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Solo Sikoa they could never make me hate you, cause more mayhem
MFTS4EVER, He ain’t ever latched onto the bloodline or Jacob like this…
some lil bro energy... this fool ahhhh yeeting twice had me rolling💀💀 love this mf so fcking much🫶
Roman and Bloodline fans sure do love putting Solo Sikoa hate in his tag, maybe they should learn to not force everyone who likes him to have to hear their bullshit.
I saw some loser on here steal and repost a thirst edit of the bloodline then complain and go ew when Solo was in it
Like bitch make your own fucking edit then???
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WWE Raw - June 29th, 2026
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Gonna try to protect my SokuLeo peace once everyone starts randomly shipping Solo with La Knight
Finally watched last week's Smackdown. And Solo yelling to the last two people that remained with him "You can't leave me."
Seemingly the story of his life.
His family banished him at an early age. Then, he finally joined the Bloodline. But, people started to leave again. Leave him again. First Sami. Then Jey.
Eventually he started to feel like he was being abandoned all over again. He felt like Roman abandoned him too when he disappeared for a while, he felt like even though Jimmy was there he wasn't actually there for Solo and in a way that was abandonment too. And so he pushed Jimmy away before Jimmy could leave him too.
Then came the MFTs, they grew in numbers one by one into a family. And the first to leave was Jacob even though it was "I LOVE YOU SOLO" for a while. They then became 5, 5 became 3, and now, 3 has become one. Solo's name fits...the state he is in right now.
He's so desperate to be a part of a family, yet so desperate to be apart from his family. He's scrambling to make Royce Keys "family" and LA Knight a "friend".
And now Jacob is coming for him. I wonder what he's going to do.
The One Who Stayed
Pair: Rhea Ripley X Solo Sikoa
Plot: Solo Sikoa’s world unravels in one night: Tama and Talla walk out on him, LA Knight rejects his offer for an alliance, and the Bloodline fractures around him. Lost and overwhelmed, Solo breaks down alone backstage — until Rhea finds him and quietly reaches out to Jimmy for help. With Almia’s blessing, Solo’s young son is brought to him, giving Solo the one thing he thought he’d lost for good. In the quiet of a hotel room, Solo spends the night holding his son close, with Rhea by his side, finally finding comfort, family, and love after everything falls apart.
okay so… this has been stuck in my head since last night when Tama and Talla left Solo on SmackDown. like I genuinely feel bad for him. he looked so lost and confused and it just spiraled into this whole one‑shot. I wrote it with “Saturn” playing because that song fits his whole arc right now — lonely, scared, and trying to hold onto whatever he has left.
and honestly… I have no idea what WWE is doing with him. none. so I gave him something soft.
— isabella 💛
Kansas City Missouri Friday Night Smackdown June 19th 2026
Rhea was already waiting for him in the hallway outside gorilla, sitting on one of the production crates with her knee wrapped tight. The trainers told her to stay off it. Solo told her to stay off it. But she still came.
Solo stopped in front of her, breathing hard like he’d been pacing for twenty minutes. He didn’t say anything at first — he just crouched down and put his hands on her knee, checking the brace, the swelling, the wrap. For the thousandth time.
Rhea huffed out a tiny laugh.
“Solo… it’s fine.”
He didn’t look up.
“You said that yesterday.”
“And the day before,” she teased softly.
“And I’m gonna keep checking,” he muttered, thumb brushing the edge of the brace like he was afraid it might fall apart if he didn’t touch it.
Rhea reached down, cupping his jaw with her good hand. “Hey. Look at me.”
He finally did — and she saw it.
The nerves.
The exhaustion.
The fear he wouldn’t admit to anyone else.
“What’s the new direction for your storyline?” she asked quietly. “What are they having you do with Jacob tonight?”
Solo swallowed.
“I don’t know.”
Rhea blinked. “You don’t—”
“They won’t tell me,” he said, voice low. “They just said Jacob wants a segment. And I’m supposed to go out there and… talk.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what he’s gonna say. I don’t know what they want me to say back. I don’t know what they’re doing with me anymore.”
Rhea’s thumb stroked his cheek.
“You’re nervous.”
Solo didn’t deny it.
He just leaned into her touch, eyes closing for a second like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.
“You’ll be okay,” she whispered. “I’m right here.”
Solo’s hand slid up her leg, resting gently on her thigh — careful of her knee, always careful — and he breathed out slow.
“You always stay,” he said quietly.
Rhea smiled, soft and sure.
“Of course I do.”
Rhea kept her hand on his cheek, thumb brushing the spot where tension always gathered. Solo stayed there for a moment, breathing her in, letting her steady him the way nobody else could.
“You’ll be okay,” she whispered again.
Solo nodded, but it was small, uncertain. “Stay here until I’m done?”
“Of course,” she said, like it wasn’t even a question.
He exhaled, slow and shaky, and then he leaned in — not rushed, not desperate, just soft. His forehead touched hers first, their breaths mixing in the quiet hallway. Then he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, careful and warm, the kind of kiss he only ever gave her when he needed grounding more than anything else.
Rhea kissed him back just as softly, her hand sliding from his jaw to the back of his neck. “Go,” she murmured. “I’ll be right here when you get back.”
Solo rested his forehead against hers for one more heartbeat, then pulled away, giving her knee one last check — because he always did — before straightening up.
He looked at her like she was the only solid thing left in his world.
Then he turned and walked toward the locker room to film his segment with Jacob, shoulders squared but still carrying the weight of everything he’d lost.
Rhea watched him go, her fingers still tingling from where he’d held her.
Solo sat on the bench, elbows on his knees, still feeling the warmth of Rhea’s kiss on his lips when Jacob Fatu walked in. The door slammed behind him.
Solo scoffed.
“Man, what the hell do you want? You here to tell me Roman wants me to come back to the family? Tell him the answer is still no.”
Jacob didn’t flinch.
“I ain’t here for none of that. Orders from the Tribal Chief — I’m here to make sure nobody gets involved in Jey’s match tonight.”
Solo rolled his eyes.
“Yeah? And?”
Jacob stepped closer, voice low.
“And to keep it one hundred? You makin’ the wrong decision. You know what he wants. He ain’t gonna wait too long. You runnin’ outta time, Solo, to make the right choice.”
Solo scoffed again, sharper this time.
“The right choice? What the hell does that even mean, Jacob?”
Jacob shrugged.
“Take it how you wanna take it. But it ain’t up to me. That’s up to you.”
He turned and walked out, leaving Solo staring after him.
Solo muttered under his breath, confused and irritated.
“I don’t know what that means… ‘it’s up to you’…”
Tama walked over, slapping Solo’s shoulder.
“What the hell was that about?”
Solo forced a laugh.
“Oh man, don’t worry about that. That was just Roman’s message. Roman thinks he’s callin’ the shots and wants me to come back to the family. Don’t worry about it.”
He stood up, trying to shake off the tension.
“But hey — tonight we gonna get them tag team titles back, okay? Me, you, him — all of us together. We do it together. As a family. How’s that sound?”
Tama’s expression hardened.
“Nah. I think you stay here.”
Solo blinked.
“What?”
Tama crossed his arms.
“Your family business is startin’ to mess with our family business. You go out there, there’s no tellin’ who’s gonna follow you.”
Solo’s jaw tightened.
“You know how that sounds?”
Talla stepped in.
“Hey — the Bloodline? That ain’t our problem. Tag team titles are.”
Tama and Talla walked away without looking back.
Leaving Solo alone.
Again.
The arena was loud before the bell even finished ringing, R‑Truth bouncing around the ring like he’d been waiting all week to show off. Joe Tessitore’s voice cut through the noise.
“R‑Truth in rare form tonight — look at him go!”
Truth hit the ropes, dropped the Five Knuckle Shuffle, and the crowd roared. Wade Barrett chuckled.
“Stealing from John Cena — and doing it well.”
Talla Tonga stepped onto the apron, towering over the ropes, drawing Truth’s attention. The distraction was all Tama needed — a cheap shot, a boot on the floor, and then Truth was caught mid‑air and chokeslammed on the apron.
Joe winced.
“Right on the edge — that’ll shut down the party quick.”
Talla climbed into the ring without tagging, throwing heavy shots, but Truth fought back, forcing the seven‑footer over the top rope. Tama tried to regain control, hitting a nasty snap neckbreaker, but he was too worn down to cover.
Wade leaned forward.
“MFT needs Talla back up — Tama’s running on fumes.”
And then everything changed.
Not with music.
Not with pyro.
Not with a ramp entrance.
But with a ripple in the crowd.
Joe’s voice tightened.
“Wait… is that— Solo Sikoa? He’s coming through the crowd!”
Wade sounded annoyed.
“He was told to stay out of this match. He’s not even coming down the ramp — what is he doing?”
Solo didn’t say a word.
He didn’t gesture.
He didn’t shout.
He just stepped over the barricade, eyes locked on the ring, breathing hard like he’d been fighting himself the whole walk down.
Tama saw him first.
“No! Stay back! We don’t need you!”
Solo didn’t react.
Didn’t nod.
Didn’t shake his head.
He just stood there.
And the distraction was all Priest needed.
He slipped out of Talla’s grip, shoved him into the post, and R‑Truth — the legal man — rolled Tama up from behind.
ONE. TWO. THREE.
The bell rang.
Joe Tessitore:
“Damian Priest and R‑Truth retain the tag team titles — and Solo Sikoa’s presence was pivotal.”
Wade Barrett:
“He didn’t even touch anyone. He didn’t have to. His distraction cost MFT the gold.”
Tama stared at Solo from the ring, furious.
Talla shook his head.
The crowd buzzed with confusion.
And Solo?
He stood there, silent, breathing hard, looking like he didn’t understand why everything he touched kept breaking.
Rhea didn’t need to see the finish to know something went wrong. She could hear it in the crowd — that confused buzz that always followed Solo when he didn’t listen, didn’t speak, didn’t stay where he was supposed to be.
She was still sitting on the crate when he walked back through the curtain, shoulders tight, jaw clenched, eyes unfocused. He didn’t even look around for anyone else. He came straight to her.
“Solo,” she said softly.
He stopped in front of her like he’d run out of breath. For a second, he didn’t speak. He just stared at the floor, hands shaking slightly.
Rhea reached out, fingers brushing his wrist.
“You okay?”
Solo swallowed hard. “No.”
She waited — patient, steady — until he finally sat beside her, elbows on his knees, hands clasped like he was trying to hold himself together.
“I don’t like where this is going,” he muttered. “This storyline… this whole thing… I don’t know what they’re doing with me anymore.”
Rhea shifted closer, her knee brushing his thigh. “What happened out there?”
Solo shook his head.
“I didn’t say anything. I didn’t touch anybody. I just… showed up. And it still went wrong.”
His voice cracked.
“Tama looked at me like I ruined everything. Again.”
Rhea’s hand slid to the back of his neck, grounding him.
“You didn’t ruin anything.”
Solo scoffed, bitter.
“They lost the titles because of me.”
“No,” she said firmly. “They lost because they weren’t focused. Because they let you distract them. That’s not on you.”
Solo leaned into her touch, eyes closing.
“I don’t like this direction,” he whispered. “I don’t like being the problem. I don’t like being the one they blame. I don’t like not knowing what’s coming next.”
Rhea gently turned his face toward her.
“Hey. Look at me.”
He did — and she saw everything he was trying to hide.
Fear.
Confusion.
Loneliness.
That quiet desperation he only ever showed her.
“You’re not the problem,” she said softly. “You’re just stuck in the middle of a story nobody’s explaining to you. And that’s scary. I get it.”
Solo’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“I don’t want to lose everything.”
“You won’t,” she murmured. “Not me.”
He breathed out, shaky, and Rhea pulled him closer, letting his forehead rest against hers.
“You’re allowed to be nervous,” she whispered. “You’re allowed to not like where this is going. But you’re not alone in it.”
Solo’s fingers curled around her thigh — careful of her knee, always careful — and he let himself breathe her in.
Rhea kissed his cheek, soft and slow.
“I’m right here.”
Solo didn’t say anything else. He just sat with Rhea for a moment, letting the noise of the arena fade behind them. When she finally shifted, trying to stand, he was on his feet instantly.
“Careful,” he murmured, slipping an arm around her waist.
Rhea rolled her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.
“You act like my knee’s made of glass.”
He didn’t smile.
“Feels like it.”
He helped her down the hallway, slow and steady, matching her pace. Every few steps, his hand tightened on her hip like he was making sure she was really there, really okay. When they reached the parking lot, he opened the passenger door and guided her in gently, adjusting her leg so it wouldn’t strain.
Rhea watched him walk around to the driver’s side, jaw tight, eyes still clouded from everything that happened.
“You good?” she asked softly.
Solo started the car, staring at the steering wheel for a long moment.
“I will be.”
She didn’t push. She just rested her hand on his arm, and he exhaled like that was the first real breath he’d taken all night.
The drive to the hotel was quiet — not tense, just peaceful. Rhea leaned her head against the window, and Solo kept glancing over at her knee like he expected it to suddenly fall apart. When they pulled into the lot, he was out of the car before she could even unbuckle, opening her door and offering his hand.
“Solo,” she said, amused. “I can walk.”
“I know,” he said. “Let me help anyway.”
She took his hand.
Upstairs, the room was dim and calm, the kind of quiet that felt safe. Rhea sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting her brace, and Solo grabbed the remote, flipping through channels until he found something simple — an old action movie they’d seen a hundred times.
Rhea smiled.
“This one again?”
Solo shrugged, sitting beside her.
“It’s easy. No surprises.”
She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Sounds perfect.”
He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, and for the first time all night, his breathing slowed. The movie played softly in the background, but neither of them were really watching. Rhea’s fingers traced idle patterns on his forearm, and Solo’s thumb brushed her knee gently, checking without saying anything.
Rhea looked up at him.
“You’re allowed to relax, you know.”
Solo nodded, eyes softening.
“I’m trying.”
She kissed his cheek — gentle, warm, grounding.
“You’re doing fine.”
Solo let out a quiet breath and rested his forehead against hers, the tension finally melting away.
And for the rest of the night, they stayed like that — two people who’d been through too much, finding peace in the only place that still felt steady.
June 22nd 2026 Monday night raw London England
They didn’t drive to RAW.
They drove to the airport.
Solo insisted on carrying both bags — Rhea’s knee was better today, but he wasn’t taking chances. She teased him for it, but she still let him do it.
The flight was long, overnight, and quiet. WWE booked them in business class, but Solo still checked her knee brace before they sat down, adjusting the strap like he’d done a thousand times.
Rhea nudged him.
“You’re fussing again.”
Solo didn’t look up.
“Yeah.”
She smiled — soft, warm — and rested her hand on his thigh.
The plane took off, and somewhere over the Atlantic, Rhea fell asleep on his shoulder. Solo didn’t move. Didn’t shift. Didn’t breathe too loud. He just held her hand and stared out the window, thinking about Jacob’s words, Tama’s anger, Talla’s dismissal.
He didn’t like where his story was going.
He didn’t like being the problem.
He didn’t like being alone.
But Rhea was here.
Warm against him.
Breathing steady.
Staying.
When they landed in London, Solo helped her off the plane, through customs, into the rental car. The city was gray and cool, and Rhea leaned her head against the window as he drove.
“You okay?” she asked softly.
Solo nodded, but it wasn’t convincing. “I don’t know what they’re doing with me tonight.”
Rhea reached over, squeezing his hand.
“We’ll figure it out.”
Solo exhaled, slow.
“Yeah.”
They pulled into the O2 Arena parking lot, and Solo finally looked at her — really looked at her — and some of the tension eased.
They were here.
Together.
Still steady.
The O2 Arena was already buzzing when Solo and Rhea walked through the backstage doors. Production staff nodded at them — everyone knew they were together — but nobody said anything. Rhea kept close to Solo’s side, her knee brace hidden under loose black pants, hoodie pulled tight.
Rhea stayed near the monitor area, her knee propped up, hoodie pulled tight. Solo stood behind her, tense, silent, watching Jimmy and LA Knight circle each other in the ring.
Michael Cole’s voice cut through the arena noise.
“Jimmy Uso looking to get back on track tonight— but LA Knight is not an easy opponent.”
Corey Graves added sharply:
“Jimmy needs this win. Badly.”
The match picked up fast — Knight with the early offense, Jimmy firing back with a superkick, the crowd chanting “YEAH!” every time Knight moved.
Rhea felt Solo’s breathing change behind her.
“Solo…” she murmured.
He didn’t answer.
And then the crowd shifted.
A ripple.
A wave.
A sudden roar.
Cole’s voice jumped.
“Wait— SOLO SIKOA! Solo Sikoa is here!”
Graves sounded stunned.
“He wasn’t scheduled! He wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near this match!”
Solo didn’t come down the ramp.
He came through the crowd.
Silent.
Focused.
Unpredictable.
Jimmy froze mid‑movement, staring at him.
LA Knight didn’t.
Knight charged — but Jimmy dodged, turning back toward Solo, confused, angry, off‑balance.
Solo stepped forward.
And without a word—
he spiked Jimmy.
The crowd exploded.
Cole shouted:
“WHAT?! SOLO JUST DROPPED JIMMY USO!”
Graves snapped:
“He SPIKED his own brother! What is he doing?!”
Jimmy hit the mat hard, clutching his jaw, eyes wide with shock.
LA Knight looked just as confused — but he wasn’t about to waste the moment.
He grabbed Jimmy, pulled him up—
BFT.
Jimmy collapsed.
ONE. TWO. THREE.
Cole yelled:
“LA Knight wins! Solo Sikoa just cost Jimmy the match!”
Graves added:
“Jimmy had no idea what was happening — and neither do we!”
Solo didn’t celebrate.
He didn’t taunt.
He didn’t speak.
He just stared at Jimmy — hurt, angry, lost — then turned and walked back through the crowd the same way he came.
Rhea’s heart dropped.
Solo came through the curtain moments later, breathing hard, eyes unfocused, hands shaking. Rhea stood up slowly, bracing herself on the chair.
“Solo,” she said softly.
He stopped in front of her, looking like he didn’t know whether to sit, run, or break.
“I didn’t want to do that,” he muttered. “I didn’t— I didn’t want to spike him.”
Rhea stepped closer. “Then why did you?”
Solo swallowed hard, voice cracking.
“Creative told me to.”
Rhea blinked.
“What?”
“They told me to go out there,” Solo said, rubbing his hands together anxiously. “They told me to spike Jimmy. They said it’s the direction they want. They said it’s part of the story.”
Rhea’s expression softened.
“Oh, Solo…”
“I didn’t want to hurt him,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to be the reason he lost. I didn’t want to be the bad guy in this. But they told me to do it. They told me it’s what they needed.”
Rhea reached up, cupping his cheek gently.
“Hey,” she murmured. “You didn’t choose this. They did.”
Solo leaned into her touch, eyes closing, shoulders shaking.
“I don’t like this,” he whispered. “I don’t like where this is going.”
Rhea pulled him close, her forehead touching his.
“You’re not alone,” she said softly. “We’ll get through it. Together.”
Solo exhaled, shaky but calmer, holding onto her like she was the only steady thing left in his world.
SmackDown was being taped right after RAW, and the backstage area felt different — quieter, heavier, like everyone was waiting for something to break. Rhea sat with Solo on one of the production crates, her knee propped up, his arm around her shoulders. He wasn’t talking. He wasn’t pacing. He wasn’t angry.
He just looked… lost.
Rhea rubbed slow circles on his back, whispering something only he could hear. Solo didn’t respond. He just stared at the floor like he was trying to make sense of something that wouldn’t stop shifting.
Jimmy rounded the corner, still in his gear, still confused from what happened earlier. He froze when he saw them — Solo sitting with Rhea, shoulders slumped, eyes unfocused.
“Solo?” Jimmy said quietly.
Solo didn’t look up.
Rhea did — her expression soft but guarded.
“He’s okay,” she murmured. “Just… shaken.”
Jimmy stepped closer, lowering his voice.
“Man… what’s wrong with you? What happened out there?”
Solo finally lifted his head. His eyes were red, tired, scared in a way Jimmy had never seen.
“I don’t know what the company is doing to me,” Solo said, voice cracking. “I don’t know what they want. I don’t know where this is going.”
Jimmy blinked, taken aback.
“What do you mean?”
Solo swallowed hard.
“They took JC away. They took Tonga Loa away. They split up everything I had. Everything I built. Everything I thought was mine.”
Rhea’s hand tightened on his shoulder.
Solo kept going, voice low and shaky.
“I don’t know what’s next, Jim. I don’t know what they’re turning me into. I don’t know why they keep making me hurt people I care about. I don’t know why they keep taking everyone from me.”
Jimmy’s expression softened — the anger from earlier fading into something else.
“Solo… you could’ve told me.”
Solo shook his head.
“I didn’t know how.”
Rhea leaned her head against his shoulder, grounding him.
“He’s overwhelmed,” she said gently. “And he’s scared. And he’s trying to keep up with a story that keeps changing on him.”
Jimmy looked between them — Solo broken, Rhea steady — and for the first time, he understood.
Solo wasn’t trying to be the villain.
He wasn’t trying to sabotage anyone.
He wasn’t trying to hurt his own family.
He was drowning.
And Rhea was the only one keeping him afloat.
Jimmy exhaled slowly.
“Alright,” he said quietly. “Okay. I hear you.”
Solo looked at him — really looked — and something in his shoulders loosened.
Jimmy nodded once.
“We’ll figure it out.”
Solo didn’t speak, but the relief in his eyes said enough.
Rhea squeezed his hand.
And for a moment, the three of them just stayed there — the chaos outside forgotten, the story paused, the world quiet.
The SmackDown taping is underway and Solo is sitting backstage again when Talla and Tama walk up.
Solo smiles and says, “Boys, what’s up? Did you see what happened Monday? Did you see what happened to Jimmy? Roman ain’t gonna like that — he ain’t gonna like that at all.”
Tama says,
“We saw… and that’s the problem.”
Solo looks confused.
“Problem? What problem?”
Tama says,
“We’re tired of getting dragged into your war. Jimmy, Roman — all of it. Your obsession with Roman is tearing this group apart.”
Solo scoffs.
“Tama, you don’t know what you’re talking about…”
Tama interrupts him.
“Last week we told you to stay back. You didn’t listen. And now we’re standing here with no gold around our waist. And now you’re helping LA Knight.”
Solo says,
“That’s not… that’s not—”
Talla interrupts.
“Solo, we just got word from the elders. Me and Tama… we out.”
Solo says,
“Out? Hold on — out? You can’t leave.”
Tama says,
“We just did.”
They walk out, and Solo yells after them,
“You can’t leave! How you gonna leave me, huh? You can’t just walk away! I brought you here! You can’t just leave — you understand me!”
The show goes to commercial.
When the show comes back on, LA Knight is in the ring across from Solo Sikoa.
LA says,
“But ten out of ten times it’s been to fight me, been to distract me, it’s been you and I fighting in the middle of the ring. And your song says you’re taking it all… don’t know if you’re taking Jimmy… Roman…”
Solo says,
“Okay, we get it, we get it. Listen — I’m not here to fight you. Okay? If you’re looking for a fight, you’re wasting your time. I’m not here for that. I don’t know if you watched earlier, but everyone in my family has left me.”
LA pauses, then says,
“Okay, I understand — that’s gotta hurt. At the same time, my heart doesn’t pump purple piss for you losing your family. Bottom line is this: if you ask me, you losing your family with the MFTs… if you ask me, that leaves you wide open. Wide open to go right back into the fold. Right back into the Bloodline. That’s what that tells me.”
Solo shakes his head no.
LA continues,
“You think I’m gonna trust you? That you’re not just gonna go back and join them again? I’ve seen the movie — I know how it ends. Why is this different?”
Solo says,
“It’s different because I have nothing to lose. It’s different because I have no family. It’s different because it’s just me now. And the enemy of my enemy can be friends. We can work together. We can be partners and take out the Bloodline. We can watch each other’s back.”
LA says,
“Do I hate the Bloodline? YEAH. Am I outnumbered? YEAH. Have those numbers always worked against me? YEAH. Do I probably need help? YEAH. Do I need Solo Sikoa standing next to me watching my back—”
Solo interrupts,
“YEAH.”
LA says,
“Nah. I live and I die doing things my way, because it’s the only way I’ve ever known. And I will live and die the same way — being me, the only way I can, with everybody saying—”
The crowd chants,
“LA Knight! YEAH!”
LA looks at Solo and says,
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
Solo is left alone in the middle of the ring.
The moment LA Knight walked out and the crowd finished chanting, Solo stayed frozen in the middle of the ring. Alone. Completely alone. The cameras cut away, the lights shifted, and production moved on — but Solo didn’t.
He finally stepped out of the ring, walked up the ramp, and didn’t stop until he found an empty locker room. He shut the door behind him, leaned against it, and let out a breath he’d been holding for weeks.
He sat down on the bench, elbows on his knees.
And everything hit him at once.
Tama and Talla leaving.
Jimmy furious.
Roman looming.
LA Knight rejecting him.
JC gone.
Tonga Loa gone.
His whole world falling apart piece by piece.
Solo pressed his hands to his face, shoulders shaking. He tried to swallow it down, tried to breathe through it, tried to be the version of himself everyone expected.
It didn’t work.
A small, broken sound escaped his throat — the kind he never let anyone hear.
He wiped his face quickly, trying to pull himself together, trying to look like Solo Sikoa again — cold, calm, dangerous, unshakeable.
He didn’t hear the door open.
“Solo?”
Rhea’s voice was soft, careful, like she already knew.
Solo straightened instantly, wiping his face again, forcing his breathing to slow.
He didn’t look at her.
“I’m fine,” he muttered. “I’m good.”
Rhea stepped closer.
“No, you’re not.”
Solo kept staring at the floor.
“I don’t want you to see me like this.”
Rhea sat beside him, close enough that their knees touched.
“I already did.”
Solo swallowed hard, jaw tight, eyes burning again.
His voice came out small, cracked.
“I don’t know what’s coming next.”
Rhea’s expression softened.
Solo finally looked at her — eyes red, breathing shaky, trying so hard to hold himself together.
“I don’t know what they’re gonna make me do,” he whispered. “I don’t know who they’re gonna take next. I don’t know what story they’re pushing me into. I don’t know what’s waiting for me out there. I don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow… or next week… or at King of the Ring.”
His voice broke.
“I don’t know anything anymore.”
Rhea didn’t speak.
She just slid her hand into his.
Solo’s fingers tightened around hers immediately — desperate, scared, clinging to her like she was the last steady thing he had left.
He leaned toward her, forehead pressing against her temple, eyes squeezed shut.
“I’m tired of losing people,” he whispered. “I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of not knowing what’s coming.”
Rhea wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, letting him bury his face in her shoulder.
“You’re not alone,” she murmured. “Not with me.”
Solo’s breath hitched.
He held onto her tighter — arms around her waist, fingers gripping her hoodie, body shaking with every breath he tried to control.
“Don’t go,” he whispered.
It wasn’t a command.
It wasn’t a threat.
It wasn’t anger.
It was fear.
Rhea rested her cheek against his head.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Solo didn’t let her go.
Not for a long time.
Not until his breathing steadied.
Not until his shoulders relaxed.
Not until he could lift his head again.
And even then…
he kept one hand on her, like he needed the contact to stay upright.
After a moment, Rhea whispered,
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
Solo nodded, barely.
Rhea slipped out of the locker room, closing the door softly behind her.
Jimmy was leaning against the wall down the hallway, arms folded, head down. He looked up when he saw Rhea.
“You with him?” Jimmy asked quietly.
Rhea nodded.
“He’s… not okay.”
Jimmy exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I figured.”
Rhea stepped closer.
“What happened out there broke him, Jimmy. He thinks he’s losing everyone.”
Jimmy hesitated, then lowered his voice.
“That’s why I waited for you.”
Rhea blinked.
“Waited for me?”
Jimmy nodded.
“Almia’s here. She brought his son.”
Rhea’s eyes widened. “She did?”
“Yeah,” Jimmy said softly. “She said he can stay with Solo tonight. Thought he might need something good after all this.”
Rhea’s chest warmed.
“Where are they?”
Jimmy pointed toward the end of the hallway.
“Down by the side entrance. I’ll bring them up when you’re ready.”
Rhea touched Jimmy’s arm gently.
“Thank you.”
Jimmy nodded once.
“Just… take care of him. He ain’t built for bein’ alone.”
Rhea’s voice softened.
“I know.”
She turned and headed back toward the locker room.
Solo was still sitting exactly where she left him, elbows on his knees, breathing slow and shaky. He looked up when she walked in, eyes red, trying to pretend he was fine.
Rhea sat beside him again, taking his hand.
“Solo,” she whispered, “I need you to trust me for a minute.”
Solo swallowed hard.
“I trust you.”
Rhea squeezed his hand.
“Good. Because… someone’s here to see you.”
Solo blinked, confused, but didn’t speak.
Rhea stood, opened the door, and nodded down the hallway.
Jimmy walked in first.
Behind him…
a tiny pair of sneakers pattered across the floor.
“Daddy!”
Solo’s breath caught.
His son ran straight into his arms, climbing onto his lap like he belonged there.
Solo froze — then everything inside him broke open in the softest way possible.
He wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him close, burying his face in his son’s hair.
Rhea watched from the doorway, smiling softly.
Jimmy nodded at her once, then slipped out quietly, leaving them alone.
Solo held his son tighter, voice cracking.
“I missed you.”
His son giggled.
“I missed you too!”
Rhea stepped closer, kneeling beside them.
“He can stay with you tonight.”
Solo looked up at her — eyes shining, overwhelmed, grateful in a way he couldn’t put into words.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Rhea brushed his cheek gently.
“You needed something good.”
Solo pulled her into the hug too — holding both of them like they were the only things keeping him steady.
The hotel room was calm and dim, the kind of quiet that felt safe after a night that had torn Solo apart. He unlocked the door slowly, letting Rhea and his son walk in first. The little boy looked around with wide eyes, excited just to be somewhere new.
Solo closed the door behind them, leaning on it for a moment.
He still looked tired — not physically, but in the way someone looks after carrying too much for too long.
His son tugged on his pant leg.
“Daddy, look! Big bed!”
Solo’s face softened instantly.
“Yeah, baby. Big bed.”
The boy climbed onto it, bouncing once before flopping onto his back with a giggle. Solo couldn’t help but smile — a real one, small but warm.
Rhea sat on the edge of the bed, watching the two of them with a gentle expression.
“You wanna sit with him?”
Solo nodded and walked over, sitting beside his son. The boy immediately crawled into his lap, tiny hands grabbing at Solo’s hoodie.
“Daddy, I wanna watch cartoons.”
Solo grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flipping to something bright and silly. The boy settled against him, head on Solo’s chest, completely content.
Rhea moved closer, sitting beside them.
Solo glanced at her, eyes soft.
“You did this,” he murmured. “You brought him to me.”
Rhea brushed her fingers over his arm.
“He needed you. And you needed him.”
Solo swallowed hard, looking down at his son — small, safe, happy.
For the first time all night, Solo’s breathing was steady.
The boy pointed at the screen.
“Daddy, look! Funny guy!”
Solo chuckled quietly.
“I see him.”
Rhea leaned her head on Solo’s shoulder, watching the two of them. Solo didn’t pull away — he shifted slightly so she could rest more comfortably against him.
For a while, they just sat like that:
Solo holding his son, Rhea leaning against Solo, the cartoon filling the room with soft, harmless noise.
Eventually, the boy’s eyes started to droop.
He yawned, curling closer into Solo’s chest.
Solo rubbed his back gently.
“You tired, baby?”
The boy nodded sleepily.
“Mmhm…”
Solo lifted him carefully, laying him down on the pillows. The child grabbed Solo’s hand, refusing to let go even as he drifted off.
Solo sat beside him, brushing a hand over his son’s hair.
Rhea watched him with a soft smile.
“He’s out,” she whispered.
Solo nodded, staring at the little boy like he was the most precious thing in the world.
Rhea moved closer, touching Solo’s arm.
“You did good tonight.”
Solo turned toward her, eyes warm, full of something soft and grateful.
He leaned in and kissed her — gentle, slow, careful, like he didn’t want to break the moment.
When he pulled back, his voice was quiet but sure.
“I love you, baby.”
Rhea’s breath caught, her eyes softening.
“I love you too.”
Solo wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close against his side as his son slept peacefully beside them.
And for the first time in days…
Solo felt whole.
The End
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Solo Sikoa fans have been through hell and back. If you bashed that man & his fans in the past and are feeling sympathy for him now after yesterday, you can stay on that fucking side. We don't want your sympathy points or praises here. Y'all booed that man, so don't switch up now and start giving him credit when it was overdue.
STAY ON THAT SIDE!!
Solo gotta start killing people at this point
la knight and solo have massive enemies-to-guys-who-stay-up-way-too-late-in-the-hotel-room-telling-each-other-things-about-themselves-that-they-swore-they'd-never-tell-anyone potential
CAUSE WYM “we got word from the elders… Me and Tama, we out.”
WHAT DO THEY HAVE TO DO WITH THIS??? AND WHY DO THE ELDERS WANT THEM AWAY FROM SOLO
Bum Knee: Rhea x Solo
Summary: Rhea’s injury is a more serious then expected, and after a few nights of Solo making her feel better, she’s destroying their bathroom looking for something she haven't needed in years.
Warning: pregnancy scare, unplanned pregnancy, serious injury, comfort, no hurt.
AN: Good things come in threes? you know? 🤭
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It was Saturday morning, and Rhea was frantically digging through the cabinets in her bathroom.
Bottles of unopened shampoo and conditioner were scattered around her, along with soap and a random box of tampons she didn’t even know was under there- not like she needed them now.
Rhea stammered up to her feet, flinging open the door on the tall, skinny cabinets next to the wall.
“Come on, I know I have one, where the fuck are they?”
More plastic bottles fell on the floor around her bare feet, ignoring the twinge she felt in her knee, reminding her she needed to put her brace back on. But that would have to wait until she found what she was looking for.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuccckkk, come on!” She stretched her arms to reach the top shelf, feeling blindly around the dusty wooden cabin.
“Please, be up here, please.” The Aussie woman pleaded with whatever god was watching her right now.
Hopefully it wasn’t Aphrodite doing the watching, or she was screwed.
Rhea gasped once she felt the crinkly packaging under the tips of her fingers. “Yes!”
She yanked it out of the cabinet like a dog with a treat, looking down at the slightly old Clearblue test.
The last time she had a pregnancy scare was with Dominik, right before WrestleMania 39. It turned out her period was late due to stress, and she wasn’t pregnant, but that was the last time she had to take a test.
Her hands were shaking as she tore open the packaging, sitting down on the toilet seat. She couldn’t believe she had been so reckless that she needed to take a test, just because she was hurt. God, she can’t be pregnant. She just became champion again; she can’t be pregnant.
It felt like the longest and loudest pee ever.
The pressure in her gut was not going away, nor was her nausea; the thing that made her rush to check how late she was in the first place.
Rhea stuck the lid on, placing the test on the counter before washing her hands. She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to focus on anything beyond the test that would decide their fate.
Her hair was still a mess from tossing and turning around in her sleep, the lack of it in her eyes that fell down to the oversized MFTs shirt she was wearing that covered the bottom of her bum.
She turned to the side and lifted her shirt to see if there was anything there. Staring at her unfazed abs, looking for the smallest glimpse of a bump if there was even one.
Did she want to see what she was looking for?
Did she want a baby?
Did she want a baby right now?
In her panic, searching for a test, the only thing she thought of was all the negatives.
The hit her career would take. The way her body would change, and how their life would go.
But the trade-off was worth it.
She watched every vlog Bianca posted since announcing her pregnancy and gave herself baby fever every time. All her friends were either getting married or pregnant, and she was already married.
Rhea pressed her hands to her stomach like she could feel the baby that maybe was or maybe wasn’t there. She slouched over to see if she could make her stomach stick out; it barely made a difference, but it made her chest feel warm.
Maybe she did want a baby right now?”
Her shirt fell back down once she took her hands off her stomach. “Fuck, I have to tell him still.” Rhea leaned forward against the long double sink, arching her back as she stretched out her legs. A sigh left her lips as a spark of pain went through her muscles.
Just as she was about to lift her head up to check the test, she heard a symphony of dog barks.
“And it just keeps coming, huh?”
Rhea looked at herself in the mirror one more time, fixing her hair and forcing herself to smile before opening the bathroom door to meet her husband.
“Hi, hi, hi, yeah, I know I missed y’all too, mmm, I missed y’all so much.”
Solo squished Luna’s face as Bella and Barry circled him, begging for attention. He threw the ball Bella brought him, all three of them running to chase it.
“Hey, Manamea.” Solo looked towards his wife, and that mixed feeling of fear and confusion showed on her face immediately making him jump to his feet. “What’s wrong, Rhea?”
She didn’t answer him until he asked her again, face to face, his strong hand wrapping around hers, silently telling her to take a deep breath before he asked again.
“What’s wrong, Rhea? You get another update on your knee?”
She watched his eyes soften, his hand gently tightening around her fingers- the rose quartz and carnelian beaded bracelet on his wrist slipping down slightly to the top of his hand.
“No, no, my knee’s fine- well, not fine, but you know.”
Her voice wavered as her nerves began to climb up her throat, making Solo’s face turn with worry.
The words sat on the tip of her tongue but didn’t come out as they felt too heavy in her mouth to leave. How was she supposed to tell him she was maybe pregnant? The last time they talked about having kids was when Naomi got pregnant, and they decided to wait until she was ready. And she wasn’t sure she was.
They weren’t stupid; they knew how babies were made. She let him because she was going beyond bored stuck in this bloody house! She never considered that in a few weeks she would be taking a pregnancy test.
“I’m… I might be pregnant.”
Rhea uttered the words quietly, another wave of nausea hitting her as the heavy words left her mouth.
Solo’s eyes went wide with an unplaceable look behind them. His mouth opened to only close a second after; he was speechless.
He didn’t know how to feel. Was he supposed to be happy? He was excited at the possibility of his wife being pregnant, his heart rate jumping at the thought; the white picket fence life flashing in front of his eyes.
The look on Rhea’s face didn’t match his excitement, though. Her skin was paler than usual, with a slight greenish tint to her face; every emotion she was feeling, no matter how complicated, showed in her diamond eyes and her bottom lip quivered.
“… Fuck.” Solo brought his hand up to his head in shock, trying to wrap his mind around it.
“Fuck? Fuck? I tell you, I might be pregnant, and all you have to say is fuck!?” All her fear bubbled up. She thought Solo would have something better to say, to help her figure out what she should do. But honestly, he was just as lost as she was on what to do in this situation.
“I'm sorry, Manamea, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just surprised. I mean, I guess I’m not surprised, but I wasn't expecting to come home to something like this.”
Solo braces his hands on the shoulders of the panicked woman, doing his best to calm her down.
“Don’t freak out, we’re handling it together, ok? You need me to go buy you a test? What's up? What do you need?”
His serene voice and soft smile on his lips caused her to take another round of deep breath making Solo smile even more.
“No, I already took a test, I just haven’t read it yet, I’m scared too.”
“Okay, then, before we freak out and start yellin’ again,” Rhea chuckled, already feeling bad for snapping at him. “Let’s go see if you're actually pregnant.”
Solo grabbed her hand again as they walked up the stairs together, though their bedroom into the bathroom that looked like a tornado had blown around the room from her frantically searching.
“Sorry, I couldn’t find a test, and I also couldn’t remember where I would’ve put them. So sorry.”
Solo tskked at her unnecessary apology as he pushed a few bottles out of their way. “It’s fine, Rhea, don’t worry about it.” He would pick it up later once they knew what was happening.
They both spotted the pregnancy test at the same time.
The little blue and white plastic test held their future in its tiny window.
“Wait.” Rhea pulled her hand out of his light grasp, covering her flushed cheeks, “What if I am pregnant? What are we gonna do?”
Solo didn’t often hear fear in his wife’s voice. She was a strong woman who played helplessly for his own benefit; she knew it, he knew it, and he didn’t mind. She didn’t do it to be condescending; she did it because Solo liked to help, be a man, and she wasn’t a woman who needed help often.
So when she was visibly scared, he knew it was serious.
“Whatever you want.” The answer flowed out of his mouth with ease. “It’s your career, it’s your choice. I’ll support whatever your decision, whatever that stick says, we'll figure it out together, alright?”
He stepped away from the sink to move into her space, replacing the chilly palms of the Australian with his own warm ones. Pulling her into a kiss, her muscles immediately loosened under.
“No matter what that stick says, we’re figuring it out. If you want to have a baby, then we’ll have a baby, but if you don’t, then we won’t. I’m not gonna make you.” His fingers stretched into her hair to bring her closer, kissing her again. “I love you, and I’ll keep loving you."
She didn’t know that’s what she was scared of until he certified that it wasn’t going to happen, and her fear (not all of it) went away without a second thought.
Rhea opened her eyes to look at him through her wet lashes. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore, and the only way she would figure it out would be to stop guessing and finally look.
She walked around the Samoan man, who wouldn’t let her hand go for anything, standing in front of the sink, reaching for the pregnancy test that was flipped over in her hand as Solo looked down at her.
“You ready?” He asked, his fingers stretching out over hers, silently offering to be the one to do it as he could feel how much the test weighed.
“Yeah, just like a bandage.” She sighed gently before she turned it over.
Two bold blue lines stared back at her.
“Oh my god… oh my god!”
“Oh shit.”
Solo couldn’t believe what he was seeing and needed a better look to believe it. And there was no mistaking it. There were two lines.
Rhea combed her nails through her hair in a state of shock and excitement. She didn’t know what she wanted, but now the decision was made for her, and a flurry of excitement flooded her heart.
“I’m actually pregnant? Like there’s a little baby in there.” She placed her hand on her stomach as she had earlier this time with a wide smile. “I know, it’s crazy.”
Solo put his hand over hers with a matching smile.
“I got injured for a few weeks, and you put me on the shelf for a year and a half.” She laughed, looking down at the test like it was all still some sort of dream.
“I had you all to myself, what else am I supposed to do? Say no to the enchantresses in my bed every mornin’?”
His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to himself, pecking a kiss on her lips. “What do you want to do?”
She honestly wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but the thought of being barefoot and pregnant, sitting at home, didn’t sound that bad. She watched Naomi do it, and Bianca was currently doing it; she would be lying if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind once or twice these last few months.
Maybe two cute, stinky babies are exactly what their house needs to fill the silence.
Her career could wait a year or two.
Rhea lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck, the pregnancy test still in her hand, hitting his shoulder.
“I already have to drop my title, might as well give them some good news to follow the bad.”
“Yo’ serious? You really want to have this baby?” He couldn’t stop the excitement that took over his voice, nor how big his eyes got.
Tears prickled in the corner of her eyes as she glared at the test; her heart skipped a few beats when she looked at it before going back to him.
“Who knows if I’ll get pregnant again, or what if you get another big opportunity that locks us in for a few more years. I’m injured, Baby, it’s gonna take months for me to heal, and that’s without any surgery.”
“What are you saying?” He needed to hear her say it.
“I’m saying let’s have a baby. The smile on her lips made her voice sound warm and cheerful. “I’m bloody terrified, I don’t know shit about babies or raising them.”
“Neither do I," Solo said, showing her this was new territory for both of them. “But that’s why people wrote books, right? To help lead the blind?”
Rhea snickered at his wittiest; it’s what made her fall in love with him. “So we’ll get some books?”
“Yeah, we get all the books, and take the mommy classes or whatever they're called, and we’ll do all the tests to make sure our baby’s ok and healthy, if that’ll help you be less scared, Manamea, because if you want this, Rhea, then so do I.”
His hands had gravitated to her sides, the bottom of his palms stretched out to touch her belly, which he swore felt like it was sticking out a little now that they knew.
“I do. I want this baby. Because I know you'll be the most amazing dad ever.”
The words make his heart ache in a good way. He was gonna be a dad to a cute little baby.
“And you're gonna be the best mom in the world.” Solo kissed her again, feeling her smile against his lips as he did so. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”
“I told you we Fatu’s are fertile, yo’ didn’t believe me? Look at all the siblings I have.” He chuckled, which made her laugh too, before she said, “Well, I didn’t expect you to shoot the bloody club up.”
“If I remember correctly, you begged me too, so whose fault is it now?”
“Still yours.” Rhea moved her hands down his shoulders to rest against the middle of his back, pulling herself closer to him. “But now I've got a baby and a bum knee.”
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I’m really starting to love these two together 🤭 I started working on a part two of Good Luck Charm again
who wants to come over and "hang out" (cry about solo sikoa together)
The next episode of Smackdown confirms that the elders are the ones who made Talla and Tama leave Solo, it wasn’t their choice. Talla even looked upset and torn about it.
So with this being canon, my theories are:
The elders want to ruin all of Solo’s relationships so that he has no choice but to re join Roman
Or, Roman was the one who had the elders make that decision.
dont fucking tell me they broke up solo and the mfts. just dont. dont do that to me. i might die. thats horrible. my poor baby. losing THREE families (og bloodline, new bloodline, now the mfts) like that seems excessive. him and dominik actually give me the same exact instinct of "i dont CARE that they did All That Shit i want to protect them. nothing bad can happen to them or i will cry."
SPOILERS
Yup. I atleast have the comfort of knowing they didn’t betray him, they don’t suddenly hate Solo, but they just feel like he’s becoming like Roman and he’s obsessed with Roman over them
Even tho the writing has been ass and doesn’t really back it up it’s whatever. They walked away.
But I think the part that pisses me off the most
“We heard from the elders, we out.” That has to be the most laziest, most rushed last minute excuse to break them up. If I had any doubts of wwe using Ai to write scripts, it was thrown out of the window the second TALLA said this bull shit.