also knew this wasn’t supposed to be happening. She was supposed to be celebrating with Jimmy, not dealing with this raw emotion.

Rhea (shouting): “Get the hell off of me?!”

Jey’s grip tightened, his anger only growing stronger. But before things could escalate further, Jimmy, recovering from the chair shot, picked up another chair and swung it at Jey with force. The impact sent Jey stumbling back, but he quickly regained his footing, fury in his eyes.

Jey: “Fight me like a real man!”

The tension exploded into a full-on brawl as the brothers squared off. Real punches were thrown, each blow landing with brutal force. Jimmy and Jey fought with everything they had, and the atmosphere in the arena was electric with the intensity of their fight.

Corey Graves: “This is insane! The Usos are tearing each other apart! What the hell is happening here?!”

Wade Barrett: “I’ve never seen anything like this, Corey. These two have been at odds before, but this is pure chaos. It’s no longer about the titles or the match—this is personal!”

The two men clashed, fists flying, and it became clear that there was no love lost between them. They were brothers, but at that moment, it seemed like nothing but hatred fueled their fight. The security team rushed down to the ring, attempting to separate the two men, but it took several guards to get in between the brawling brothers.

Corey Graves: “Security’s out here, but they’re having a hell of a time trying to separate these two! Jimmy and Jey have reached a breaking point!”

Rhea, still shaken from the events, stepped forward and tried to pull Jimmy away from Jey, but Jey wasn’t done yet. As security attempted to escort him out of the ring, he shouted at Rhea, his voice venomous and full of raw emotion.

Jey (yelling at Rhea): “YOU WANNA GO OFF AND BE WITH HIM?!”

The crowd was silent in shock as Jey’s words echoed in the arena. Rhea stood frozen, her heart racing. She had no idea how things had gotten so out of hand, but she couldn’t ignore the pain in Jey’s voice. Still, this wasn’t the time for a confrontation. Jimmy stood protectively in front of Rhea, holding her hand, but it was clear that nothing would resolve this feud tonight.

Wade Barrett: “Well, it looks like the tension between the Usos has reached its boiling point. I don’t know where this goes from here, Corey, but I don’t think this is over by a long shot.”

Corey Graves: “No, it’s not over. The fallout from tonight is going to be felt for a long time. Jimmy and Rhea retain their titles, but at what cost? And the issues between Jey and Jimmy—this is far from over.”

As Jey was escorted backstage by security, the arena buzzed with confusion and tension. Jimmy and Rhea stood in the ring as the show ended, emotionally drained, with the weight of everything that had just transpired hanging heavily over them. The night was far from what they had expected, and the consequences of this family drama would unfold in the days to come.

author’s Note: “Tomorrow? There might not be a tomorrow, Jimmy! Do you even care? Or are you just trying to push me away so it’s easier for you to walk back to her?” I just wanted to clarify that if some people haven’t got this yet. In Rhea’s inebriated state, she’s talking to Jey.

[memingursa]

Oh she just gets it

[likeits95]

First four of my Disco Elysium inspired Better Call Saul portraits. There’s still a lot of characters to go if anyone likes them! First up my OTPs

[dailyflicks]

Why would you... Come on. This guy? Seriously? Let's just call it the fallacy of sunk costs.

BETTER CALL SAUL S03E03

[wolfgangleblanc]

A day late, but happy 10th anniversary to one of my favourites shows of all time.

Kim Wexler, my beloved 💕 First piece available on my InPrnt shop.

[lalos-moustache]

Kim Wexler does not put up with man bullshit x

[sileothe]

better call saul, but it's a legal melodrama.....

[eringobragh420]

.ᐟ.ᐟ all of my works feature female characters/readers.

────୨ৎ──── 𝒄𝒎 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒌

.ᐟ.ᐟ Punk/Heyman's Daughter Series ── .✦ i want it. ── .✦ i got it.

.ᐟ.ᐟ Sick Love Song ── .✦ one. (featuring Seth Rollins) ── .✦ two. (featuring Seth Rollins) ── .✦ three. (featuring Seth Rollins)

────୨ৎ──── 𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒔

.ᐟ.ᐟ Cuck!Cody Series ── .✦ animal in me. (featuring Roman Reigns) ── .✦ piece of your action. (featuring Roman Reigns)

.ᐟ.ᐟ headcanons. ── .✦ dating.

────୨ৎ──── 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕

.ᐟ.ᐟ masterlist.

────୨ৎ──── 𝒅𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒔

.ᐟ.ᐟ one shots. ── .✦ panty-sniffing.

────୨ৎ──── 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

.ᐟ.ᐟ one shots. ── .✦ circles. ── .✦ muscle worship.

────୨ৎ──── 𝒋𝒆𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒐

.ᐟ.ᐟ one shots. ── .✦ she bad. (featuring Rhea Ripley) .ᐟ.ᐟ Coming Undone Series [hiatus] ── .✦ one. ── .✦ two. (featuring Jimmy Uso and Roman Reigns) ── .✦ three. (featuring Jimmy Uso and Roman Reigns)

────୨ৎ──── 𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒐

.ᐟ.ᐟ Coming Undone Series [hiatus] ── .✦ one. ── .✦ two. (featuring Jey Uso and Roman Reigns) ── .✦ three. (featuring Jey Uso and Roman Reigns)

────୨ৎ──── 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏

.ᐟ.ᐟ one shots. ── .✦ lost in the moment.

────୨ৎ──── 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒚

.ᐟ.ᐟ one shots. ── .✦ she bad. (featuring Jey Uso)

────୨ৎ──── 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔

.ᐟ.ᐟ one shots. ── .✦ double penetration. (featuring Damian Priest) .ᐟ.ᐟ Coming Undone Series [hiatus] ── .✦ one. ── .✦ two. (featuring The Usos) ── .✦ three. (featuring The Usos) .ᐟ.ᐟ Cuck!Cody Series ── .✦ animal in me. (featuring Cody Rhodes) ── .✦ piece of your action. (featuring Cody Rhodes)

────୨ৎ──── 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔

.ᐟ.ᐟ one shots. ── .✦ do that thing you know i like. .ᐟ.ᐟ Reputation (Just To Save Yours) [in progress] ── .✦ part one. ── .✦ part two. .ᐟ.ᐟ Sick Love Song ── .✦ one. (featuring CM Punk) ── .✦ two. (featuring CM Punk) ── .✦ three. (featuring CM Punk)

────୨ৎ──── 𝒘𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

.ᐟ.ᐟ kinklist. (requests closed) ── .✦ muscle worship. (featuring Gunther) ── .✦ panty-sniffing. (featuring Dexter Lumis)

[lilypadsx]

every wwe feud/rivalry can be summed up as “just shut up and fuck”

[kimwexlersponytail]

No. No. Just tell me what I need to do to change, okay? Just tell me what it is and i'll do it. Jimmy. No, Kim. You make me happy. We make each other happy. How can that be bad? Hey... I love you. I love you, too. But so what?

McWexler in Every Season

SEASON SIX

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter One: Intro

The Pensacola air was thick with humidity as Rhea stood at the front door of the home she shared with Jey, her fingers hovering over the knob. It was supposed to be a sanctuary, a place of comfort after grueling days on the road. But today, it felt suffocating as this was their first day back from the hospital and sadly Rhea’s last day before she had to fly to Houston for Smackdown.

She swallowed hard, her throat tight, and pushed open the door. Jey had insisted on walking inside on his own, despite the sling securing his injured shoulder. His stubbornness was equal parts admirable and frustrating, and it gnawed at her that she was the reason for his pain.

“Let me help,” she offered, her voice soft, almost too quiet to be heard over the door closing behind them.

Jey shook his head, giving her a small, forced smile as he navigated toward the living room. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, and she hated herself for noticing.

“Just get me some ice, babe. I’ll be fine.” His voice was calm, but she caught the wince as he lowered himself onto the couch. He was trying to be strong for her, like always. It only made the guilt burn deeper.

Rhea set down his bag, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She moved through the house mechanically, fetching ice packs, arranging pillows, anything to keep herself busy, anything to avoid the gnawing ache in her chest. Every movement felt heavy, deliberate, as though her body had forgotten how to function without the guilt twisting her insides.

When she finally sat next to Jey, the room was quiet. Too quiet. She stared at him for a moment, his face relaxed but strained, the pain etched in his brow. He’d always been her rock, the one person who could steady her in the chaos of their lives, and now, he was sitting there, hurt because of her mistake.

She cleared her throat, trying to shake the dark thoughts away. “I can stay, you know? I’ll call in, tell them—”

“Don’t.” Jey cut her off, his tone gentle but firm. He shifted slightly, turning his gaze to her, his dark eyes soft but unwavering. “You need to go. We’re still in the tournament. You can’t let this stop you.”

Rhea bit the inside of her cheek, the words she wanted to say caught in her throat. It wasn’t just about the tournament—it was about leaving him like this. After everything she’d put him through, after the injury that might sideline him for months, how could she walk away?

But Jey, as always, saw right through her.

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching out with his good arm to take her hand. “It’s not your fault. You hear me?” His grip was strong, reassuring, even if his body was broken.

Rhea blinked, her eyes stinging with the tears she refused to shed. She couldn’t show him how much this was destroying her—not now. Not when he needed her to be strong. She squeezed his hand back and nodded, even though the words felt hollow.

“I’ll check in after the show,” she promised, standing abruptly. The weight in her chest only grew heavier as she moved to grab her suitcase she had packed earlier in the day before leaving to get Jey from the hospital. The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken words, unexpressed feelings.

She lingered in the doorway, casting one last glance at Jey. He gave her a reassuring nod, the same look he always gave her before a match, as if to say, Go handle business. But this wasn’t the same. It wasn’t a match. It was her life, their life, spiraling in directions she wasn’t sure how to control.

The door clicked shut behind her, and as she stood on the porch, staring into the dimming Pensacola sky, the knot in her stomach tightened.

Her flight to Houston would be leaving in about an hour, but her mind was still back in that living room, with Jey, where she should be. The road was calling, and so was WWE, but for the first time, it felt like she didn’t belong anywhere. Rhea forced herself out of her thoughts, suitcase in hand, making her way to the Uber to leave Jey…

-- Next Day, Smackdown.

The Houston arena for SmackDow buzzed around Rhea, a cacophony of chatter, excitement, and the familiar pulse of the show running in the background. She tried to focus, but her mind was miles away in Pensacola with Jey. Just as she was about to slip away for a quiet moment, she felt a hand clap on her shoulder.

Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with Hunter. His expression was as unreadable as ever, but the hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Got some news for you, Rhea,” he said, crossing his arms. “I’ve found you a new partner.”

Rhea’s face fell instantly. “Hunter, I…I should just drop out. Maybe go for something different down the line. It doesn’t feel right—”

Hunter’s chuckle cut her off. “You’re not dropping out,” he said with a slight shake of his head. “Besides, I’ve got the perfect partner lined up for you.” He motioned to someone just behind him.

Rhea’s stomach dropped as Jimmy Uso stepped into view, a wide grin spreading across his face. Rhea crossed her arms, fixing Hunter with an exasperated stare. “You can’t be serious.”

Hunter laughed again, looking between her and Jimmy. “Who better than your boyfriend’s twin brother? The fans are gonna eat this up,” he said with a satisfied nod. He slapped Jimmy’s back. “Make sure he knows that finisher you and Jey do,” he added before turning and disappearing down the hallway, leaving them alone.

Jimmy’s grin hadn’t faded, and he tilted his head as he studied her. “Look, Rhea, I know you probably aren’t thrilled about this,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “but…I need this, too. Just as much as Jey did.”

His voice softened, and for the first time, Rhea saw a glimpse of something genuine beneath Jimmy’s usual confidence. Her annoyance wavered. He did need this, didn’t he? She could relate to that desperation for a push, that craving to step out of the shadows and prove himself. Jey had needed this, and maybe, in his own way, so did Jimmy.

After a long pause, she sighed. “Fine,” she murmured, though her voice held a slight edge of reluctance. She was still adjusting, still trying to convince herself that this was the right choice.

Jimmy’s smile returned, broader this time, as if he’d won her over. “Good. We’ll make this work.” He looked down at his attire—a bright red getup that screamed anything but “Rhea’s partner.”

She huffed, gesturing to his clothes with a wave of her hand. “Are you going to dress like this?” she asked, her irritation creeping back in. “Do you have anything in black? Jey always matched with me in blue and black.”

Jimmy blinked, glancing down at his outfit. “Uh, yeah, I think I’ve got something. I can switch it up,” he said, looking more amused than offended by her annoyance.

“Great,” Rhea muttered, pressing her lips together in a line. She wasn’t quite ready to trust him, but for now, it would have to do. Hunter had made his decision, and her path was set.

Jimmy extended a fist, his smile now mischievous. “To new partners?”

After a brief hesitation, Rhea tapped her fist against his. “To new partners,” she echoed, though she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get complicated.

--

The arena darkens, and the crowd roars in anticipation as Rhea’s music hits, her signature brooding entrance filling the stage with smoky shadows. The commentators’ voices cut through the din of the crowd.

Wade Barrett: “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re about to witness something absolutely unprecedented here on SmackDown. Rhea Ripley is walking out alone tonight, but it’s what happened last week in Pensacola at RAW that’s on everyone’s mind.”

Corey Graves: “That’s right, Wade. In a shocking twist, Jey Uso—Rhea’s tag partner and, let’s not forget, her boyfriend—suffered a devastating shoulder injury after an unfortunate misstep during their match. A torn rotator cuff, as we’ve heard, and it looks like Jey will be out of action for months!”

The camera cuts to Rhea as she reaches the ring, her face set in a determined expression as the audience begins to cheer. She slides under the ropes, standing tall as her theme fades and the lights come up. Rhea’s gaze is fixed, her silence adding to the anticipation.

While continuing to play Rhea’s music, the titantrons showed a recap of Jey’s injury, including seeing Rhea rush to his side and seeing Jey get strapped to the stretcher. The camera then reverted back to Rhea as she had a somber look on her face.

Wade Barrett: [in a solemn tone] “It’s a heartbreaking situation for both of them, Corey. They were favorites to win the first-ever Mixed Gender Tag Team Titles, and now Jey’s dreams have been shattered—at least for the foreseeable future.”

Corey Graves: “Rhea has got the heart of a champion, Wade. She’s clearly here to finish what she and Jey started, but the question everyone’s asking is… who’s stepping into the ring with her? Who could possibly fill Jey’s shoes?”

Wade Barrett: [speculatively] “Rhea Ripley isn’t one to just team up with anybody. Whoever this mystery partner is, they’ve got to bring something special to this team—and they’d better be ready to keep up with The Eradicator herself.”

A few beats of silence pass as the crowd simmers in excitement. Then, Jimmy Uso’s music hits, and the audience erupts in a mix of cheers and gasps, recognizing the familiar notes.

Corey Graves: “Wait a minute… No way. Are you kidding me?”

Wade Barrett: [genuinely shocked] “This is…this is unbelievable! Jimmy Uso is Rhea’s new partner?!”

The camera catches Rhea’s reaction—a brief flash of surprise mixed with what looks like reluctance before she schools her expression. Meanwhile, Jimmy appears on the stage, a wide grin lighting up his face as he soaks in the crowd’s energy.

Corey Graves: “Talk about making a statement! Jimmy Uso, Jey’s own twin brother, stepping into his shoes? You’ve got to admit, Wade, this is some next-level storytelling! Who better to partner with Rhea than Jey’s own flesh and blood?”

Wade Barrett: [recovering, now intrigued] “Absolutely, Corey. The symmetry is perfect—but let’s not forget the very real emotional weight here. Jey’s sidelined, and now his brother is stepping up? It’s bound to be complicated for everyone involved, especially for Rhea.”

Corey Graves: “Complicated? This is a goldmine of tension, Wade! Just imagine what’s going through Jey’s mind right now, watching his twin and his girlfriend out here in the spotlight together. And if I know Jimmy, he’s ready to seize this moment.”

As Jimmy makes his way down the ramp, he throws a playful gesture to Rhea, who nods, but her stance remains guarded. The crowd is still roaring, caught between excitement for Jimmy and concern for Jey.

Wade Barrett: “There’s no doubt Jimmy is charismatic, but this isn’t just any match, Corey. This is the semi-finals for the Mixed Gender Tag Titles that we temporarily paused just so Rhea could find a partner and now Rhea and Jimmy have one shot to prove their teamwork is more than just a storyline twist.”

Corey Graves: “And it’s a smart move from management too. These two might have the family connection, but tonight will show if Jimmy has what it takes to go from Jey’s backup to a true partner for Rhea.”

As Jimmy joins Rhea in the ring, the two exchange a quick, loaded glance—Rhea’s eyes narrowing slightly, Jimmy’s grin softening into a look of determination. The crowd’s cheers swell again as the two prepare to face the next challenge.

Wade Barrett: “Whether she likes it or not, Rhea’s got her new partner. And Jimmy Uso? Well, he’s got the chance of a lifetime to show what he can do alongside one of the most ruthless forces in WWE today.”

Corey Graves: “This is either the start of something incredible—or a recipe for disaster. And I, for one, am here for it.”

The camera pulls back, capturing the electric atmosphere as the crowd’s energy reaches a fever pitch. The stage is set, and all eyes are on Rhea and Jimmy.

The arena buzzes with anticipation as the bell rings, signaling the start of the Mixed Gender Tag Team Semi-Final match. Rhea and Jimmy stand in their corner, both visibly determined, while Scarlett and Karrion Kross exchange confident smirks from the opposite side.

Wade Barrett: “Here we go! This is what we’ve been waiting for! Rhea and Jimmy are set to face off against Karrion Kross and Scarlett, and you can feel the tension in the air!”

Corey Graves: “This is going to be a war! Each team has something to prove, and it’s clear that Rhea is still feeling the emotional weight of Jey’s injury.”

Rhea and Scarlett start off in the ring, circling each other before locking up. Rhea quickly gains the upper hand, shoving Scarlett back into the corner. The crowd roars as Rhea delivers a fierce shoulder block, followed by a series of hard strikes that back Scarlett up.

Wade Barrett: “Rhea is showing no mercy early on! She’s got that fire we know her for.”

Scarlett manages to dodge a punch and retaliates with a swift kick to Rhea’s midsection, gaining control. She follows up with a sharp DDT, driving Rhea’s head into the mat. The crowd gasps as Rhea crumples to the canvas, and Scarlett pulls her up by her hair, showing a ruthless streak.

Corey Graves: “Scarlett is bringing the fight to Rhea! This is a brutal matchup, and you can see that she wants to make a statement.”

Scarlett tags Karrion Kross in, and the atmosphere thickens. Karrion steps in, his gaze fixated on Jimmy, who is seething at ringside. Karrion grabs Rhea by her hair, taunting Jimmy with a sadistic grin.

Wade Barrett: “This is a mind game, Corey! Karrion is getting into Jimmy’s head, and it’s working!”

Jimmy leans over the ropes, fists clenched, but the referee quickly reminds him he’s not the legal man. Karrion laughs, reveling in the chaos, and continues to talk trash to Jimmy while holding Rhea’s hair.

Corey Graves: “Karrion knows exactly what he’s doing! He’s playing with fire, and Jimmy looks ready to explode!”

Suddenly, Rhea drives her elbow into Karrion’s eye, breaking free of his grip. The crowd erupts as she scrambles toward Jimmy, her hand outstretched for the tag.

Wade Barrett: “Rhea’s got to make this tag! She needs Jimmy in there!”

She reaches him just in time, tagging Jimmy in, and the crowd goes wild as he storms into the ring. Jimmy wastes no time, launching into Karrion with a flurry of punches that sends Karrion reeling. The energy shifts as Jimmy gains momentum, delivering a series of kicks and a powerful Samoan drop that has the crowd roaring in approval.

Corey Graves: “There’s the Uso we know! Jimmy is bringing the heat now!”

As the match continues, Karrion attempts to fight back, but Jimmy keeps him at bay. He tags Rhea back in, and the duo launches a series of quick tags, keeping Karrion off balance. The audience is on their feet, rallying behind the makeshift team.

But then, Scarlett pulls Rhea down by the hair again, drawing a loud chorus of boos from the audience. Rhea fights back fiercely, but the damage has been done. She and Scarlett continue to trade blows, with Scarlett eventually gaining the upper hand with a stiff kick to Rhea’s midsection, knocking her back into the corner.

Wade Barrett: “Scarlett is relentless! Rhea’s got to dig deep to pull this back.”

Scarlett tags Karrion back in, and he steps forward, eyeing Jimmy with a smirk. Rhea tries to rally, but Karrion overwhelms her, using his power to ground her. He continues to taunt Jimmy, who is practically vibrating with anger on the sidelines.

Corey Graves: “Karrion is not letting up! He knows how to push Jimmy’s buttons, and it’s working beautifully.”

As Karrion prepares to give Rhea his finisher, she manages to dodge the big move, and in a moment of instinct, she shoves Karrion toward the ropes. He stumbles, and Rhea takes the opportunity to tag Jimmy in again, the crowd erupting into cheers as he charges in.

Wade Barrett: “And here comes Jimmy with a fresh burst of energy!”

Jimmy goes after Karrion with a series of explosive moves, including a superkick that sends Karrion reeling. The action intensifies, with Rhea and Jimmy coordinating their attacks. As the match nears its conclusion, Rhea looks at Jimmy and whispers their plan.

Rhea: “Let’s do the double superkick! I don’t want to use our old finisher.”

Jimmy nods, determination shining in his eyes. They position themselves, waiting for Karrion to rise. As he turns, Rhea and Jimmy execute the double superkick perfectly, sending Karrion crashing to the mat.

Corey Graves: “There it is! What a combination! This could be it!”

Rhea quickly tackles Scarlett as Jimmy covers Karrion for the pin. The referee slides into position and slaps the mat—

1!

2!

3!

The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Jimmy and Rhea’s music hits. Rhea leaps onto Jimmy, who catches her in a tight embrace, spinning her around in celebration.

Wade Barrett: “What a victory! Rhea and Jimmy Uso have done it! They’ve secured their spot in the finals!”

Corey Graves: “What an impressive performance! The tension between these two could become something spectacular moving forward.”

As they celebrate in the ring, Rhea’s expression shifts between joy and determination, and Jimmy holds her tight, a sense of shared triumph settling between them.

Wade Barrett: “But you can’t help but wonder—how will this affect Jey? The fallout from this match could have serious consequences for the entire Uso family.”

The camera fades out on their celebration, leaving the audience buzzing with anticipation for what’s to come in the finals.

--

As the match concluded, the arena reverberated with cheers, and Rhea found herself swept up in a whirlwind of exhilaration. She hadn’t expected to feel this lighthearted after such a tumultuous time. The weight of Jey's injury had hung heavily over her, but in this moment, she felt a spark of joy, a glimmer of hope for what lay ahead.

Rhea and Jimmy made their way backstage, the adrenaline still coursing through their veins. Laughter bubbled up between them, breaking the tension that had existed since the beginning of the tournament. Jimmy nudged Rhea playfully, his excitement infectious.

“Did you see the look on Karrion’s face when we hit that double superkick?” he chuckled, glancing at Rhea with a grin. “I thought he was going to cry!”

Rhea chuckled, shaking her head. “You could hear the crowd’s reaction all the way in the back! I think we’ve found our chemistry, partner.”

Just then, Cathy Kelly approached them, her camera crew ready to capture the moment. Rhea felt a surge of energy; she was no stranger to the spotlight, but tonight felt different.

“Hey, guys!” Cathy greeted, her smile wide. “What an incredible match! How does it feel to secure your spot in the finals?”

Rhea exchanged a glance with Jimmy, who nodded at her, giving her the go-ahead to answer. “It feels amazing, Cathy! I didn’t expect to be here after everything that’s happened,” Rhea replied, her voice full of emotion. “But tonight, I felt like I was finally able to break free and show what I can do.”

Cathy leaned in, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Jimmy, you stepped in to replace your brother. What was it like to partner with Rhea tonight, especially given the circumstances?”

Jimmy straightened, his confidence shining through. “It was an honor, honestly. Rhea’s one of the best in the business, and I knew I had to step up my game. We’ve got the skills, and together, we can make some noise in this finale.”

Rhea felt a swell of pride at his words. Despite their initial hesitation, she and Jimmy had forged a partnership that felt electric. Cathy’s next question caught her off guard.

“There’s been a lot of speculation about how Jey feels watching you two work together. Any thoughts on that?”

The atmosphere shifted slightly, the happiness in Rhea's chest being overshadowed by a twinge of guilt. She bit her lip, glancing at Jimmy before responding. “Jey and I have been through a lot together. I know this isn’t easy for him, and I want him to know that he’s still my priority. But I can’t ignore the opportunity in front of me.”

Cathy nodded, sensing the weight of Rhea's words. “And Jimmy, how do you feel about your brother's situation?”

Jimmy hesitated for a moment, the question hanging in the air. “Look, I care about Jey. We’re brothers, and I want him to be back in the ring as soon as possible. But I also see this as a chance for both of us to shine. I know he’ll understand.”

The three exchanged a moment of silence, the implications of their situation hanging heavy in the air. Rhea felt a mix of happiness and sadness, grateful for the moment but acutely aware of the familial ties that were being tested.

“Any final thoughts as you head into the finals?” Cathy asked, eager to close out the interview.

Rhea smiled, determination flashing in her eyes. “Just that we’re going to give it everything we’ve got. This tournament means a lot to me, and I won’t let anyone down—especially not Jey.”

As they finished the interview, Rhea felt a renewed sense of purpose. They had overcome the first hurdle, and now it was time to focus on what lay ahead. With Jimmy by her side, she felt ready to take on whatever challenges awaited them.

The locker room was empty and the air was thick with a mixture of sweat and excitement. Jimmy sat on a wooden bench, packing his bag with quick, deliberate motions, still riding the high of their victory. The post-match adrenaline coursed through him, but it was more than just the thrill of winning that occupied his thoughts.

Once he finished, he glanced up to see Rhea making her way to the showers, a casual confidence in her stride. The energy around her was intoxicating. As she disappeared into the shower area, he felt a pull of emotions—excitement mingled with something darker that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

After a few moments, Jimmy noticed she started to undress, Jimmy felt his breath hitch in his throat. The reflection in the locker room mirror caught him off guard; he was captivated by the way her curves moved under the soft light.

He tried to focus on his bag, but his eyes betrayed him, drawn to Rhea’s silhouette. There was an undeniable beauty in her confidence, a grace that made her stand out even among the strongest competitors. In that moment, the reality of her being Jey’s girlfriend felt miles away, overshadowed by the intensity of his desire.

What the hell am I doing? Jimmy thought, feeling a rush of heat flood his cheeks. She was his brother’s girlfriend, a sacred bond that he knew he should respect. But the way she moved, the way her skin glistened with moisture, ignited something possessive deep within him.

As Rhea became completely nude, he couldn’t help but admire the curves that had always made him a little weak in the knees. Her confidence in her own skin was both exhilarating and infuriating. He felt a familiar tightening in his chest, a primal urge to protect her, to claim her. It was an irrational thought—she wasn’t a possession, and she belonged to Jey, but in that moment, it didn’t matter.

A darker part of him, a part he didn’t want to acknowledge, whispered that he could be the one to make her feel desired. To show her what it meant to be with someone who truly appreciated her strength. The possessiveness wrapped around him like a heavy cloak, blurring the lines between loyalty and longing.

You know he’d want you to take care of her, the voice in his mind taunted, feeding into his desire. The thought sent shivers down his spine. You’re just doing what family does. Protect her.

But as the reflection of Rhea continued to captivate him, he knew the truth. This wasn’t about protecting; it was about wanting. And that want was growing more consuming by the second.

What I would do to push her up against the wall and fuck her mercilessly.. One time Jey had spoken about Rhea craving rough sex and now, seeing her nude, it made his dick ache at the thought of how she sounded when she moaned and just imagining how she felt.

Rhea, blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing within Jimmy, hummed softly to herself, entirely absorbed in her post-match glow. She didn’t see the way his gaze lingered on her, the intensity of his stare that spoke volumes. In her mind, they were teammates—friends bound by circumstance, not the tangled emotions that were quietly unraveling within him.

As she turned to grab a towel, Jimmy broke the gaze and pretended to finish packing his bag.

“Hey, you ready?” Rhea called, breaking the spell.

“Yeah, just about,” he replied, forcing a casual tone as he finished packing. But inside, he was a storm of conflicting emotions, grappling with the undeniable truth that the lines between friendship and desire were becoming dangerously blurred.

As he watched Rhea continued to dry herself and get changed, the possessive nature that simmered beneath the surface would only grow, and for now, Rhea remained blissfully unaware of the tension threading through their dynamic—a tension that promised to complicate everything.

--

Rhea and Jimmy made their way to the hotel, a mixture of excitement and lingering adrenaline coursing through their veins. The arena's energy still buzzed in Rhea's mind as they approached the reception desk.

Jimmy checked in first, flashing his trademark smile at the receptionist, who blushed slightly as she handed him the key to his room. “Thanks,” he said, winking at her before turning to Rhea. “All set! Room 305.”

Rhea stepped up to the desk, feeling the anticipation of the night settle in. “Hi, I’d like to check in for Demi Bennett, please,” she said, her tone bright.

The receptionist’s fingers danced across the keyboard, her smile faltering slightly. “I’m sorry, but it looks like there was an issue with your reservation. It was never properly booked, and unfortunately, we have no available rooms at the moment.”

Rhea’s heart sank, her excitement replaced by frustration. “What do you mean? I booked that room weeks ago!”

“I’m really sorry. I can check with other nearby hotels if you’d like,” the receptionist offered, her expression apologetic.

Rhea sighed, feeling the weight of the situation press down on her. “No, that’s alright. I’ll just—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Jimmy interjected, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. “Why don’t you just stay with me?”

Rhea blinked, momentarily taken aback. “What? No, I couldn’t do that.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! We just had an awesome match together. It’s not like we’re strangers,” he said, his tone teasing, but the underlying intensity in his eyes didn’t escape her notice.

She hesitated, glancing back at the receptionist, who looked as if she were trying not to eavesdrop. “Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, his confidence radiating. “Plus, you can’t sleep in the lobby. It’ll be great. I have a king bed!”

Rhea raised an eyebrow. “A king bed? And what if I take up too much space?”

Jimmy chuckled, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “I think I can handle it. I promise I won’t kick you out. Just think of it as a continuation of our tag team bonding.”

Rhea rolled her eyes but felt a flutter of excitement at the idea, despite her better judgment. “Alright, I guess it’s better than sleeping on the floor.”

As they made their way to the elevator, a sense of tension filled the air, electrifying the space between them. Rhea’s heart raced, unsure if it was due to the thrill of their match or the thought of sharing a bed with Jimmy.

When they reached his room, Jimmy swung the door open and stepped inside, gesturing for her to follow. Rhea stepped in and froze for a moment as her gaze swept over the room. It was stylishly decorated, but her attention quickly honed in on the bed—a massive king, yet still a single bed for the two of them.

“Wow, they gave you a nice room.." she said, trying to keep her voice casual, even as she felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her.

“It's not bad” Jimmy replied, clearly pleased. He dropped his bag onto the floor and turned to face her. “Make yourself at home.”

Rhea took a hesitant step forward, her mind racing. This was not how she envisioned their night together. The reality of sharing a bed with her boyfriend’s brother felt increasingly surreal.

“Uh, so… what do we do now?” she asked, trying to deflect the tension.

“Honestly? I think we should celebrate our win,” he said, grinning as he reached into the mini-fridge, pulling out a couple of bottles of water. “Here, hydration is key.”

She accepted a bottle, grateful for the distraction. “Yeah, we did great tonight,” she replied, her smile genuine but tinged with nervousness.

They stood in the middle of the room, a subtle tension hanging in the air. Rhea’s heart raced, partly from the excitement of their victory and partly from the uncertainty of sharing a space with Jimmy. She took a deep breath, willing herself to shake off the weirdness of the situation.

As the minutes passed, they chatted about the match, the conversation flowing easily. Yet, each laugh and playful jab between them drew them closer, amplifying the undercurrents of unspoken emotions swirling beneath the surface.

Finally, Rhea glanced at the bed, her mind racing. “So… how do you want to handle sleeping arrangements?” she asked, feigning casualness but feeling the heat rise in her cheeks.

Jimmy’s gaze flicked to the bed, and he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. “Honestly, I don’t mind if we both sleep on the bed. But just so you know, I’m a blanket hog.”

“Great,” she replied with a playful roll of her eyes. “So, it’s a battle for warmth, then?”

“Exactly,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.

As they settled into a rhythm, Rhea couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a pivotal moment. The playful banter masked a deeper tension, and the longer they spent together, the more she felt the boundaries shift.

With those thoughts swirling in her mind, Rhea took a deep breath, preparing for whatever the night had in store.

Later that night, Rhea laid on the bed, the adrenaline from the match still coursing through her veins. Jimmy had retreated to the bathroom to shower, leaving her alone with her thoughts. As she stared at the ceiling, a sense of calm settled over her from their victory, but it was quickly interrupted by the sharp trill of her phone.

She glanced at the screen, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Jey's name light up. Excited yet nervous, she answered, “Hey, babe!”

“Rhea,” Jey’s voice came through the line, steady but laced with concern. “I just watched your match.”

“Yeah? What did you think?” she asked, trying to keep her tone upbeat despite the unease creeping in.

“I thought you did amazing, but…” He paused, the weight of his words heavy in the air. “But I didn’t like the idea of Jimmy filling in for me. It felt wrong.”

Rhea felt her stomach twist at the mention of his brother. “Jey, listen. I had no choice. I didn’t want to let the opportunity slip away. The tournament is important for both of our careers.”

“Right, but it’s Jimmy. You know how he can be. I just…” Jey’s voice trailed off, and she could hear the concern in his tone. “I don’t want him getting any ideas, Rhea.”

She took a deep breath, knowing how to soothe him. “Jey, you know I love you. I would never do anything to break your trust. You mean everything to me. I’m with you, not him.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just… seeing you two together, working so closely… it makes me feel uneasy.” He hesitated again, and she could almost hear the wheels turning in his mind. “What if he gets too comfortable? I don’t want him thinking he can come between us.”

“Jimmy isn’t like that,” Rhea reassured him, though she could sense the unspoken jealousy lingering in the air. “We’re just focused on the match. You’re my boyfriend, and that won’t change. He’s just a partner for this tournament.”

Jey sighed, and she imagined him running a hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was stressed. “I know it’s just wrestling, but it’s hard not to worry. I can’t be there to protect you right now.”

Rhea’s heart warmed at his protective nature. “I appreciate that, Jey. But I can take care of myself. And you have to trust that I love you. That won’t ever change.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he finally admitted, his voice softening. “I just miss you, you know?”

“I miss you too,” she replied, her heart swelling at the thought of him. “But we’re in this together, remember? We’ll get through it. You’ll be back before you know it.”

“Yeah. I just want you to be safe, and happy. That’s all that matters to me,” Jey said, his voice full of sincerity.

“I am happy, Jey, especially when I’m with you. I love you,” Rhea said, her voice firm, wanting to drive her point home.

“I love you too, Rhea. Just… be careful, alright?” Jey urged, and she could hear the hint of vulnerability in his tone.

“I will. I promise. Just focus on your recovery for now, okay? We’ll celebrate when you’re back.”

“Deal,” he said, relief seeping into his voice. “Talk to you later?”

“Of course. Bye, Jey.”

As she ended the call, Rhea felt a weight lift off her shoulders. But as she turned to share her joy with Jimmy, she found him standing in the bathroom doorway, freshly showered and dressed in a pair of sweats, his expression unreadable.

“Everything okay?” he asked, but his tone carried an edge of irritation.

“Yeah, Jey just called to check in. He was worried about me teaming with you,” she replied, trying to keep her voice light.

Jimmy’s jaw clenched slightly at the mention of Jey’s name, the jealousy in his eyes unmistakable. “Right, because he thinks I’m going to try something.”

Rhea frowned, not wanting to stir the pot. “It’s not like that, Jimmy. Jey just cares about me. It’s what boyfriends do.”

“Sure,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And what about you? Do you care about him? Or is this whole thing just a fling for you?”

Rhea’s brows knitted together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you and Jey have a history. You’re not exactly just some random partner for me. I know that,” he snapped, his jealousy surfacing more openly now.

“Jimmy, it’s not like that. Jey and I are solid, but this is about the tag titles. You’re a great partner,” she said, trying to diffuse the tension.

“Right,” he said, his tone darkening. “Just remember who you’re sharing a bed with tonight.”

Rhea met his gaze, the playful atmosphere of earlier gone, replaced by an undercurrent of tension. “It’s just a hotel room, Jimmy. We’re still a team.”

“Yeah, a team,” he echoed, but the possessive glint in his eyes told her that this situation was far more complicated than she realized.

With that unspoken challenge hanging in the air, Rhea felt the delicate balance between them shift once more. She had to navigate not just the expectations of the tournament but also the emotional turmoil brewing just beneath the surface.

[damiansgoodgirll]

here’s an updated wwe masterlist

rhea ripley

damian priest

drew mcintyre

jey uso

la knight

cm punk

jimmy uso

roman reigns

seth rollins

dean ambrose

edge

solo sikoa

the usos (platonic reader)

jhea (jey uso + rhea ripley)

the judgment day / terror twins (platonic reader)

don’t break my heart masterlist :

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six , part 7 , part 8 , part 9 , part 10 (coming soon)

[fanficimagery]

Joining the Biz.

When the hotels are all booked up, your cousin asks if a few friends can crash at your place. You accept, not knowing you'll be meeting some people who will become lifelong friends and get a shot at doing what you once loved. [Part Three of Three]

Words: 9.9K Author's Note: I know Rey Mysterio is part of the LWO or whatever it's called, but for the sake of this.. he's all alone and needs help from others. Also, I know there are several females on the Smackdown roster that are amazing, but I just recently started watching again so I only mention those I'm somewhat familiar with. No offense to any of those lovely ladies. FYI, I don't write smut. The most I write is mediocre kissing lmao. And Jesus fuck. Do you know how hard it is to write a wrestling match? Why did I do this to myself?

You continue to make appearances on Raw, this time everything being filmed backstage.

The feud between father and son amps up, you being there every time to help your Tio up and glaring at a laughing Judgement Day, but more importantly at a smug Liv who thinks she's untouchable. Even the Terror Twins and Jey Uso get involved, helping Rey when Judgement Day overwhelms him. Eventually it evolves to a fight, four on four; Rey, Damian, Rhea, and Jey versus Dom, Finn, Liv, and JD with Carlito subjected to watching from the sides. Everyone knows Carlito will get involved, but so will you. Even if the fans don't know it.

Before you're revealed on Smackdown, however, you're to be an anonymous ally to Rey, Jey, and the Terror Twins for their match. Only Rey will know of the identity of the ally, leaving everyone in the dark, but everyone will know exactly where this ally is to be hidden during the duration of the match so as to not mess up what's been written in the script.

You're to have a slight makeover for Smackdown, but you can't do what they want just yet, so you settle for only the anonymous outfit. They give you an oversized black hoodie with black jeans and black booties with a chunky heel. To keep your identity hidden, they double french braid your hair, plop in purple contacts, and give you a mask like the one the Winter Soldier from the Marvel universe wears.

Between one match and the next, the arena goes dark during a commercial break. The production crew has to sneak you to the ring and hide you beneath it before the lights come back up.

(Live on Raw)

It feels like forever before the two groups swagger down to the ring and are introduced, and then even longer once the match starts.

Once you get the cue from your Tio, you slide out from beneath the ring and stay crouched by the side. The fans that see you start to cheer, and any second Liv will round the corner of the ring, running from Rhea. Sure enough, when she does, you fly up and sprint at her, spearing her to the ground.

The crowd goes wild, even more so when Rhea comes to a stop in front of you and the two of you have a stare down. She seems suspicious of you, at least up until you mockingly salute her- the same salute she'd given you when you first made your appearance on Raw. Her eyes seem to gleam with recognition then, but then your gaze is darting behind her where Carlito is running up.

Shoving Rhea aside, you superkick Carlito right across his chin. As Carlito falls, you turn towards Rhea and place your index finger over where your mouth is beneath your mask as if shushing her to keep the secret.

In the ring, there's a count of three and your Tio and friends are announced the winners. When Rhea takes her gaze off of you, you jump the barricade and rush through the crowd.

(End of segment broadcast.)

You make quick work of jumping into a waiting car in the garage, stripping off your mask behind the tinted windows and are driven to the hotel you're staying at. You find your bag at your feet, yanking out your phone and sending a text to Rhea, while also changing into normal clothing so Jey doesn't find the anonymous outfit in your room.

To Rhea: All will be revealed Friday Night. Stay tuned.

It's not until you're back in the room you're sharing with Jey that she texts back.

From Rhea: So, it's safe to assume you'll be on Smackdown? To Rhea: Paul hasn't spoken to you guys? From Rhea: What's going on? To Rhea: Shit. You didn't hear this from me, so don't spread it. My home will be Smackdown, but Paul mentioned that with how the storylines are going.. it looks like both rosters will be making appearances either night. No one's going to be stuck only on Raw or only on Smackdown. I'm not sure how long that will last though. From Rhea: This is going to be fun. Btw, Jey's convinced you were the anonymous female who helped us. To Rhea: Good luck proving it. I've done a good job making it seem like I've been in the room all night.

You send her the gif of Karen from Mean Girls where she fake coughs and says I'm sick. Rhea sends you back a laughing emoji and wishes you luck.

Later, when Jey gets back, he looks prepared to grill you about your whereabouts. But when he sees you all snuggled up and looking a little under the weather, he leans over you to kiss your forehead.

"You need anything?"

You feel bad lying to him, but it's only for a few more days. "No. Just want you to hold me. How was work?"

"You mean you didn't watch?"

"I did, but I just want to hear you talk."

Jey smiles. "Let me shower really quick and I'll tell you all about it."

Jey makes quick work of showering and when he exits the bathroom in nothing but a pair of briefs, you mentally curse the restraint the two of you have. It's no secret to either of you that you're it for one another, but taking that next step seems to be stumping the two of you. You'll be affectionate with each other and sleep in the same bed, but you've yet to kiss or anything. It's almost like you're afraid to take that final step and lose what you currently have.

But as Jey snuggles in next to you, all that seems to fade away and you listen as he recounts his day at work and how he'll be making an appearance on this upcoming Friday Night Smackdown.

Week after week, Roman's been dealing with Solo and his version of the Bloodline. Sure, he has Jimmy, and Jey's been allowed to come over when needed, but Solo has something that Roman doesn't and it's hindering his climb back to Tribal Chief.

It goes against both Roman and Jimmy's real life and alter ego's morals to lay hands on a woman, even though Nia Jax has no issue laying hands on them. So, when Paul laid out the storyline that a female wrestler would be put into Roman's side of the Bloodline, Roman was relieved but also skeptical. Who would be good enough to stand up to Nia Jax? He knows the female roster on Smackdown and there's no one decent enough besides Bayley, but Bayley doesn't seem to fit with him or Jimmy. She has her own alter ego, and it doesn't mesh well with that of Roman.

When he learns that some wrestlers will be given the green light to swap back and forth on Raw and Smackdown, he thinks of Rhea since she now has a connection to Jey, but then disregards it because she has the Terror Twin schtick going for her. When he asks Paul who his little enforcer will be, Paul merely smirks and mentions that he's going to like her just fine.

The night for the newest addition to his faction comes, and he's anxious. The storyline is pretty good, and he can't wait to see his female enforcer take out Nia Jax since Nia is currently injured and needs an excuse to be out for a few months. That and he gets to unmask her.

. .

. .

Ready for your debut, you stare at your new haircut in the mirror. They gave you a trim so your hair reached just below your shoulders while also giving you a small undercut on the left side of your head, just enough to cut a design into the shaved part. As your hair swoops over to the right, the roots along the part in your hair are dyed a vibrant red.

The purple contacts have been left out, showcasing your natural eye color. Your mask, the one you dubbed the Winter Soldier is back in place, shielding the bottom half of your face. You have your hoodie zipped all the way up to your neck, you're back in dark skinny jeans, and back in the black booties with heels.

You watch the monitors as everything unfolds out in the ring, waiting for your cue to rush to Roman's aide.

(Live on Smackdown)

The fight turns brutal fast.

Solo is livid that the Ula Fala has been stolen from his locker room, and everyone is in agreement that Roman must have taken it. But when Roman meets them in the ring, he has no idea what they're talking about.

Solo and his Bloodline are hearing nothing Roman has to say and beats him down. When he's handcuffed to the bottom rope, Nia takes her chance to get in a few hits on the ex-Tribal Chief. Only when a table is brought in and set up near one of the corners do the Usos theme song blare through the arena. As the twin brothers rush to Roman's aide, Paul Heyman seems relieved outside the ring.

When Solo sees Jimmy and Jey though, he quickly drops to roll out of the ring and drags Jacob Fatu with him. Uncaring of their cowardice, Jimmy and Jey deal with Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa. As those two are tossed from the ring, all that's left is Nia who isn't paying attention and delivering kick after kick to Roman's chest as he slouches in the corner of the ring, unable to move.

Having crept into the crowd, you jump the barricade much to everyone's glee. Jumping onto the side of the ring, you step between the bottom and middle ropes, and crouch in the corner opposite of Nia. Jimmy and Jey glance at you, but you only have eyes for Nia. As you start pounding on the mat, the crowd matches the beat with a clap of their hands.

Nia finally takes notice of the atmosphere, and she goes to turn, you stand and rush her, delivering a superkick to her chin. Dazed and confused, Nia falls. You glance between Jimmy and Jey, pointing at Nia and then pointing to the table. Both brothers glance at one another before shrugging, picking up Nia and laying her out on the table before stepping back. Paul Heyman then rushes to uncuff Roman.

Turning to the corner post closest to the table, you start to climb. The crowd goes wild as Solo and his Bloodline watch Nia be annihilated. As you stand on the top rope, you briefly glance over your shoulder to make sure you're lined up. Then with a roar as your arms stretch out on either side of you, very reminiscent of Jeff Hardy, you moonsault backwards off the top rope and put both your body and Nia's through the table.

The landing practically punches the breath out of you, but you pull it together as you crawl away from the destruction. Nia lays there, unconscious, and you stand to glare at Solo and Jacob as they reach under the bottom rope to grab Nia by the ankle and drag her out of the ring.

You pace back and forth then, adrenaline pumping and watching Solo and his Bloodline retreat up the ramp.

When the crowd quiets, you turn around, only to be met with Roman Reigns rubbing at his sore wrists. Jimmy and Jey flank him, unsure of you, and Paul Heyman stands off to the side looking a bit weary himself. At least he looks weary until you unzip the hoodie and strip it off, leaving you in an OTC shirt- Roman's merch- and the missing Ula Fala draped around your neck.

Paul Heyman gasps, Jimmy and Jey act surprised, and Roman's jaw twitches as he stares you down. Fisting your right hand, you cross your arm over your chest with your first above your heart and bow your head to Roman. A moment passes and then you take off the Ula Fala, holding it up for him. Roman watches you and hesitantly lowers his head, and you drape the Ula Fala around the rightful Tribal Chief's neck.

As the crowd goes wild for the turn of events, you stand back with your feet shoulder widths apart. Your hands clasp behind your back and you stare straight ahead. Roman takes his sweet time searching your features for any sign of deceit. He reaches for your mask then and, when you don't budge, he unclasps it.

Roman makes it as dramatic as he can as he pulls the mask off and when he does… you can see him fighting a smile when recognition sets in. Jimmy, however, has no restraint and ends up laughing when he sees it's you. Apparently, Roman and Jey weren't the only ones kept in the dark about your identity.

The crowd is surprisingly cheering for you and you're grateful for it. You weren't sure how your presence on Smackdown would be taken considering your family was on Raw.

Jimmy is slapping a stunned Jey on his shoulder, nudging him while pointing at you. Roman proceeds to shock everyone as he steps forward and envelops you in a hug, tucking your head beneath his chin and just holding you close for a moment.

"You're my female enforcer?" He asks, making sure to hide his mouth so no one can read his lips.

Pulling back a little, you stare up at him. "It looks like we're gonna be spending a lot of time together, Reigns." You allow yourself to flash a cocky smirk. "Get used to it, Big Uce."

Roman chuckles as you step out of the hug. You step to his side and grab his wrist, raising his arm in the air as high as you can while pointing at him and hollering at the crowd. Jimmy grabs his other wrist, doing the same, and then Jey grabs your other wrist to raise in the air. When you glance at him, you can see the excitement in his gaze, but he's keeping it toned down since he can't do anything to jeopardize his storyline with Rhea.

In the middle of the Smackdown ring, Roman and his Bloodline is introduced.

You, Jey, and Jimmy then break off, amping up the crowd and acknowledging Roman with a hand raised in the air, index finger pointing to the ceiling.

When it's time to head back, you pick up your mask and roll out of the ring. There are people screaming and hollering, and you flash everyone a cocky smirk while walking backstage.

(End of segment broadcast.)

Once the camera lights cut out to signify the end of filming, Jey whirls on you and backs you into a wall where he grasps your face and plants his lips on yours. The surprise doesn't even register with you because this kiss has been a long time coming, and you gladly return Jey's enthusiasm, but Jimmy's exclamation of, "Finally!", has you snapping to attention.

When you come up for air, panting and heaving, you take notice of the position you and Jey are in. Your hands are cradling his bearded face, one leg being held up on his hip with one of his hands and his other grasping at your ass. You're momentarily distracted by his own heaving chest, but you quickly snap out of it.

Hands pressing against Jey's chest, you push him away and lower your leg. Your eyes widen, especially when you hear the chuckles all around you, and you slap at his chest when he tries to crowd into your space again. "Not where there are cameras around! I am too invested in Jhea for the cameras to accidentally film you fooling around with Roman's newest addition."

Jey blinks at you. "You right, you right." He steps back, licking his bottom lip as he stares you up and down. His darkened gaze, however, proves that he's moments from losing control again. "But damn, girl. How you gonna go out there lookin' like a badass and not expect me to jump on that?"

You snort and before Jimmy or Roman can start joking, Solo steps up. "You little thief," he muses.

You're grateful for the distraction and laugh at Solo, bringing the Uso's younger brother into a hug. "Surprised?"

"Yes. You're surprisingly good at keeping secrets."

"Aw, don't feel bad, uce," Jimmy says as he slaps a hand on his brother's shoulder. "She told none of us."

"The only ones who knew were Rhea and tio Rey," you admit. "Tio Rey because he was there for my contract signing and Rhea because after spearing Liv Morgan last Monday, I teased her with a gesture that would clue her in."

"Well I'm glad you're here, even if Nia is going to kick your ass when she comes back."

You laugh. "Speaking of, where is Nia? I wanna check on her."

Before you can go check on Nia to make sure the bit with the table didn't aggravate her injury further, Solo takes it upon himself to introduce you to his cousins that made up his Bloodline faction. All three are very intimidating in the ring, but off-camera they are as lovable as Solo, Jey, Jimmy, and Roman. Then after introductions are had, you briefly meet with Nia where she jokes about you being prepared for her return because she was going to kick your little ass.

Laughing, you tell her you're looking forward to a proper match with her and that you hope her recovery goes smoothly. The production crew then gathers Roman and his Bloodline for pictures to be added to WWE's socials, introducing the reunion of the OG Bloodline, plus their newest addition.

You take pictures with your mask on and off, with the whole group, by yourself, and then with just Roman. You're excited, especially since the photographer makes you look badass and promises to email the pics to you so you can start adding some to your own socials.

Then when it's time to go to the hotel, Jimmy has to keep his twin in check every time he reaches for your hand. You're not even out of the arena yet when Jey turns handsy, and Roman has to push you in front of him to shield you from Jey's wandering hands, less the paparazzi and fans capture pictures of Jey cheating on Rhea.

During the week, you manage to make time for both your jobs- fielding calls for your main source of income and hitting the gym with Roman and Jimmy. And when you're not letting your two brothers kick your ass in the ring in preparation for taking on any male wrestler that goes after your boys, Jey has you locked away in the hotel room you share to make up for lost time.

Roman and Jimmy take great pleasure in making you run back and forth across the ring, shoulder checking you and making you practice your falls. You even have to practice falling from higher heights, making Roman and Jimmy crack up when on one particular fall, you land wrong.

"Ow. My tits." Rolling over and rubbing at your chest, Roman spews the water he'd been drinking and Jimmy falls to one knee laughing. "Fuck off," you grumble.

As you get to your feet, Jimmy can't help but muse, "I'm sure Jey will kiss it better."

"Don't tell him anything!" You warn him. "I'm all for our sudden, enthusiastic sex life, but my vagina needs a break. Jesus, it hasn't even been a full week and-"

Roman starts coughing. "No! No. We are not talking about that."

Jimmy is dying of laughter and you smirk at the Tribal Chief. "Aw, come on, Roman. Aren't you curious about your cousin's dick game?"

"Hell no."

"Fine. If you want my silence, I demand chicken tenders and ranch."

Roman grimaces. "What is it with chicken tenders and ranch?"

You shrug. "It's good."

"If you say so. Now come on. Spar with Jimmy one more time and we'll call it a day."

Jimmy has a case of the giggles during your entire spar, so it's easy for you to get the drop on him a few times.

. .

. .

When Friday Night Smackdown rolls around again, you have to deal with Solo's Bloodline alongside Jimmy, and it's the first time they get to get their hands on you so you can show how resilient you are against the men.

Jimmy has a solo, no disqualification match against Tonga Loa, who will be accompanied by Tama Tonga. You will accompany Jimmy to the ring, keeping an eye on Tama whose mission is apparently to make you as uncomfortable as possible with suggestive comments and licking his lips as he looks you up and down.

(Live on Smackdown)

The match starts, and Jimmy and Tonga are pretty evenly matched. Both take hits that have you wincing and trying not to break character and laugh, especially when Tonga takes an accidental hit to the groin area and you hear him shout, "My balls!".

You're pounding the mat, urging Jimmy to get up when you notice Tama Tonga climbing onto the side of the ring. Jimmy rolls and pins a dazed Tonga Loa, but the ref is distracted by Tama. Annoyed, you walk in Tama's direction, and he takes notice. When he smirks and hops down, you take off at a run. And when Tama opens his arms as if volunteering to let you have the first hit, you surprise him by running faster, jumping, and then kicking him with both soles of your feet.

You've just dropkicked Tama Tonga, stunning the Samoan.

However, as you're getting up, spitting curses at Tama, you're grabbed by the back of your hair. You shout, scratching at the hand holding you, and then urgently try to get away when you realize it's Jacob Fatu that has a hold of you.

With a shout, Jacob picks you up sideways and drives your back into the steel steps that lead into the ring. You scream as he drops you, rolling onto your back as you reach behind you with one hand to hold the aching spot.

"Uce! You good, uce? Get up!" You groan at Jimmy's voice, slowly getting to your hands and knees.

Roman's theme goes off, the crowd goes wild, and Roman flies down the ramp to meet Jacob Fatu head on. It's a clash of two strong personas that everyone's been wanting, so you leave them be. In the ring, however, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa are teaming up against Jimmy.

Anger building, you stand and roll into the ring under the bottom rope. When you get to your feet and Jimmy notices you standing there, he shoves Tama Tonga off of him and Tama stumbles towards you with his back facing you.

Hands bracing on his shoulders, you jump and place both knees against his back. Then falling backwards with Tama still in hand, your knees drive hard into his back as you both fall on the mat. Hurt, Tama Tonga rolls out of the ring. You stand up, hunched just a little because your back in on fire, and Tonga Loa gets into your face. You sneer at one another, but yours slowly morphs into a smirk.

"What the hell are you smilin' about?"

"Just the fact that you're focused on me when you should be focused on Jimmy."

Your gaze darts behind him, but before he can turn, you headbutt him. Dazed, Tonga turns right into a spear from your friend.

Jimmy takes the win and as he celebrates his victory around the ring, you drop to the mat and roll under the bottom rope, sitting on the ledge. Roman walks up, hair mussed from whatever fight he got into with Jacob.

"Need a hand?"

"Not in front of the camera, Reigns," you grit out with a smile. Roman's lips twitch as he still offers you a hand, a hand which you take and hold onto as you hop off the side of the ring. Jimmy is suddenly on your other side, clapping you on the back. "Fuck!" You shout, twisting out from beneath his hands.

Immediately, Jimmy's hands go up. "My bad, uce. My bad."

You glare at him as Roman does his best to mask his chortles, and then the three of you walk up the ramp.

(End of segment broadcast)

Off camera, Jacob rushes up to you, concern in his gaze. "I'm fine," you immediately tell him.

"Are you sure? That scream didn't sound like it was fake."

You grimace at him, and then tense when someone lifts the back of your shirt. "Shit. You're bleeding."

"What?" You turn around just in time for Roman to call for a medic. "Huh. I must have caught the edge of the stairs." When you face Jacob again, you can't help but chuckle. "Jacob, it's fine! Promise."

He winces. "I know. I just- I hate that I actually hurt you."

"It's all part of the job, buddy."

When the medics come and lead you to a room, you're laid out on your front. They clean and assess the apparent two-inch gash but conclude that it doesn't need stitches. As they reclean it and bandage it up for you, they tell you that you'll be sore for the next few days and that it's best to take it easy so the wound can close. You huff, but tell them you'll speak with Paul to see what he says.

Surprisingly, Paul agrees. He tells you to rest up and that while you can accompany your faction to the ring next week, he doesn't want you in the middle of the action.

And when you get back to the hotel, you're met with a worried Jey and have to deal with his mother hen tendencies.

Talking trash is not as fun if you can't throw down with your faction. But you keep to the rules laid out for you and stand back as Solo and Roman continue their feud.

On Raw, Judgement Day and the Terror Twins feud is still going just as strong. You've been watching, growing annoyed when one week Damian and Rhea seem like this overpowered duo, only for them to get their asses kicked the following week by the entire faction they once belonged to. It amps up until Finn suggests a match- Finn, Dom, and Liv versus Damian, Jey, and Rhea. The fans seem to love the idea, so the match is made for the following Monday.

However, behind the scenes when Damian, Rhea, and Jey are talking, Judgement Day attacks them out of the blue. You're not sure what goes wrong, but something seriously happens to Rhea's knee. You're not sure how severe it is until Paul calls you, asking if you can make an appearance as Damian and Jey's third. You agree.

. .

. .

"There is so much bad blood here, that I want it to seem as unscripted as possible," Paul tells you Wednesday night when he calls a meeting between all the wrestlers involved. "The fans will go wild."

"So, there's no script for the match?" Dominik asks. "How do we know who will win and when to make the pin?"

Paul now smiles. "It's gonna be the first match of the night and you'll fight until you're exhausted. I want you guys to take it easy on each other, but the women," he says, glancing between you and Liv, "I want you feral. I want you spitting mad. Just don't seriously injure one another. The crowd seems to love when the women go off on each other."

Glancing deviously at Liv, the two of you laugh when all the other men swear at the matching smirks you're now sporting. "Free reign to kick ass?"

"Hell yes," Liv muses.

"I just want you to know right now that whatever is said or done out there on camera, it's not personal."

"I want your best, YN. Bring it."

"I don't know whether to laugh or cry," Dominik says. When everyone glances at him, he says, "I've seen YN fight, truly fight, before my dad got her disciplined in the ring. If she doesn't hold back, it's gonna be a fight to be remembered."

"That's what I'm hoping for. Especially since it'll be YN's first official match. This will set the tone for her place in Roman's faction."

After a few more details are hashed out, everyone goes their separate ways.

"You sure you're ready for this?" Jey asks.

"Yes. I've been in fights before, babe. It's nothing I can't handle."

"Man, Rhea's gonna be so jealous." Damian chuckles. "We're all taught to hold back, pull our punches. And here Paul is giving you permission to seriously mess each other up."

"It's gonna be fun, but I swear you boys better take this win."

"Oh, we will," Jey muses.

When you get to the hotel, Damian walks off to find Rhea, and you and Jey head to Roman's room. He wants to know what's going on and when you tell him, he's surprised.

"You better kick some major ass, girl."

"Don't worry, I will."

"I want you in the ring by eight tomorrow morning."

"Goddammit, Reigns."

Jey laughs and Roman turns to him. "I don't know why you're laughing. You need to be there too. In fact, call Priest and tell him to meet us in the morning. I'm not going to let the two of you make the Bloodline's She-Wolf look incompetent in the ring."

Jey gapes before sighing and giving into the inevitable. Pulling out his phone, Jey texts Damian what Roman is demanding. And just when you think you can jump on the bed and relax, Roman gets down to business and starts asking questions about what you have planned for the match.

(Live on Raw)

Judgement Day takes the ring, the arena booing them as they're all smug smiles and laughter. They've just finished the replay of Judgement Day attacking Damian and Rhea last week, and then Rhea confessing to Damian and Jey in the back earlier that night that there's no way she can fight in tonight's match.

"So, you see," Liv laughs on the mic, "there will be no match tonight. Damian and Jey might have some new friends backstage, but they have no females to fill in for that pathetic Rhea Ripley."

As soon as the words leave her mouth, blue lights start flashing.

USO!

Jey walks out with Damian by his side and Rhea hobbling on crutches on his other side. Damian is the most heated, pacing back and forth as Jey amps up the crowd for a few seconds. As the music cuts out, Damian raises the mic to his mouth and says, "Güera, do everyone a favor and shut up." The crowd cheers and laughs. "Honestly, I don't know how Dom deals with your ass. Your voice is annoying as hell."

In the ring, Liv gapes and shoves at Dominik before pointing at Damian and demanding Dominik to defend her.

"You're honestly so lucky that Rhea can't fight tonight. So lucky."

"But that luck just ran out, white girl. The match is still on," Jey says, producing his own mic as the crowd cheers. "Because you right about us not havin' female friends here. But just because we have no female connections here, doesn't mean we don't have any female connections.. on Smackdown."

The crowd cheers even louder, especially when in the ring Dominik is the first to make the connection as he freezes in shock. And then, he rips the mic from Liv's hand. "No. You're lying! My prima wouldn't do that to me. We don't see eye to eye, but she would never-"

Roman's theme blares and if the crowd was loud earlier, they're deafening now.

The Tribal Chief walks out, the red Ula Fala draped around his neck. Flanking him are you and Jimmy, and behind you is Paul Heyman. You're sporting your new mask, the black mask having been painted with markings that match the tribal symbols from Roman, Jimmy, and Jey's tattoos.

"Danngggg," Jey muses as he steps up to your side, glancing at you and then staring at Liv down in the ring. "Betchu really wishing you were taking on Rhea now, huh. Because I can promise you, the Bloodline's She-Wolf is very much all bite."

"The She-Wolf?" Liv barks out a laugh before sneering. "I'm not afraid of some little bitch."

The crowd ooh's and a camera man kneels in front of you, catching your reaction. Slowly but surely, you reach up and remove your mask. Smirking, you lean into the mic that Jey holds out for you. "You will be."

As you turn towards Roman, he holds his hand out for your mask. You hand it off to him and then Jey's theme starts again. Together, you, Damian, and Jey stride down to the ring with you in the middle. Behind you, Jimmy, Roman, Rhea, and Paul Heyman follow.

Before you can stomp up the steel stairs, you feel a pat on your butt. You freeze as the fans behind you laugh and whoop, and glare at the culprit over your shoulder. "That's not very brotherly, Roman," you hiss.

He smirks. "Show 'em your teeth, She-Wolf."

You nod, jaw clenching, and then stomp up the stairs and into the ring behind Jey and Damian. Carlito and JD roll out of the ring, weary of Jimmy, Roman, and Rhea spreading out along the sidelines. Liv and Finn are glaring at the three of you, but Dominik looks like he wants to call the match off.

The bell rings, and Damian takes one step in their direction just as Dominik and Finn drop and roll out of the ring. Liv turns to seethe at them, but then turns back around. "Fine. I'll win this match myself."

Jey and Damian laugh, stepping back to step outside the ring. You step forward, smirking. "We'll see, Güerita. We'll see."

Liv screams and rushes you, but you very easily block her punch. You deliver three punches of your own, driving her into a corner post. Then switching it up, you grab onto the middle ropes and drive your shoulder into Liv's abdomen over and over.

"Stop it, prima! That's enough!"

Dominik's words garner your attention and you turn towards him. "That's enough? That's enough!?" You shout at him. "It's not nearly enough. Cowards don't get mercy."

You realize too late he was a distraction and Liv takes the upper hand. She grabs you by the hair and throws you backwards so you slam your back on the mat. Then standing over you, she delivers kick after kick until you grab her by the ankle and roll her up into a pin. Unsurprisingly, she kicks out and you stand up, grinning.

As you walk backwards, you hold a hand up and let someone tag in. It's Jey. As Jey enters the ring, Liv tags in Finn.

Finn and Jey go toe to toe, evenly matched. Finn gets the upper hand right away, but you and Damian championing for Jey reinvigorates him. When Finn, the coward, realizes he's losing the upper hand, he tags in Dominik. Dominik is too confident as he knocks Jey around, but the moment Damian is tapped in… he's nothing but a scared little boy.

Damian tosses Dominik around the ring like a rag doll that it's laughable. Carlito and JD are too close to the ring, too close to Damian, so you start to climb off the ring as inconspicuously as you can. Roman and Jimmy watch you, not interfering as you watch Liv climb off the side of the ring. When Finn helps Dominik tag team Damian as the ref gets distracted by JD, and Damian then gets up on his knees with his upper body leaning between the ropes, Liv jumps up and grabs him by the back of the head to choke him out on the rope.

Rhea sees everything go down and she chases Liv with her crutch. Liv runs around the ring, laughing over her shoulder, and giving you the perfect opportunity to catch her. Instead of spearing her, however, you pick her up by the back of her thighs and then slam her back onto the announcer's table.

Climbing on top of Liv, you rain down punch after punch. She grabs one of the small monitors on the table and hits you upside the head with it, and you roll off of her. Briefly dazed, you stumble off and right into Carlito's chest. He tries to intimidate you, but you're distracted by the liquid falling into your eyes.

Reaching up, you swipe where you feel the wetness and your hand comes away red. Fuck. You're bleeding from the head.

Carlito gets spun around by Jimmy who starts attacking him, and before you can turn there's a pair of arms wrapping around your abdomen from behind. Liv bear hugs your waist and throws you over her head, into the barricade.

THIS IS AWESOME, the crowd chants over and over.

Trying to catch your breath, Liv then stands and picks you up, tossing you into the ring. It seems Jey and Damian weren't faring as well as you hoped.

You and Liv are now the eligible wrestlers, the two of you slapping, punching, and kicking until you're out of breath. The side of your face is covered in blood, but you're not tapping out. Not today.

The cheers from your faction, your friends, and the fans get your adrenaline going once more. You start slapping and punching back harder. And then as you have her in the perfect position to superkick her, Dominik rushes between the two of you.

"Don't do it!"

You freeze, standing on one leg with the other in the air, bent as you stare at your cousin. "Get out of my way, Dom!"

"No! That's enough."

"It's enough? Now it's enough when I'm about to kick in the teeth of your precious güerita?"

Dominik goes quiet and then he slowly, cruelly smirks. "Fooled you."

"What?"

There's a sudden, sharp pain to the knee of the leg you'd been standing on. It seems Liv got enough wind to sneak around and take you out by the knee.

You go down, screaming, and Liv takes the opportunity to start kicking at your injured knee. Dominik stands over you, laughing, but then gets taken out with a spear by Jey. Then just as Finn goes to fight off Jey, Damian steps in and kicks him off the side of the ring.

Having enough, Damian turns and grasps Liv by the back of the neck and tosses her outside the ring where Carlito and JD readily catch her. "Not today, sucia."

Spitting mad at your cousin for distracting you and the now throbbing pain in your knee, you get up, hopping on your one good leg. "Really, primo? You're gonna let that little hoodrat do me dirty?"

Rolling onto his back, Dominik holds his hands up in surrender. "Listen, it's not- I didn't-"

"Save it." You spit on the mat, closest to his head. Turning, you meet Damian's gaze while pointing down at your cousin. "Put his ass on the mat. Chokeslam that cabrón!"

"It'll be my genuine pleasure, She-Wolf." Damian roars as he strips off the top half of his wrestling suit, then bends down to pick up Dominik.

Dominik tries to get away, but there's no use and Damian chokeslams him brutally. As he groans flat on his back, you push past the pain in your knee and start climbing the corner post. Once at the top rope, you stare down at your cousin who stares up with wide eyes.

Flipping Dominik off, you leap, and frog splash your own cousin before rolling over and getting back to your feet. Damian falls on top of Dominik for the pin and at the count of two, Liv rushes in. But before she can throw herself on the men to break the pin, you surprise her with a spear.

The bell rings and you remain crouched, trying to catch your breath.

Jey and Damian turn around in the ring, offering you hugs for a job well done. Even Rhea rolls into the ring, fist bumping you for taking the win. And when Damian notices you are favoring one leg over the other, he goes to support most of your weight you as Jey excitedly yeets with the crowd.

Jey's smile falters when he notices Damian supporting you and he walks up to you. He grabs you by the chin, tilting your face a certain way to find where you're bleeding from.

"M'fine." You pull your face from your grasp.

"You got a cut by the temple."

"Yeah." Huffing a laugh, you flash him a grin. "Liv caught me with a monitor. That bitch."

Jimmy suddenly jostles his brother, and you turn away, only to bump into Roman. As the others are celebrating the win, you're wincing up at your Tribal Chief.

"Need a medic?" His voice rumbles.

"Nah." You blink and then sway on the spot. "Maybe," you then amend. "And then when I'm all patched up, I want food. I'm surprisingly starving."

"Chicken tenders and ranch?"

"You know it."

Roman grins down at you before lifting your arm and draping it around his neck, helping you walk to the ropes. You crouch down and slide beneath them, surprisingly finding Damian already outside the ring and helping you hop down. You thank him, but then Roman is there and lifting you off your feet in a bridal carry.

As the crowd cheers, you groan and wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. "I hate you. They're gonna start shipping us if you're not careful."

Roman merely smirks and continues to walk you backstage.

(End of segment broadcast.)

Behind the curtain and off camera, you're congratulated by everyone who'd been watching. Those in the women's division are stoked about how you and Liv put it all on the line like you did. Then after the congratulations are over, Roman and Jey escort you to the medic where the small cut by your temple is cleaned and patched up with a butterfly bandage.

There's a brief segment you all shoot, a victory dinner of sorts where it's nothing but chicken tenders, fries, and ranch. Damian, Rhea, and Jey take great pleasure in joking about Dom and chicken tendies while you, Jimmy, and Roman watch from the other side of the table. It's an odd dynamic with the goofiness on one side and the stoic seriousness on the other. But it isn't until Jimmy reaches for something on your plate that you snap out of watching everyone across the table, your hand snapping out and slapping his hand away.

The slap garners everyone's attention, Jey snorting at his twin holding his hand to his chest with a look of betrayal on his face.

Both Damian and Rhea chuckle.

"Never touch the tendies," she muses.

"Yeah," Damian rumbles. "That family has a weird thing about food."

You turn to glare at Damian, only to end up rolling your eyes. "Do not."

"Do too." Rhea smirks. Suddenly, the amusement fades as she says, "You know, I had my doubts about you when Jey said you could fill in. Family versus family is messy and you almost proved me right when you refused to kick Dom's teeth in." Remembering the betrayal makes you tense and Roman drapes an arm around the back of your shoulders. "But when you had Damian chokeslam him before you frog splashed him." She groans, smiling. "God, that was so good to watch."

Huffing a laugh, you nod. "If you ever need assistance with my primo, I'm only a phone call away." Smile fading, you also add. "And if you need a hand with that pinche puta, call me. I owe her one," you say while gesturing to the bandage at your temple.

Rhea smiles evilly and they cut the segment.

The storyline with Bloodline vs. Bloodline ended up exploding and coming to an end when Nia made her grand return, interrupting your match against Tiffany Stratton. When Nia had gotten her hands on you, Tiffany knew what to do and set up a table just outside the ring. Nia tossed you out of the ring after beating down on you, and before Jimmy or Roman could interfere, she put you through a table as payback.

And that- that was not acceptable to the Tribal Chief.

Roman Reigns had been a force to be reckoned with before there was ever a female he felt protective over, so after seeing you lying nearly unconscious in the wreckage of a table, it sent him off the deep end. For Bad Blood, Roman wanted Bloodline vs. Bloodline, and he got it.

But needless to say, Solo and his Bloodline was no match for the wrath that Roman unleashed. Even Jimmy and Jey were surprised, but the match ended and Roman made everyone acknowledge him.

Having then been given some time off so the industry can roll out other storylines, you gladly take the time to fly back home. You and Jey are very much still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, so he flies out to his own apartment to pack a few bags before flying out back to you.

Being alone with Jey in your house is a completely different experience than when it was him and the others. This time around, while still fun, there's also a sense of domesticity that should scare you. Instead, it brings you a feeling of happiness and rightness, and you can tell Jey feels the exact same way when he easily makes himself at home in your space.

You're grateful for the time off, especially since your birthday falls during your break. But since you've never made a big deal out of your birthdays, you don't mention it to Jey. The only reason he finds out is because Dominik sneaks into your house early the morning of, along with a couple of your friends.

You're sleeping peacefully when you feel something tickle your nose and you continuously swat at it until muffled laughter pulls you fully into wakefulness. When your eyes blink open, Dominik is crouched on your free side.

"Happy birthday, prima."

"Go away, Dom."

As you move to turn over and hide away against Jey's slumbering form, you spot Rhea standing atop your bed with a party hat on her head and a party horn in her mouth. "Happy birthday!" She shouts, now bouncing and tooting the horn in her mouth.

Jey jerks away, confused as hell, and when your gaze darts to the towering form at the end of your bed, your eyes narrow on a smirking Damian. "Priest?"

"Happy birthday, hermana." From behind his back, Damian produces a large confetti popper and pops it over you.

Multi-colored confetti rain down on you and you groan as you fall against the mattress. "I hate you guys. I love you, but I hate you. Get out."

"What is going on?" Jey finally asks. As you try to pull the blanket up and over your head, Dominik yanks it away.

"It's YN's birthday. Didn't you know?"

"Dom," you whine. "You know I don't celebrate. Why would I tell anyone?"

"It's your birthday?" When you meet Jey's gaze, he looks hurt. "You should have said something."

"No, babe. No," you say. As you cuddle up to him, you shake your head. "I honestly don't celebrate. I don't like dressing up for dinner reservations or going to places where they sing happy birthday to you and everyone watches in awkward silence. I just.." you trail off, sighing tiredly and knowing full well these pushy individuals are going to make you do something for your day. "If I had to choose the perfect way to spend my birthday, it's laid up in my own house while wearing the comfiest clothes I own with a smorgasbord of food in front of me and marathoning my favorite show or movies."

"Say less," Damian muses. "We're doing exactly that then."

Rhea starts excitedly bouncing at the end of your bed. "Now get up. I'm taking you out for manis and pedis, and to get the color in your hair retouched."

"Rhea," you groan.

"Nope. Up."

"Jey?" You glance at your boyfriend, hoping he'd be of some help. You're not that lucky.

"Up." He slowly grins. "But first, a shower." You roll back over with another groan, trying to burrow into your bed, only for Jey to slap you on the ass. "Get up. We're gonna shower, you're gonna go out with Rhea for a girl's day, and all the while we're gonna get shit done here."

"Fine." Very reluctantly, you start to get up. Rhea cheers, but then everyone with the exception of Jey vacates the upper level of your house.

As you and Jey both collect clothes, you disappear into the bathroom together.

He gets the water going, the bathroom steaming up just how you like it. When Jey turns around, before he can strip out of his briefs, you embrace him in a tight hug. With your arms around his waist and forehead pressing against his shoulder, you say, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Don't even worry 'bout it, baby girl." His arms wrap around you in return. "Some people like big and flashy, some people don't. And can I just say I'm actually pretty relieved you just wanna chill?"

You huff a laugh. "I figured you would be. Me and you are the same when it comes to downtime."

"Mhm. But before I send you off with Rhea…" Jey pulls away to mess with his phone he'd brought into the bathroom with him, along with a bluetooth speaker. "We're gonna start your birthday how it should have been started had I known we was gonna be celebrating you."

You frown at his back, brow furrowed. But then the familiar tune of a song resonates around the bathroom, and you can't help but bark out a laugh. Birthday Sex fills the air you readily strip out of your tank top and shorts when he turns around. "You're determined to traumatize our friends, aren't you?"

"They'll only be traumatized if you can't keep quiet."

"Birthday Sex is blaring. I think they know what's about to go down."

Jey slowly smirks and pushes down his briefs. "Only the best for my girl."

You laugh as Jey lunges for you, kissing you as he picks you up and walks you into the shower, under the heated spray. He then proceeds to start your birthday off the right way with a couple of orgasms before sending you on your way.

. .

. .

Rhea ends up taking you out for brunch before taking you to get your undercut touched up and redyeing the red in your hair, then out for mani/pedis. Through it all, she takes pics and videos. You and her serenade each other during brunch with some Justin Bieber song that had been playing over the speakers, but your favorite probably has to be when you're walking to her car after your hair is all done up and she's blaring We Like to Party by Vengaboys. You start dancing in the middle of the parking lot as she records you, laughing. With those videos in her arsenal, she then surprises you and her fans with a birthday post dedicated to her real-life bestie and that she'd forever be grateful to Dom for introducing the two of you.

When you finally get home, it's just a little after five in the evening. The boys had apparently been busy while you were gone, putting up a birthday banner, streamers, and placing balloon clusters all around the place. Your kitchen island is filled with all sorts of birthday treats and you can't help but laugh when you see it.

"Happy birthday!" Damian, Jey, and Dominik cheer when they see you.

You shake your head, accepting hugs, and then waving off Dominik and Damian when they mention needing to leave to go get the food they'd ordered. Walking up to Jey, you kiss him as he smiles, uncaring that Rhea has her phone pointed at the two of you.

Jey rubs a thumb across the undercut on the side of your head, then leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Have fun with Rhea?"

"Of course, but I missed you."

"Of course you did." He kisses you again before patting your butt. "Now go get changed. There's some stuff laid out on the bed for you."

"Yes, sir." Jey freezes and you wink, laughing as his gaze turns heated before you rush out of the kitchen.

"You two are disgustingly adorable," Rhea muses.

Jey snaps out of his lustful thoughts, pointing at Rhea and the phone in her hand. "Send me any and all pics that you have of me and YN. I'm gonna make a birthday post later."

"You finally gonna let the world know that Jey Uso is a taken man?" She slowly smiles.

"Yeah. I know the industry likes us to keep personal relationships off our socials, but that's my girl, 'ya know? I'm not tryin' to hide her."

"Good. Text the others, especially Jimmy and Roman. I know for a fact they have some good ones of the two of you."

"Good idea, uce."

Upstairs, you're staring at the outfit Jey had left out for you- a white crop top with a pair of gray sweats that say Uso on the ass, and a pink and silver birthday sash. You laugh and get dressed, careful not to mess up your hair since it's styled quite nicely. You even add a light layer of makeup so you don't look like death has warmed over in any inevitable photos, and then put on socks before heading downstairs.

"Pictures!" Rhea whoops when she sees you. "And you can't say no."

Laughing, you and Rhea take pics in front of all your birthday treats before she switches out with Jey, and you take even more pictures with him. Jey then proceeds to pull a cake out from the refrigerator and hand it to you.

"It's not much since it was all last minute," he says, "but I hope you like it."

It's a round, two-tier cake done up in various shades of purple with a marble effect. There are icing flowers along the bottom and edible pearls around the top tier with Happy Birthday, YN written in cursive on top. You smile down at it before glancing up at Jey. "It's perfect." He kisses you over the cake and then you pose with the cake as Rhea instructs you.

When Dominik and Damian eventually get back with the food, they set everything out on your coffee table while you queue up Criminal Minds on your TV.

Amidst the good food, defending that the Criminal Minds episodes with Hotch were better than those without, and some much-needed laughter, you're grateful for where you're currently at in life.

You had kept to yourself for most of your life, never getting too close to anyone. But then Dominik swooped in with these particular individuals who needed a place to stay.. and suddenly you wanted a life you never thought you'd ever have. You got the wrestling job, the man of your dreams, and friends who had quickly become family.

Then when the boys start clearing away the leftover food and instructing you to stay put, you cuddle up next to Rhea and take the moment to check the notifications on your phone. You have texts from Roman, Jimmy, Solo, Liv, and Nia that all wish you the happiest of days. You thank each of them personally and then check your social notifications. Apparently, Rhea's post blew up. The fans are all for the friendship between the two of you, and there are many questions about when Mami and the She-Wolf of the Bloodline will meet in the ring.

To tease the fans, you and Rhea snap two quick selfies- one of you with your heads tilted towards one another, cheesin' for the camera, and another with you kissing her cheek. You post them, thanking her for the much-needed girl's day. Then afterwards, you check out Roman and Jimmy's post that they had also dedicated to you- each Samoan posting candids they'd taken of you, and pics that others had taken when they caught you with them as the She-Wolf or during training as you looked up to Roman and Jimmy as they walked you through some moves they wanted you to try out. But the thing that really gets you are their captions where they both mention you as the little sister they'd always wanted and are happy to finally have.

As you're thanking them for their heartfelt words, a notification pops up about Jey tagging you in a new post. Without looking at him, you open his post and your emotions are quick to well up. The first picture is of you holding your birthday cake, nose scrunched up as you laugh. The second is one of you and Jey goofing off in your pool, the third is of you and him from Smackdown with your mask on, the fourth is of you goofing off with Solo, the fifth is one of you sleeping on the plane, the sixth is of Roman giving you a piggyback ride, but it's the seventh and eighth ones that make your breath hitch.

For the world to see, Jey posted a pic of you and him cuddling on your couch, followed by another one of you kissing.

@JeyUso_WWE: Speaking as Jey Uso, the man (not the wrestler), I'd like to take a moment to celebrate this wonderful woman. I don't like gettin' too personal on here, but these past several months have been such a whirlwind of work and the good fortune of finally findin' the girl of my dreams that I just needed to share it with the world. enterusename came into my life when I least expected it, but I am so blessed to have her by my side, doin' what we love and surroundin' ourselves with friends and family who just get us. Happy birthday, baby. Though I didn't find out it was your birthday until @DirtyDom_WWE, @DamianPriest_WWE, and @RheaRipley_WWE broke in and woke us up by jumpin' on the bed and poppin' a confetti popper over us, I hope you had a great day. Now will you please stop readin' this and get yo ass in this kitchen so we can cut the cake?

Laughing, you quickly wipe at the tears that had gathered in the corner of your eyes, like Jey's post, and type out a quick reply.

@enterusername: Te amo, bebe.

As you toss your phone aside, you get up, followed by Rhea, and enter the kitchen. You immediately hug Jey, kissing him. "Love you too, baby." You smile against his mouth, heart swelling at the affection you have for this man. "But seriously, can we cut this cake?"

Author's Note: I am so sorry for the abrupt ending! I rambled and I didn't know where to cut it off lmao.

Spanish translations: Güera/Güerita - White girl (slang) Prima - Female cousin Sucia - Dirty girl (can be slang to also mean offense to someone) Cabrón - Bastard/Asshole (you get the idea lol) Pinche puta - Fucking bitch (slang) Hermana - Sister. Te amo, bebe - I love you, baby.

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Jey: I’ll speak French between your legs~

Rhea: HOTTEST THING I HAVE EVER BEEN TOLD-

Naomi, containing her laughter: I can just imagine someone saying ‘bonjour’ to a penis-

Jimmy: BONJOUR MADEMOISELLE VAGINA, HON HON TITTY CROISSANT!

Damian: Titty croissant!?

Roman: None of you should ever be having sex-