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Hermit Wrestling Federation- (Fluff - Mumbo x Doc)

AN- First- I know that Mumbo isn't the best at PvP but that's with a sword. The way I picture him makes him perfect for the sport of wrestling so I'm gonna say he's good at it. Same idea as the fact that I'm good at wrestling but trash at fencing (and I've done both). This is folk style wrestling if you're interested in knowing. It's slightly different from what I participated in (I did freestyle) but just worked better with the story. Also- was this an excuse to practice some action writing and an excuse to write about my sport? You'll never know... but it totally was.

It was final year and final tournament for two of the best wrestlers that the Hermit Wrestling Federation had ever seen. And of course, these two had to be in the same weight category. According to the fans, their coaches, and anyone who watched HWF, they had a major rivalry. Mumbo Jumbo was built for wrestling, with long arms and a good sense of his body position. Doc, on the other hand, was built like a truck with strong arms and legs. Everyone was exciting for the coming matches as these two men always put on a good show, with neither ever having the upper hand. But were they really the rivals everyone saw them to be?

Doc POV-

I slip my hoodie over my green and black singlet as I nervously stare at the door to the change room. I was supposed to be meeting my boyfriend here just before the tournament begins. I hadn't seen him in a couple months. We were both busy with training, pretending to hate each other. You'd think that pretending to hate each other would put a rift in our relationship, but I think it just brought us closer together.

I start to glare at the floor in annoyance. Was there a reason we really kept our relationship a secret? Not really, but we figured it would be easier than to have everyone bugging us about having a romantic relationship with our biggest competition.

I look up from the floor just as the door to the changeroom opens in I watch as Mumbo walks into the room, gently locking the door behind him. He turns to me, grinning and we quickly wrap each other up in a giant hug. My nerves melt away at his strong embrace. I pull away and plant a kiss on his chapped lips. He sighs into it and backs me up to a locker. It felt strange being the pinned one, but I didn't care as he ran his hands up to my hair as I pull him in closer.

Mumbo releases the kiss to rest his forehead on mine. I hate the feeling of losing control but I trust Mumbo with my life.

"Good luck today Doc. I'd better see you in the final so I can beat you." Mumbo was smirking at me.

I shake my head in disapproval before responding, "in your dreams babe." I quickly give him another kiss before lightly shoving him off me and collecting my wrestling gear. He collects his, which he had dropped on the floor when he walked in. He unlocks the door to walk out and I follow after a couple moments.

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The tournament goes by quickly and soon, Mumbo and I are facing each other in the final round. The tournament planners had ensured that we were the last match of the day and the crowds were still packed as everyone sat excited for our match. I did a quick warm up along with a game plan chat with my coach. I wasn't really paying attention as I watch Mumbo strip down to his red singlet and give me a sneer. I knew what it meant; it was the good luck face we had decided on to make sure our rivalry was believable. I reciprocated it and took off my own personal hoodie.

We met in the middle of the circular match as the ref came up to us. She checked our gear to ensure we met the necessary safety regulations then backed up to give a sharp whistle to begin the match. Mumbo and I locked up immediately. We always let the match flow naturally as we had decided to never hold back. It made the match more believable and real.

We fought for control as I switch my grip on his left arm so I had his right arm pinched under my left. My right hand, which was around his hand slide off as I twisted, landing on my knees, and I feel Mumbo tumble over my back. He twists slightly in the air so his right arm slips from my grip. He rolls forward and immediately into a low stance on his feet. I hope back to my feet as well as Mumbo shuffles towards me. He's shaking his right arm, as I look at his feet. He steps slight to my right then shoots through my arm to my left leg. His left arm was between my legs as his shoulder connects my stomach forcing me to double over his shoulder.