#we want Ucey

[xbriexx]

At this point fans need to take it into their own hands #WeWantJey in this bitch. Papa H ain’t cutting it fuck long term story telling.

Tbh... Im already crashing out cause I KNOW Jey isn't gonna win.

#1. They ain't letting him take the title off of Bron. Like let's be forreal.

#2. Jimmy is still lurking around and TBH even though SOLO took him out, he probably still has beef w/ Jey.

#3. Solo and the Temu Bloodline are still LURKING!

I THINK SOLO IS GOING TO BE PARANOID AS FUCK. HE KNOWS ALL ROMAN'S GAMEPLANS.. SO HE MOST DEFINITELY MIGHT TRY TO TAKE JEY OUT.

#4. ROMAN IS STILL LURKING. THAT MAN DID NOT FORGET THAT JEY LEFT. OR BECAME TAG TEAM CHAMPION W. CODY OR STOOD AGAINST HIM TO HELP AID CODY RIGHT BEFORE WM.

JEY IS NOT SAFE! HE MIGHT THINK HE IS , BUT HE ISN'T.

[romanreignsbae]

I’ll help you - R.R

Me and my boyfriend Joe of 2 years now have always supported eachother no matter the circumstances. More recently Joe's schedule has been hectic as ever, because football season has started and he has a minor problem consuming him.

Since he came into college on a full ride scholarship for football this doesn't mean grades don't matter. He's an student athlete so his grades are always took into consideration before football.

Me and him have basically have all our classes together. In one class specifically, he's been struggling and is on the verge of failing, if his grade goes any lower, he will be taken off the football team until it goes back up and he can't have that.

We have a test in 2 days that's worth enough to bring his mark back up, so here I am in our dorm room trying to help him study.

I'm explaining the question thoroughly to make sure he understands. "So, Joe do you get it?" I ask him. I get no response so I look up at him seeing he's staring at me in awe. He then keeps eye contact while pushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. I blush profusely.

"Your so gorgeous baby, you know that" he talks in low voice while questioning me. But no- I can't fall for this right now.

"No Joe don't try to sweet talk your way outta this, you gotta get your grade up otherwise you won't be able to play" I remind him. He groans loudly before throwing his head back clearly annoyed.

I don't blame him because this is a pretty hard class, even for me. "C'mon Joe-" I get cut off with lips being smashed onto mines.

I try to pull away but he only deepens the kiss. I decide to let him get everything outta him, before I lecture him a little. He pulls away smiling at me with a proud look on his face. He reaches out and runs his finger over my now bruised bottom lip.

"Joe now seriously let's do a few more questions…then we can lay down and take a nap together" I try to compromise.

"Alright fine" he replies. What takes about 30 minutes we get through about 4 questions and I can see Joe's kinda starting to get the hang of it.

"Can we finally lay down?!” he pleads me in a whiny voice.

I nod my head and leads me to our bed. I lay down on my back and he crawls on top of me, laying his head on my chest. I start running my hands through his hair and within a few minutes I hear light snores. Before I know it I feel myself falling into a deep sleep too.

I wake up the next morning and get ready for my first class. I always wake up earlier then Joe because I like a fresh start to my day. I usually wake Joe up around 15 minutes before we leave cause he barely takes any time to get ready.

We get through all our classes and before we know it, it's break. Me and Joe hold hands walking through the courtyard. Usually during break we just sit under a tree and chill. I read occasionally if he wants to throw a football around with his friends. But it's rare cause he claims he would rather spend his time with me.

We place ourselves down under the big tree that gives a shadow to block the sun. I open my book bag and pull out the text books we need for him to study.

"Babyyyy nooo, not during break" he whines. I try not to giggle at his tone.

"Yes Joe, you have a practice that runs late tonight, when you get home your not gonna wanna study and the test is tomorrow, so you need to study" I explain.

He surprisingly complies and nods while he leans his head onto my shoulder.

"Ok so I'm gonna give you a few practice questions, and if you need help wait until the end, I want you to try these yourself at first" I announce.

I grab my notebook and write out a few questions. I hand the book over to him and I see him writing. A few minutes later he hands me back the notebook.

He had a confident look on his face and I hate to burst his bubble but these were all wrong. "Joe sweetie, these are wrong, but you got all the steps right, your just rushing the end" I exclaim.

He's truly so smart he just needs to try harder, and if he did I'm confident he would be doing phenomenal in all his classes.

"I know, I just don't have any motivation for this type stuff" he tells me. He leans forward and tries to give me a kiss. I back away and he groans.

"Y/n baby, please let me kiss you" he begs. A idea then pops into my head.

"Okay Joe, how bout every question you get right, you get a kiss, but… don't rush otherwise you won't get one" I compromise to him.

His eyes light up. He shoots up and sits up straight. "Yeah yeah lets do that, gimme some questions" he says almost excitedly. I laugh at his excitement.

I hand him the notebook and this time he takes about 20 minutes, I calmly read waiting for him.

I look over the answers and squeal. "Yes Joe! These are all right! I'm so proud of you, your gonna do great on the test" I exclaim.

He smiles at me proudly "that's because I have the best tutor" he tells me. He then quickly pulls me by my sweater and smashes his lips onto mine. We share a mini makeout session, until I feel my head throbbing in pain.

I quickly pull away and keep my eyes shut, the pain is so bad. "Hey! What the fuck man! Why the fuck would you do that" I hear Joe yelling.

I open my eyes and see that a football is right beside me. Great. I've had a football thrown at my head.

"Owww" I whine out while trying to contain myself from crying.

Joe collects all my books and puts them into my bag, he then picks me up and I nuzzle my face into his neck, his cologne calming and distracting me from the pain.

When he stops walking I open my eyes to see we are in the nurses office. Joe explains what happend to me to the nurse.

She quickly tests me out. "Ok well, it's not a concussion, but I suggest you rest now, stay home from school tomorrow and go back if you feel right" she tells me.

I thank her and we leave, while we walk to our dorm room, Joe's shit talking the guy who through the football at me, and about how he's gonna beat him up during practice.

When we get back Joe lays me down on our bed and gets a ice pack placing it on my head.

"I'm gonna stay here, instead of go to practice today" he lets me know.

I feel guilt wash over me. "No no, go Joe I'll be alright" I try to convince him. He doesn't budge at all though and pulls me onto his chest.

The rest of the night we spend cuddled up in our bed watching movies and order takeout.

The next morning I wake up before Joe per usual and decided I don't feel good enough to go to school. I wake up Joe and inform him he needs to get ready, but I'll be staying here.

He offers to stay with me, but I protest since he has that test today.

"Your gonna do great baby, just remember take your time and double check your answers." I tell him.

When it's time for him to go he kisses me softly before asking if I need anything before he leaves, which i refuse to.

I spend my day reading a book I've needed to get to, I took the opportunity since I had nothing better to do.

I look at the time and see Joe should be back any minute. While I'm finishing the book I hear the door slam open. I turn to my side to see Joe with a massive smile on his face.

"Baby, baby! Look what I got on the test" he practically yells. He walks over to me and sticks his hand out. I take the paper from him to see '93%' bolded in red in the corner of the page.

"Joe, you did it! I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you!" I tell him excitedly.

The rest of the night is a calm night, I decide I need some fresh air so I sit on the bleachers reading during Joe's practice. And we spend our night embraced in each other's arms.

[dynamitekansai]

Y’all wanna know why I did it? Because I had to. I had to. I ain’t wanna do it. I ain’t wanna do it! I ain’t had no choice! I never had a choice, because HE is my BLOOD!  There’s one person I blame. There’s one person I blame, and that is you, Sami Zayn!

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Marilyn Monroe… a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 2: Calm..

Later that night, in her bedroom, the soft glow of Rhea’s phone screen illuminated her face. Liv was curled up beside her, sound asleep, her light snores a steady rhythm that blended into the quiet hum of the apartment. Rhea scrolled mindlessly, her finger brushing the screen as she flicked through videos and memes, not really focusing on anything.

A notification suddenly popped up.

“uceyjucey wants to send you a message.”

Rhea’s brow furrowed as she stared at the request, her curiosity piqued. She clicked on it, and there it was—a reel featuring Hana Kimura’s matches. Her heart clenched slightly as the video played, the reel showcasing Hana’s strength and charisma in the ring.

A small, genuine smile crept onto Rhea’s face. She tapped the screen, typing a response:

“Legend af. 🥹”

She sent it and waited, her thumb hovering above the screen, unsure of what—if anything—he would say back. A moment later, the familiar ping of a reply broke the silence.

“Hey, btw ur secret is safe w/ me.”

Rhea’s chest tightened at the message. She knew exactly what he meant—her attending the support group. It was both a relief and a reminder of the vulnerability they had shared in that room.

She typed back quickly, her fingers moving before she could overthink it:

“Thx, so is urs.”

The little “typing” bubble popped up almost immediately.

“Appreciate that.”

Rhea hesitated, unsure if she should let the conversation end there, but before she could stop herself, she sent another message:

“Didn’t expect to see you there tbh.”

“Same here,” Jey replied almost instantly. “Thought I was seeing things at first lol.”

Rhea shifted in bed, glancing briefly at Liv to make sure she was still asleep before typing again.

“Guess even people like us aren’t bulletproof, huh?”

A pause. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared a couple of times before his reply finally came through:

“Nah. We just hide the cracks better than most.”

Rhea stared at the message, the words hitting deeper than she expected.

“True. Didn’t think you’d be into Slipknot either,” she typed back, hoping to shift the tone just slightly.

“Surprised? Ucey’s got layers like an onion 🧅”

Rhea chuckled softly, shaking her head. She replied:

“Guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”

Another pause, but this time it felt more intentional, like Jey was weighing his words.

“You’ll see,” he finally sent. “Slipknot’s good, but Red Hot Chili Peppers… different kind of therapy🫠.”

Rhea smiled at that, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. “Under the Bridge” was still playing in her mind from earlier, the lyrics weaving through her thoughts.

“Yeah,” she typed back. “I think I get it now.”

“You will,” he replied. “One day.”

For a moment, neither of them sent anything. Rhea leaned her head back against the pillow, her heart feeling heavier but… not in a bad way.

“Goodnight, Rhea,” his next message finally came.

“Goodnight, Jey,” she replied.

She locked her phone and set it down on her bedside table, staring up at the ceiling. The weight of the day lingered, but somehow, knowing Jey understood that weight made it feel just a little easier to carry.

—

Jey tucked his phone into his pocket and powered down the treadmill, his legs trembling from exertion. Sweat drenched his shirt, clinging uncomfortably to his skin, but the burn in his muscles was welcome. It was the only kind of pain he could control. He wiped his face with the towel draped around his neck, the fabric soaking up more than just sweat—it seemed to absorb the heaviness he carried, if only for a moment.

The air inside the house was warmer than outside, a sharp contrast to the biting chill that had numbed his skin during his run. Jey liked running in the cold; it kept him present, focused on the sting in his lungs and the ache in his legs rather than the relentless darkness in his head.

He stepped into the kitchen, where Jon was waiting for him. For the past five months, this house had been Jey's sanctuary. After his last suicide attempt-the one that nearly ended it all— Jon and Trinity insisted he move in with them. It wasn't just concern anymore; it was necessity.

Jon's voice broke through Jey's thoughts. "Jey, ready for your meds?"

Jey glanced up, his face unreadable. "Yeah, l'm coming," he replied, the words feeling like a routine, an obligation.

He approached the counter, where Jon had set out a small plastic organizer filled with pills. Jey grabbed a bottle of water, twisting the cap off as Jon handed him two pills: Venlafaxine, his lifeline against the crushing weight of depression, and Zolpidem, his only defense against the sleepless nights that seemed to stretch endlessly.

"How was the run?" Jon asked, watching Jey closely as he swallowed the pills.

"It was fine," Jey said gruffly, avoiding eye contact.

Jon nodded, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. "You good?"

Jey shrugged, the familiar ache in his chest tightening. "I'm here, ain't I?"

Jon sighed, the lines on his face deepening.

"Yeah, you're here," he said softly.

Jey knew what his brother wasn't saying-that there were six times he almost wasn't here. The first attempt was almost impulsive: a bottle of whiskey and a handful of painkillers after a night of overwhelming guilt and self-loathing. He woke up in a haze, confused and angry that he had failed.

The second time was more calculated. He wrote a note, left it on the kitchen counter, and tried to hang himself in his garage. Jon had found him just in time, cutting him down with trembling hands and tears streaming down his face.

The third was a car crash. Jey drove his truck at full speed toward a tree, only to swerve at the last second. The shame of his cowardice-or maybe it was survival instinct-ate at him for weeks.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth attempts blurred together: a cocktail of pills, a knife held too long against his wrist, standing on the edge of a bridge for hours. Each time, he was pulled back by something-sometimes Jon, sometimes sheer chance.

But the seventh attempt was the closest. He'd raided Jon's medicine cabinet, swallowing nearly an entire bottle of alprazolam before collapsing in the bathroom. Jon found him again, his twin's panicked voice the last thing Jey remembered before everything went black. He woke up in a hospital bed, his stomach pumped and his body exhausted.

That was when Jon put his foot down, moving Jey into his home and refusing to let him out of his sight for weeks.

"Trin made food if you're hungry," Jon said now, breaking the heavy silence.

"I'm good," Jey muttered, tossing the empty water bottle into the recycling bin.

Jon hesitated, his gaze lingering on Jey. "You know we're proud of you, right?"

Jey's throat tightened, the words hitting harder than they should have. "Yeah," he said quietly, his voice almost cracking. "I know."

Jon didn't press further. He gave Jey a pat on the shoulder before heading into the living room, leaving Jey alone in the kitchen.

Jey leaned against the counter, his hands gripping the edge as he stared down at the empty organizer. The pills helped, but they didn't fix him.

Nothing really did. Most days, it felt like he was walking on a thin wire, one misstep away from falling into the void again.

He trudged upstairs to his room, shutting the door behind him and collapsing onto the bed. The room was dark, but the darkness didn't scare him anymore-it was familiar, a reflection of everything he felt inside.

—

February 6th 2025 8:41 AM

The next morning, sunlight seeped through the blinds, softly illuminating the room. Jey groaned as he stirred, the lingering weight of medication-induced sleep clinging to his body. His limbs felt heavy, as if gravity was stronger in his world. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to summon the will to face the day.

Finally, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet hitting the cool floor. With a deep breath, he pushed himself to his feet and shuffled to the bathroom.

The shower stall was sparse, its contents deliberately limited. A trial-sized bottle of shampoo and conditioner, a bar of soap, and a washcloth were all that sat on the small shelf. No razors, no sharp edges—Trinity had made sure of that. Jey stared at the items for a moment before turning the water on.

The warm stream hit his skin, and he stood under it for a while, letting the heat ease the tension in his shoulders. It was one of the few moments where his mind wasn’t racing, where the noise in his head quieted just enough for him to breathe. He scrubbed himself down methodically, the routine grounding him.

After rinsing off, he stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He wiped the fogged mirror with the side of his hand and stared at his reflection. His face looked older than it should have—dark circles under his eyes, lines etched from stress and sleepless nights. He brushed his teeth slowly, staring at the mirror as if searching for something in himself.

Once he was dressed, his mullet brushed back, Jey made his way downstairs. The smell of breakfast greeted him, a mix of eggs and bacon sizzling in the pan. Trinity stood at the stove, moving with practiced ease as she cooked.

“Morning,” she greeted without turning around, her tone light but watchful.

“Morning,” Jey replied quietly, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table.

She plated his breakfast—eggs, bacon, and two slices of toast—and set it in front of him before leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand. “You’ve got some stuff to do today,” she said, her tone casual but firm.

Jey picked up his fork, poking at his eggs. “What do I need to do?”

Trinity sipped her coffee before listing off his schedule. “Haircut at eleven. Appointment with Dr. Barrera at twelve-thirty. Then you’ve got another appointment with Dr. Simon at two. And your social worker will be stopping by at four.”

Jey nodded, taking a bite of bacon. He didn’t complain or argue—there was no point. His days had been structured like this for months, every hour accounted for in an effort to keep him busy, keep him safe.

“Where’s Jon?” he asked between bites.

Trinity set her mug down. “He had to fly to Arizona for SmackDown. Left early this morning.”

Jey nodded again. It wasn’t unusual for Jon to leave for work—it was part of his life in the WWE. Jey had been used to being on the road with him, traveling to shows, living the grind. But now, he was stuck here, sidelined and waiting for the green light to return.

He was supposed to be working too, but WWE management had been clear: he needed to get mentally healthy before he could step back into the ring. It wasn’t just about being physically fit—it was about proving he could handle the pressures of their world again.

In the meantime, Jon and Trinity carried the weight of their household. Jon handled SmackDown, Trinity took care of RAW, and Jey… Jey just existed. The only time all three of them were under the same roof was on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, a brief overlap before the cycle began again.

Trinity studied him as he ate, her expression softening. “You doing okay?” she asked gently.

Jey shrugged, not looking up. “I’m here.”

“That’s a start,” she said, her voice kind but steady.

Jey finished his plate, rinsing it off in the sink. As he turned to Trinity, he said quietly, “Thanks for breakfast.”

“Always,” she replied, her gaze lingering on him as he walked out of the kitchen.

The day ahead felt heavy, but Jey knew he’d get through it. He had to.

—

Rhea’s alarm blared, jolting her awake. The harsh sound filled the room, but she didn’t immediately move, staring up at the ceiling as the remnants of sleep clung to her. After a moment, she took a deep breath, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and got up.

The smell of pancakes drifted through the apartment, along with the faint sound of clinking dishes. She stretched as she made her way to the in-room bathroom, turning on the light and squinting at herself in the mirror.

She grabbed her toothbrush and started brushing her teeth, her movements slow but deliberate. Her hair was a tangled mess, and she brushed through it next, wincing as the knots pulled at her scalp.

Rhea turned on the shower, the sound of water filling the small space. She stepped in, letting the warm spray wash over her. The stall was bare except for a built-in dispenser filled with shampoo, conditioner, and body wash—a gift from Liv. It was simple but functional, and most importantly, it eliminated anything that could be misused. A soft poof hung from a hook, another touch from Liv to ensure Rhea had what she needed but nothing more.

Rhea went through her routine, scrubbing herself down and rinsing off. The water was soothing, a small moment of peace before the day began.

After drying off and dressing in comfortable clothes, she made her way to the living room. Liv was already at the dining table, her plate half-empty. She looked up as Rhea entered and offered a small smile.

“Plate’s in the microwave,” Liv said simply, her tone casual but warm.

Rhea nodded and went to grab her breakfast. She pulled out the plate and sat across from Liv at the table. On her plate were egg whites, protein pancakes, and turkey bacon—Liv’s attempt at making sure Rhea ate something healthy and filling.

Rhea took a bite of the pancakes, the faint taste of vanilla and maple syrup comforting. Liv glanced at her but didn’t say anything at first, giving Rhea the space to eat in silence.

“How’d you sleep?” Liv finally asked, breaking the quiet.

Rhea shrugged as she chewed. “Okay, I guess. Could’ve been worse.”

Liv nodded, as if that was the answer she’d been expecting. “You have anything planned today?”

Rhea swallowed her bite, considering the question. “Not really. Might go for a walk later or something.”

Liv didn’t press further, knowing better than to push Rhea into anything. Instead, she said, “Well, Raquel’s off today too, so if you want some company, let us know.”

Rhea gave a small nod, appreciating the offer but unsure if she’d take them up on it. The weight of their support was always present, but it wasn’t suffocating. They tread lightly, giving her the space she needed while still making sure she wasn’t completely isolated.

The two of them finished their meals in comfortable silence, the sound of utensils against plates the only noise in the room. For Rhea, it was a quiet but steady start to the day—something she was learning to value more than she ever had before.

Rhea leaned back in her chair, watching Liv gather the plates and head to the sink. The sound of running water and the clinking of dishes filled the small apartment. She picked up her phone from the table and unlocked it, idly scrolling through her notifications and social media.

A story at the top of her feed caught her attention—Jey’s. The username @uceyjucey stood out, and she hesitated for a moment before clicking on it.

The picture was simple, he was dressed in an all white jogger and sweatpants set. The photo had a white heart emoji.

“Full day of activities when all I wanna do is sleep…”

Rhea frowned, her thumb hovering over the screen as she rewatched the short clip. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of understanding. She knew that feeling all too well—the weight of simply existing when everything inside you just wanted to shut down.

Liv’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “You good?”

Rhea glanced up to see Liv drying her hands with a dish towel, her eyes flickering toward the phone in Rhea’s hand.

“Yeah,” Rhea said quickly, locking her screen and setting the phone down. “Just scrolling.”

Liv nodded, not pressing further, and walked back toward the couch.

Rhea picked up her phone again, her thumb hesitating over the screen before she tapped out a quick message.

Rhea: “Feel that. Hope your day goes okay tho.”

She hesitated before hitting send, unsure if it was too much or too little. But something in her told her Jey might appreciate the gesture, even if he didn’t respond.

A few moments passed, and her phone vibrated with a reply.

Jey: “Appreciate it. U good?”

Rhea blinked, caught off guard by the question. It wasn’t a lot, but the fact that he asked felt… unexpected.

Rhea: “Trying to be. U know how it is.”

Jey: “Yeah. One day at a time.”

She smiled faintly at the screen, a small sense of camaraderie settling over her. It wasn’t much, just a brief exchange, but it felt like an anchor—a reminder that she wasn’t completely alone in what she was feeling.

Liv glanced over from the couch. “You coming to sit with me, or is your phone more exciting than me?”

Rhea smirked and stood, slipping her phone into her pocket. “Relax, I’m coming.”

But as she sat down next to Liv, the faint sense of connection from her conversation with Jey lingered, like a small flicker of light in an otherwise gray day.

—

Jey slumped into the familiar couch, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the floor. Dr. Barrera sat across from him, her notebook resting on her lap, but she didn’t pick up her pen just yet. She always gave him time to settle in, knowing his walls were high and his resistance even higher.

“How’s the week been, Jey?” she asked after a moment, her tone calm and even.

Jey shrugged, his gaze fixed on a spot on the carpet. “Same. Nothing new.”

Dr. Barrera nodded. “Still feeling stuck?”

He let out a quiet sigh. “Yeah.”

The session continued with more of the same—Dr. Barrera asking open-ended questions and Jey giving clipped, vague answers. She tried different approaches, steering the conversation toward his coping strategies, his relationship with Jon and Trinity, even the recent group meeting where Rhea’s presence had clearly lingered in his mind. But Jey deflected, offering little more than surface-level responses.

Time ticked by, the clock on the wall softly marking each passing second. Dr. Barrera glanced at it and decided to push one more time.

“Jey, I want to remind you that this space is yours,” she said, her voice still gentle but firm. “You don’t have to hold back here. You’re not being judged.”

Jey shifted uncomfortably, his jaw tightening. “I know.”

She waited, letting the silence stretch between them. Finally, as the session neared its end, Jey exhaled sharply and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Sometimes I feel like…what’s the point of all this?” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a murmur. “Talking about it doesn’t change anything. I still wake up feeling like shit. I still have to fight just to make it through the day.”

Dr. Barrera met his gaze, her expression empathetic but unwavering. “It’s true that change doesn’t happen overnight. But you have to let the process work, Jey. And that starts with you being honest—really honest—with yourself and with me. I’ve noticed you tend to hold back until the very end of our sessions. It’s a habit we need to address.”

Jey frowned, his defenses going up immediately. “I’m not holding back. I just…I don’t know what to say.”

Dr. Barrera gave him a small, understanding smile. “I think you do know. But it’s hard to say out loud, and that’s okay. What I want you to try is starting with those difficult thoughts earlier in our sessions. The sooner we get to the heart of what you’re feeling, the more we can work through it together.”

Jey leaned back, his arms crossed again. “Easier said than done.”

“I know it’s not easy,” Dr. Barrera said, her tone steady. “But you’re here for a reason, Jey. You’ve already taken the hardest step by showing up. Now it’s about letting yourself be vulnerable, even when it feels uncomfortable. Can you try that for me next week?”

Jey hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line. Finally, he gave a reluctant nod. “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” she said, her smile warm. “One step at a time.”

As the session ended, Jey stood and adjusted his hoodie, his mind heavy with the conversation. He stepped back into the waiting room where Trinity was still seated, scrolling through her phone. She looked up and gave him a questioning glance.

“How’d it go?” she asked softly as they walked out together.

Jey shrugged. “Same as usual.”

Trinity didn’t press him, but she reached out and squeezed his shoulder as they headed for the car. It wasn’t much, but for Jey, even small steps felt like mountains. And today, he’d taken one.

After Jey’s second meeting with Dr. Simon, he sat in the passenger seat of Trinity’s car as they made their way back to the house. The weight of the session with Dr. Simon still lingered, the psychiatrist pushing Jey to talk more about his past, about the things that still haunted him. Jey had managed to keep his walls up for most of the session, but a few cracks had formed. He wasn’t ready to open up fully, but at least he hadn’t shut down completely. That was something.

As Trinity pulled into the driveway of their home, she noticed a car parked on the curb, an unfamiliar one. She slowed down and parked behind it, her curiosity piqued. She turned to Jey and gave him a half-smile.

“I don’t think we’re late,” she said, her voice low as she grabbed her bag.

Jey gave a small grunt, still not fully engaging in the moment. He was tired—tired of appointments, tired of talking, tired of the constant reminder of his struggles.

As they got out of the car, the assistant from Jey’s social worker, Ms. Martinez, rolled down her window, her expression professional but a bit strained. She gave them a polite nod as they approached.

“No worries,” the assistant said, her voice soft. “Ms. Martinez is out sick today, but she wanted to drop this off for Jey.”

She handed Trinity a thick manila envelope, sealed with the social worker’s name written on the front.

“She wants him to start working on this,” the assistant continued, gesturing to the envelope, “and be ready to take it for group on Wednesday.”

Trinity took the envelope and held it with a slight frown. She glanced down at Jey, who stood silently next to her, his gaze distant. The assistant’s tone was oddly detached, as if speaking to Trinity about Jey as if he weren’t standing right there.

Even though Jey was right there, it was clear from the assistant’s body language and the way she spoke that they were treating him like a child—like he wasn’t capable of making his own decisions or taking responsibility for his own recovery.

Trinity wasn’t surprised, but it still grated on her. Jey was an adult, and while his mental health struggles were serious, he wasn’t helpless. She exchanged a quick look with him before shifting her focus back to the assistant.

“Okay, I’ll make sure he works on it,” Trinity said, her voice more neutral than it probably should’ve been. “Anything else?”

The assistant nodded, looking at her phone before speaking again. “The next group session is rescheduled for next week. After that, we’ll schedule a follow-up appointment for Jey with Ms. Martinez.”

Trinity nodded, acknowledging the information, though she didn’t say anything else. She wanted to get inside, away from this uncomfortable exchange. Jey, who had been quiet the entire time, finally spoke up.

“Thanks,” he said flatly, his eyes still focused on the ground.”

The assistant smiled faintly. “You’re welcome, Mr. Fatu. Take care.”

With that, she rolled up her window and drove off, leaving Jey and Trinity standing in the driveway with the envelope.

Trinity turned to Jey, the weight of the situation settling on her shoulders. “You okay?”

Jey shrugged, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. Just tired.”

She didn’t push further, sensing that now wasn’t the time for more questions. Instead, she gently squeezed his shoulder as they made their way into the house. Inside, the house was quiet, the kind of silence that only came after a long day of appointments and uncertainty.

Trinity placed the envelope on the counter and looked at Jey. “Let’s get you settled, okay? We’ll work through it together.”

Jey gave her a small, appreciative nod, though his eyes remained distant. He wasn’t ready to face whatever was in that envelope, but for now, it could wait. As they sat down together, Trinity knew this was just another step in the long process, another hurdle to get over, and Jey knew it too.

—

The assistant drove to Ms. Martinez’s final appointment of the day, her car gliding through the quiet streets as the evening sun began to set. When she arrived at the apartment complex, she parked near the entrance, glancing at the address to confirm she was at the right building. After taking a moment to gather the paperwork, she exited her car and approached door 4B. She knocked on the door gently, not wanting to alarm anyone inside.

Liv opened the door, her familiar, friendly smile greeting Melanie. “Hello, Melanie. Where’s Marina?” Liv asked, standing aside to let her into the apartment.

“Marina is out sick today,” Melanie replied, her tone polite yet professional. “She has me covering her clients. I just need to drop something off for Ms. Bennett. If you could make sure Demi fills it out before her next group session on Wednesday, that would be perfect.”

Liv’s face softened at the mention of Rhea’s real name, Demi. She nodded, immediately taking the folder from Melanie’s hand. “Of course, I’ll make sure Rhea finishes it. Thanks for bringing this over.”

Melanie looked around the apartment for a moment before continuing, her eyes scanning the surroundings. “I also need to do a quick inspection to make sure Demi’s area is clear of any instruments,” she added, her voice slightly more serious. “We want to ensure everything’s safe, especially with the progress she’s been making.”

Liv felt a wave of discomfort pass through her, but she understood. It had been part of their routine ever since Rhea had started her recovery journey. She led Melanie inside, making sure to give her a warm but quiet greeting as she passed by.

As they stepped into the living room, Liv glanced toward the hallway leading to Rhea’s bedroom. She was well aware of the struggles Rhea had faced—too many times, Liv had found her on the edge, and they were all doing what they could to make sure she stayed safe. The inspections were just another part of the system that had been put in place to protect her.

“So,” Liv said as they walked toward Rhea’s room, trying to shift the conversation to something lighter. “How’s Marina doing? Is she going to be alright?”

Melanie sighed softly, clearly not wanting to share too much. “She’ll be fine, just a little under the weather. But I’ll be handling everything until she’s back. It’s just one of those days, you know?”

“Yeah,” Liv replied, the understanding evident in her tone. She didn’t push further, leading Melanie into the bedroom where Rhea kept most of her things. The room was tidy, as always, and nothing looked out of place. Melanie began her inspection, moving with the precision of someone who had done this many times before. Rhea was currently taking a nap, not wanting to be disturbed, she had Red Hot Chili Peppers playing on her Apple AirPod Max’s, a general signal to Liv and Raquel: don’t touch me.

As Liv watched, she tried to ignore the underlying tension that always accompanied these moments. She knew it was necessary—she wanted Rhea to be safe, but it still felt intrusive, especially knowing how much Rhea had already been through.

After a few minutes, Melanie nodded to herself and gave Liv a reassuring look, lowering her voice for Rhea’s state. “Everything looks good here,” she said, stepping back. “Just make sure Demi keeps up with the paperwork, and I’ll check in again soon.”

“Of course,” Liv replied, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She followed Melanie back to the living room, the whole process feeling like one more layer of the walls around Rhea’s world.

“Thanks for stopping by,” Liv said, her voice sincere. “We’ll take care of it.”

Melanie gave her a curt nod, before turning to head for the door. “I’ll be in touch if anything else comes up. Take care, Liv.”

“You too,” Liv answered, shutting the door softly after Melanie left. She leaned against it for a moment, feeling the weight of the responsibilities on her shoulders. The next few days would be critical for Rhea’s recovery, and Liv knew she wasn’t in this alone—but it didn’t make it any easier.

She turned to look at the stack of papers on the kitchen counter, a reminder of the constant work ahead. It wasn’t just about filling out forms or checking rooms for safety; it was about making sure Rhea felt seen, understood, and supported. But for now, all Liv could do was hope that Rhea would make it through another day, and that one day, she would truly believe that she was worth saving.

—

February 12th, 2025 5:51 PM

The following week arrived, and Wednesday rolled around like a slow, gray cloud. Jey felt like he was moving underwater. The increased dosage of his medication had dulled the sharp edges of his mind but left him feeling heavy, sluggish. Sleep no longer brought rest, just a blank void that he couldn’t seem to shake. Still, he dragged himself through the motions.

He parked his car outside the community center and took a deep breath, staring at the entrance for a moment before grabbing the Manila folder from the passenger seat. The weight of the papers inside felt heavier than it should have—like everything else lately. He stepped out, the crisp air barely registering as he trudged up the familiar steps.

Inside, the community center buzzed with quiet activity. He walked through the hallways, nodding at a few volunteers he recognized. His eyes scanned the meeting room as he entered, but something felt… off. She wasn’t there. Rhea—Demi—wasn’t in her usual spot.

Jey frowned, his gaze lingering on the empty chair where she usually sat. Her absence was like a missing piece in a puzzle, throwing the whole room’s energy off balance. He approached the sign-in table, where a volunteer greeted him with a polite smile.

“Your folder?” the volunteer asked, her voice cutting through his foggy thoughts.

Jey handed it over without a word, watching as she added it to the stack. He lingered for a moment, hoping she might say something—anything—about why Rhea wasn’t there. But she didn’t, and Jey resigned himself to his usual seat in the back corner of the room.

He sat down, his legs stretched out in front of him, arms folded across his chest. The hum of quiet conversations and shuffling papers filled the room, but Jey’s mind was elsewhere. He stared at the door, half-expecting Rhea to walk in at any moment, her signature scowl softening when she saw him. But the door stayed closed, and the minutes dragged on.

Where was she?

The group session started, and everyone began introducing themselves, sharing updates about their week. Jey stayed quiet, his head low, the weight of his exhaustion pressing down on him. His turn came, and he mumbled something generic about being tired, about working on his assignments. He didn’t have the energy to go deeper, and no one pushed him to.

But his mind stayed stuck on her. Why wasn’t she here? Had something happened? The thought gnawed at him, making his stomach twist uncomfortably.

After the session ended, Jey lingered near the door, hoping for some kind of explanation. He debated asking one of the volunteers if they’d heard from her but hesitated. What if they didn’t know? What if it wasn’t their place to say?

He sighed, running a hand down his face before heading back to his car. The drive home felt longer than usual, the silence in the car pressing down on him. Once he parked in the driveway, he pulled out his phone, scrolling aimlessly before landing on Rhea’s Instagram.

She hadn’t posted anything since the weekend—just a picture of herself curled up on the couch. No clues, no updates. Jey stared at the screen, his thumb hovering over the message button. Should he reach out?

Finally, he typed, “Missed you at group today. You good?”

He hesitated for a moment, then hit send. The message hung there, unread, as Jey leaned back in his seat, staring at the darkened screen. He closed his eyes, the weight of the day pulling at him. Whatever was going on with Rhea, he hoped she was okay.

[edgessunflower]

Ucey

Pairing: Jey Uso x Fem reader

Description: You are accepted into the bloodline and Jey shows how much he truly cares for you

You feel your heart pounding in your ears as Jimmy speaks to the crowd, "You are the reason we won war games Y/n, they were chanting Y/n Uso!" you smile as the crowd chants Y/n uso over and over again making your heart swell with warmth. "Guys I...I don't...I truly don't know how to feel right now" jimmy and Jey look at you as you hold back the tears in your eyes "Well we have one question, how you feeling?" you look around at the crowd as Sami pats your shoulders, knowing the emotions you feel since he was finally accepted in the bloodline just three months earlier after a lot of scrutiny by everyone except you especially jey who finally came around and became sami's right hand man other than jimmy who accepted him immediately, "Well...as sami said, I am feeling pretty frikin UCEY!" you smile as sami hugs you followed by jimmy even Solo who doesn't normally show anything except when he's fighting or upset. You smile even bigger as jey looks at you, picking you up and hugging you as you wrap your arms and legs around him as everyone cheers and the crowd again chants Y/n uso, followed by chants of say I love you but you look confused when jey whispers in your ear "It's about time I tell something I kept hidden too long", you are all interrupted by Bianca Blair coming out, leading to the long awaited match between you and her, you pin her down with all your might and yell in joy as sami and jey jump in the ring and hug you, you also get a hug from jimmy and solo after you all walk out of the ring and head backstage, carrying the title and earning a hug from Roman. You and jey go back to the hotel together, since you were in the same hotel and your rooms were actually across from each other, you grab his arm and pull him in your room, determined to find out what he wanted and tried to tell you earlier in the ring before biance came out and interrupted, "Tell me...tell me what you said you wanted to tell me" he looks at you and before you can react, he grabs your face and pulls you in a kiss as your eyes widen before reciprocating a second later "I love you" you smile sweetly as you hold each other "I love you too" you both sit down and watch tv after he gets clothes from his room before you both shower and change, just enjoying each other's company.

[jstarr86]

CH 2

NAT POV

I checked over my reflection in the mirror. Another year another Christmas party. My mom and Joes mom always threw one and it was a big deal like half his family came and these guys had a big family. Josh had been weird the past few months hell I remember my birthday asking if he was mad at me and he said no and we argued because I called him out on how he'd been acting. Walking out I bumped into a brick wall and looked up meeting Josh's brown eyes.

"Sorry uce." I muttered hands on his chest.

"You good snickers I ain't know you was up here." I rolled my eyes playfully as I nudged him. That nickname stuck. Thicker than a snicker and it stuck. Him Jon and Joe started saying it the minute I started getting curves at first it was what the hell happened to you because I got curves and a ass and tits seemingly overnight at 12 and by 13  the nickname had stuck and they also started practically being guard dogs and wanting to kill any guy who wanted near me. Hence why I was a damn virgin until I'd asked Joe; truthfully as much as I thought Joe and Jon were hot there was just always something about Josh that once I started to notice boys and how hot my three best friends were I developed a crush but wouldn't say anything because I didn't want it to be weird and I never asked Josh because of that I'd be embarrassed if he'd said no and hurt and secondly I didn't think Jon would let us live it down and I didn't wanna constantly hear about it. Josh still had his hands firmly on my waist as he slid one behind my back pulling me into his chest more than I was as I looked up at him as he started smirking.

"J, what you doing." He pointed up and my eyes followed seeing the mistletoe hanging over our heads.

"You know what they say right." He replied softly as I gulped slowly nodding

"So what about it?" He took a hand off me to grip my face in his hand as he pulled my face in bending his head as he placed his full lips against mine. I gasped in shock as I quickly slid my hands to his face as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. I'd only kissed Joe but with Josh it was all way different. Jesus he could kiss, everything including the noise from downstairs of our families mingling faded as we kissed and Josh and I walked no we  ran across a line that was like the damn end zone, end game, this was like every cheesy girl movie and weird romance novel I knew my mom read. This is that soulmate kiss like everything in the puzzle finally fit.

"Aye uce you see- oh shit!"

"What?-oh shit!" Jon and Joes voices snapped us out of it as we jerked back looking at them Josh never removing his hands from me and I had my face hiding in his chest.

"Snickers and Ucey uce y'all getting it in with the mistletoe."

"Shut up Jonathan." I said as he looked at me.

"Aye im just sayin and bout time shit uce been pawnin over you for months naw years."

"What?" I said looking at him.

"What 13 hit hard."

"Why ain't you say anything? Oh my god I'm just like all them girls be talkin-"

"No you not." All three said.

"Yes I am."

"Snick no you aren't." Joe said softly. Knowing everything going through my head. They all knew when something bothered me but I guess being so close with Joe he could read me like a book.

"Yeah I am. Josh." I sighed looking at him "we can't hook up, like that kiss was bomb and they interrupted it but you not gonna want me."

"Why your beautiful look I know being best friends with us is weird but I know you felt-"

"I slept with Joe." I blurted out as they all looked at me

"And that means what?"

"Josh for real I fucked your cousin what it gonna look like if we hook up; I'm really keeping it in the family huh."

"Snickers I've known for a few months you and uce hooked up, wish you would've asked me to take the vCard because I wouldn't have said no because I like you too  but I get it you've known him longer and y'all bond different. and fuck every one else hell no one even know about that but us."

"You knew? You told him?" I asked Joe who held his hands up.

"No he did."

"Jon!" I protested "you told Jon, ugh Leati Joesph Anoai, I can't tell you anything."

"Oooo you in trouble uce she done said your government."

"Look I walked in and they were talking and he was pissed at me."

"Yeah I told uce Snickers, he was saying he liked you and was trying find a way to tell you and I told him about you and Joe." I looked over at Josh who still had his arm around me.

"I didn't know."

"Me either and I was mad he got you first I'm tired of always competing with my brothers and shit thought here's a girl they wouldn't go for don't know why and then uce told me you and uce hooked up and he walked in at the end, you mad I told you?"

"I like you too Joshua." I said gently.

"Say it again?"

"I like you too Josh-" he cut me off kissing me again before pulling back.

"Your not fucking my brother."

"Oh my god Josh."

"What you ain't and fuck all them bitches who said your with all of us they just mad they not and mad you really could pull us with ya fine ass.

"Josh"

"It's true."

"Yeah well his girlfriend helped make it worse." I said pointing at Jon

"Aye I broke up with her thank you."

"Yeah and that made it worse because then it was a you left cause of me."

"How many times we gotta tell you haters gon hate."

It took three weeks for my three best friends to get me to date Josh. I was so worried about what others people would think if they ever knew I'd lost my virginity to Joe but was now dating Josh. I'd felt it give weight to people running their mouths like they already did. Dating Josh was a lot different than being friends with Josh, he was always loving but when it's geared towards you a different way it's different but I liked it, he was sweet and romantic and the day Eki and his dad found out they grilled his ass like I was their kid not that he was their son and nephew Eki said you hurt her ima beat your ass. Our first date we went and watched a scary movie Final Destination and grabbed dinner from some pizza place and Josh he'd shown up with my favorite flowers, roses and sunflowers. They were compiled together in a beautiful bouquet. Our first date I mean I'd always known my friends were special but this was when I realized Josh was different.

3 MONTHS LATER

I sat my back against Josh's headboard and his head in my lap. We were hanging out spending some time together, homework was done and Jon, Joe and the little brothers Sefa and Jeremiah were in the living room doing who knows what, Josh and I just wanted alone time. We could hear them down the hall from where the door was cracked.

"When did you start liking me?" I asked suddenly as his head turned from the tv towards me my fingers trailing over the red durag that covered his faded hair.

"Middle of 8th grade. I mean I guess starting like summer 6th and in 7th I started noticing you as more than a friend but it was like full blown like I wanna date her and kiss her til 8th."

"Why did you wait til half through freshman year to say anything to me about it? Did anyone know?"

"I ain't wanna be weird or creep you out, we best friends I ain't wanna ruin anything by saying something and you not feeling the same then shit changin and being weird. I'd rather not say anything and have you than tell you and anything change and no until I finally told Jon when he asked why I was being weird around you ain't no one know."

"I wish you'd told me."

"It took a bit but I did, wish I'd said something sooner too. So when you start liking me?"

"Hey I was asking questions not you."

"I am now though so when?"

"When we was 13, I started noticing boys more and of course I'd notice y'all hell every girl in PCola noticed y'all."

"Yeah we fine."

"Josh." I giggled as we both laughed. He touched my face gently making me look at him. He lifted up on his elbows kissing me. He licked my lips asking for more and I opened my mouth as we went from kissing to making out within a few minutes. He sat up moving between my legs kissing me as we both moaned.

"Aye uce what-" we jumped apart as Jon walks in a smirk on his face "shit you lucky I wasn't mom she'd beat both your asses."

"Excuse you your mother loves me, unlike the hoes you be having in here."

"My girlfriend is not a hoe."

"Nah she's just a bitch." Josh chuckled kissing my neck as he moved off me. It was no secret me and Jon's girlfriend couldn't stand each other and it wasn't for my lack of trying. However she was rude anytime she was around to me just a rude nasty bitch that at this point only Jon liked and she was wearing his ass out on it too.

"What you want uce?" Josh asked and I could hear the annoyance in his voice, upset Jon had walked in.

"Mom wanted kno what to make for dinner should tell her you havin dessert already."

"Jon shut up we watching a movie."

"Nah y'all was about to fuck, watching a damn movie playin tonsil hockey."

"Oh my god we was kissing it was a kiss."

"Oh that was more than a kiss hell if I wanted longer the bed be banging." I tossed a pillow at him that he easily caught tossing it back.

"Your not gonna have a twin."

"You're not gonna hurt him."

"But I wanna."

"Mmm you look cute pouting juicy lips." He said kissing me again.

"Mmm." I replied pulling back. "Nah you the juicy one, ucey jucey. Thick ass soft lips. I really like kissing you."

"Me too." In the three months we'd been dating I found out kissing him was becoming one of my favorite things. I simply couldn't get enough of Josh. I wish we had more classes together though. He groaned as I gently nipped his bottom lip grabbing a handful of my ass. A bang on the door had him rollling his eyes as he got up opening the door, the attitude immediately leaving him as his uncle stood there."yes sir."

"I know you ain't in here doing anything."

"No just hanging and talking, we done with homework."

"Mhmm you know I'm not stupid right."

"I'm being honest uncle Eki." He looked over at me over Josh's shoulder.

"We just studied and did homework and were talking." He started laughing nudging Josh

"Dinners done oh and nephew."

"Yes sir."

"Wipe the lips gloss off your lips."

[trippinsorrows]

We were deprived of an ucey moment Ari 😭

a part of me really wanted to go that route, friend, but it doesn't make sense. 😭😭😭 not for this au. roman is a mafia head. an immensely feared and powerful figure in the crime world. for his cousin and someone who is under him to disrespect him so boldly in front of everyone like jey did to just be brushed aside for a funny comment didn't make sense to me.

it also serves as a reminder (and i think someone just commented something like this on the chapter lol) that as sweet and vulnerable roman is with solana, he's still very much a cold blooded killer when he needs to be. his affection should never be mistaken for weakness.

also why he's going to have his match with drew in the next chapter to remind people that he's never the one to be fucked with. he's violent, vicious, and ruthless.

except with his wife and fur daughter

[samijey]

The pop that they got just at a live event 😭 you see what happens when you're it. They even got a ucey chant in their last backstage segment without even saying word. I can't wait for the inevitable reunion, lives will be changed.

This is exactly why I try to stay away from Twitter and other mainstream socials, because you go in there and it's just a bunch of people going "booo end this already" but then the crowd reactions tell the true story that the majority of us is STILL invested and wants to see where these characters go next.

There are so many different ways for this part of the story to go next and I have a few ideas of my own, but regardless of what happens, you KNOW it's gonna be good because even when the script isn't the best, they manage to make their scenes together must-see with sheer talent, chemistry and commitment.

Who would've thought, huh? If 3 years ago you had told me the WWE wrestlers having me in a chokehold would be Sami Zayn and Jey Uso, of all people, I would've laughed YET HERE WE ARE???

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

Very important conversation at a wrestling figure booth at Steel City Con

Me: PHEW. 100 bucks for Jey Uso? LOVE TO SEE IT!

Vendor: I know, right? He's so hot right now!

Me: They all are, the whole Bloodline!

Him: Hell yeah!

Me: I don't suppose you have any Sami's left?

Him: Not a chance, they were all gone the first day, within an hour. I had a handful of them, the ones in green, but they got snatched up...

Me: YES!

Him: Hey... you're wearing his hat...

Me: I AM!

Him: You're totally wearing his hat! THE GREAT LIBERATOR!

Me: Honorary Uce!

Him: The locker room leader!

Me: Certified Uceologist!

Him: MAN are we feeling Ucey today or WHAT!!!

Me: YEAH!!!

*we suddenly realize everyone is staring at us and my mom wants to be anywhere but there*

Me: Ummm... right, can I get a bag for my figure?

Him: Right. Of course.

...

ANYWAY, I WAS FINALLY VINDICATED WITH MY HAT!!! THE PAST YEAR PLUS LEADING TO THIS MOMENT AAAAAAH YES!!!!

[jeremy-heresy]

My Reactions to WhatCulture Wrestling’s “20 INSANE Vince McMahon Stories Leaked By Secret WWE Source”

https://youtu.be/cFF6SrJEgDE

If you haven’t come across this video, grab a drink, relax in a comfy chair, and get ready to spit that drink all over your screen, because some of these stories in this video are truly terrible.

All set? Good! Let’s begin starting with 20! And warning, this about to be a loooong post.

#20. This makes me feel bad for the writers who do produce some good storylines and writing that get ignored because it doesn’t appeal to good ol’ Vince. Furthermore, it’s utter nonsense that it’s whatever Vince wants that goes. Like, should Vince have some say? Sure, he’s the owner of the company. But it shouldn’t just be up to him, because God knows he doesn’t have the viewer’s interests in mind when he’s approving a majority of the stuff that gets put on TV.

#19. Why am I not surprised that the B.S. Wild Card rule came about in such a fashion? It’s been a disaster since it was put into place and just prevents the unfeatured superstars on each roster from actually being used. For example, Finn Balor and Shinsuke Nakamura were originally scheduled to be on a recent SmackDown Live, but it was bumped to being the dark match so that we could see more of Shane McMahon (the subject of a post that I need to make in the future).

#18. Again, feel a little bad for the creative team when they pitch something that may actually be good. Vince’s grasp over the group, as we all know, is making the product worse, and if the old bellend actually took a moment to consider the ideas thrown at him, maybe we’d get some quality television.

#17. Of course, another aspect that Vince totally ruins! I know the brand split is coming to an end (thanks ya damned Wild Card rule), but how are we honestly supposed to believe that the brands are different if so much stuff is so similar? I’m sure I’m preaching to the choir with such a question, but nevertheless. It makes matches like RAW vs SmackDown elimination matches at Survivor Series utterly pointless.

#16. To absolutely no one’s surprise, Vinny doesn’t watch NXT. Y’know what? That’s probably for the best; let Trips continue to oversee and put on excellent shows with the NXT brand(s). Otherwise, if Vinny Mac were to get his hands on this, we’d watch NXT and NXT UK, two of the few saving graces WWE has at this point, burn down in front of our very eyes.

#15. “VKM? Unaware? Who woulda thought, eh?” asked no one ever. I get it, he’s busy running a billion-dollar company, having meetings, working out, etc., but he can’t spare five minutes to check out what’s going on in the world today? Not even the wresting world that he wants to dominate? FFS, man! Hopefully the start of AEW TV will change that once they develop more and more of a following.

#14. I was actually unaware of this bit of information, and now that I know this I gotta say, much respect to Dana Brooke. I know I was negative about her when she first debuted on RAW, but this changes this. She deserves praise for putting in the hard work to become the best women’s wrestler she can be, but clearly Vince is the biggest roadblock to her showcasing her new skills.

#13. Not a big surprise. That’s all I’m going to say.

#12. The New Age Outlaws reunion? Probably not, but I would be fine with watching Road Dogg go to AEW. I’m sure he could do some incredible work behind the scenes in the promotion that he wouldn’t be able to do in WWE.

#11. So Vince loses interest easily... there’s a word for that, what is it again? Oh that’s right:

#10. I’d love to see an absolute list of the people who are trying to get out of Dodge right now. The talent are unhappy and they have a right to be, as should the writers. Is the money really worth the frustration? Only time can tell.

#9. To quote Kanye West to repeat another point I made, “NO ONE MAN SHOULD HAVE ALL THAT POWER!” Things could have been much more solid for both brands if they had stuck with something and not changed it on the whims of a senile old man who finds humor in jokes for children.

#8. YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT HE IS! To no one’s surprise, the best thing on RAW every week is the brain child of Bray Wyatt, and this confirms for me that the Eater of Worlds and host of Firefly Fun House is a locker room leader.

#7. I honestly don’t know how to react to this one. Certainly weird, but I just... Why is she their boss? I know she’s Ultimate Warrior’s wife but like... ugh, moving on.

#6. New-found respect to Michael Cole who has probably had Vince barking B.S. in his ear for over a decade now. How the hell do you expect your commentators to do a quality job when you’re degrading them as their doing the job? It’s nonsense. Give them the points they need to make and let them go, they should be able to call the match just fine without the criticism.

#5. Bless you Sami for making this work.... BUT, if this is Vince talking through Sami Zayn, maybe you should use your power for good and make the proper changes! I know that ruins the point of Sami’s gimmick, but we all know what the real problem is, and it isn’t the WWE Universe (least not on a weekly basis).

#4. Bless you Neville/PAC for verbally bashing Vince on your way out of the company. He deserved so much better, as do many of the talented men and women still there. However, I’m glad he’s kicking ass in Dragon Gate and being the bastard we all know and... love? Hate? Tolerate?

#3. Of course the man behind little red carts, mannequin torture, and pooper scoopers is behind Ucey Hot. This feud could have been amazing, and I was looking forward to it at the beginning. But now it’s a mess because Vince has the humor of a 10 year old.

#2. This, by far, is the most disgusting of these 20 stories. Surprising? Absolutely not. Horrendous? You bet your ass! The man left Mexico to work for your company and this is how you treat him? He didn’t have to work for you, he coulda gone anywhere else! This is also evidence of Vince not watching NXT but I’m sure you, the reader, already could’ve guessed that.

And last but certainly not least, #1. Once again, to no one’s surprise but everyone’s displeasure. It’s a shame that this is the case because we all know how much of a good job Trips can do if he took control. But it’s very likely that Vinny Mac truly will die at his desk at WWE HQ before he ever lets anyone take control of his company, even if it means he’s ruining it in the process.

[anxiousmillennialcowboy]

we just want to make sure he's feeling ucey when it matters most!

This crowd really want Jey to lose every ounce of shit he has left.

[thesamoanqueen]

I know and wish I could. I'll miss all that love in the Bloodline, but life almost never gives us what we want. I take comfort in knowing that there will still be an ucey friendship between us when they'll break up.

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! ♡♡♡

Thank you, my Samoan Queen. Do me a favor and tell your man to go easy on my man tonight, please? 🙏 It's not his fault he loves Kevin.

[rvbelhearts]

[ 📲 sms: My Ucey ❤️]: Of course I’m talking about them, ahem!

[ 📲 sms: My Ucey ❤️]: I was actually planning on coming over today anyway because I want to talk to you about something.

[ 📲 sms: My Ucey ❤️]: Like why we insist on being separated from one another for an entire week. I miss you :(.

@egoforge asked: [ text ] : thinking about you…

[ 📲 sms: My Ucey ❤️]: I’m thinking about you too honey.

[ 📲 sms: My Ucey ❤️]: Thinking about should I wear black or navy blue to the wake.

[ 📲 sms: My Ucey ❤️]: Or should I be fancy and make something myself 🤔?

[ 📲 sms: My Ucey ❤️]: 😘😘😘 you!