MFT: MY Fucking Talla

by sonictheboomfan16

Summary:

Solo Sikoa has never known what genuine love is, that is, until his new recruit Hikuleo/Talla Tonga comes into his life.

Notes:

Hey, guys! This is going to be a bit of a semi-slow burn fanfic. If you watch WWE & see how supportive Hikuleo (now Talla Tonga) is with Solo Sikoa...I'm sure you can tell where this is going. 😏 Please be patient with me as most of the updates will be a bit, speratic. I haven't written a fanfic in forever, but I hope you'll enjoy the journey with me.

Also, When Talla mentions his “ex”, he's referring to his old partner (in more ways than one) from his NJPW days, El Phantasmo.

Anyway, on with the show!

Chapter 1: The Road To Love Is Paved With Heartache

For someone like Solo Sikoa, the concept of genuine love was…foreign to him. It was something he never really knew how to define for himself. He was familiar with familial love from his brothers….occasionally, and from his older cousin, the “OTC”, Roman Reigns, but it was all so…twisted. So messy, so toxic, so…spiteful. When he took the Ula'fala, his birthright, after Reigns’ shameful lost to Cody Rhodes a year ago, he decided that he would make things right on his own. He became the new tribal chief. Some call him a cheap imitation, others would argue that he was better than Roman, as far as caring for his crew went. He ditched that pathetic leech, Paul Heyman, and added to his ranks people that he could depend on, and fulfill the holes his family left.

His new right hand man, Tama Tonga, his quirky brother, Tonga Loa, & his cousin that he loved oh so dearly enough to have him released from prison, the so-called “Samoan Werewolf”, Jacob Fatu. The four of them became the new bloodline. A more fierce & hostile bloodline that took what they wanted, when they wanted it. Over time, this new bloodline brought Solo a sense of peace, a sense of belonging, a sense of…love. Sadly, he didn't realize that sometimes even newfound love can have its breaking points. After War Games, & an abysmal few months, and ultimately losing the tribal chief title to a spiteful Roman Reigns, Solo needed time for himself. After he was booed out of the arena on Smack Down a few months ago, he decided then and there, was the time he needed to recollect & figure things out.

 

Eventually, when he returned, not all were happy to see him. Jacob chastised his “beloved” cousin for seemingly abandoning him & the elder tongan twin, with zero communication. Solo did everything he could to reassure his boys that he's here to fix things, but Jacob wasn't buying it. As time went on, Solo & Jacob were stepping over each other's toes to a boiling point where Tama wasn't even sure he could keep the peace. Even after offering Jacob his spot to claim the US Championship title, out of the love from his heart, wasn't enough to keep the peace, as Jacob had the audacity to claim that HE deserved the title, and earned it by HIS OWN merits, when that was the farthest from the truth. Anyone who actually payed attention to what was happening would know that, but alas...

 

Things spiraled more when Tama Tonga was injured by LA Knight, who was more than done with the bloodline’s shenanigans at this point. So there he was. No Loa, Bronson Reed went MIA, & now Tama was hurt too. Solo was left alone with Jacob. Not with a loving family, but a dangerous animal. Fast-forward further into the year, and now Solo had a new right hand man by his side, JC Mateo, much to Jacob's confusion.

Eventually, Jacob had enough & turned his back on the one person who gave a damn about him. It came down to the two of them for the US championship, and it was a fierce battle. One that Solo almost lost until….Tonga Loa had returned, and not alone. Everyone at Night of Champions gasped as Jacob was tossed aside to the announcer’s table, and was staring up at a tall, growling tongan man with luscious flowing hair.

The man's name, was Talla Tonga, formerly known as Hikuleo. He was the younger brother of Tama & Loa, and just as deadly of a wrestler like his elder brothers. Once all the chaos had settled, and Solo claimed the US title from the ungrateful Jacob, he decided from then on, it was time to live up to his entrance music's namesake. Going forward, he was: "taking it all".

 

“So…yeah! This is my little brother, Talla! Figured he'd be a great addition to the group.” Loa exclaimed. “Hup!” Talla grunted, as he puffed his chest out. “I'm here help keep you at the top, sir!”. Solo locked eyes with the taller tongan sibling, scanning his soft yet masculine features. He looked him up & down and made a note of every detail about his new recruit. His long, curly hair, his powerful forearms, the thick definition in those …luscious lips of his…everything. At that point, something in him…clicked. Up till now, Solo had only known one type of love. The twisted love from his blood family. However, as he looked at Talla, he began to feel a new sensation. For the first time ever, Solo Sikoa…was in love.

Talla gazed upon his new leader with curiosity. He took in the 6’2 samoan's features, noting his blonde hair, his stockier build, the softness in those beautiful, brown eyes, and those lips…my god those lips…. Talla had to refrain from licking his own, as he was trying to maintain a level of professionalism.

‘Damn…he's kinda cute. He got a bit more meat on him compared to my ex.’ he thought to himself. ‘I see why my bros were hyping him up.’. Talla reached out for a handshake. Solo shakes his hand, and feels how strong & rugged Talla's hand is. “Welcome to the family, Talla.” he says warmly. “Looking forward to seeing what else you can do.”

 

Talla nods & grunts. “Everything I do, I do for the family. Everything I do, I do for YOU, Solo.” He proclaims. Solo is suddenly overwhelmed with various emotions in that moment. ‘Did my heart just skip a beat…?’ he ponders. JC & Loa begin to wonder if they're interrupting something. “So…..are we gonna grab food now? Or….?” JC asks. The lovestruck pair snaps out of their trance. Solo clears his throat. “Uh, y-yeah. Gotta have a proper welcome for the newbie.”.

The crew gather themselves and head out for a celebratory feast, with Talla & Solo both pondering…’should I be feeling this way about him?’.

Chapter 2: The Protector

Summary:

MFT go out for a bite to eat to get Talla acquainted with the group, but things take a turn when a certain superstar spots them in public...

Notes:

Here's Chapter 2! Hoping this one is a bit better compared to chapter 1. And thank you for being patient with me!

The boys hit up a Denny's near the cities’ outskirts (Solo refuses to step foot in a waffle house ever again, to distance himself from his brothers). MFT just walks in like they own the place; “Table for 4.” says Solo before the waitress could even get a chance to greet them. “R-Right away! Follow me, gentlemen!”. Everyone in the restaurant stares as she guides the faction to a large booth. Solo sits by the window. JC was going to sit next to him, until he's stopped by Talla. “I should sit next to the boss. Keep him safe and all that.” He proclaims. JC & Loa share a look with each other while Solo looks at Talla with curiosity. “Protect him from what? A violent Grand Slam?” JC asks. Loa couldn't help but chuckle, but then quickly straightens up his face when he sees his younger brother's intense stare in his direction.

Talla turns his attention back towards JC & snorts. “Unlike you, I actually take my job seriously. You don't know what the fuck could go down while we're out in the open like this. Solo has enemies, right? So it's MY job to make sure nothing happens to him.” He retorts. JC quickly became agitated with Talla's attitude and was about to go off, but Solo cuts him off before he can start. “It's fine, Mateo. I don't mind.” He states. JC quietly huffs as he steps aside for Talla to sit next to Solo. Loa lightly pulls JC over to sit next to him, hoping to avoid any in-fighting, to which JC begrudgingly accepts.

As the waitress brings over the menus, Solo simply stares in mild awe at Talla. At first, he thought his reasoning for sitting next to him was, albeit, a bit absurd. However, he couldn't help but see the logic in his reasoning. Since Bloodline 2.0 fell apart, Solo hasn't stopped to consider the enemies he's made from his stint as tribal chief. Although it was all just business, being maybe 30% personal in some cases, he didn't consider the possibility of someone attacking him outside of an arena. The fact that Talla thought about his safety & well-being before HE did, spoke volumes to him. He licks his lips a bit. “Smart & capable. I like that.” He chuckles. A small smile manages to escape from Talla's lips until he notices Solo staring and immediately goes back to guard dog mode. *coughs* “Like I said, it's my job, Sir.” Talla crosses his arms like nothing happened.

 

JC & Loa look at the two of them, then share a glance with each other. Solo notices this, and snaps his fingers at them. “Eyy! What's with all the looks? Something y'all wanna say?”. Loa & JC simply shake their heads. “Nope, not a thing.” Loa exclaims. “Happy to see that you & my little brother are getting along well. Like I said, he'll make a great addition to MFT.”. “Yeah…” Solo says as he rubs his chin. “Speaking of brothers, where the hell is Tama at? Why the hell hasn't he reached out yet?”.

Talla glances at his brother, as Loa takes a deep breath. “About that…He went to the doctor's for a check up a week ago, and he was told that he still needs more time to recover from his surgery. He's making decent progress, buuuuut, they wanna make sure he's 100% before he comes back. Not factoring his time to get back into fighting shape.”. Solo sighs & rubs his temples, but nods his head in understanding. “Guess it can't be helped. He'll come back when he can.” he responds. Loa then places his hand on Talla's arm. “Buuuut, that's also why we got Talla here! He'll make up for what we lack!” He states as he looks at his little brother with pride.

Talla simply grunts in agreement. “I'll do our family proud.” he proclaims. JC rolls his eyes. The waitress returns. “Alrighty, gents. Are we ready to order?” She asks. The group realizes that they didn't even look at the menus since they sat down. “Uh, could you give us a few more minutes please?” Loa pleads. “Certainly. I'll be back again soon.” she responds as she walks away to tend to the other patrons.

 

~40 MINUTES LATER~

The gang is about halfway into their meal, until….

“I KNOW THAT ISN'T TRIBAL CHIEF JR WITH MY UNITED STATES TITLE OVER THERE!”

Everyone in the restaurant look up to see who in the actual fuck is yellin’ like that, except for Solo. *sighs* “Goddamned L.A. Knight–”

“YEAH!” Knight interrupts, as soon as he makes it to their table. Solo calmly wipes his face with his napkin, and turns to Knight with a forced smile. “Do you mind? We're tryna have a nice meal here.” He asks. Knight pulls his shades off, and stares directly at Solo with such intense animosity, you'd think he was about to pop a blood vessel.

“Listen here, Baby Umaga! I've put up with YOU, and your family's shit for far too fucking long! That goddamn US title should be in my arms, not yours!” He proclaims. Talla can feel his blood pressure rising as L.A.Knight continues his rant. Everyone around them looks on, some even recording, hoping a fight breaks out. Solo doesn't take kindly to any digs about his late uncle. “You betta’ watch YOUR GODDAMNED MOUTH, OR I'LL–”

“OR WHAT?!” Knight retaliated as he slams his fist on the table. JC & Loa brace themselves for a rumble, and Solo couldn't help but flinch in that moment. That's when it all went to hell.

As soon as Talla saw Solo flinch in the corner of his eyes…all he could see was red.

“Protect Him. Protect Solo.” That's all Talla hears in his head.

“Protect him…Protect him…PROTECT HIM!”

 

Talla stood up & swiftly grabbed Knight by the throat, leaving him dangling from the ground. The higher he held him, the tighter his grip became. Knight was struggling for air, gasping, and flailing.

He tried to kick the mighty tongan, but to no avail. Patrons & staff looked on with horror, amusement, & dread as Talla had no intentions of stopping. Solo looked at Talla like he was a guardian angel; slowly but surely grasping at the grandeur of his strength. He never felt like this before. He never felt protected like this since he was younger; the times when his brothers had to protect him from school yard bullies. Loa looked on nervously. “T-Talla, bro, y-you're gonna kill him, man…”

Some people were cheering at the display, while others were frantically yelling & pleading for him to stop. Some tried to step up & intervene, but Talla's aura was radiating bloodlust…approaching him, was NOT advised.

Talla stared into L.A. Knight's soul while watching the life drain from his eyes. He blocked out every other voice, every other sound, because the only one that mattered at the moment, was his own. The one that tells him to protect Solo.

Knight could feel his wind pipe on the edge of being crushed. His choking and gagging were beginning to die out as his consciousness began wanning quicker. “Talla…TALLA, STOP!” Loa yelled frantically. JC grabs Solo's arm. “SOLO, STOP HIM!” He yells. Solo snapped out of his dreamy daze, and realized the situation had shifted dramatically. “T-Talla…?” He spoke softly.

Talla suddenly snapped back to reality as soon as he heard Solo's gentle voice, echoing to him like a soothing melody. He turns to face his leader with gentle eyes. “Y-Yes, Solo?” He says as his grip on Knight's throat slightly loosens up.

“You can put him down now…please.” he states, still staring at his tongan warrior with his dream-filled eyes.

Talla acknowledges Solo's plea, and turns to L.A. Knight. All he can manage is a grunt before he drops Knight, and kicks him hard across the restaurant onto another patron's table, smashing plates & knocking over drinks everywhere. No one had ever seen a grown man with that much muscle be kicked with a force that strong before. It made Drew McIntyre’s Claymore look like a damn tutorial.

Knight was coughing & wheezing hard, trying to get some air back into his lunges, while simultaneously keeling over in immense pain. Solo looked over at Knight, then back over to Talla as the tongan fixed his hair. Talla continued to block out all the screaming & yelling from everyone else as he gets close to Solo, and leaned in deep into his personal space.

He takes hand & gently turns Solo's head towards him. “Are you alright, Solo?” he asks softly. Solo felt his heart skip a beat again as Talla checks on him. “Y-Yeah, I'm fine…thank you…” he responds.

A small smile forms on Talla's lips once more. “Good. I'm glad.”

Loa & JC glanced at each other once more, now filled with a sense of worry. Talla meant what he said about protecting Solo…but to what extent…

Chapter 3: Worth The Trouble

Summary:

A week after Talla's stint at Denny's, MFT as a whole gets punished for what transpired. Let's just say tensions get a bit high before the flight home...

Notes:

Hoping this chapter has a lot more drama for y'all. Also, PLEASE don't hesitate to tell me what you think. I'm curious about your thoughts.

The next few days for MFT weren't exactly the greatest…

After Talla's stint at the restaurant, WWE as a whole were making headlines over the “incident", gaining some not so great publicity (but what else is new for them). Some wondered if this was all just a work, while others argued that what transpired seemed VERY real, and thought what happened was disgraceful. Triple H wasn't happy, to say the least. The higher ups at TKO demanded an explanation, and they wanted it NOW. Solo and the others explained in detail about how L.A. Knight was the one that started the altercation, but couldn't deny that Talla was the one who got physical first..

Knight was put on medical leave, and couldn't be reached out for his take on the incident. Needless to say, him & MFT as a whole, were put on immediate suspension until they can work this mess out. They also had to have their pay docked to pay for the damages at the Denny's, along with a formal apology on behalf of the company.

The group sat at the airport, waiting to board their flight home from their…corporate visit. JC looked visibly irritated while trying to read his magazine, Loa sat and looked around awkwardly while snackin’ on some nutter butters, Talla sat silently, eyes closed with his arms crossed while listening to music, & Solo was fidgeting with his stimming ring as he bounced his leg. JC tried to keep his cool, but he looked up at Talla, and just saw how unbothered he was about the whole thing, and he couldn't stand it. Solo looked up for a moment and saw JC staring down the nonchalant tongan with disdain.

“Mateo.” He called out. JC looks over at him for a moment. “Yeah?”. “What's the problem?” asks Solo. JC pinches the bridge of his nose, as he feels himself becoming irritated once more. “You're not seriously asking me that now, are you?” He scoffs. Solo sighs, and straights himself up, knowing where this was gonna go. “Mateo, I know you're upset, but–” JC just lets out a loud, bitter chuckle. “Upset? No, no, why would I be UPSET?” He states. “It's DEFINITELY NOT because a certain newbie wanted to act like a goddamned try hard, & nearly kill one of our co-workers over some petty shit, and get US fucked over because of it. Absolutely not.” he replied bitterly.

Solo took a deep breath, trying to gain his sense of composure. He didn't want to shut down JC, because he knows he's right. He wants his boys to be seen & heard. He wants to continue to remain a better leader than his cousin, Roman Reigns. However, he himself was not in the mood for this conversation at the moment. Loa spoke up. “Look, JC, man, I get it. I do. My little brother definitely took things too far. But getting mad at each other isn't–” JC whipped his head around towards Loa. “I know DAMN WELL you're not tryna make excuses for him right now! He’s a grown ass man doin’ stupid shit without thinking! You're his big brother, why the hell didn't you stop him?! What, you & Tama didn't house train him enough?!” He yelled.

Solo & Loa were starting to become weary of JC's mini-tantrum. He was about to reign him in, but Loa stepped up first. “Hey, man. Watch what the fuck you say about my family!” JC then stood up & got in Loa's face. “Oh what's wrong, Mr. Infamous? Did you BOTCH raising your little brother too?” He says with a smirk. Solo looked around and noticed everyone was beginning to stare at them. He gets up & separates them immediately.

“We're not doing this here! Last thing we fucking need is to end up on the No-Fly list right now, so shut that shit down now.” He states. JC & Loa simultaneously try to argue, but– “I said NOW!” he exclaims, drawing more attention to them. Talla briefly opens his eyes, and sees the three of them standing up in what he can only guess is a heated debate. He then looks over and sees a few TSA agents heading towards their direction, two of them with their hands at the ready near their firearms. He stands to attention as he rips out his earbuds, wondering how to handle the situation. The agents approach them.

 

“Excuse me, gentlemen. Is there a problem here?” One of them asks. The other three were a bit blindsided by the 6 agents approaching them. It didn't look good for them at that point, but Solo tried to spin things. “I'm sorry for the trouble, Officers. My family & I were having a heated discussion, and things started to get out of hand. We're cool now, right fellas?” He asks, looking back at Loa & JC. The two of them stared at each other with mild annoyance, before glancing back at the agents.

“Yeah, we're fine. Long as this ocean meatball keeps his mouth shut…” Loa muttered. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME, YOU BIG-NOSED BITCH?!” JC retorts. Solo starts stressing out as the other agents place their hands on their firearms, just waiting for shit to pop off. Talla then steps in and places a hand on each of their shoulders, and squeezes them hard. As they wince in pain, Talla speaks up, as calmly as possible. “Again, we're sorry Officers. Everyone's just a bit irritated right now, but I promise you, we’ll stop causing a disturbance. Could you just let us off with a warning, please?” he pleads. Most of the other agents looked skeptical, but the chief among them sighed & waved them off. “Just keep it down.” he states.

The TSA agents take their leave, with Solo taking a sigh of relief. He was genuinely impressed on how well Talla handled that whole situation. ‘Is this really the same dude who nearly choked someone to death for me a week ago?’ he pondered as he looked at him. Talla then releases his grip over his brother & JC, as the other two wince in pain over being freed from his iron clad grip. “Fucking hell, bro…” Loa whined. JC was pissed. “What the fuck is your–” Talla snatched JC's face, and pulled him closer to him; silencing him with his hand over his mouth firmly.

Talla stared deep into JC's eyes before speaking. “Let's get one thing straight, Mateo. I don't regret what I did. Not at all. I did what I was supposed to do, like I said I would. And honestly, I'd do it again. I would've squeezed the ever-living SHIT, out of L.A. Knight if Solo asked me to.” he said coldly. Solo & Loa just look on, not knowing whether or not to intervene. “The only thing I regret is getting his pay docked. That's on me. But everything else? Fuck no. None of us would be here if weren't for Solo, so I suggest you remember that. I take orders from him, not you. And if you still got beef with me, we can settle it when we're not at the airport. Until then, sit down, & behave. Got it?”.

JC just silently nods his head. “Good. Glad that's settled.” says Talla, as he removes his hand from his face. “Now let's go. Looks like our flight is boarding soon.” he says as he grabs Solo's case with his. The other three look at each other before following suit.

~an hour and a half later~

The flight home was silent, but at the very least, comfortable. MFT only flies first class. Solo sat by Talla near the window, while JC & Loa sat in the aisle across. Everyone was just keeping to themselves, mostly. Solo looked over at Talla, marveling at his tongan enforcer in all his radiance. ‘It should be a crime for someone to be handsome & pretty at the same time….goddamn.’ he thought to himself. Out of nowhere, he suddenly felt a stirring in his loins. Embarrassed, he tried to quickly shift his legs to hide his rising member. Talla noticed him shifting around, and looked concerned. “Everything alright?” he asked with sincerity. “Y-Yeah! I'm good man, I'm good. Just trynna get comfy.” he replied.

Talla simply nods his head, and goes back to looking at his phone. “Hey, Talla…?”. Talla looks back at Solo. “Yeah, boss?” Solo takes a deep breath. “I just wanted to tell you, I appreciate what you've done for me thus far, but…maybe, just scale it back a bit. I…I understand you wanna protect me, but what happened at the restaurant, can't happen again. Not unless it's a last resort, or if our lives are actually on the line. Trust me, I'm not worth going to jail for….” he says earnestly. “You're wrong.” Talla retorts. Solo is taken a bit back by his response. “What do you mean I'm wrong?” He asks.

 

Talla can't help but let a small smirk escape his lips, as he looks Solo in the eyes. “You're wrong. Because you, Solo, you're worth the trouble. I'd fight through hell & high water for you.” Solo's eyes get a bit glossy after hearing him say that. He didn't know what to think…

Suddenly, the plane hit a bit of rough turbulence. Talla went from cool & collected to suddenly gripping the edges of his seat with anxiety. Solo had never seen Talla like this before. The once proud & strong enforcer was shaking like a leaf before him. Talla sees Solo staring at him, and tries to play it cool. “S-Sorry. Sometimes flying gives me anxiety. Heh.” He says. He leans back in his seat & tried to do some small breathing exercises to help him calm down, but it's clear that he's struggling a bit. Solo then realized that this is why he always sat behind the rest of the crew on their flights. He didn't want them to see him like this.

Solo gently tries to place his hand on Talla's, causing him to flinch and look over in a small panic. Solo slowly backs off for a moment, then offers his hand again upfront. “You can take my hand if it'll help…I don't mind.” He says. He does everything he can to make Talla feel comfortable in the moment, hoping he'll reach out. Talla is unsure at first, but eventually, he takes his hand. Solo holds him securely, and gently rubs his thumb over his hand. The blonde samoan smiles warmly. “I gotchu.” he proclaims. “Squeeze as much as you need to.”.

 

Talla manages to slow his breathing down a bit. The feeling of Solo's hand intertwined with his had a strange, but soothing effect over him. ‘His hands…how can something feel soft but rugged at the same time?’ He thought to himself. Talla just stared at their hands together for a bit, until he felt like he was staring too long, and looked away. “S-Sorry.” He said gruffly. Solo leans over, and turns his Talla's head back to him. “Nothing be sorry about. We look out for each other here, right?” He asks. Talla feels himself getting flustered a bit. “R-Right…” He responds.

 

JC looks over the aisle and sees them holding hands. He sucks his teeth & rolls his eyes until he noticed Loa giving him a death glare. “Got something you wanna say?” He prompts. Loa wanted to respond, but looks over at the his brother and leader, and sighs with mild frustration. “Not to you.” He retorts.

 

The rest of the flight was certainly an interesting one, to say the least…