Alright, let’s talk about this wrestling family, the ones everyone’s yappin’ about. You know, the Usos and that Roman Reigns fella. Folks keep askin’, are they related? Well, yeah, they are. It’s kinda like how half the folks in my village are somehow kin, just a big ol’ family tree, all tangled up.
See, it all goes back to this Samoan family, the Anoa’i’s. Big family, lots of wrestlers. It’s in their blood, like bakin’ pies is in mine. Roman Reigns, his real name is somethin’ fancy, Leati somethin’ or other, he’s cousins with them Uso boys, Jimmy and Jey. Their real last name is Fatu, but who can keep track of all them names? I just call ’em the Usos, easy peasy.
- Roman Reigns and The Usos: Cousins They’re all part of that big Anoa’i family. Just like how all the Johnsons around here are related, one way or another.
- Rikishi: The Daddy Rikishi, he’s the Usos’ daddy. And guess what? Rikishi and Roman Reigns’ daddy, Sika, they’re brothers. So that makes Rikishi Roman’s uncle, and the Usos, well, they’re Roman’s… nephews? See, it’s all tangled up like a ball of yarn my cat got a hold of.
Now, they got this thing goin’ on in the wrestlin’ world, called the Bloodline. It’s a story, see? But it’s more than just a story, ‘cause these fellas really are family. It’s like when my grandkids put on a play, only with more muscles and less singin’. They fight each other, they team up, it’s all a big family drama, right there on TV for everyone to see.
And then there’s this other fella, Solo Sikoa. He’s one of Rikishi’s boys too, so that makes him an Uso brother, even though he ain’t called an Uso. He’s mixed up in all this Bloodline stuff too. Heard he just got hitched, good for him. Findin’ a good woman’s harder than findin’ a ripe watermelon in December, I tell ya.
This whole Anoa’i family, they been wrestlin’ for ages. It’s like their family business, like how my family’s always been farmin’. They got uncles and cousins and grandpas, all wrestlin’. Heard tell of some fella named Peter Maivia, he was a wrestler too, way back when. Part of the family, see? It just goes on and on.
Sometimes I watch them on the TV, all that fightin’ and yellin’. It’s kinda like when my chickens get loose in the yard, all squawkin’ and flappin’ around. But these fellas, they do it on purpose. And folks love it! They cheer and boo, just like when we have the pie-eatin’ contest at the county fair. People love a good show, whether it’s wrestlin’ or eatin’ pie.
So, to get it straight, Roman Reigns is the Usos’ uncle, sort of. And they’re all cousins through that big Anoa’i family. It’s a family thing, see? They stick together, even when they’re fightin’. Just like how my family always helps each other out, even when we’re squabblin’ over who gets the last piece of chicken. Family’s family, no matter how you slice it.
And this whole tribal chief thing Roman’s got going on, that’s part of the show too. He’s the boss, see? Like the head rooster in the henhouse. But even the head rooster needs his family, even if they sometimes peck at each other. It’s all part of the pecking order, you know? Everyone’s got their place.
So there ya have it. The Usos and Roman Reigns, they’re family. Cousins, uncles, nephews, it’s all mixed up, but they’re blood. And that’s what matters, ain’t it? Just like how all us folks in this village are connected, one way or another. We might not all be blood, but we’re family in our own way. And that’s somethin’ special, that is.
They go by different names sometimes, Leati this and Fatu that, but it’s all the same family. Just like how my John is called Johnny by some folks, and John-boy by others, but he’s still my John. Names don’t change who you are, and these fellas, they’re Anoa’is, through and through. Wrestlin’ is just what they do, it’s in their blood, like I said.
So next time you see them on TV, all muscled up and yellin’, remember they’re not just puttin’ on a show. They’re family, fightin’ and feudin’ and lovin’ each other, just like any other family, only with more spandex and body slams. And that’s why folks love ’em. They’re real, even when they’re pretendin’. Just like how my apple pie is real good, even if I do say so myself.
