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.

--------

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.

Mumbo then wraps his other arm around me as he stands up, forcing me off of my left leg and onto the toes of my right. I'm helpless as he takes me to the ground, his arms still wrapped around my leg. As I land on my stomach on the soft mat, I immediately scoot up into a position on my hands and knees. Mumbo has released my legs and has his arms wrapped around my waist as he grapples for control over my head. One of his long arms ends up reaching underneath me and grasping my right arm. He pulls it across my body forcing me back the ground as he works to roll me to my back.

I quickly counter by forcing my toes into the mat, driving up to the top of head and flip Mumbo over me. I know have control as he fights to stay on his stomach. Just as I gain control of his head, a whistle blows. I release Mumbo and walk to my coach where he talks me through some points.

Mumbo and I are soon back on the mat. He starts on the ground, with me having control. We grapple in the position for a while before Mumbo escapes my grip and turns to face me, standing on his feet. I hop to mine just as Mumbo moves to grab my wrist. I break his grip and push his arm up as I my stance and step around to his back. He tries to break the grip I have around him but is unsuccessful as I trip him backwards.

I freeze as I hear a snap and a yelp from the man in red. I immediately release him even before the ref stops the match. I quickly scan is body for any obvious injuries. These were common in our sport but I had never injured my boyfriend. I felt sick and I had to control myself from crying in front of the crowd. That becomes even harder as I scan down his legs. His right leg is at a horribly unnatural angle. I look back at his face where pain is etching deep lines in his smooth skin. The crowd has gone silent as I hear Mumbo's coach rush over while someone else is calling 911. I'm in utter shock as I feel someone begin pulling me away from my boyfriend, saying that I've done enough harm. I fight to break free and I see Mumbo reach his hand weakly to me. Shock is over running his system as adrenaline is fueling mine.

Finally breaking free from the grip, I rush towards Mumbo and grip his hand as pain induce tears stream from his eyes. I feel arms grab my shoulder again and I turn to glare at the person. It's another of Mumbo's coaches and he immediately backs away at the murder I have on my face. In that moment of looking away, I can see the ref and my coach coming towards me.

I scoot away from the people trying to immobilize Mumbo's leg and further away from my approaching coach. I know he thinks I hate Mumbo and is going to try to help the situation but removing me. I shift so I'm sitting on the mat. I drop Mumbo's hand and grasp his head in my hands. I can see the ref rushing towards me faster than before, fear evident in her giant black eyes.

I look away and carefully move Mumbo's head so it's rested on my lap. His eyes are half closed as he tries to stay conscious but contentment begins to replace the pained look. Before I even have a chance to talk to him, the ref and my coach are dragging me away from him, each having and arm looped through one of mine. I can see Mumbo's face change to panic. He thinks I just left him.

I scream out for Mumbo and can hear mutterings in the stands. I cannot let them take me away from my boyfriend. I'm supposed to be there to protect him but I hurt him. I hurt him bad and he thinks I just left him there to suffer. I snap when I hear Mumbo call back for me. Anger bubbles in my body as I thrash against the strong grip of my coach and the ref. It blinds me as I free my arm held by my coach and turn and punch the ref in the eye. She releases me, stumbling back. My coach tries to grab me again but I throw a punch into his gut and race across the gym, sliding to a stop beside Mumbo, grabbing his head again. His pain filled eyes look up into mine.

"It's okay Mumbo. I'm here now. We're going to get you all fixed up." I try to force tears back as he nods slightly. I can't hold back anymore as I kiss him. Right there. In front of everybody. I pull back and tears start to fall out of my eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Doc, it's not your fault." Mumbo's voice was rough from trying to talk through the pain. His coach as come over to me to try to force me off again but I struggle against him.

"Doc. Stop. You've injured him enough and then took advantage of him while he can't run?" Mumbo's coach is literally yelling at me as tears stream down my face. All of my anger an adrenaline has faded but I struggle weakly against the coach. I'm slowly being drug away from Mumbo again and he turns to face me, his face full of worry, then a moment of pain and he closes his eyes, going limp.

The medic begins frantically checking his vitals and I can hear the sirens of the ambulance. I'm being held back, at this point, by Mumbo's coach and my coach and the ref who had both recovered from my punches. I'm no longer struggling but I'm still desperate to get to Mumbo. He needs me right now and I can't be there. I see Iskall an Grian run onto the mat, glaring at me. My heart breaks as they block my view of my boyfriend. I lower my head and stare at the mat numbly. My heart ached to be there for Mumbo, but my body was too exhausted from the day of the tournament that I could no longer fight.

I finally feel the arms holding me back relax and move away. I look up to see Mumbo being rolled out of the gym on a stretcher, Grian and Iskall following worriedly. Mumbo's coach comes into view and glares at me, "don't ever talk to Mumbo again. You've done enough at this point. I can't imagine how much he hates you but I hope you know. You beat him, injured him, and humiliated him with that kiss." The coach hisses the last word out like it was poison. I just stay there and collapse to the floor, tears streaming from my face as the crowd begins to disperse. I was grateful that no one came to talk to me. I probably would have punched them.

-Time Skip-

Mumbo is finally out of the hospital so I take a trip to his base but before I'm even half way inside, Iskall and Grian stop me. I could fight them so easily but I have no fight left. I failed my boyfriend. I could protect him.

"What are you doing here?" Grian growled at me.

"I'm here to see Mumbo..."

Iskall put his hand on my chest, "no."

I slump slightly until I here Mumbo call through his place, "Gri? Who's at the door?"

I perk up, now more desperate to get inside. Grian is calling back at Mumbo, "nobody! Just stay in bed."

Nobody? Is that who I am to these two? Do they really think Mumbo and I hate each other that much? I can feel anger rising in my chest again and I grin at the fear that has appeared on Iskall and Grian's faces. I step forwards into Iskall's arm and he pulls back as if I'd stung him. I glower at the two shorter hermits as I step all the way into Mumbo's house.

"No. No. No." Grian is shaking his head in fear, "please, Mumbo doesn't need to be hurt more."

I pause as I hear the sweet voice I have been aching to hear, "Guys, seriously who's h- oh! Doc!"

I turn to him and grin as he tries to come towards me. I rush over to him, Grian and Iskall close behind me, and pick him up bridal style, "you shouldn't be on your feet mister." Mumbo just flushes and shoves his head into my chest. I look over at Grian and Iskall who's faces have morphed from fear to confusion.

I just shake my head at them and turn to carry Mumbo back to his room. They continue to follow on my heels as I place Mumbo into his bed. I try to pry away from him, but he grips to me desperately. I can see the silent pleas in his eyes and I smile at my needy boyfriend. This is more of the man I knew, submissive and sweet, not the controlling wrestler most people see him as.

I sit down beside where I had laid him, and he quickly shifts so he's back in my lap. I love it, even if he is a similar size to me. He shoves his face back into me and I feel him take a deep breath before relaxing completely, trusting me to hold him.

"So..." Iskall starts, staring wide eyed at Mumbo's actions, "are you two... do you not hate... what is happening?"

I shift slightly with nerves, but freeze when I hear my boyfriend whimper is pain. I raise my free hand to his face and lightly hold his cheek before looking up to Iskall, "what do you think is happening? I don't hate Mumbo. I love him."

I feel Mumbo smile lightly under my hand as Iskall and Grian's jaws drop to the floor. I laugh at their reactions as they bid their farewell and walk out. I can hear Grian exclaim, "so that's Mumbo's boyfriend!" just before they left the base.

I look back down to my boyfriend and gently move his face away from my chest, "I guess our secret's out now." He nods but doesn't seem too upset about it. I watch him until he tries to sit up towards me, groaning at the movement on his leg during this process.

I try to stop him, but he slings he arms around my neck to pull himself all the way up towards my face. I laugh lightly when he kisses my chin, "I think you missed babe."

He frowns at me but I pull him into an actual kiss. I pulled back carefully before laying down with him, careful to not move his leg too much. And there we laid through the night, letting the exhaustion from the past few days pull us to sleep.