This idea came when I recommended my friend thatweirdgirlyouallknow a story that my dear friend aseikh wrote. I reread the story and laughed my butt off and instantly got the idea for this story and wrote it on the spot. It's probably not that well-written but I wanted to get it published before I lost motivation or interest.

I hope you like it

Disclaimer: I don't own the precious teddy bear and the adorable sinnamon roll.

051: Give Up

Horace's head slammed into the ground. He tried getting up, but the arm that locked tightly around his neck held him down firmly. He attempted to pull the arm away, but his opponent grabbed his arm and twisted it painfully, causing him to cry out in pain. The sweat that beaded his forehead fell into his eyes, blurring his sight and disorienting him.

"Just give up." His enemy whispered close to his ear, taunting him.

Horace tried to speak, but the vice-like arm around his throat blocked his words, and he could only omit squeaking sounds. His combatant chuckled, seemed to take great pleasure in his struggle. The knight tried one more time to escape, bucking his whole body, twisting and grabbing desperately with his free hand, trying to throw off his smaller opponent's hold on him.

But to no avail. The arm squeezed tighter around his neck, and Horace was choking, no longer able to breathe. Meanwhile his arm flashing with pain as it was twisted into an even more unnatural angle. He finally yelled out, hitting the arm around his neck desperately in the sign of surrender.

"GAAAGHHK." Instantly, he was released, and his opponent rolled off him.

Horace sat up, gasping for lost air, holding his neck tenderly. He groaned, feeling the bruises that had formed when his arm was brutally twisted. He turned his head to face the guilty man, glaring at him.

"Did you really have to be so vicious, Will?"

But the Ranger wasn't looking at him. He was sitting only a few inches away, his eyes closed and his forehead resting on his fist. Horace watched as his friend lifted his head, placed his fist on his chest, and exhaled a shaky breath.

"Y-yesss." Will hissed. He looked up to the sky, and pointed to it, shaking his finger. "YES."

Horace rolled his eyes, wiping the dirt and grass off his pants.

"It's not a big deal." But his friend ignored him.

"I won." Will had the deepest urge to jump up and hoot for joy. But instead he grinned and shook his head, incredibly proud of himself. "I beat you Horace Altman. In not just anything...but in wrestling. In god damn wrestling!" He let out a bark of laughter and wiped his imaginary tears.

"Once." said Horace, totally unimpressed. "One time out of, like, twenty." Will dismissed it with a hand gesture.

"You're just jealous."

He stood up and wiped the dirt from his own clothes. He held out a hand to Horace, who was still sitting down, and helped him to his feet. He grinned up at him, and Horace smirked back.

"Oh get off your high horse, Will. You aren't stronger than me." The Ranger shrugged, unconcerned.

"Aren't I though? Who just beat you in a round of wrestling? Oh that's right. Me."

"Alright, then let's have another round." The knight challenged, grinning. He went back into the ready stance, but Will had already turned away and was walking towards the cabin.

"No, I think that's enough for today." He called behind his shoulder. "You must be hungry. I'll make you something."

Horace stood straight, chuckling. "Mmm...sounds like Will Treaty is turning down a round of wrestling because he knows he will lose. And he also knows he only won the last game because of luck. You hear that Will? IT WAS JUST LUCK!" His voice increase higher and higher in volume as Will walked further and further away, until he was across the field and Horace was shouting.

"What was that?" The Ranger called back, looking over his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you! It must be the sound of my winning!"

I bet some of you are really happy it wasn't wilyss this time.