A/N: Broke my damn fingers, and I was still sick, which is why this took so long. Thanks to one of my favorite wrestlers, Eddie Guerrero, for this idea. We miss you Eddie. R.I.P. I don't own the WWE in any way, shape or form. Enjoy!

Rule Fourteen: Never be caught off guard.

Jethro couldn't believe that his normally peaceful and passive mate had him trapped.

The team had a free morning, as free as their mornings got anyway, and Jethro figured it would be good to drag them down to the gym. Just to make sure the team, mostly Tony, hadn't been slacking on hand-to-hand combatives. It had absolutely nothing to do with the desire to roll around on a flat surface with his sweating, panting, pinned mate.

Not that Tim really gave Jethro the chance to pin him.

He really couldn't figure out how it happened. One moment, he was taking a swing at Tim, and the next, he was on the mat with his legs tangled up with his mate's. And fuck, his shins hurt! "Ow! I give!"

Tim immediately released him. "Oh! I'm sorry, Jethro. I forgot how much that damn leglock hurts." Gently, he pulled Jethro's legs into his lap and pulled up the sweat pants so he could get a better look.

"It's fine, Tim." His ego was more bruised than his shins were. Well, more than his shins should have been bruised, but his shifter body was already forcing the marks to heal and fade. Jethro's head tilted a little in thought, staring at his mate. "Where the hell did you learn that?" He chuckled. "Better yet, what was that?"

Tim flashed his a bright smile. "Well, I was always a huge wrestling fan growing up. WWE, mostly." Jethro nodded and motioned for him to continue. He start to softly pet Jethro's legs. "Well, one of my favorite wrestlers, Eddie Guerrero, used the same submission as I just did. It's called a figure-four leglock. At the time, wrestling tryouts were happening at my high school, and I figured that the best way to learn it was to ask the wrestling coach. Man was a huge bear-shifter." Tim laughed at the memory. "I asked him and he said if I gave him two years on the team, he'd teach me."

"You'd do your coach proud. I couldn't get out of it."

"It's easy to break, if you know how. I could show you." Tim pulled the sweats back down his mate's legs before they both stood.

"Ok, show me."

End.