LIFE OF LETTIE
Boldly living, love, and learning.
Chapter Two
Summary: Nineteen-year-old Letitia “Lettie” Anoa’i, daughter of Roman Reigns, is feeling adrift after graduating from the University of Tampa. But when a surprising opportunity comes her way, she steps into the role of the new SmackDown ring announcer. Navigating both the pressure of her family legacy and her newfound career, Lettie embarks on a journey of self-discovery in the spotlight of WWE.
Lettie sat at the kitchen table, her hands folded neatly in front of her, though she wasn’t quite sure where to focus her gaze. The evening had slipped into a quiet kind of tension, a subtle electricity in the air as she waited for her father, Joe, to speak. He had a way of commanding attention without raising his voice, his presence enough to fill any space. It wasn’t the first time they had sat down together to talk about work, but it was the first time the conversation had taken this turn. She had known it was coming.
Joe stepped into the kitchen, the door creaking softly behind him as he entered. He was in his mid-forties now, with a face worn by years of hard work and countless nights spent worrying over his family. His hair was neatly in a bun, and his eyes always sharp and watchful took in his daughter like they were analyzing every inch of her. It wasn’t just because she was his firstborn, though he had always been fiercely protective of her; it was because he knew the world out there was difficult, and he wanted to be sure she was ready for whatever came her way.
"Hey, baby girl," Joe said, his voice deep and calm, yet carrying an undercurrent of concern. "We need to talk."
Lettie exhaled, a small sigh that betrayed her nerves. "I figured."
Joe pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. He leaned forward, his hands resting on the edge of the table. His eyes narrowed, not in anger but in a kind of protective scrutiny. "I heard some rumors today," he began, his tone serious but not judgmental. "Some of the guys at work have been making comments about you."
Lettie didn’t flinch, though her heart did tighten. She had anticipated this conversation, even expected it in some form. She knew exactly what kind of men populated the WWE—wrestlers, staff, and all those associated with the spectacle of it. Most were in their late twenties or thirties, with a few older than that, all of them in a world where things could easily slip out of bounds when people were away from home for too long. The tension, the late nights, the adrenaline—it all made for a potent cocktail of temptation.
"Some of the older guys, right?" Lettie asked quietly, her voice calm but with a faint edge that she couldn’t quite hide.
Joe’s eyes softened. He nodded. "You’re nineteen. That’s a hell of an age to be working around that kind of crowd." He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "I just want you to know that if any of them get too close or start making you uncomfortable, you can come to me. Don’t keep it to yourself, Lettie. I’ll handle it. I won’t let anyone take advantage of you, no matter how charming they think they are."
Lettie felt a twinge of guilt, knowing her father was trying so hard to protect her from things she wasn’t entirely sure she needed protection from. She wasn’t naive. She understood how the dynamics worked. Still, there was something about her father’s words that settled in her chest, a kind of warmth spreading through her. Joe had always been her anchor. And though she hadn’t yet felt threatened at work, she appreciated that he cared enough to be vigilant.
"I’m fine, Dad," Lettie said, the words almost automatic. She knew he’d heard the rumors too—WWE had a way of making everything public, even the smallest whispers. But she wasn’t worried. Not really. "None of the guys have crossed any lines, and I don’t think they will."
Her father didn’t seem entirely convinced. "I know you’re tough," he said, his voice dropping slightly. "But sometimes tough doesn’t matter when it comes to men who think they can get away with things just because you’re young or because you're working in that kind of environment. The last thing I want is for someone to think they have a right to get too close or make you feel uncomfortable in any way."
Lettie nodded, though there was a part of her that wanted to tell him she was perfectly capable of handling herself. She had grown up in the world of wrestling, after all. She was no stranger to being surrounded by larger-than-life personalities, men who liked to push the limits, to test boundaries. But she knew what he was really saying. It wasn’t about her ability to defend herself—it was about the responsibility that came with being the daughter of a man who had fought for respect his entire life. It was about ensuring that respect wasn’t lost, and that no one ever thought they could trample over her just because of her age.
"Okay," she said softly, meeting his eyes. "If anything ever happens, I promise I’ll let you know."
Joe studied her for a moment, as if weighing her sincerity. Then, finally, he nodded. "I just want you to remember that, Lettie. You’re not alone in this, and if anyone ever crosses the line, you don’t have to deal with it alone."
There was a pause, a heavy silence hanging in the air as the weight of his words settled between them. Lettie felt a mixture of gratitude and frustration. She didn’t want her father to feel like he had to intervene, but at the same time, she appreciated his protective nature. He loved her. That was clear. But sometimes love felt heavy, like a burden she didn’t always know how to carry.
"I get it, Dad," Lettie said after a moment, her voice steady. "I really do."
Joe seemed satisfied with that response. "Good," he said, his tone lightening just a fraction. "You’re a smart girl, Lettie. I don’t doubt that you’ll handle it if anything ever comes up. But always know that you can come to me. You’ve got a whole army behind you, if you need it."
Lettie managed a small smile, her chest easing just a little. "Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it."
They sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound in the room. Then, after a few beats, Joe shifted in his seat and leaned forward again, his eyes lighting up with a new topic on his mind. "So, I heard something else today."
Lettie arched an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Netflix," Joe said with a knowing grin. "They’ve reached out. They want you for a reality show."
Lettie’s expression faltered. "A reality show?" she repeated, her tone incredulous. "What kind of reality show?"
Joe shrugged. "I don’t know all the details. But they want to follow you around, give the fans a look at your life behind the scenes at WWE. They think you’re a natural on camera, and they see potential."
Lettie felt a wave of discomfort wash over her. She wasn’t sure how to feel about the idea of her personal life being exposed to millions of strangers. The thought of cameras constantly hovering around her, recording every moment, made her uneasy. She had never been the kind of person to seek out the limelight. The idea of being part of a reality show felt... strange.
"I don’t know, Dad," she said, her voice laced with hesitation. "That kind of thing seems… invasive. I mean, I’m not really into being on camera all the time, you know?"
Joe leaned back again, his arms folding across his chest as he regarded her thoughtfully. "I get that. It’s not for everyone. But you should think about it. This could open a lot of doors for you, Lettie. Not just with WWE, but with other opportunities. You could have a whole new platform to show the world who you are, and it could help your career in ways you can’t even imagine."
Lettie bit her lip, the idea swirling in her mind. She had always been focused on announcing, on the craft, on getting better on the mic. The thought of venturing into the world of reality TV seemed like a distraction, a detour from what she truly loved. But her father was right. The entertainment industry was about more than just talent. It was about visibility, about being in the right place at the right time, and sometimes that meant stepping out of your comfort zone.
"I don’t know…" she said again, her voice soft with uncertainty. "It just feels like… I don’t know if I’m ready for all that attention."
Joe smiled, a warm, reassuring smile. "You’re ready for whatever you want to be ready for. But don’t shut it down just because it’s different. Keep an open mind, Lettie. That’s all I’m saying."
Lettie nodded slowly, though the knot in her stomach hadn’t completely unraveled. "I’ll think about it, Dad."
Joe stood up from the table, his shoulders relaxing as he did. "That’s all I’m asking. Just think about it. And remember, I’m here for you, no matter what you decide."
As her father left the room, Lettie sat in the quiet of the kitchen, the weight of the conversation still lingering. She wasn’t sure where life would take her next, but she knew one thing for certain—her father would always have her back.
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Lettie had never been one for flashy meetings or grandiose pitches. But today, she found herself in a plush conference room, the kind that smelled faintly of expensive coffee and polished wood, staring at a sleek table surrounded by executives in crisp suits with the Netflix logo behind them.
She adjusted her posture, trying to appear calm, though inside, her stomach was a twisting mess. The thought of signing up for a reality show still made her feel uneasy like she was about to step into a world that didn’t quite fit her. But she was here, sitting in front of these people, trying to keep an open mind, as her father had urged.
“Lettie, we’re excited about this opportunity,” said one of the executives, a woman named Karen. “We’ve been following you, and we think you’d be perfect for a reality show. You’ve got the charisma, the story, and let’s be honest your following and connection with your fan base is undeniable. We want to showcase your journey, not just in the WWE, but in your personal life as well.”
Lettie nodded politely, trying to keep her thoughts clear. “I appreciate the offer, but…” She paused, gathering her thoughts. “I’ve never really thought of myself as the ‘reality show’ type. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with cameras following me around all the time.”
Karen gave her an understanding look. “We get that. It’s a big leap. But think about it this way: you have this platform, you have fans who are invested in you, and a show could open doors to even bigger opportunities. Whether it’s endorsements, collaborations, or even expanding your career beyond WWE. It's about telling your story on your terms.”
Lettie glanced out the window, where the city of Los Angeles sprawled beneath them, the sun filtering through the glass and catching the dust motes in the air. She could already feel the weight of the decision pressing on her chest. There was something undeniable about the power of visibility, the kind of visibility Netflix could provide. It could mean more sponsorships, and a chance to branch out into other areas of entertainment that she had not even thought about before today.
But was she ready for the cameras? The scrutiny? The loss of privacy?
“I get what you’re saying,” Lettie said, still unsure of how to fully express the hesitation in her mind. “But there’s a lot that goes into being on camera all the time. It’s not just about filming a few moments. It’s about giving a piece of yourself away. And I’m not sure I’m ready to share everything.”
Another executive, a man named Matt, leaned forward. “We’re not asking you to share everything,” he said gently. “But think of it as an opportunity to shape your own narrative. You’ll have creative control over how your story is told. You won’t be blindsided by anything. We want to capture the real you, but we want you to feel comfortable with it.”
Lettie studied them for a moment, trying to gauge the sincerity in their eyes. She had heard the polished pitch, the rehearsed lines. But something in their expressions softened her wariness. They weren’t just after ratings or drama. They genuinely seemed to want to work with her, to highlight the parts of her life that would resonate with viewers—her passions, her relationship with her family, her journey as a young woman navigating a world that often expected more from her than she felt ready to give.
"I don’t want this to turn into something that feels fake," Lettie said carefully. "I don’t want to be part of some exaggerated storyline or have things twisted just for the sake of drama."
Matt smiled, and it was reassuring, genuine, even. “We get that,” he said. “This won’t be about making you something you’re not. We respect that you want authenticity. That’s why we’re here talking to you and not someone else. You’re the real deal, Lettie, and we want to show that to the world. We believe in you.”
The sincerity in his voice made her hesitate. Lettie had always been wary of people trying to sell her something especially something as big as her personal life but there was something about the way they spoke about her, not as a product but as a person, that made her reconsider her stance.
“I don’t know…” Lettie trailed off, still unsure. The idea of being in the spotlight, of revealing parts of herself that had always been hidden, felt like it would cost her something. It already did. But at the same time, she had spent so much of her life watching others step into the limelight, wondering what it would be like to be seen differently.
Karen picked up on her hesitation. “We’re not going to rush you into anything, Lettie,” she said, her voice softening. “Take some time to think it over. But just know that this could be a real game-changer for you. You have so much potential, and the world wants to see more of you.”
There was a moment of silence as Lettie took it all in. The idea of a reality show still felt foreign to her, but a small part of her couldn’t help but be intrigued by the possibility. The way they talked about her potential, and the opportunities that could open up, was hard to ignore. But at the same time, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a bit too much, too soon.
“I’ll think about it,” Lettie said finally, her voice steady but reflective. "I’m not making any decisions right now. But I appreciate the offer and the time you’ve taken to meet with me."
Matt nodded. “Of course. We’ll be here whenever you’re ready. Just let us know.”
The meeting wrapped up quickly after that, the executives exchanging pleasantries with Lettie before standing and walking her to the door. As she left the conference room, she found herself thinking over everything they had said.
The city stretched out before her again, the busy streets and constant hum of activity serving as a reminder of the constant motion she was surrounded by. The decision loomed, but for now, she couldn’t make up her mind. There was a lot she needed to consider.
Lettie stepped outside, breathing in the cool, fresh air, and for a moment, it felt like she could think again. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, seeing a message from her father: How did the meeting go?
She paused, fingers hovering over the screen. She could tell him everything, share her doubts, her uncertainty, and all the reasons why she wasn’t sure if she could take the plunge into reality TV. But maybe, just maybe, she would hold off for a bit longer.
She quickly typed a response: It went well. I’m still thinking about it. I’ll keep you updated.
As she hit send, she felt a weight settle in her chest, a small but persistent knot that she couldn’t untangle just yet. She had always relied on her instincts to guide her, but this time, the path ahead wasn’t so clear. Would she take the opportunity, or would she keep her distance from the limelight? Only time will tell.
For now, Lettie was content with just taking things one step at a time. Reality TV was still an unfamiliar world, and though she was on the edge of it, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to dive in just yet.
