[PROMPT] Bunny Love but the Bunnies are Rivals

Wrestling was full of rivalries. 

That was no different for Panama and Daisuke. Even before he was called to get into the ring, Panama could feel the tensions between both men. It made a self-satisfied smirk pull at his lips, knowing that he was able to get under the other man’s skin so easily. 

Earlier in the week they had discussed the match when their booker had brought up to the pair while they lounged in catering. While the match was really just a ploy to write Panama out for the next month or so to rest a knee injury, it was still going to be a main eventer. Something meant to highlight their decade long rivalry too.

There was going to be a lot riding on this match and they both wanted to deliver. Daisuke insisted on something hardcore but Panama didn’t roll that way. He hated death matches, too many risky things for his liking. So instead, the pair had settled on just a regular match with the stipulation of if Panama were to lose, he would have to give his title shot contract to Daisuke. 

He was about to taunt Daisuke before Quinn’s voice rang through the arena.

“Ladies and Gentlebuns it is time for our main event here at Extreme Bun Wrestling! This match is scheduled for one fall and has a time limit of thirty minutes!” 

Panama watched, leaning back against the wall as Daisuke was getting ready to be called up. The heel was shaking out his arms and shoulders, loosening up as best he can. Panama remained unbothered as he was shot with a steely glare. 

“Hope you’re ready to lose that shot.” Daisuke hissed. “I’m not going easy on you.”

“Our first competitor, The Fallen Angel and Lone Wulven - DAIIISUKE OIIIIKAWAAA!!” 

Panama just scoffed, watching the monitor as Daisuke came out to a hot crowd. Even in gorilla, he could hear the audience boo him. While in any other sport, getting booed the moment you walk out would be disheartening, but Panama knew that heels like Daisuke lived for the negative attention. It showed easily on the monitor as he walked out to the ring. 

He walked out with a gusto, growling at any of the fans that just so happened to have ringside seats. Even going as far as to take someone’s sign and rip it in half before tossing it back. Daisuke always had a talent for gaining heat from a crowd. It was no wonder a lot of the faces in the company liked working with him.

“Give me the stick!” As Daisuke stepped up in the ring, he shoved Quinn to the ground, the announcer looking up bewildered as their microphone was taken. Panama was about to laugh as he watched Quinn scurry out of the ring from the monitor before his cue to get ready was given.

“PANAMA!” Daisuke’s voice rang out, amplified by the mic in his hand. “GET YOUR BONY ASS OUT HERE!!” 

With that, Panama’s entrance music played, lights flashing pink and yellow as he made his way out to the ring. He was easily over with the audience, people cheering him the moment he appeared. Despite his usual laid back attitude, Panama found himself hyped as his gaze locked with Daisuke in the ring. Doing little bunny hops back and forth, he roused the audience, running around the ring and giving high fives to anyone he could before stopping in front of one lucky fan and giving them one of the sweat bands off his wrist.

Being a little showy, the moment his feet touched the apron, Panama jumped over the ropes. Slowly, he walked around the ring and showed off for the crowd. While he was standing on the ropes he didn’t notice as Daisuke stalked closer and closer to him. Only noticing the moment his ankle was grabbed and pulled back. Panama was sent tumbling forward, his left arm catching the rope while his chin sprung off the buckle. He groaned as the crowd booed and the bell rang. He barely registered when the Referee checked on him, too busy thinking of his revenge.

Ding-ding-ding.

The match has started. Panama dragged himself up, using the ropes as leverage before running at Daisuke. Using the edge of his hand Panama delivered some chops to Daisuke’s chest, once, twice, thrice, he hit to no avail. Daisuke stood tall, not selling the chops whatsoever. 

Slowly, Panama raised his hands up in a pacifying gesture, looking over at the audience with a wide-eyed expression before turning back to Daisuke with the same look. “Heyyyy buddy…” Panama tried backing away but his hands were grabbed by a smirking Daisuke.

“Hey yourself.” Daisuke grinned before using his grapple on Panama to wrangle the other wrestler. Panama was defenseless, playing up his attempts to get out of the hold with stomps and elbow strikes.

“Guh!” Panama groaned as his arm was twisted back, only for it to be let go as Daisuke took the moment to move behind him. Strong arms wrap around his waist and he can feel himself be lifted. His feet kick, trying to wiggle out only for it to not be enough and Panama is suplexed. There’s a loud slap as Panama’s back makes contact with the mat. 

Despite the slight soreness from the bump, Panama jumped to his feet. If Daisuke wasn’t going to sell chops, then Panama wouldn’t sell the suplex. Before Daisuke could react, Panama sprung himself from the ropes, going for a lariat. The moment it made contact, Daisuke was down, giving him the perfect opportunity to perch on his back. With quick, well timed strikes, Panama ‘punched’ at Daisuke’s back. His wrist slid against the expanse of the other’s back, making sure to angle his strikes to look as real as possible while not actually hurting the other. 

Daisuke sold well in return. He wriggled and yelled with each soft impact. Attempting to shift around, Panama countered quickly. Sitting Daisuke up, Panama now hit with elbow strikes to the juncture of Daisuke’s shoulder. As Panama continued, the ref started to count as the hold was now considered illegal. 

“ONE!” Panama kept striking, each hit emphasized with a huff of air making it sound like the blows actually hurt. 

“TWO!!” Considering he was a face, Panama knew he couldn’t keep the hold for long or else he’ll look like the bad guy in the match. So reluctantly he pulled away, giving the ref a placating grin with his hands in the air allowing Daisuke to rise to his feet.

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The match was grueling, now at the twenty-eight minute mark the crowd was starting to get nervous. Both men were panting, blown out from the ordeal of the match. Daisuke had the upper hand, having thrown the greed bun down on the apron with a piledriver a moment before. Panama knew the end was coming soon, his toes were tingling and he was struggling to keep up with the match. The ref was circling them, discreetly checking on their physical status.

“Soul food!” Panama yelled as he grabbed Daisuke’s wrist and kicked a leg out to brace his foot on Daisuke’s jaw before dropping to the floor and making the other go down with him. 

With a last ditch effort, Panama struggled his way up to the top ropes. Balancing with each foot on one side of the buckle. Preparing to do one of his Signature moves, a 450 splash. Twisting as he jumped, Panama did a flip in the air, unable to see the tired Daisuke roll away from the impact zone. Instead of making contact with the other wrestler, Panama fell to the mat with a thud, hissing in pain and unable to move as Daisuke crawled over him.

All he could see was lights above him, blurred as he heard the ref count. He counted along in his head, with each strike to the mat. One… Two… Three. The bell rings and Panama can feel Daisuke’s weight slowly rise off his body. He’s left laying there as Daisuke showboats his win. Panama hears as the crowd erupts in boos.

Panama attempts to lift himself up, only to fall back to the mat. Daisuke laughs above him, strong hands suddenly grabbing at his horns and dragging to the center of the ring. There’s a moment of quiet as Daisuke leaves the ring and grabs a chair from under the ring. The chair was thrown into the ring, followed by Daisuke sliding back in.

The cool metal of the chair slid over his knee and up towards his thigh. Despite knowing it was gimmicked, Panama couldn’t help but tense up as he waited for the impact. The moment Daisuke stepped down, pressure pressed against the meat of Panama’s thigh making him yell out in pain. 

He laid there writing while Daisuke made his way out of the ring. The crowd was nuclear, chanting “You sick fuck!” amongst a chorus of boos. With the help of ref, and ringside medical teams, Panama was helped out of the ring.

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It was later in the night, Panama was once again in catering. Sitting back against one of the staff couches with his leg propped up on the table and an ice pack on his knee. He hummed to himself while he munched on the provided tofu stir fry and rice. Watching as Daisuke made his way into the room, looking around. Panama gave him a wave, lifting the hand holding his fork that was still skewered with food.

“Over here!” That seemed to catch Daisuke’s attention, the pride bun perking up and making his way over.

Once nearby, Daisuke kneeled between his knees, strong hands giving a tentative rub to his bad leg. “You good? I didn’t beat you down too hard right?” The concern was honestly sweet considering Daisuke took the lone wulven moniker seriously.

“I’m good, I’m good. Just a little sore. That splash hurt more than the chair spot, landed wrong, ya know?” Panama laughed it off with a small wave of his own. His own hands ruffled Daisuke’s choppy grey hair. “What about you? You look tired as hell dude.”

Daisuke just sighed, letting his head fall against the thigh that wasn’t being iced. “Exhausted, they had me run some promos and interviews after the match… sorry for taking too long to get back to ya.” He murmured, voice slightly muffled as he nuzzled against Panama’s tights. “So you’re really going to be gone for a bit?”

“Yeah, med team really wants me to rest the knee for a month or so…” Panama nodded, his fingers carding through Daisuke’s hair a bit. Despite their rivalry, Panama was always a big softy at the end of the day, even more so with how much Daisuke seemed to care about him. It was sweet, really sweet considering the things Daisuke had gone through in the company. Being backstabbed by your long-time tag partner wasn’t easy to get over, so Panama took it to heart that Daisuke was a bit soft on him when there’s no cameras or media people around.

He laughed as he felt Daisuke huff against his leg and push his face further against him. “You better get well soon. Things are going to be boring if I don’t have anyone cool to feud with…”

Things were quiet for a moment, Panama continued to eat while Daisuke just rested, cuddled against his thighs. It was a nice little moment, quiet times like this were always nice after matches like this. Occasionally, Panama would reach his free hand down and pet Daisuke’s hair.

“You better come back soon…” The silence was broken by Daisuke’s tired murmur. 

It made Panama chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll try my best to get better soon.”

Daisuke just huffed again, probably trying to remain as nonchalant as possible. Things settled back into a peaceful quiet, only the noises of the other talent surrounding them as they sat together. Panama, ever the funny guy, takings a piece of tofu and offers it to Daisuke. “Wanna bite?”

Daisuke, meanwhile, barks out a laugh before taking the fork. “You’re such a loser.”