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The sound of water running and men talking filled the locker room with positive energy. Of course, that's a given since everyone here enjoys their jobs as entertainers for the masses and a good old-fashioned brawl to see who's stronger. None were more joyous than the newly crowned champion, Buck Murphy. He strode confidently into the locker room, waving at his fellow fighters, happy with the match results. Of course, his opponent wasn't too pleased with the arrangement, but what could they do? The fans weren't thrilled that Magnus's loss was based on a cheap way to blind him. Nor were they thrilled that the top heel didn't say anything or smack talk during his entire reign. The brown shamrock bear felt terrible for the gorilla since he didn't have the title for long, but that's the business they live for. One moment you're on top of the world, and then the next, you're banished from the upper echelons back to the bottom.

He shrugged, hoping the loss would at least inspire some league of heels that could keep things interesting for a while. For right now, though, Buck has a date with the showers, and his body ached for some R&R. He stripped at his locker before heading to the nearest available shower head. Wasting no time, he cranked up the heat and sighed happily, enjoying the warm water cascade over his bruised body.

The last fight took its toll on the poor bear feeling his muscles finally relax. Unfortunately, his muscles ached, but the hot water helped make it more bearable. He let out a groan enjoying his shower before he felt a smack on his ass. "Fuck off, Magnus. I'm too sore for this right now." Buck chuckled, wiping water from his face giving the blue bear a quick slap on his rear. The former champion chuckled, turning on his shower next to his long-time friend and tag team partner.

"Awww, come on, bud! You kicked some serious ass out there tonight! That deserves a congratulatory ass slap! Are you still up for going over to Lucian's place for D&D?" Magnus asked, lathering up with soap over his chiseled body. Buck inwardly groaned, forgetting all about their game night. He didn't expect the match to drag out as it did, and all he wanted to do was sleep.

"I completely forgot about that man. Ugh, all I want to do is sleep. Killgore doesn't hold back, you know, feels like I've been hit by a truck." The bear rubbed his shoulders before rolling them to get some good pops out, easing some tension. Magnus looks disappointed but slaps his friend on the ass again, laughing.

"Trust me; I know that all too well. Well, I just need to tell that pup he'll have to wait to meet ya then." Buck cocked an eyebrow at the blue bear turning his shower off. Magnus doesn't have to wait for any match bookings for him. He's popular enough that many wrestlers, champs, and jobbers alike, beg management to set up matches against the blue bear. He's fought enough furs to know if they're prime material or chumps looking for fifteen seconds of fame.

"A pup, huh? Let me guess it's that huge ass timberwolf that managed to sling ya into the turnbuckle, right?" Magnus stuck his tongue out at his buddy but smirked a bit.

"Yeah, that's him. His name is Tony Masters, but he lets everyone call him by his stage name Silver Fang. He's a fun guy to fight, but he relies on his MMA days too much. So after our match, I told him that I'd set him up with you as his trainer. Help him get those old reflexes ironed out with some new ones." Buck rolled his eyes, drying off as he listened to his partner prattle on. "Plus, you got some downtime now that the title is in your paws. Figured you could use a little fun on the side."

Buck thought on the idea for a moment, wondering if it'd be worth the effort. "Is he gay and open to some more....risque matches if the mood is right?"

Magnus laughed before giving off that trademark shit-eating grin. "Bro, he was hard the whole damn match with me. I'm sure he won't object if it comes up. Now go home and rest, ya overgrown leprechaun. I'll see ya next week at Lucian's." Buck nodded and headed off to get dressed and head home to his warm, soft bed. As he walked out to his truck, he couldn't help but smirk. Magnus always gets all the jobbers, with Lucian being the favorite of the bunch, so that doesn't leave many new bloods for the rest of them. If he plays his cards right then, the shamrock bear might get a personal jobber out of this arrangement.

A few weeks passed, letting Buck get accustomed to being champion. The fans were ecstatic that another bear held the championship belt. Not to mention that Killgore's appearances have been cut back, allowing the gorilla some much-needed R&R. Even though the promoters revealed the new mutant league or whatever they were calling it. This year was shaping up to be interesting for them. However, despite his popularity going through the roof, Buck couldn't help but feel.....bored. Sure he's had some matches here and there, but it's less than he's used to. He wanted some action, and the league wasn't providing it for the sake of the less popular fighters.

The bear sighed, swaying in his hammock, scrolling through his Chirp feed, seeing a plethora of independent fighters making some indie debuts. Coincidentally, he saw a wolf wearing less and less the more he scrolled. "Fuck I should've just gone to Lucian's and met the pup. Thrashing him around would be better than sitting on my ass all day."

Ding!

His ears perked up, noticing he got a private Chirp. Opening the message made the big bear smirk seeing the wolf on his mind; Silver fur with a black V fur pattern on that muscular chest, black shorts, boots, and knee pads with fangs around a moon. The wolf stood flexing in the pic with a short message attached. "Heard you're looking for some action. I'm down to rough you up, champ, if you think you can handle this alpha!" Cute, cocky, and huge to boot, Buck typed a quick message back, eager to get his paws on this wolf.

"Oh? Do you think you can grapple with the champ boy? Let's see what you can do. Sending you the location, don't be late." The bear got out of his hammock, stretching a bit--time for some fun in the ring and maybe something extra.

Buck waited for the new blood in one of the league's spare stadiums. They're used mainly for training, but sometimes the venues get big enough to simultaneously warrant multiple matches. He leaned against the ropes, wondering what took the pup so long. Hopefully, he didn't get cold feet; otherwise, all this setup will waste. Hearing a door open, his ears perked up; turning his head, he saw that colossal wolf striding down the ramp in his wrestling gear. Buck smirks, waving at the wolf.

"About time you got here. I was beginning to wonder if you got cold feet."

"Pfffft, you ain't that scary teddy bear. Got a little lost, but I'm here now. You ready to get your ass beat?"

"The only one getting their ass beat is you, boy." Silver slid into the ring, walking up to Buck bumping chests with him. Both smirked at the other ready to get the match started.

"A three-count sounds alright?"

"Awww, I was hoping to make it, and I Quit match but sure teddy bear. Three counts are alright by me."

Buck put his hands up, inviting Silver to start the match with a contest of strength. The wolf grinned, grasping his opponents' hands gripping them tightly. Their muscles tensed as they readied themselves, eager to get started.

"Set! Go-oooomph!" Buck gasped in pain, feeling Silver's knee dig into his gut. The giant wolf smirked, transitioning from the knee to DDT smacking Buck's head against the mat hard. The big bear grasped his head and abdomen, trying to catch his breath. A strength test would've been fun for the wolf since Buck was strong enough to bring Killgore down. But the wolf wants to show he's not a punching bag, especially after his match with Magnus. He's going to make sure this won't be a one-sided match.

Silver stood up, grabbing the bear by his hair pulling him before slinging the bear into the turnbuckle. He grinned, seeing the bear yell out in pain, slumping in the corner still slightly dizzy. The wolf charged at the bear, ramming his shoulder into that muscled gut. He leaned into the bear for a moment catching his breath before....one....two....three more hits into that stomach.

Buck coughed, slumping onto the mat, trying to catch his breath. His breath was ragged, and he could feel the wolf's gaze on him. It felt a little weird feeling like prey. The big bad wolf got a good start on him; he wouldn't deny that. He's more aggressive than he was with Magnus. He grunted, feeling his hair pulled on again. Silver forced him back to his feet, pushing him into the turnbuckle. The wolf wrapped his arms into the ropes exposing his chest.

Silver licked his lips, running his paw through that soft fur feeling the thick muscles underneath. It amazes him how lucky he is to wrestle not one but two sexy ass bears. Alas, he didn't come here just to ogle the shamrock bear. He raised his arm back, striking that thick chest with his forearm. The bear grunted, slumping down a bit just for him to drag him back up for another strike.

Silver felt on top of the world, working over the champ. He struck the champion two more times before pulling his arms out of the ropes. Buck slumped a bit, forcing the wolf to support him; Silver growled, pushing the bear to the top of the turnbuckle, having him sit on the top. Silver climbed up, ready to end this with a suplex.

The bear grunted on top of the turnbuckle, amused at the wolf's cockiness. Thinking he could end this so quickly when the bear hasn't had his fill yet. As Magnus said, the wolf has talent, but he relies too much on his aggression. It's good to have, but it's important to pace oneself in a ring like this, or else it opens up multiple avenues to be countered. Buck could have easily turned this match around at any moment. He wanted to see what the wolf could do firsthand. Not a bad showing, but it's time to show this mutt a thing or two. The wolf left himself wide open from the surprise attack to being forced into the corner. Once Silver reached the top, Buck hooked his shoulder under those legs jumping from the turnbuckle power bombing the unprepared wolf.

Buck sat on the mat staring at Silver, wheezing, holding his back in pain. The bear wiped his brow, flicking sweat onto the downed wolf. He slowly got up, kneeling over the wolf, smirking.

"Out of breath already? That's no good; we're just getting started. I need to show you the ropes after all." The bear grabbed Silver by the hair, pulling him up only to sling the wolf into the ropes making him rebound straight into a clothesline. He hit the hard mat lying there panting with a pained expression. Buck stared down before getting an idea. The mutt enjoyed working him over in the corner, so he returned the favor tenfold. Grabbing the canine by the legs, he dragged him over to the corner, effortlessly hoisting his legs over the top, leaving the poor mutt upside down. Buck got onto one knee, running his paw through that moist fur feeling his opponent up just as he was felt up earlier. The bear whistled, enjoying how firm the abdomen and pectorals were, noting how hard his opponent must have worked to get his body this way. It's almost a shame to bruise up such an excellent-looking body...almost. He brought his paw back, bringing it down hard on that stomach pressing hard into the wolf. Silver cried out, grasping at that strong arm, desperately pulling it away to give himself relief from the pain. His resistance only made the bear push harder and harder until it stopped, only for two swift jabs to come after. The wolf coughed a bit, unable to catch his breath, feeling blow after blow knocking the wind out of his lungs.

Buck grinned, noticing the wolf was almost ready to be finished off. The chest rises as he takes in the chance to catch his breath, the sweat falling off his body soaking the mat below, and the prominent bulge in his trunks showing how much he's enjoying the punishment. Despite not wanting the fun to end, Buck wasn't a sadist or heel. Though it's something, he could indulge in if Silver wanted this arrangement to become a regular thing between the two. No, it's time for their fun little match to end, and the champ knows the perfect moves to end it with.

With a knee to that tough gut, the bear lets Silver fall to the mat before picking him up in a devastating bearhug. The wolf cried out in pain, pounding his fists on Buck's head. The bear brushed the blows off squeezing harder, making sure the hold was nice and tight. He could only chuckle, feeling Silver's bulge throb against him. It seems the pup enjoys pain a little too much. Buck kept up the hold, hearing Silver whimper as his strength slowly faded. The wolf goes limp in his grasp as he parades the pup around the ring. He tosses the wolf to the ground before putting his prey into position for a piledriver. Making sure that head was snuggled between his muscular thighs, the bear jumped up and put his total weight into the move.

Silver was dazed, bruised, and beaten to the point he was barely conscious. He barely registered the transition to a piledriver, only eliciting a groan from him. The last thing he felt was a rush of wind before everything went dark.

Buck kneeled on top of Silver's maw letting his hefty, musky bulge rest on that cute little nose. The bear leaned forward, giving the wolf's major boner a quick squeeze--no reaction from the wolf. Buck huffed proudly, striking a pose before slapping his opponent's chest. The poor pup is out cold, destroyed by the champ.

"One!...Two!...Three!!!" Buck proudly proclaimed after the third slap signaling his victory. He sat there, letting his musk seep into the unconscious wolf's snout marking him as a perk of his success. Now to wait for the pup to wake up, can't leave him here for security to throw him out or, worse, arrest him. Though that means an hour or two with nothing to do unless..... Buck smirks, moving off Silver and grabbing his phone off the steel steps. He opens his camera app looking over Silver. The pup shouldn't mind too much if he has a little bit of fun.

The next hour Buck placed his opponent in hilarious and humiliating poses using the timer to take pictures. He was fully dressed in a green shirt and blue jeans, scrolling through the pics. He made sure to favorite two in particular. Silver's head was resting on his bicep while he flexes and where he's straddling that handsome mug flexing over the canine. Silver's groaning caught his attention as he walked to the bench where he left the wolf. The wolf looked up to him through bleary eyes.

"Hey there, did you get the plate on that truck that hit me?" Buck snorted, tossing him a water bottle and towel.

"I'll do you one better. I'll give you his number, and we do a repeat of this." The bear leans close, licking his lips a bit. "But next time, the loser has to bottom." Silver blushed, oblivious to his tail wagging a mile a minute. It's good they both listened to Magnus on this one. They're a perfect fit for each other: a champion and his jobber pup.