"I'm thinking about remaining my facebuster," Dolph says lazily one morning, face pressed into Zack's back as he pretends to sleep. When Zack mumbles something, Dolph shifts against him and yawns softly. "Maybe Broski Buster or something."

Zack tenses, his eyes forced open. "Why would you do that?" he wonders, huffing sleepily. "It's not funny, bro."

Dolph hums. Soothes a hand down Zack's back. "Who's to say it's meant to be funny?" He kisses Zack between the shoulderblades before settling back into a resting position, smirking to himself as he considers it all.

A few weeks have passed and Zack's all but forgotten this exchange when he's backstage, watching Raw with a few other scattered wrestlers unused this evening. Cesaro is wrestling Dolph at the moment and it's been going on for awhile when Cesaro keeps trying to hit powerbombs just for Dolph to reverse- hitting a facebuster on the second try. "Oh no," Zack mumbles, pressing a hand to his face as the match comes to a conclusion with Cesaro winning a couple moments later.

Zack grimaces at the loss, deciding to let the facebuster thing go for a minute. After getting checked out by the trainer, Dolph's free to go and Zack rests a hand on his shoulder, leading him out of the arena, having already packed their things. Dolph is quiet, busy with his phone through most of the ride back to the hotel, and Zack lets him be, humming under his breath to the pop music playing on the radio. By the time they arrive, Dolph seems a little less cranky over the loss and even smiles at Zack as they walk side by side to the elevator.

Catering had been decent that night, so neither are overly hungry, instead just opting to relax and watch some TV before bed. Zack even lets Dolph pick, unsurprised when they end up on Comedy Central, Dolph putting the remote down and reaching out for him as he leans in and nuzzles against Dolph's chest quietly. Dolph is never all that still, always alternating between his phone and the TV, so Zack doesn't think much of his tweeting during the show that's droning on behind them... until Dolph snickers unneccessarily loudly into Zack's ear.

"What?" he grouses, sitting up and running his hand through his hair, finally deciding to check his own twitter and see what's so damn funny on Dolph's timeline. He freezes upon seeing Dolph and Billy Kidman tweeting back and forth, Dolph using the name "Broski Buster" in his tweet. Zack grits his teeth and rolls his eyes, replying back.

Dolph waits patiently until Are you serious, bro? shows up on his timeline, after which he dissolves into helpless chortles and giggles. "Dammit, kid," he chokes out, rolling over and tossing his phone over his shoulder towards the chair in the corner. "I probably won't use that move often, I just thought it'd be a funny call back to our feud. If you hate it that much, though, I'll find something else to call it..."

His hands are warm on Zack's sides and Zack rolls his eyes, feeling himself give in. "Dammit, bro," he sighs, Dolph leaning up to kiss him. "Fine, name the move whatever you want..." Another kiss hinders his attempt to speak and he melts into the pillows, eyes dark and fixed as Dolph smirks. "Jerk."

Laughing, Dolph brushes his nose against Zack's and shrugs. "I'm your jerk though."

"Clearly," Zack mumbles, rolling his eyes before catching Dolph in another, lengthier kiss this time.