Ascended Fanboy
IF you are a wrestling afficionado, wouldn't you like to meet your idol? And maybe get to know him better?
Wouldn't you like to know what does it feel to be your idol for a day? Or a month? Or... FOREVER?
It's a continuation (somewhat) of the King TF story, except this one is about Tizoc and an eager fan that gets more than a simple autograph.
Tizoc, King of Fighters © SNK
Tizoc, the masked gryphon wrestler. The first time Matt heard about him, he wasn't even a fan of wrestling. He was riding the bus home, watching random Youtube videos, when suddenly a King of Fighters interview appeared. The very moment he was shown onscreen, Matt became entranced. The 2-feet tall, heavily muscled wrestler was standing there, next to a pretty lady interviewing him; wearing an impressive and elegant red mask, covered in feathers and with a large plumage on the back, spandex wrestling tights, fingerless gloves, and huge red boots, the wrestler looked strong and intimidating, as the sun was nicely reflected on his squared pectorals.
As soon as Matt arrived home, he started researching everything about this amazing wrestler. Training videos, wrestling matches, pictures, and merchandise. He even sent Tizoc a friend request in Facebook, followed him on Twitter, and joined a rather large fan group, dedicated to discuss all things related to Tizoc. In short time, Matt became an expert on the matter, being able to list all of Tizoc's grips and finishing moves, remembering his more important matches, and discussing with other wrestling fans about who could finally defeat him. Truth is, in his three years as an active wrestler, he has never been defeated, and nobody had been able to even touch his mask during a match.
One day, Matt logged in to Facebook, to find out there was a raffle being held in the Tizoc Fan group. The prize was not only a front-row ticket to watch Tizoc in his next match, to be held the next Sunday- but also a backstage pass to meet Tizoc in person, the ultimate dream of any fan! As Matt introduced his personal data to enter the raffle, he wouldn't have guessed that, by Sunday night, he would become something more than just a 24 year old fan...
Sunday afternoon, Matt arrived at the arena, holding both the front-row ticket and the backstage pass in his hand. There was a lot of people already in line outside the arena, between excited adults and eager children. Matt smirked watching some of the kids, and even the adults, wearing cheap knockoffs of Tizoc's mask, which not even the most skilled mask maker had been able to replicate. And not for lack of trying - Matt has tried untiringly to find a Tizoc replica mask, but none of them could even compare to the real deal.
As Matt sat down in his assigned seat, he took a swig of his beer, waiting for the main match to begin as everyone else began sitting. And then his heart skipped a bit, as Tizoc's theme began to play on the speakers. Suddenly, a tall cloaked figure walked towards the ring, surrounded by scantily clad dancers. Right before arriving at the arena, he threw the cloak... revealing Tizoc underneath! Flexing his powerful muscles, which glistened under the reflectors, he climbed the ropes and, facing the public, he launched a powerful screech as the audience (and him) cheered and yelled his name.
Unfortunately, a kid managed to snatch the cloak for himself, at which Matt cursed at himself for not reacting faster. Nevertheless he was in the front row, about to enjoy one of the best wrestling matches in his life. As the other wrestlers arrived at the ring, Matt yelled "Go for it Tizoc, you can beat them!" The wrestler reacted, briefly turning towards him, as the yellow eagle-like eye winked at him. "He noticed me!" Matt squealed.
An hour later, the most spectacular match Matt has ever seen finally ended, with Tizoc raising his arms triumphantly. The crowd roared uncontrollably, as the fight was evenly matched, but undoubtedly Tizoc was the strongest of the wrestlers in there. As Tizoc exited the arena, the audience stood up and headed towards the exit. By inertia, Matt stood up... But then he remembered, the backstage pass! The night wasn't over yet, until he had met his long time idol in person!
Matt walked in the opposite direction, towards the arena backstage, as two huge masked wrestlers passed him by, looking at him as if he was lost. Soon after, he arrived to his destination - the wrestler's locker room. He was ten feet from the door, when a huge gorilla of a bodyguard with thick sunglasses appeared, blocking the door. "You shouldn't be here", the bodyguard said, intimidating Matt so much that he decided not to anger him and leave. But not giving up, Matt slowly reached for his backstage pass, as the bodyguard picked it up and examined it. "Stay here", he said, as he opened the locker door and headed inside.
Assuming there was something wrong, Matt got close to the door, trying to her what was happening inside. Apparently one of them was angry, claiming that "they never told him" and "that annoying fan club". Fearing that Tizoc wasn't even aware of the raffle, he stepped away from the door, debating whether to leave or to wait a little more. And then, the bodyguard came from inside the locker room. "Your ID, give it to me". He said. "You can go inside, but only for 15 minutes, Mr. Tizoc is really busy. And don't forget to come back for your ID". Matt's heart began beating faster, as he realized he was just about to meet his idol. He handed his ID card to the bodyguard, which placed it on a nearby table, and opened the door for him.
The inside of the locker room was similar to any other gym or high school locker... except this one was a little more luxurious. The various steel lockers belonged to many of the wrestlers, big enough to handle all of their equipment. There were long wooden benches, a long mirror in both extremes, and even its own steam room apart from the showers. Suspiciously there was no other wrestler inside the locker room, but as soon as Matt turned right, he stumbled upon Tizoc.
Matt froze, as the huge muscled wrestler addressed him. "Hey kiddo, nice to meet you!" He greeted him with his deep, masculine voice, extending his right gloved hand towards him. "You won that raffle right"? In that moment, Matt extended his hand to greet him, feeling his firm and powerful grip. Now that he was close, Tizoc looked even more impressive. The mask, and all of its feathers, looked as real as they could be, even moving with Tizoc's breathing. The beak moved while he spoke, looking so organic he could swear there was a huge eagle tongue inside, and the yellow eyes melded so perfectly with the mask that he could swear those weren't the product of colored eye lenses. His muscular and hairy chest was still shining with sweat, while Matt couldn't take his eyes away from his impressive six-pack.
In that moment, Tizoc looked at Matt in a funny way. Embarrassed, he realized it has been 20 seconds since he was asked a question... and not only that, he had been staring at his body awkwardly. Realizing his mistake, Matt started talking, in an over-excited matter. "Oh, yes! I won the raffle, nice to meet you! My name is Matt, and I'm your biggest fan! Awesome how you wrestled today, I mean... you're so awesome!"
"Hahaha, thanks man" Tizoc shook his hand. "I'm always glad meeting fans, you know, everything I am is thanks to people like you." He said, trying to smile as sincere as possible.
"Yeah, it was so awesome" Matt said, finding out he kept repeating 'awesome' too often. "By the way man, I got to say it... your costume rocks! Especially that mask, looks so real..." Matt said, as he pointed towards Tizoc's head. Instinctively, Tizoc took a step back. "I mean, where did you get it?"
For a fraction of second, Matt noticed Tizoc looked away, but then he answered back at him. "Well, it's a trade secret, you know... however, if you are interested in a mask you could get one from the official merchandise store. Why, though? Do you want to be a wrestler like me?"
Matt looked down to his small gut. If Tizoc started training at 15, he was already 9 years late. "Heh, I seriously doubt it... Though believe me, I really admire your work!" Matt answered again, restraining himself from saying 'awesome' a fourth time. Then, a short silence followed, which made the ambient kinda awkward. Tizoc decided to break the ice a second time. "Well... So... you enjoyed the match?"
"Totally! I've waited a long time to see you wrestle live... and it was amazing! "Matt exclaimed. "Because, the way you pile drived that dude... and how you broke the grip of that other wrestler... How do you do it, man?" He asked, even though he had followed all of his interviews, he wanted to get the answer straight from his idol. "I mean, you are one of the best wrestlers nowadays, and you are so burly... how did you manage to achieve it?"
"Well," Tizoc answered, feigning humility, but leaving a trace of immense pride in his words "I've been training almost every day since I was fifteen, you know? Between running, lifting weights, eating healthy... you know? There's no shortcut to get this strong. And believe me, it really pays off". Tizoc flexed his pectorals, which hardened and trembled so slightly, showcasing the control he had over his muscles.
Matt was so absorbed by the spectacular man in front of him... he decided to make a request to his hero. "H-Hey man, Tizoc, c-can I... can I touch your muscles?" He tried not to sound anxious, but he ended up coming out somewhat creepy. All of a sudden, Tizoc became very serious, as he looked at him with those menacing eagle eyes. "Touch my muscles? What, are you gay?"
Matt then began to sweat bullets. "N-N-No! No I'm not" He lied. "I mean, I was just... because you are so strong, and..." But then, Tizoc laughed it off. "I am messing with you, man! Believe me, you are not the first one to ask me that, be it male or female..." Tizoc approached Matt, while flexing his right arm, hardening his bicep. "Here, give it a pinch". Matt approached it, his heart beating faster, as the touched the huge bulge of tensed muscle in front of him with his index finger. Not only it was big, it was hard as a rock. "Holy Fuck..." He tried pinching the huge bicep, which he barely could encircle with his index and thumb.
"Yeah..." Once again the conversation headed to an awkward silence, but Tizoc decided to act before that, as he stepped back. "Well Mitch, is there anything else? Maybe an autograph?" Matt regained his composure, as he looked for his phone. "Actually its Matt..." he answered. Tizoc's question wasn't out of courtesy, there was a tone of annoyance, as if Matt was wasting my time. Matt reached inside his pocket, while Tizoc was standing waiting for him. Tizoc didn't want to be rude, but he was getting impatient and wanted to get rid of his eager fan as soon as possible. "Found it yet, Mike?"
Matt was so nervous he didn't even correct Tizoc this time, as he knew he started being an annoyance. Finally taking his phone out of his pocket, he said "Now make a pose to take a picture." Tizoc was surprised, as he expected a selfie, but all he wanted was to end with all of this and hit the showers, so he went along. He stood there, with his arms crossed, and his head looking slightly to the left. Matt took advantage of this and took as many pictures as he could.
Not even skipping a beat, Tizoc then approached Matt and shook his hand, once again. "Well Marc, it was really nice to meet you, but if you excuse me, I really need to hit the showers. Tell the bodyguard outside we're done here." He said, as he grabbed a huge, red duffel bag behind him. "Yeah, thanks... and it´s Matt by the way..." He replied, but Tizoc made the motion that he was eager to watch him leave. Matt just headed to the door, not wanting to be more of a nuisance for his idol.
However, as soon as he exited the locker room, he was unable to find the huge bodyguard that took his ID card. He looked to both sides of the hallway, but there was no one else but him. However, the table next to the locker room was still there, with his ID card. He stood there for a couple of minutes, hoping to spot the bodyguard and avoid any problem he might have for sneaking out without telling him. But then... an idea crossed his mind. He was all alone, and Tizoc was just about to take a shower... maybe he could have a chance to take a peep? He wasn't a weirdo, but he really felt offended that Tizoc couldn't even learn his name. And he really wanted to take a look at his idol before leaving.
Tip-toeing inside the locker room, he glimpsed inside the shower room, but none of the showers were open. Then he remembered there was a steam room, maybe Tizoc was there. Heading towards the annex room before the steam room, he spotted the red duffel bag the wrestler was carrying earlier in one of the wooden benches. The door to the steam room had a small glass window which was all fogged, but standing on his toes, Matt could take a clear look inside.
And then he spotted it - a nude male sitting on the middle of the room, enjoying the hot steam with his head tilted backwards. Due to the fog, Matt couldn't see clearly inside the room... but he could tell the man inside wasn't Tizoc. He was a 20 something year old man, skinny, hairless, and medium stature, instead of the 30 year old manly wrestler he had been talking to earlier. He was sure that no other wrestler walked in or out during his talk with Tizoc, so then who was this guy? And where the hell was Tizoc?
Trying to figure out where Tizoc really was, he headed to the huge duffel bag. And sure enough, Tizoc's huge red boots stood below the bench, right under where the duffel bag was. Matt was about to breach inside Tizoc's belongings, as he started shaking. He was committing a felony! If either the bodyguard or the real Tizoc found him, he would be in serious trouble.
Inside the duffel bag, there were the long red wrestling tights, a white yet sweat-soaked jockstrap, a pair of fingerless gloves, a pair of socks... and then, Matt's heart skipped a beat, as he spotted a yellow beak. Grabbing it, he started pulling it out... but instead of the realistic bird mask covered in feathers that Tizoc had been wearing a couple minutes earlier, this was just a common, lycra wrestling mask. It was red, with big eyeholes, and had a yellow plastic beak on the front. It wasn't anything like the organic mask of Tizoc, with those intimidating yellow eyes and realistic beak. "What the hell is this?" Matt asked for himself, as he left the mask on the bench and kept inspecting the inside of the duffel bag.
Besides the wrestling gear, there was a set of street clothes next to the bag - namely, a striped shirt, a pair of jeans, boxers, and tennis shoes. However, the shirt seemed to be small in comparison to the wrestling gear! In fact, those clothes were meant to fit someone Matt's size. Why would Tizoc be carrying a change of clothes too small for him? Other than that, Matt found inside the bag an iPhone 6, some car keys, and a wallet. Opening the wallet, he found an ID card belonging to the man inside the steam room. "What? What's going on in here?" Matt once again said. Looking for more clues, he picked the iPhone, and as soon as the screen got lit... a notification that requested fingerprint identification appeared.
The background photo was of that same young man, taking a selfie in the bathroom. However, there was something in the phone that caught his attention: the piece of cloth hanging on the rack behind the man. It was the very same mask that now was on the bench next to Matt! This made no sense, what was so important about this mask? And what's with that dude? Could... could he be Tizoc? It was ridiculous, their body shape was completely different... they didn't even look the same, but there was no other explanation for this madness.
Grabbing the mask, Matt took his own phone out, checking the picture he had taken of Tizoc a couple minutes ago. And there he was - his impressive body, his realistic mask, his amazing pose. This was nothing like the mask in his hand, or the skinny dude that now was touching himself in the steam room. Something wasn't adding up! But apparently, this mask had something to do with all of this.
Having a hunch, Matt headed to the mirror in the locker room, with the mask in his hand. Undoing the laces, he felt the leathery inside of the mask, as he looked at himself in the reflection. He pretended to test his crazy theory, that this mask had something to do with everything... or that maybe he was just seeing things when there was nothing else. Was he being paranoid? There was only one way to find out.
Lining up the mask with his head, Matt slowly lowers it as he silds it on, accommodating his mouth with the beak and his eyes with the huge eyeholes of the mask. Matt chuckled softly as he felt just how snug the mask was, Shrugging a bit, he looked to himself wearing that mask, comparing himself with the other Tizoc fans outside the arena. In fact, the mask wasn't better than all those other knockoff masks Matt had gotten, except for the leather cover on the inside. But there was nothing out of the ordinary, it was just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill wrestling mask any fan could have gotten. Defeated, Matt grabbed the mask by the edges and removed it from his face...
...or at least, that would have been that should have happened, as the laces on the back suddenly melted and disappeared, trapping Matt's face inside the mask. Then a surge of mystical power began pulsing from the mask, going through his body, invading his whole being as his body went through an amazing transformation. Matt could feel his arms growing in length and thickness, as all the fat around it disappeared, leaving nothing but pure muscle. Something similar happened to his chest, his abs, and his legs... all his muscles hardening and growing while his body fat disappeared, and his stature increased.
As Matt kept growing, he started feeling his clothes to tighten, as if his clothes were shrinking. His shirt began to rip at the sleeves, as the button on his jeans popped up, shattering the zipper, as his feet grew bigger than his own sneakers. At the same time, red feathers began growing on top of the mask, as the eyeholes adapted to Matt's eyes, which now stopped being brown and became yellow, just like an eagle should. His mouth fused into the beak, until they both became one and the same.
"Th... The hell..." Matt exclaimed, though now his voice sounded deeper and manlier than before. He grunted, as the clothes around him were so tight, it was hard for Matt to breathe. He tried to crouch, as he removed his shoes before his now bigger feet destroyed them. Now his pants ripped, as he instinctively teared his shirt apart with his huge hands, allowing him to breathe better, and exposing his now impressive chest and abs. And then, several thoughts invaded his head, as various memories flowed through his head - All of the grips, attacks and finishers Tizoc had performed in his life, all of his wrestling matches, all those hours posing and giving interviews. Suddenly Matt knew exactly how to be like him, talk like him, act like him... and fight like him.
It was all too fast and powerful for Matt to do anything against it, as his pants finally conceded to the pressure, ripping apart and leaving him on his boxers. For Matt it seemed hours passed during his transformation, but in reality only 5 minutes transpired before it was over. And then, looking in the mirror, Matt was surprised and shocked to see that in his reflection in the mirror was Tizoc, in all his glory, looking back at him!
"W-What??? No, this can't be..." Matt said to himself, once again shocked to hear his new manly voice, as the huge yellow beak moved as he spoke. It was impossible, inconceivable, ridiculous... but now all was making sense. The guy inside the steam room was the real deal... but it was because of this mask! The real Tizoc was whoever was wearing the mask at the moment, and right now he was that lucky fella!
"I am... I am Tizoc!?!?" He exclaimed, watching the beak (HIS beak) to contort as best as possible to what could be described as a grin. His body felt different, and at the same time, it felt it so natural to him as if he had been born like that. He was now taller than before, and his now defined musculature made his body wider and heavier than he was used to. Not only that, he felt slightly older (around 5 or 6 years, give or take) and manlier, as he now sported a thin layer of hair in certain places he didn't have before, namely his chest, underarms and abdomen.
He was so impressed by the results, he considered that all of it was either a fantasy or a hallucination. He had been dreaming with this moment for so long, that his mind playing tricks on him wouldn't be that farfetched. But there he was, in front of a mirror reflecting the manliest of them all wrestlers, and no one else but him in the room.
Looking at his own falcon eyes, Matthew's brain began racing, co-relating everything he knew and everything he had known about Tizoc, and the more he thought about it, things began to fit into place. Now the photo in the iPhone made a lot more sense... that young man WAS Tizoc! And the reason Tizoc hasn't been seen without his mask, it was because there was nothing to look under it! If whoever wore this turned into Tizoc, it wouldn't make sense trying to find something about his "real" identity.
But then it dawned on him - "I. am. Tizoc", Matt exclaimed, now believing his own words. "No fucking way... I AM Tizoc!" He exclaimed again. He flexed his right arm, and to his pleasure, a huge, rock-hard bicep was reflected on the mirror. HIS rock-hard bicep. Everything was his! Not only was that, but ever since the transformation finished there an 'itch' of sorts in his brain. Matt could see with detail, inside of his mind, how Tizoc did each one of his movements... and he feels them in his own muscles as they were performed. It was like some sort of muscle memory now imprinted on him.
Greeting his idol, getting to know him, that was one thing... but becoming him? Feeling what being him was like? It was by far the most exciting moment of his life... and the most erotic one, too, as his cock... no, Tizoc's cock, began to harden under his already tight pants leftovers. However, just before he got around the idea that he was about to get to know Tizoc's body more intimately, he noticed out of the corner of his eagle-like eyes someone right behind him.
"WHAT THE FREAK ARE YOU DOING? WHO SAID YOU COULD TOUCH MY STUFF?" It was the guy formerly known as Tizoc, wearing nothing but boxers, and looking pissed as all hell. He really did have a skinny frame, with short black hair on his head, sharp nose, big bulging eyes, and barely 5 feet tall. He looked more like a pissed off teenager than a genuinely angry adult. Throwing his towel, he headed towards Matt, loudly stepping with his crocs in the floor.
Matt froze in place, trying to find a way out of this mess... but as the other guy got closer to where he was, Matt suddenly found himself towering above him. He realized that was the first time he felt taller and stronger than someone else by such a wide margin... and he freaking loved it. A cocky grin appeared on his beak once again, as he knew he was the one in control. "Well, well, look who is here! The mighty and powerful wrestler, Tizoc isn't it?" He asked, as sarcastic as his new voice allowed him to be. "Seems like I followed your advice about eating veggies and stuff".
"Shut the heck up!" The dude looked pissed off, although his unwillingness to swear, coupled with his young appearance, made him look like he was throwing a temper tantrum, instead of nagging him. "Now take that mask off and give it back to me! NOW!".
"Oh, Oh yeah, whatever you say Mr. President" Matt answered back, walking past him while patting his back, and heading to the room next to the sauna, where the duffel bag and the rest of his clothes were. It was amazing how fast he was losing respect towards his "idol" now that he was the strong, powerful wrestler in the room. "Or what, are you going to wrestle me for it?" he said, raising his arms in a fighting stance.
"SHUT UP! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" The kid yelled, making more and more noise with his tantrum. His eyes were getting red, almost as if he was on the verge of tears. "You don't know nothing about being a wrestler! It took me years to become this famous and popular!" He stood right behind Matt, which now stopped in his tracks and turned back.
"Yeah... For some reason, I find that hard to believe." Matt said, as he once again gloated in the fact that he was bigger and stronger than his former idol. He then flexed his arms slightly, still getting used to his new body. "You know, I bet you haven't used this mask to its fullest potential. Have to admit, it feels amazing!" He then placed his hand in his barreled chest, feeling the heat emanating from his muscular torso. "I totally feel like a pro wrestler would!"
In that moment, the dude perceived a loud rip coming from Matt's pants, as apparently there was now a very prominent bulge under his now tattered jeans. It didn't took long for the young man to put 2 and 2 together, and reach a conclusion. "Are you... do you have a...." And then, he became horrified. "Are you kidding me? You have a boner?" Matt blushed slightly, having never expected his level of horniness to show this bad. "Well... maybe... You want to find out?"
"I knew it! You are a gay fag!" The dude yelled at him. "That's why you wanted to touch my muscles before?" He was still angry, but took a couple of steps back, just in case. This of course, didn't pass by Matt's amazing new eagle eyes. "Well, maybe I should teach you how to appreciate this body better." He said, once again chuckling, his eyes following his prey closely. The guy suddenly felt cornered and began shaking, and in a swift move, Matt's hands closed around his abdomen, lifting him from the ground with a tight embrace. "What are you gonna do now, eh boy?" Matt asked sarcastically.
"THIS!" The dude said, as he quickly launched his hands towards Matt's masked head, intending to pull the mask off from him. Matt froze for a second, as the guy's hands closed around his neck, looking for the edges... but apparently there weren't any. He even tried touching behind the mask, but the lace bindings that were supposed to be there, were completely missing. "What, you were gonna strangle me?"
The dude cursed lowly, how come he was unable to remove the mask? He certainly had done it countless times in the past... and it finally hit him - The possibility that only the mask wearer was able to remove the mask from his wearer. How could he not think of that before? "Nng... let me... let me go!" He yelled, as he tried to get free from the tight grip the musclebound homosexual had on him.
Matt raised the kid enough so they could speak face to face. The guy felt a shiver down his spine, as he recognized the being in front of him as superior in every sense. "You know, I don't think I'll be removing this mask in a long time... Something inside it tells me that you don't take advantage of it. You should have had more fun." Seeing the fear in his eyes, Matt decided to lower him to the ground. "And that's a mistake I'm not gonna make".
Leaving him in the floor, Matt turned back and once again, headed towards the duffel bag. "I'm gonna call security! I'll call them if you don't give me my mask! I'm not letting you borrow it" The dude was desperate, but the empty threat did nothing to scare Matt off. "Perhaps you didn't understood. I'm not borrowing it - I'm taking it. You just don't deserve to have all this power... But I do know how to put it to good use." Matt raised an eyebrow, as his eyes had a lustful shine on them. "And if you call security... What's gonna happen? I guess you were stupid enough never to be seen by anyone unmasked, right?"
The dude froze in his place. Indeed - he had been so enthralled with the secrecy of his identity, he absolutely told nobody about his real identity. Given the magical properties of his mask, nobody would've believed him if a kid appeared first, and a brute luchadore arrived wherever he left. Or even worse, someone could end up finding out about the mask's powers, which ironically was the situation he was in now. If the guard decided to go inside the lockers, he would just find a semi-naked dude harassing the champion wrestler.
"That's what I thought. Now, if you excuse me, I need to change clothes... you mind if I borrow your wrestler outfit?" Matt ignored the youngster, which was undecided about what to do, as he headed to the duffel bag. Just as he started pulling the shiny wrestler Lycra tights out from the bag, when the guy suddenly jumped on his back. "GIVE ME MY MASK BACK! GIVE IT BACK!" Startled, Matt decided to push him away, but the impulse from his powerful back sent him tripping on the floor. The traction of the crocs worked against its wearer, which accidentally ended up hitting his head on the wall, losing consciousness.
Now Matt became petrified, as the young man was laying in front of him. Checking his breathing, he ensured he was alive, before carrying him to the room with the duffel bag. He was starting to freak out, thinking about what would he do, when suddenly the felt some sort of energy pulsing from the mask, calming his thoughts and making him think straight. Suddenly he had an idea to get out from this mess.
He grabbed the spare clothes next to the duffel bag, and carefully dressed the young man. It was kinda tricky with his now bigger hands, but somehow he managed to put his pants and shirt on. Now he needed to convince the bodyguard that this guy was him, and that he was really Tizoc. And in order to look more convincing, he really would need to don the sweaty wrestling garments inside the duffel bag.
Grabbing the Lycra tights, he could smell a manly musk coming from them. Inspecting further, he found out that there was a jockstrap inside, apparently used to keep his behemoth cock in place whenever he was fighting. It was covered in sweat, and still was kinda warm... but for some reason, Tizoc thought of it as somewhat kinky. Ripping the rest of his tattered jeans with his powerful hands, he removed his underpants in order to put on the jockstrap. Next, he decided to sit down and slid the tights on. Next, he grabbed the fingerless gloves, and placed them on his huge hands.
Lastly, he picked the huge red boots, and slid his feet inside them. Even when before he saw them as huge, now that they were on his feet they felt comfortable, just the right size for him. Hurrying it up, he slowly adjusted the laces on each boot so they would be tighter. He would have loved to see how he looked with the get-up, but he needed to act quickly. Right before heading to the door, he grabbed the young man's hand and placed his right index finger over the iPhone fingerprint scanner to unlock it.
In just a couple of months, Antonio would finally be able to stop working as a half-time bodyguard. He first took the job as a side venue during the summer, but because of the lack of funds he decided to stay a little longer. Sure, he was big and burly enough to try and become a wrestler himself, but he never did really like the sport. All he needed to do was to protect the masked luchadore's privacy, and he was content with it.
When the young man arrived at the lockers, almost fifteen minutes ago, he didn't really paid attention to how he looked like. He was used to see many wrestler fans trying to sneak past him, but his work was to stop them before they could cause a ruckus inside the lockers, not to memorize the faces of the would-be perpetrators. So when he returned to his post after a brief bathroom break, he stood motionless as he watched Tizoc signaling him from inside the lockers room, carrying an unconscious young man on his shoulders.
He had screwed it up - big time. He expected the wrestler to be mad at him, for whatever that had happened inside the lockers during his brief absence would be blamed on him; he even expected to be fired on the spot, or being criticized by the media, or worse... so when Tizoc addressed him, he got somewhat relieved and mildly confused. "Hey... Might need your help, man. This young fella accidentally tripped and fell"
"He tripped and fell?" The guard looked up to the masked wrestler in front of him. "Yes, he was eager and whatnot... then he tripped and hatted the wall". Tizoc tried to sound as serene and authoritarian as he could. "It was the same guy that came inside with the backstage pass." Antonio started to sweat bullets, as he had never faced a situation like this- And he could get massively screwed up if the luchadore decided to place all the blame on him. He carefully picked his next words, as he was afraid to screw up an already tense situation. "T-This is very serious, señor Tizoc," He said finally. "Is he still breathing? Should I call the medics down the aisle"?
"No, that won't help at all. Will draw a lot of attention." Tizoc said, trying to sound as much as possible as the original Tizoc. "Look, I just want to deal with this situation as quietly and stealthy as possible... err..." For a moment, Antonio noticed Tizoc looked unfocused, as if he was trying to remember something. Suddenly, his yellow eyes shined with an eerie glow, and then he regained focus. "...Antonio. Take him to the nearest hospital, if they ask just say that you found him like this inside an alleyway."
Antonio sighted in relief - He too wanted to handle this incident as stealthy as possible, and if Tizoc was the one asking him to do it, at least he had his approval to do so. "Ok, patrón, I'll take care of him." It was ironic how he managed to appear as a though guy for his bodyguard stick, but in front of such huge wrestler he could do nothing but act docile. Still, there was something bugging him about all the situation, though he couldn't put his finger on it.
"But, patrón, I'm not sure that's what he looked like, he was a lot more..." Right before he could continue, Tizoc looked at him with those shiny, amber eyes that resembled those of a powerful bird of prey. Something deep inside of him, his primitive sense of survival and self-preservation, reminded him what was at stake - it was better not to tick off the wrestler. Tizoc grabbed the young man and deposited him on Antonio's arms, then grabbing something and placing it on top of the unconscious man's body.
"Here, I already grabbed his ID card. At least this way they should be able to bring him the attention he needs." Tizoc said as the meek bodyguard looked up to him. The photo matched the young man's face, so now the bodyguard had no reason to doubt him. "Now hurry, before anyone else comes". He asked Antonio, as he grabbed the big duffel bag behind him. However, Antonio noticed something off from all of this, and he just couldn't resist asking. "So, are you leaving? Weren't you going to take a shower?"
Tizoc stopped in his tracks, but once again his eyes shined mysteriously, regaining his cool. "This young man consumed a lot more of my time that I expected, so I'm late for a compromise. Now if you excuse me..." Once again Tizoc grabbed the duffel bag and prepared to leave the lockers, when Antonio called him back. "Wait, señor Tizoc! I just... just had one thing... to... ask..." Slowly turning around, Tizoc faced the bodyguard, which once again realized how intimidating Tizoc could be in spite of his own though attitude. He knew this probably was the worst time to do it, but he really had to try. "C-Could you give me your mask?"
Tizoc blinked in astonishment. It wasn't unheard of that some masked wrestlers gave away their masks right after a match, for a fan to keep as a memento of the fight. As much as he didn't care about wrestling, Antonio had to admit it was an amazing piece of work all by itself. And if he had any luck, especially given the incident... But then, Tizoc chuckled at the guy. "Sorry man, but I can't... you see, the mask makes me who I am." Antonio found Tizoc's remark a little weird, but he took it as a simple joke from the wrestler to deny his request. "Hahahaha... yeah, I just... sorry... should be going." Completely embarrassed, Antonio dragged the unconscious man across the hall, as Tizoc grabbed his duffel bag and walked in the opposite direction.
Once he ensured the bodyguard was completely out of sight, Matt sighed. This went a lot better than he expected, considering that the bodyguard could have overreacted, or that he could have noticed something odd about Tizoc's behavior. But something interesting happened - every time he was unsure about what to say or how to handle the situation, he felt some sort of presence inside his head, telling him how to act and what to say. Even the name of the bodyguard suddenly appeared on his mind, despite never before having seen his name or anything.
Luckily for him, he was able to snatch his ID from the table before the bodyguard noticed, instead showing him the other man's ID. He seriously hoped the guy was ok, at the same time wishing he had a brief contusion that could induce him amnesia - otherwise he would be in a huge trouble for, literally, having performed identity theft. Of course that nobody would believe exactly HOW he did it, but still things could get very sour if the secret got out.
And then it hit him - he WAS Tizoc now. At least the bodyguard bought it, would everyone else? He looked like him, he sounded like him, and all those memories of wrestling movements and grips and holds... were definitely his. He didn't even had enough time to get excited at the idea, as suddenly the cellphone started vibrating inside the duffel bag. Walking towards the parking lot, he retrieved the phone -Tizoc's phone- and unlocked it. It was a message from someone that said "You magnificent bastard, you did it again! Sent your earnings to your account". Maybe it was Tizoc's manager?
Holding the phone in his hands, Matt realized not only the amount Tizoc made with each fight (never he had seen that many zeros in a bank account) but that he had access to everything Tizoc owned. His phone was tied to his Facebook account, his Instagram, his Twitter... but also his bank accounts, his references, the deed to his loft, and other personal data, all of them bound to the phone's owner. It was a good call that he unblocked the phone earlier, as he decided to set up his very own fingerprint on instead, and that virtually made him own everything Tizoc owned, Including...
...his magnificent silver Porsche that was in the parking lot. The security measures of the car were activated by Near Field Communication signals, and it only turned on when the phone was inside the range of the car. Matt stood there, astonished of the magnificent car, as he would have never dreamed of being near one. As his gloved hand grasped the handle, he wished to pinch himself to verify it wasn't a dream. The door slowly opened to reveal an expensive leather seat, made exclusively to fit his size. As soon as he got inside the car, a notification in the intelligent dashboard indicated him the best route to his loft, which was 20 minutes away from his current location.
This was going to be the best ride in his fucking life.
At first he was hesitant at driving something as powerful as a Porsche, but suddenly he was invaded by a rush of adrenaline that made him floor the gas pedal. Fortunately there weren't many cars or cops around, because Matt was now racing at 150mph on an empty street. He could feel the wind in his feathers, the excitement of the speed, almost as if he was really flying... He arrived at the parking spot in front of the loft in less than fifteen minutes.
He stepped down of the vehicle, the chilly night wind barely registered in his naked, muscled torso, as he walked towards the front door. It was unlike anything he has ever seen before, and way better than the small apartment he lived in. The loft had a huge living room with a comfortable sofa, a huge entertaining system and all current generation videogame consoles, with a huge pile of games behind each one. You definitely could picture chilling out here, as you drop the duffel bag nearby the door and decide to explore the place. "Damn, this is so cool..." Matt mustered, as he stretched his arms and smiled widely.
The first room on his left leaded to the kitchen, with a huge fridge filled with food, a cupboard with tons of cereals, nutrition bars, fruits and various sweets. And in the next room, Matt's beak opened in amazement at his very own private gym! It had mirrors on every wall, and even on the ceiling! It also had every kind of workout machine available, huge lifting bars with heavy weights, a treadmill wide enough to fit his body in, amongst other stuff.
He had to resist with every fiber of his being to inspect his own private gym further, as he really wanted to see the most important room - the bedroom. It had a cozy Queen Size bed, another huge flat screen TV in the mirror, and a closet to fit all of his clothes in. Most of them are sport-related garments, as Matt picked up a huge sleeveless black Tank-top, and he pictured himself lifting weights while wearing it. He found it exciting to be rummaging around someone else's clothes... Or were his clothes now?
Finally, he went to the last part of the room - a huge, full body mirror, and he stood in front of it. Given the circumstances he didn't have the opportunity to take a hard, look at himself, but there he was, looking at his own reflection in full wrestling garb. He had been saying it out loud a couple of times, but for the first time he truly meant it. "I am Tizoc... I really AM Tizoc!" And as he said it, he watched his beak moving with every word. He placed one of his huge hands on top of his beak, and he felt it... it felt lifelike and organic. And he watched his muscles tense as he moved, and his feathers move whenever he shook his head. Matt chuckled, as much satisfied as he was right now, he was also starting to feel aroused, if the tent in his Lycra tights meant anything.
Matt.... or rather Tizoc, slowly reached for his tights and slid them down, then removing his jockstrap as he admired his muscled legs. And as the jockstrap slid down his legs, he became amazed at the sight of his impressive and erect cock, which was already leaking pre. "Fuck, I'm huge... So fucking hot..." Tizoc whispered, as he couldn't help but shudder at the pleasure rushing through his muscular body, and he reached down, running his fingers through his bush before starting to stroke his hard-on, while his other hand rubbed over his firm belly, his hairy chest, and his feathered head.
Tizoc started to groan and thrust into his own gloved hand, panting as he speed up working his shaft. His tongue hanged free from his beak as he let out a deep moan, his balls churning. "This... so amazing..." He said, entranced by his masculine voice. "Never want this to end..." As he watched his powerful muscles tense up in the mirror, He remembered faintly all those hours in front of the computer, talking in forums about his idol, collecting as many pictures as he could, idolizing the powerful wrestler... and now, his idol was in front of him, gleefully masturbating in front of him, his yellow eyes filled with lust and his body covered in sweat.
And then... Tizoc let out an ear-spitting screech, as he finally got his release, shooting gallons-worth of cum towards the mirror. Not only it was extremely pleasurable, but it was the heaviest load he had ever shot. AS the climax receded, Tizoc directed his weight towards the bed before collapsing. As the horniness receded, he started to doubt and question himself. Was he really going to take Tizoc's place as a renowned wrestler? He had the muscles, the knowledge, the reflexes, and the fact that nobody knew it was him behind the mask, so he could pull it off... but in the other hand, he would have to renounce his normal life, stop attending college, and train hard every day, not able to contact any of his friends and relatives... and then the mask activated again, calming his thoughts and reshaping his thoughts on the matter. His mind slowly shifted, slowly convincing himself that this was the best that could have happened to him, that he loved being a manly wrestler, embracing his fame, being acclaimed by thousands of fans, getting close to other masked wrestlers - He would be a fool to reject that offer.
Right before falling asleep, He repeated to himself "I am Tizoc. I am the one and only Tizoc. I am Tizoc."
Three weeks later
Tizoc arrived to his loft, ready for a long shower, he just had his fifth wrestling match, which of course ended with a crushing victory. His opponents were well-known wrestlers that were feared in the wrestling community, but he managed to subdue them in less than five minutes. At first it was confusing, but the more he used the mask, the easier it was to perform grips and to anticipate the adversary's movements.
He barely removed the mask anymore - he was so used to it that he felt it had become his very own face. Not that he was unable to, as he found the way to remove the mask by making the laces appear, but he didn't WANT to. It was intoxicating to watch everyone else treating him as a celebrity, eager to know the man behind the mask. Not only that, he finally managed to hang around the locker room with other wrestlers, and he managed to find out that many of them (even those he didn't expect) were either gay or bisexual, and increasingly attracted to his physique. Even some straight wrestlers couldn't help but bat an eye towards his impressive physique. And he totally loved the attention he was getting!
As he started to undress in his room, his cellphone emitted a notification sound. He expected it to be from his manager, telling him about a new gig, or any other of his fans bugging him and tagging him on random Facebook pictures. But when he unlocked his phone, he noticed it was a text message from an unknown recipient. He was about to delete it, but then he decided to read it first.
"Hello Tizoc, we need to meet face-to-face. Don't worry, your secret is fine with me."
Tizoc's heart skipped a beat. Was this a fan? How the hell did he get this private number? And what's worse... What secret was he referring to? Right before he answered, he received another message:
"And I'm not talking about our magic wrestler masks. ;)"