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Eddie watched the bartender pour him a third whiskey sour before he'd even asked for it, and had to ask himself how he'd ended up where he was. He had left Austin before he'd turned 18 to become a wrestler, and now he was back with nothing to show for it but severe lower back pain and an over-mortgaged townhouse.

He could still remember how exciting it had all been, back when he was young enough he could afford to only think about wrestling. Nobody in wrestling cared about using genetic modifications, without which someone like him could never have competed. Despite being born with a body the wrong side of average, Eddie had once wrestled for the GWA Championship in a Hellcage match, soared through the air doing double moonsaults and fought a feud with the entire Rawton clan. He knew more about wrestling now than he ever did, but there wasn't anything he could do about getting old.

The worst part was that he still loved wrestling.

"Here's to you, you old geezer." He said as he took the shot glass filled with amber liquor, raising it to his reflection in the mirror on the other side of the bar. Even though just about anyone would have assumed he was middle-aged just by looking at him, he looked so worn and tired it aged his appearance considerably. He sat on the bar stool like it was a hospital bed; carried himself as if he was just waiting for his life to end. As he tipped the sweetly-burning whisky back he realized that *was* about what he was doing... and what a sad state of affairs it was. He was so consumed in the bout of self-pity that he didn't notice nor care when a tall man in a three piece suit walked into the bar. Others did though, taking notice of the unusual fabric of the suit and the even stranger demeanor of the man as he took a seat next to Eddie. The way he was dressed made him an alien presence in the dive bar; the only people who ever came in wearing suits were process servers.

Eddie was in the middle of taking a drink when the stranger next to him coughed into his hand and then turned towards him. "Pardon me," the man said. "You wouldn't happen to be Edward Rodriguez? That is, Edward 'The Falcon' Rodriguez?"

A fan? Eddie finished about a third of his drink before he set it down, feeling weary but relaxed as the alcohol numbed his worries. "As a matter of fact I am he, such as he is," Eddie said, turning to look at the man but not really seeing him. "What can I do for you, friend?"

"Well, let me just say that I've been watching you as well as the wrestling league that you once hailed from for quite some time now." The man said with a small grin as he pulled a business card out of the lapel of his suit and handed it to him. "My name is Modino, and I am in the business of reutilizing sports and their players in order to provide the prime of entertainment for the masses. With my help I would like to put you back in the ring with some of our signature apparel."

Eddie smiled at the man, and then looked down at his drink. This bar thought of the whiskey before they remembered the sour, and he was feeling downright drunk. "Well, ah, Mr... Modino..." Eddie said, trying not to giggle as he said the man's name. He wasn't trying to be impolite, but he had to laugh anyway. "I hate to disappoint you on account of filling up my quota of people-to-disappoint quite some time ago, 'cause if you think putting me in your clothes is going to do a damn thing for ya' I'll be honest: you want someone else. Someone young and popular. Best I can help with is helpin' you find 'em, most likely." He took a healthy swig of his whiskey sour, and then starting talking under his breath. "Let's see... The Viper needs to wear a little something more underneath those stupid robes than that god-awful turquoise man-kini of his, and he's part of the GWA Tag Team champions... I think I know a few local guys around Memphis with a regional looking for a sponsor..."

Modino responded with a surprising chuckle, ordering a drink from the bartender before turning back to the aging wrestler. "Perhaps the others will come with time, but what I want right now is you, Mr. Falcon." He said, his lighthearted tone combined with his deep voice making it hard to tell whether he was joking or not. "You have something that none of those other wrestlers have; the want and will to succeed. Sure the others want to win, but they don't have the drive to get in there and really show them what-for. That, combined with your extensive experience in the ring and around the organization- and a little help from yours truly- can not only put you back within the loving eye of the public but also right on top of the pantheon of wrestling giants!"

Laughing deeper than he had in months, Eddie continued to shake his head. "Man! I, heh, I love what you're saying; I haven't met a genuine fan in... gosh, it's been a long time! But I'm... I'm getting too old. I'm not cut out for wrestling no more. There isn't a costume change that can fix that! The spirit is willing but the flesh is-" Eddie stuck his hand out and made grasping gestures, up towards a lightbulb overhead. "I should plan my retirement... think about being a coach or something..." he picked his drink up again and swirled it around a bit with his finger.

"Nonsense, as you said you have the spirit of a man who knows nothing of age." Modino replied as he lifted up his briefcase to the bar and gently set it on the splintered wood. "Your body may be faltering you, but this is exactly why I am here, sitting next to you in this bar." His voice suddenly took a sharper, deeper tone as he clicked the brass knobs that unlatched the lid of the briefcase. "What I offer you is a chance Mr. Falcon, a chance to redeem yourself in the eyes of the federation you love so much... and your own as well. Consider myself the gatekeeper, and on the other side of the this door rest all of your dreams..." He rapped sharply on his briefcase, and then began to unlatch it. "I am opening the door .. all you have to do is walk through it. Accept my help, and I will make you a legend."

"Hah, now, now... I really appreciate the support and all but-" Eddie began to say, stopping mid-sentence as he looked down into the stranger's briefcase: it was a mask.

The mask was a fierce but noble looking falcon's head, one that seemed designed in the same style as the hood he usually wore, but big enough cover a wrestler's entire head like a luchador mask. But what was stranger still was this mask was covered in feathers and even had a full beak on the front. The quality of the piece looked amazing, but the details were so fine it had to be a show piece. "Man... you'd have to be insane to want to wrestle in that thing! Isn't it delicate?" he asked, reaching over to pick it up.

"Quite the contrary Mr. Falcon." The heavily built man said as he shifted to give Eddie a better view of the mask, the stool creaking under his weight. "The material that... my company produces is stronger than any of our competitor's spandex's products and provides more protection and resilience than anything else in today's market, yet it can also hold the most subtle of features. I can honestly say that with this mask on you can have the full visage of the Falcon while still retaining enough of your faculties in order to wrestle properly. Wearing this... being out in the ring... you'll probably feel like it's the first time that you've ever really wrestled, minus the inexperience and nerves that come with it. You'll be cool, confident, and on top," he waved his hand in the air as though to paint the mental image, "The Falcon."

Awed, Eddie couldn't help his smile as he looked the stranger in his eyes for the first time. "Well, Mr. Modino... I appreciate this a great deal!" he said, picking the mask up and inspecting it closer. "I don't think I can promise you too much, but I've got a regional match tomorrow night and I know I've enough fight left in me for that. I'm still not sure just what you see in me, but I'll gladly wear your mask. But I've got to ask: what do you want from me?"

Modino closed the briefcase as Eddie held the mask, deliberately closing the door to the option of putting it back in as he finished the rest of his drink. "Only your eagerness to compete, your drive to succeed, and your devotion to the public and the sport you so love." Modino replied as he stood up, brushing a bit of stray dust from his horsehair suit. "You do that, and everything else will follow quite naturally. We're going to make a wonderful team I think, and I look forward to seeing you at your first match... reborn, Mr. Falcon."

Eddie offered the departing stranger a salute with his glass. "Thank you, stranger!" He said with a smile before draining his whiskey. "Heh, you know, I can't say why but I've got a great feeling about this!"

As Modino left the bar the small smile he had on his face turned into a smirk, pulling out a pair of shades. "As do I, Mr. Falcon..." he muttered to himself, his eyes glowing a bright green as he put them on. "As do I..."

**** ****

The next night, Eddie stood outside the auditorium with the falcon mask between his hands. He was only wearing his ring outfit- a tight spandex shirt with feather-like frills along the arms, worn over a spandex wrestling singlet- and he was absolutely sweltering in the humid Texas heat. He was sweating harder than usual; he knew he was better than any of the amateurs wrestling with him tonight, but for some reason he felt the thrill of competition like he hadn't had for a long time. He was going to show everyone what he could do again; show the people the Falcon like they had never seen him before.

Eddie slipped the mask on, feeling the spandex slide down over his face. It settled into position perfectly, his eyes looking out of two huge holes in the front while his nose rested nicely in the crook of the mask's upper beak. The thick spandex band around the mask's neck fit him nice and snug, and the material of the mask itself felt comfortable; strangely cool.

"Modino wasn't kidding..." Eddie said, adjusting the mask and finding that it felt comfortable no matter how he seemed to shift it. The eyeholes were a little too big, but other than that it seemed to fit him perfectly. "How did he get my measurements? He must have seen Saul or someone..." he muttered to himself, before turning his thoughts towards his upcoming match.

Outside the small locker room those that had decided to turn up were getting pumped up by the announcer who was listing off the wrestlers who would be in tonight's match. The crowd would be made up entirely of locals and mostly those who were looking for a cheap night of entertainment, but none of that seemed to bother Eddie as he stood up, hearing his name. There was an energy in the air, even if he seemed to be one of only a few that felt it, and the closer it got time to enter the ring the more he felt of it. His mind seemed to focus on nothing else but the match at hand, how he would win not only to restore himself but to also prove that even an old bird like him could still hold his own inside the ring.

"Aaaaaand here he is, Former GWA Tag-Team Champion, Austin's own Eddie 'The Falcon' Rodriguez!" the announcer boomed, over a hiss of distortion from the sound system.

Eddie ran down the path cleared between the bleachers and chairs towards the ring. He recognized his opponent as he ran and slid up onto the mat; it was an amateur who didn't even wear their own costume yet. But even as a horrible .mp3 of his theme song echoed over the auditorium sound system, Eddie couldn't help but smile as he listened to the cheers and clapping from the people around him. For that moment, for the first time in ages he really felt like he really could be 'The Falcon' again.

He turned to face his opponent. "Don't take this too hard, boy," The Falcon said to the kid under his breath. "Just learn from it."

"What are you talkin' about?" the younger man asked, confused.

The ring bell dinged thrice.

The young wrestler never knew what hit him. Before he could even get into position for his first move Eddie was on top of him, catching him by surprise and bringing him down to the mat. Even though he quickly recovered from the sudden blow the young amateur couldn't gain any advantage, The Falcon reacting to his moves and countering them faster than he could even comprehend. With his inexperience the match was quickly in the older wrestler's hands, though The Falcon was having so much fun that several times he milked it for the benefit of the people sitting in the stands. It was just like the old days, pulling off one of his signature moves, and then grandstanding to the fans while giving his opponent a chance to recover. Modino had been exactly right; The Falcon felt like he did all those years ago as he brought the young man into position for his final and most famous takedown; a double moonsalt he called the 'Falcon Dive'.

After pinning his dazed opponent, The Falcon sprung back up atop one of the turnbuckles and raised his fists to the crowd, basking in the standing ovation he received. After the match, he called Saul, his manager, and talked him into book him for another regional in Texas. He kept the mask on until he fell asleep late that night, stopping every so often to admire it in the mirror of his hotel room.

Over the next few weeks, Eddie ran through a blistering schedule of training and regional matches, covering most of the South and Northeast. Despite the grueling pace, he

won almost all of his matches and those that he lost were close contests. Whenever he put on his new mask and became The Falcon, he felt unstoppable and his endurance was without limit. Eddie wasn't very big even after the usual genetic treatments for professional wrestlers, and had always relied on his speed and quickness to compete. It had always been his winning edge, and now that he could move like he used to everything came back to him quickly. But as he kept wrestling, he found himself out-performing even his younger self. He dazzled audiences by leaping back and forth across the ring, propelling himself against the ropes and sling-shooting himself away from danger or into a flying attack at a moment's notice. He could jump from the mat onto the top of the turnbuckle and land it perfectly every time, the leap as easy as if his body was weightless.

The Falcon was back, and once again he ruled the skies above the ring.

****

One day after a well-earned massage session, a stranger met him at the door with a handshake. "Mr. Rodriguez? Eddie Rodriguez; 'The Falcon'?"

"The one and only. What can he and or I do for ya?" Eddie asked, beaming at the man.

"I'm a talent scout from the GWA." he said.

"A scout?" He repeated, slightly surprised. "Watched the fight did you?"

"Indeed I did." The scout replied, reaching out to shake the wrestler's hand. "We've been watching your comeback for quite some time, and to tell the truth we could use someone like you back in the ranks. It would be sort of like a classic throwback, a blast from the past that will bring back some of the older fans; the ones old enough to remember the first gene modded wrestlers."

"Are you talking televised?" Eddie asked, unconsciously clutching for the mask inside his gym bag. "Like... Saturday Slam? Or one of the main shows?"

"Indeed, though it would have to be one of the initial events." The scout explained. "While your new moves are impressive it's a big stretch to bring in someone of your... advanced age. Still, it's a flagship slot- on Monday Night Brawl!"

"Hell yeah! Monday Night Brawl! Sounds great!" Eddie said, putting his hand forward to shake on it. "What's the match?"

The scout pulled out a small tablet, punching up what looked like a schedule of events. "A three for all it looks like." He said as he read down the tablet. "You'll be fighting against Yin and Yang, brothers who we have trying to jockey against each other for the top spot. It will be a good way to ease you back into everything, they'll focus on each other and you can stretch your legs."

Eddie raised an eyebrow. A match with more than one opponent was always a bit on the risky side, and he'd certainly didn't know a lot about either Yin or Yang. "That's... huh, that's awfully generous of the management. I thought I wasn't quite back with their good graces yet."

"Like I said, we want you to get some of our original fan base back; it would make sense for you to have a good start right off of the bat." He held out a datapad with the GWA logo on top of it, a standard contract from the looks of it complete with a pressure plate for his signature.

Eddie stared down at the datapad and began to scroll through the contract as the man offered him a stylus. The five-figure match fee was more than he made in an entire season of regionals on a good year, but it was the thought of again competing in the big leagues that was even more alluring. "I promise; The Falcon will give you a match you won't forget," Eddie said, signing his name.

"Oh, I'm sure you will." The scout said as he put the signed datapad back in his briefcase. "Your tickets will be ready at the airport, please be on the match an hour before so we can get you fitted and ready."

"Right, don't worry; I remember," the wrestler replied, smiling.

Two days later, Eddie was walking from where his taxi dropped him off towards the back of a sports stadium in Memphis. The heat in the night was humid and sweltering, but he was so focused on mentally preparing himself for his match he hardly noticed. His falcon mask was already in his hands, caressing the firm spandex around the mask's 'beak' as he walked.

"Knock knock, Mr. Falcon." A familiar voice said as Modino rounded the corner, adjusting his suit as he looked down at the wrestler stroking his mask. "A pleasure to see you again, I see you're doing well for yourself."

"No kidding!" Eddie said, his face lighting up as he saw the man again. "Friend, I don't know what to say! You were right! All I needed to get back in the game was a little self-confidence and hard work. Strange as it sounds... your mask helped me see all that in myself again!"

"Well then the mask did exactly what it intended." Modino replied with a smile as he sat down on the bench next to him. "I'm glad I was able to help you fulfill your dreams once more. But your journey is not yet complete; in fact I daresay that it's only just begun. I'm here now in order to help you in the next step on your path."

"Next step of my path?" Eddie repeated. "I don't know; don't you think I should see how well this match goes first? I'm pretty sure I'll win; it's been a little while since I've had serious competition but I'm in the best shape of my life!" He said, gesturing down at his wiry, muscular frame. He'd entirely dropped the beer gut he'd been growing; in fact his costume was starting to get uncomfortably loose around his body.

Modino let out a small grunt of approval, looking up and down the wrestler's body. "That you are, I would have to say that your body has come a long way from when we first met. But even with all your experience and newfound physique you might find that the odds are stacked a bit against you when it comes to this league. However, I have something that will... make sure that the scales are evenly balanced once more."

"What do you mean?" Eddie asked, turning towards Modino and hefting his bag with one hand. "Is someone still out to get me? It's been years since I was on a show; no one holds a grudge that long..."

"You would be surprised; you should meet some of my brothers." Modino said with a small laugh before hefting a large duffle bag onto his lap. "But in any case, I take it that the show gave you something to replace that old costume of yours?"

"Well, no, but it'll hold up fine. With your mask I'll still be looking just fine on camera," Eddie replied. "But, ah, just out of curiosity whatdya got there?" he asked.

"My next offer of help." Modino replied as he zipped open the bag and pulled out a heap of spandex. "Something suitable for your triumphant return into the public spotlight, and to help you gain an edge over your opponents. My piece de resistance, and between you and me my finest work yet."

Leaning down over the bag, Eddie looked inside as the other man opened it up. Inside, he could see one of the most elaborate spandex bodysuits he'd ever seen. The blue, white and gray suit was patterned like falcon's feathers, and even had flaps of spandex with a feather-like texture that extended out between the arms and behind the lower body. Flimsy gloves and boots made from black straps that attached to the suit proper completed the ensemble; Henry turned it over between his hands, both awed and a little disturbed by the avian costume. It kinda made him look a little *too* much like his namesake...

Eddie picked up the outfit and took it out of Modino's bag, considering what to say. It would certainly look a bit strange to be done up like a full bird on-stage- hadn't someone once warned him you knew your wrestling career was over when you were dressed up more than halfway? And wouldn't the 'wings' and 'tail' would be awfully easy for other wrestlers to grab onto? Well, no; Henry ran his hands over the slick spandex and knew it would be hard to get a grip on the impossibly smooth material.

Finally looking back at Modino, Eddie found himself thinking of all the hard work the guy had gone through to make the suit for him. There was no way he could say no, especially not considering how much success his mask had brought him. "I'll wear it. I'll wear it for the both of us, pal," the wrestler said, unzipping his own bag and gently stuffing the new suit inside, looking both ways first to make sure no one could see what he was doing.

"That is most wonderful." Modino said with a large smile as he patted the wrestler on his back, causing Eddie to fall forward slightly from the force of it. "I guarantee that you will not be disappointed. This will be the beginning of a new era of wrestling... an era that you will be the herald of." As he got up he ran a hand through his hair, taking the ties out of it and letting his long, black mane fall about his face and shoulders. "We'll make an unstoppable team, you and I."

Staggering slightly from the backslap, Eddie looked up at the other man. The wrestler hadn't realized just how brawny Modino was until then, but the horsehair style he held his hair in certainly gave the impression of equine strength. "Woah... I didn't know you were a wrestler, too." he said. "Are you?"

"I'm a lover of all types of sports, though wrestling is by far... one of my favorites." He said with a chuckle. "Not sure what I like more about it, the theatrics or the costuming. If you are ever interested in a little one on one I'm always game, though I'm sure you should be focused on your upcoming match instead. I look forward to seeing you in your new costume, Mr. Falcon; it should look good on you."

"Thanks again, partner!" Eddie nodded, and picked his bag back up. "Well... it's time to show the world The Falcon again!" he said, walking away.

For some reason, thoughts of the encounter weighed a little on Eddie as he walked through backstage and towards the locker room, but he forgot about it in a rush of exhilaration as he walked past some of the biggest GWA stars. He recognized Markus Kole, Mr. Muscle, Rumble, The Viper and Emperyia from the old days, but some of the younger stars were even more intimidating. Kao Lung the Dragon, Silverclaw, Johnny Dash, and even all seven and a half feet of John 'The Tank' Grey. Most of them were so absorbed in their own business they never even met his eyes, but by the time Eddie began to change into his new costume he was feeling his heart race. Tonight he had to win; he had to show them he could wrestle with the best once more.

The costume flowed like silk over itself, slipping and sliding like water as he flapped it open. There was only one opening at the head, something odd for most costumes. He found that it stretched easily enough, and without the gloves and feet it looked like a very strange wetsuit. "Well, here we go..." Eddie said to himself, though his mind was still unsure about the costume itself as he stripped down to his briefs and put his foot into the opening of the suit.

It was even tighter than it looked once he strapped it on; the suit left his hands and feet feeling awfully exposed, though it clung really tight to his muscles elsewhere. Eddie reached down and pulled the falcon mask down over his face, and then began stretching and adjusting his new costume. Like the mask, it seemed to fit almost perfectly no matter how he pulled or stretched the slick spandex. Even the 'feather' parts that looked quite delicate were strong, supple and flexible.

"Woah. Where'd you get the bread for that new suit?" another wrestler asked.

The Falcon turned to see The Viper was next to him, changing into a skimpy turquoise-green singlet. "I didn't; a fan of mine actually made it for me, if you can believe that!" he replied. "Jesus Christ man, have you no decency!?"

"I know!" the Viper said, sighing. "I look like a shitty cartoon barbarian in this fucking thing but the shop screwed up my last two suits so bad I literally can't wear them!"

Eddie smiled at Viper, remembering he still had Modino's card on him. "Well this guy is the one who made mine." He said as he fished it out of his old clothes and gave it to him. "I'm not sure exactly how he does his custom suits, but the mask he gave me before was amazing and then he just gave me this suit to go with it."

"Modino..." Viper said as he looked down at the card. "Thanks Falcon, I just might have to give him a call." As Viper started to turn back towards his own costume he stopped, then turned back towards the Falcon once more. "I just want to say that it's good to see you back in the game, I was a big fan of yours. Even when we were throwing down..."

"Thanks Viper! It's damn good to see there are still guys in the GWA who can act like men." Eddie replied, shaking the man's hand before continuing to slide the spandex over his body.

As he continued to gaze over at the spandex-clad man he couldn't help but notice how revealing the costume he wore was, though as his eyes traced over the muscles of the other wrestler he started to feel... strange.

Eddie quickly averted his eyes back to his body and costume, which he used to cover up the twitch in his groin as he slid the spandex over his own muscles. Thankfully Viper left to watch the upcoming match, leaving him alone. All his focus went to suiting up for his match, and now that it was he was able to marvel at how well it fit his body.

Eddie flexed his arms and legs, unable to stop from grinning in amusement as he saw himself in the mirror as a giant falcon. The colorful, shaggy feathers of his costume hid his lean musculature and made him look bigger than he really was, which fit the wrestler just fine. You wanted to look terrifying when you were flying through the air towards someone, make sure they did anything but try and take control of your momentum.

Eddie bounced on his feet, and then began to jump from side to side. He felt like quicksilver inside his costume, spandex feathers tracing an outline of where he had just been. Anyone grappling those would find the slick feathers slipping from their grasp no matter how strong they were.

The Falcon sprang up onto the locker room bench, and then kicked himself off a nearby locker and did a flip in the air, landing gracefully atop the bench. "Ahhhhh, ladies and gentlemen get ready for YOUR! MONDAY! NIGHT! BRAWL!" he shouted in triumph, pumping his fists in the air.

**** ****

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Get ready for YOUR! MONDAY! NIGHT! BRAWL!" the speakers boomed. Forty thousand people began to stand up and cheer as the lights dimmed and searchlights began to sweep the stadium.

"Welcome back to Brawl, everybody! Broadcasting to fifty million homes tonight, LIVE from beautiful Memphis, Tennessee! As always, your announcers will be me, former Heavyweight champion Max 'Sledge' Hammer!"

"And me, GWA wrestling analyst Alex Jones!"

"Our first match tonight is a real treat for you older fans! It will feature former GWA Lightweight Champion and half of the tag-team 'Birds of Prey', Eddie- THE FALCON!- Rodriguez!"

"That's right, Sledge! And he'll be competing with both halves of Yin and Yang in a three-for-all in moments! Tell me, Max; do you think The Falcon has what it takes to compete in the GWA again?"

"I don't know Alex, but here he comes!"

The Falcon strutted down the ramp to the stage as his theme blasted from the speakers and tens of thousands of fans cheered him on, feeling truly alive. Shrill bird-cries accompanied by fountains of fireworks echoed through the stadium as he waved towards the cheering crowds, spreading the wing-like arms of his new outfit wide. Someone in the hallways had mentioned there were forty thousand people in the area, but he knew that far more were watching him at home. The thrill was as rich and heady as it had ever been... no; it was even better. He knew he was at the top of his game now; nothing would hold him back.

"Ladies and gentlemen! At 5 feet, 8 inches and one-hundred ninety pounds, hailing from Austin, Texas, The Falcon!" the announcer yelled; The Falcon raised his 'wings' again, and then jumped from the ring to the top of a turnbuckle, and then back down again. He never felt so alive!

"Uh oh, here comes trouble." Sledge announced as the other side of the arena lit up, splitting the spotlight from The Falcon and the ramp that had been split into two. "Coming up we have the always harmonious wrestling duo of Yin and Yang!" A number of spinning wheel fireworks and white lights that flashed from side to side.

As the fans roared once more two asian men walked down the ramp, separated by a wall of bright light as they walked in matching black and white spandex bodysuits. "It's been said though that this fight isn't only the comeback match of The Falcon." Alex said as the two continued to saunter in. "Apparently the two have not been getting along, and this match will decide which one of the two is the true alpha dog."

The Falcon caught a microphone one of the stage techs threw to him, holding and admiring the sleek, high-tech design of it. Someone backstage had told him they could pick up on everything said in the ring, but the kept the mics around anyway for theater. His heart was pounding in his chest as he watched the two other wrestlers come towards the ring, and listened to the cheers echoing around the arena. He coughed once to clear his throat, and then raised the mic to the front of his mask's 'beak' and said, "Good evening Memphis! It's good to be back in the G-W-A!"

Cheers exploded from the crowd. It was the cheapest flavor of pop, but it made The Falcon smile inside his mask nonetheless. The cheering was almost intoxicating, filling him with a sense of boundless energy and confidence.

Yin and Yang made their entrance as the crowd continued to cheer, each of them also being handed a microphone. "You shouldn't have left whatever nest they dragged you out of bird boy!" Yin shouted, a mixture of cheers and boos as he antagonized the crowd. "You're going to have to fly home on two broken wings once I'm done with you!"

"Yeah, we don't have all day little birdie!" Yang shouted as well. "We'll even let you have first pick of which one you want to pin you first!"

The Falcon's eyes widened behind his mask. An ambush-!? So Modino had been right after all! Still, for some reason he felt invincible. "If you two think you're going to pull a screwjob on The Falcon you have no idea what you're in for!" he shouted back, pointing a finger at Yang. "I was looking for a fair fight to prove my worth, but if I have to show you what a real predator can do I'm more than ready! You can't hide from the skies!" The Falcon shuffled backwards and then leapt up atop one of the back turnbuckles, and crouched atop it.

"Careful you old bird, you might break a hip!" Yin said as both he and Yang laughed, eliciting another volley of boos and laughter from the audience.

"Uh oh, we have a twist here!" Sledge said as the two asian wrestlers began to circle on either side of The Falcon. "It appears that Yin and Yang are working together after all, attempting to take the wind out from under this returning wrestler's wings for good!" Yin and Yang had begun to set up for one of their signature moves in tag-team wrestling, one going for the grapple right before the other one caught the wrestler up top and toppled the off-balance opponent to the mat.

"I'm not the one who needs to be worried," The Falcon growled into his mic. He tossed the microphone down and sprang to a standing position atop the turnbuckles, spreading his arms apart. As Yin ran over to knock him off-balance, Falcon launched off his perch into a spinning heel kick aimed right for the other brother's chest...

Yang let out a loud gasp as he was knocked back into the ropes, all the wind blown out of his lungs. It had not been expected, the black-suited male had been told that the old wrestler would be easy to take down, but he moved with alarming speed... which meant a change of tactics. He gave his partner the signal as he bounced back into the ropes, crouching down to try and get the Falcon into a compromised position. They still had the two to one advantage, which meant even if the returning wrestler was in the best shape of his life he couldn't take them both on at the same time.

Falcon backed off from his winded opponent when he saw Yin approach, bouncing backwards against the ropes and building up momentum. He had to keep the younger wrestlers off-balance if he was going to have any chance of beating them both! "EEYA!" Falcon screamed, springing off the mat and then jumping up to catch Yin in the head with a high kick...

"Woah! Look at The Falcon put those deadly talons to good use!"

"He's got a lot of pep in his step tonight, A.J! There's no denying!"

"See if he can connect with another kick..."

Yang managed to dodge the first kick, through it was by mere inches that he did so. He had to admire the other wrestler's technique; it was as graceful and fluid as an actual falcon in flight, both functional and deadly efficient. To wrestle well was one thing, but to do so in the style of a raptor was quite another! There was no way that this wrestler had been retired, he thought as he tried to lock his opponent's arm so Yin could sweep under his legs; his musculature was far too lithe under the tight costume for him to be that old, even with world-class gene mods...

The Falcon staggered away, barely able to avoid Yin and Yang's combined counterattack. Springing himself back against the ropes, The Falcon twisted himself backwards and landed solidly outside the ring...

Inside the ring, the referee raised his fist and counted down the time to a disqualification. "One!"

"What's he think he's doing?"

"Well, I wouldn't try and fight Yin and Yang when they're actually working together unless I was 'The Tank'!"

"Can The Falcon possibly win this match?"

The Falcon began to taunt the twins, trying to goad them into attacking him outside the ring....

The two wrestlers looked at each other for a second, then nodded and climbed up on the ropes before crossing over. It wasn't the first time that they had had a fight outside the ring, plus the narrower corridors would mean he could flank him easier. Plus the crowd loved it, especially those in the front rows. After shifting a bit to try and catch The Falcon in the middle of them they dropped down to the floor, arms stretched in an attempt to do a double clothesline.

Falcon was fast, but not quite fast enough this time. The twins' assault caught him as he tried to dive back into the ring past them, and he came crashing to the hard rubber mat covering the floor outside the ring...

"Solid hit by Yin and Yang on The Falcon! He's down, Sledge!"

"Yeah, I think we're about to find out how fragile the old bird really is..."

"Time to cage this bird." Yin tossed out as he went for The Falcon's head, Yang moving towards the feet for a double suplex to pin him down...

Though he panicked for a moment, the Falcon caught a second wind and rolled his way out of the brother's grasp. "Not going to be that easy!" he growled, jumping back to his feet and shaking himself out. "Come on, show me how fast *you* are!" Falcon then shouted, sprinting towards Yin and Yang. Before he reached the twins, The Falcon jumped atop the wall between the ring and the front-row audience, pivoted, and then dove towards both brothers in a diving crossbody attack...

"Falcon, launching himself at Yin and Yang!"

"Damn reckless, A.J! The match has only just begun and Falcon is fighting like his life depended on it!"

The crowd went wild as they saw The Falcon just inches from them, taking Yin and Yang by surprise in the agile attack. While Yin managed to duck under the flying wrestler his partner was far less lucky, getting pushed back on his butt as the other wrestler knocked him down. It took a few seconds for Yang to recover from it, gripping his chest slightly as he struggled to get his wind back. Yin got over to help his partner, jumping onto The Falcon's back to buy the other wrestler some time and to try and get him into a chokehold.

Falcon tried to break away from Yin as the other wrestler grabbed him, but unlike earlier Yin got a solid grip on the costumed wrestler's shoulders. The Falcon grabbed hold of Yin's head in turn, wrenching him into a half-neckbreaker...

"Five!" the referee continued to slowly count. "Six!"

The Falcon ran up into the ring and jumped up and down on the mat, trying to bolster himself before the twins recovered. He had the high ground again, but surely he couldn't keep this pace up forever. "Why don't you fight me one at a time! Think you could win like that, you cowards?" He shouted at Yin and Yang...

"Of course we can!" Yin said as motioned for his partner to back off as he started to circle The Falcon. It was just a feint though, while Yin managed to try and keep all his attention on him Yang circled around to get an advantage on him. It seemed to work, as Yin went in for a hold Yang managed to catch The Falcon in the side and take him to the ground. The dastardly deed did not go unnoticed as the crowd booed the two asian wrestlers and began to cheer for The Falcon, chanting his name as they took him to the ground.

Falcon shuddered beneath Yin and Yang's combined stomps, trying to kick his way back to his feet but unable to escape the brothers. Boot after boot smashed into his face and stomach, keeping him reeling under the relentless assault...

"Look at the pounding the Falcon is suffering at the hands of Yin and Yang!"

"No kidding, A.J! They're working him over like they're tenderizing a steak!"

"Falcon is faster than they are, but they're wearing him down..."

Yin and Yang once more dug their heels into the other wrestler before they backed off for a second, only to get ready for a devastating double elbow drop. They planned on finishing him off with this one, the crowd letting out another volley of boos and jeers as they launched into the air for their final attack...

"Double elbow drop!!! This could be it!!!"

The volume in the arena dropped noticeably...

The Falcon had been beaten to his limit. On any other day, the twins might have landed their elbows and annihilated him, but for some reason he found the strength to dig deep within himself and stay fighting. Moments before Yin and Yang would have connected, Falcon rolled himself away, and then began to pull himself back up using the ropes.

"Unbelievable! Our blast from the past finds the will to stand up once more after a brutal assault!"

As Yin and Yang rolled onto their feet after the missed drop they already found the other wrestler in the midst of his counterattack, the crowd going wild as The Falcon hooked his arm around Yang's chest and brought him to the ground. He was pumped, and the cheers of the crowd only seemed to spur him on even more. When he got back up Yang stayed down for a few seconds, the force of the impact nearly breaking his ribs...

The Falcon vaulted himself back against the ropes on the other side of the ring, and then landed a solid kick on Yin's head. With both twins staggered, The Falcon seized the chance to run up to the nearest turnbuckle and climb atop it. He saluting the crowd with both of his hands, raising his arms into the sky as if they were wings and he was preparing to fly.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, do you see this!?"

"What has gotten into The Falcon?"

"I don't know, but it looks like he's getting set up for something big..!"

Turning around to face Yin and Yang, The Falcon almost felt like he *could* fly. He felt stronger, faster and more resilient than even the typical gene-enhanced, steroid-using GWA wrestler. He felt every tiny breeze blow past the feathery parts of his costume, and felt power like that of a true raptor in his hands and feet. Somehow, he knew exactly how to take these young upstarts down...

"Come on, boys!" Falcon shouted, watching Yin and Yang get their balance back. "Why are ya slowing down so soon?"

"You have got to be kidding me..." the asian wrestlers gawked as The Falcon posed for a second on the turnbuckle. "How did he..." the two ran up to the ring, hoping to dislodge him and knock him back into the ring so that they can renew their attack on him.

The Falcon flexed his feet around the turnbuckle he was standing on. Though he didn't realize it in the heat of the moment, his toes had slowly been growing out of the bands that protected his feet. Now, the feeling was too distracting to ignore. When he looked down he was shocked to see that his feet had grown to tremendous size, and the stub of another toe was growing out from the back of each of his heels...

"What the-" Falcon breathed. It wasn't- couldn't- be right! But he had more important things on his mind! Yin and Yang were rushing him, and the cheers of the crowd around were rising higher and higher, and he knew* *exactly* why his feet were the way they were.

"Kyaaa!" Falcon screamed, leaping off the turnbuckle, sailing clear over both Yin and Yang in a graceful arc...

...snagging both brothers by the back of the neck with his feet as he flew past them. Clutching Yin and Yang's neck tight with his massively grown toes, he rolled himself to the mat, bringing both of their heads with him.

"What was that! What was that! What-"

"Falcon, taking down the brothers Yin and Yang! Taking them down hard!"

"-was that! What was that! Did you see that move!?"

Sitting up while holding the other wrestlers to the ground, Falcon pulled both of their legs up and pinned Yin and Yang simultaneously.

"One!" The referee counted, slapping the mat near him...

"Two!" Yin and Yang struggled to get out of the hold, but The Falcon had an iron grip on them and they couldn't even budge.

"THREE!" The crowd went absolutely wild as Falcon got up from the hold, leaving his defeated opponents on the mat as he got up and raised his hands in the air in a triumphant cheer. He jumped up on the corner post and did his signature pose, his new feet gripping the ropes. As he basked in the glory of his win, Yin and Yang, still stunned at their loss, slowly rolled off the mat and sulked back to the locker room. They knew they were going to get it from their manager, the match was supposed to be a lock for them and they ended up losing to a washed-out, retired wrestler.

Falcon on the other hand, basked in the adulation of the GWA fans around him, looking around in the audience for anyone holding a sign for him. There weren't very many but they were enthusiastic, and he made it a point to point and wave to them whenever he saw them. The thrill of competing, of *winning* once more was just as sweet as he had imagined it; he needed to savor it!

"Someone needs to ask the old warbird what diet he's been on the last few months!"

"I don't know about that, Sledge. But I do know that Falcon, on his first night back wrestling with the GWA just scored an incredible two on one victory against Yin and Yang! And Monday Night Brawl is just getting started!

"Unbelievable! I don't know if I can take excitement like this all night!"

"Then good news, 'Sledge! I hear it's time for a word from our sponsors!"

**** ****

Once the next match was about to be set up The Falcon walked down the tunnel into the locker rooms, and now that the adulation of the fans had worn off his anger at the potential screw job returned. The two wrestlers not only had set out to beat him, but humiliate him as well, making a fool of him in front of the crowd in his first match back in the spotlight. He had to know why they targeted him, why they set him up like that. As he got into the locker rooms themselves he could hear Yin and Yang, arguing over who screwed up what which made them completely oblivious to his presence as he walked in.

Falcon eased himself into the locker room quietly, eavesdropping on the brothers as they fought.

"How could you have screwed up so badly against one old man!?" Yin said, shoving Yang.

"Hey! You were in that ring, too! And he wasn't just any old guy! He was crazy fast!" Yang replied, shoving Yin against a nearby row of lockers. "He moved faster than sensei!"

"Shut up! Shut up, and think about how the hell we going to explain this when negotiating our contracts: cannot win set up matches!" Yin retorted, grabbing his brother and pushing him into the opposite row of lockers.

"Shut up, idiot!" "You're the idiot! And you're also the one who needs more gym time!" "You need more-"

"You two need a healthier way of talkin' out your disputes," The Falcon said, interrupting them.

Both Yin and Yang turned their heads, their looks of anger increasing as they saw the object of their scorn right in front of them. "You!" Yin shouted, glaring at him. "How did you do it? Steroids? Illegal gene-mods? Some sort of implant?"

"Tell us how you beat us old man!" Yang started in. "We're going to lose our sponsorship because of you!"

The two of them approached The Falcon, and though they were still angry The Falcon could sense something in them that he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Listen guys, I'm sure you guys are really talented." He said to try and defuse the situation. "But take it from an expert; all the body modding in the world can't substitute for a good tactical mind."

"That's bullshit!" Yin protested. "You don't respect us at all!" Yang added.

"We've watched your old fights, Falcon! You've never moved like that before!"

"I- thank you- don't respect people who try and get in cheap wins because they think they don't need to earn their victories!" Falcon protested. "And the only thing different about me is this awesome new costume. But that's really nothing but confidence and comfort. It ain't like you can slap a gene-mod into a costume..."

"Are you kidding?" Yang said. "Then what kind of 'costume' has those!" He yelled, pointing down at Falcon's oversized feet.

"Holy shit!" Yin said, looking where his brother was pointing. "What happened to you, man?"

"Did you get a concussion or were you not paying attention to the match we just lost!?" Yang sputtered at his brother.

His toes! He'd forgotten about that entirely in the thrill of victory! The Falcon wiggled his 'toes', his mouth opening wide in shock as he saw the talon-tipped toes move as well. It was definitely not part of the costume that Modino had given him, and he had no idea when it even happened. Strangely enough though the weird digits didn't cause him any discomfort, in fact it felt rather good... "how... how in the hell did that happen..."

"You mean... you don't know how that happened?" Yin asked, both of them watching as Falcon slowly began to take off his costume.

"This is getting a little weird." Yang replied as he grabbed his towel from his locker. "Come on, let's hit the showers."

"I... huh, yeah..." Falcon mumbled, absentmindedly picking a towel up off a nearby bench while staring at his feet. The straps of his costume wrapped the enormous soles of his long-toed feet, but left the powerful digits able to move freely. They looked just like the kind of feet his namesake would have!

The Falcon followed Yin and Yang as the brothers headed over towards the showers, watching his toes move as he walked. What *was* happening? He reached up to take off his mask as they neared the showers, and noticed that when he pulled on the firm spandex around his head it stuck slightly to his skin. He pulled harder, and found more resistance in turn...

"What the hell?" He shouted as he gave it one last good, hard tug before he was forced to stop as it felt like he was trying to pull of his face. "Is it fused or something maybe?"

Falcon left the mask where it was for now, instead moving onto the body of his spandex costume. Unfortunately he found himself in a similar situation with his bodysuit, feeling tendrils of it interlacing the various pieces of his costume together. "This... can't be happening, am I stuck in this thing?" As his hands tried to find a seam it wasn't just the costume that felt weird, but his body as well. It was like the feathers were poking into his skin, though he knew it was impossible...

Still stumbling after Yin and Yang, The Falcon tried to pull on the 'tail' attached to the back of his costume, hoping he could use the long spandex 'feathers' as leverage. But no matter how hard he pulled, it felt like the tail was welded to his backside. Whether it was his imagination or not, he could almost *feel* each tug on the tail through his own spine...

"Guys! Guys, help! I'm... I think I'm stuck or something!" The Falcon cried out, twisting parts of his 'wings' and 'tailfeathers' with his hands. No matter what he seemed to do the material sprang back into place with a strangely comfortable feeling, like a bunch of tension leaving his muscles. The Falcon caught sight of himself in a row of mirrors above the locker room sinks; he looked like an enormous, vibrantly-colored spandex man-bird!

Meanwhile Yin and Yang continued to shower, the sound of the water drumming on the tile and their bodies drowning out the sounds of The Falcon's cries. "Can you believe that guy?" Yin said as he passed the shampoo to his brother. "Beats us in one match and thinks he can just lecture us on the finer points of wrestling!"

"No kidding." Yang replied. "No offense to our elders, but they have no idea what times are like these days; they can't change."

The Falcon let out an unnatural squawk as he continued to prod and pull on his body, though it wasn't in pain but pleasure. The feeling of his new body had turned from a source of panic to one of pride, every muscle in his body thrumming with energy as he looked himself over once more in the mirror. He was truly The Falcon, his wrestling image personified and given life... and the more he stared at himself, the more he admitted to himself what an amazingly handsome image it was.

Falcon flexed, admiring himself in the mirror as his feathered arms turned rock-hard. There were a few things that still felt... incomplete... but it looked like he'd 'grown' perfectly into the costume. He could even see better! He met his own eyes in the mirror, and noticed that the holes in his mask were now the perfect size for his eyes even though he was dead-certain they'd been way too large when Modino had first given him the mask.

Despite the sheer strangeness of wearing such an invasive costume, The Falcon couldn't deny that it made him powerful... confident... sexy. He'd completely dominated two younger wrestlers in the ring, and knew that he still had more potential left to unlock. With the strength it gave him, he had a shot at more than just a comeback; he could win the GWA championship! Maybe his strange friend was right after all; maybe he really was going to change the whole wrestling game for good!

Ah... but to stand a chance of winning the gold he was going to have to build alliances, win over fans and impress the management again. He couldn't just fight his way to the top; he knew it was a lot harder than that. He was going to have to get Viper drunk and see what locker room talk he could pull out of his old friend, see who else was gunning for the championship. Actually, wasn't he in the locker room now? What might Yin and Yang have to say...

The two wrestlers, unknowing of their former opponent's plotting, continued to talk as they showered. They cared little for how long they stayed under the hot water since they didn't have to pay the bill, letting the cascade wash away their most recent failure. "You know now there's no way that Kao Lung is going to ask us to help him in the next Rumble thanks to this loss." Yin said as he rested his head against the tile. "Grandpa bird may have cost us an entire year of work..."

"Oh come on, I'm sure Kao will still be interested, we did help him beat Silverclaw and The Chameleon in that free-for-all in San Diego." Yang tried to reassure. "And even if we can't ally with him, Johnny Dash is in the market for a good alliance this year I hear."

"You would really want to team up with that scheming wannabe feline?" Yin said. "Don't forget he betrayed The Tank already, though it did him little good when the championship came around." Both of them were so engrossed in the conversation they failed to hear the figure that skulked just around the corner of the communal shower.

"I know how you two might still have a shot at some glory..." The Falcon said, sauntering up to the showerhead the brothers were sharing and clasping each of them on the shoulder with his strong hands. The texture of his fingers was coarse and rubbery, almost like real scales. "I think I might be willing to take some eager and enthusiastic young wrestlers under my wing, if you two could learn to work together a little better and show some respect in the ring. In fact-" the falcon continued, squeezing both Yin and Yang's muscled shoulders with his powerful hands like they were squeeze toys- "I dare say I saw some real potential when we were fighting earlier. So... what do you two think?"

The two shared a look as they both contemplated Falcon's offer. The fact of the matter was that while they hated to admit it, the older wrestler did beat them. Even though it was a bit strange that he still had his costume on in the showers, there was a sense of wisdom about him that made them wonder if they could learn a thing or two. At the very least they could delve a little deeper into his offer. "What would you want for this opportunity of yours?" Yin asked.

"Yeah, would you tell us the secret of how you managed to beat us?" Yang inquired as well. "And hey, what do you mean we need to work together better?"

The Falcon half-hesitated; he was still feeling a little on-edge knowing that there was more to his mask and costume than he'd been told. He wasn't sure he should be sharing his one competitive advantage with the younger duo in any case, but still... he had seen how well they could wrestle earlier in the night. "Come on, guys," The Falcon said, letting go of Yin and Yang and walking between their showers, letting the water spray over his strange new feathers. "How do you think I beat you?" He asked, laughing a little as he began to scrub his spandex-covered body. He could feel the hot water on his body as if the flexible, supple material covering it was his own skin...

Earlier the twins had been flustered and distracted by their defeat and bickering, but now they had a close and intimate look at their fellow wrestler; the bird-like feet, the spandex feathers, the 'tail' of feathers that all articulated so smoothly and naturally. The beak on the front of the Falcon's mask even opened up wide when he sighed under the hot shower!

"Woah! No way! What the hell are you wearing!?" Yin exclaimed. "How did they make it so realistic?"

"Are you really are stuck in there or something?" Yang said, suddenly suspicious.

"Maybe I don't want to take it off. Maybe I don't need to anymore," The Falcon half-replied, washing the feathers down his legs.

Yin and Yang looked at each other, trying to figure out what The Falcon's angle was. It wasn't like any gene-modification or augmentation that they had ever seen before, but neither was it just the costume itself. At the same time they could see every muscle flex and move as The Falcon continued to wash himself, as though it wasn't merely fabric covering his skin but something much, much more. "Is it... is it the costume that caused you to beat us?" Yin asked, his hand almost reaching out to touch it.

"No way..." Yang said as he also walked slightly closer to the washing wrestler. "What sort of technology is this? Biometrics? Nanofilaments?"

"I don't know; at first all I knew was that it looked damn good," The Falcon replied, looking down at the tiled floor of the shower room. "Maybe it is some kind of advanced technology. But I can tell you what I do know: I'm wrestling like I never have before and I'm *nowhere* near my limit yet. If you two are truly wrestlers, if you truly want to *win* something great- something you have to *earn*- then help me take things to the top of the game. I'll show you two everything I know... and maybe the next time I talk to my costume-making friend I'll mention your names..."

"A costume... like yours..." Yin said, looking at Yang before once more focusing on the Falcon. "That would be amazing. If it does half the things that you speak of then we would be an unstoppable force in the GWA! And you're saying that all we have to do is help you?"

"Yin... I don't know if this is such a good thing." Yang whispered after he moved over towards him. "We don't even know if he's telling the truth, and if we hitch our cart to the wrong horse now then we may never get another chance at the title."

"Hah! You're still young." The Falcon commented, lathering up his chest while they spoke. He felt so much more confident and proud of himself 'wearing' the appearance of a falcon. Maybe it was their collective gall, but for some reason he felt a building urge to tease Yin and Yang; show them their place in any partnership-to-be. "I'm not guaranteeing anything and you two are going to have to work as much as me, and in return *we* might rock the GWA and score the big titles; I'm talking the World *and* Tag Team championships!" He screeched, turning his eye from Yang to Yin and back again. "Now are you going to be limp-dick cowards or are you with me?"

Yin could feel his chest puff up slightly at the insult, going up towards the Falcon until they were mere inches away from his face, though he had to look up in order to meet eye-to-eye with him. "You talk a big talk bird, but can you back that game up?"

"I did earlier!" The Falcon replied, chuckling as he continued to scrub his feathers.

"I'll do it." Yang said suddenly, causing his brother to look at him with an angry stare. "Yin, we're at the bottom of the food chain right now, especially with our recent loss. No other wrestler is going to take us up, and this may be our chance to earn some real standing with the crowd as well as the other wrestlers. Who knows, maybe we won't be merely be some beginning-act tag team with a veteran like him on our side."

Yin sighed, backing down slightly. "So much for negotiation." He said. "Alright, let's do this. Did you want our manager to call yours or something to make this official?"

The Falcon scrubbed himself lower, around where the crotch of his costume was. Strangely enough, he could still feel the weight of *something* there inside the tight, feathery suit. "Yeah, and..." he said, distracted by the sensation. He turned away from Yin and Yang and put two hands around his crotch, pushing his scale-gloved fingers around the feathered mound to try and find his member. "...one sec, guys. I've-" he continued, craning his head backwards most of the way before saying- "uh, also been thinking about scheduling some training sessions and such, too..."

"Well alright then." Yang said, patting The Falcon on the shoulder. "We'll give you our number, and we can work out a schedule to get some coordinated moves down. Course we're going to have to think of someway to package this, 'The Falcon and Yin and Yang' probably won't cut it."

"Y-yeah, of course, details..." The Falcon half-replied, shifting uncomfortably as Yang touched him. He could feel the pressure and tension of an erection building *somewhere* near the surface of his crotch, but he couldn't feel it with his fingers yet...

"You alright Falcon?" Yin said, seeing a note of concern on the other wrestler's face.

"I'm-" Falcon stammered, looking down at himself. He was gripping the taut, feathered mound of his crotch hard and fast enough to bring the tension within his body towards the surface. "-fine-" he said, watching the bright-red spearhead of a slick, smooth, totally inhuman penis begin to slide from the forest of bright blue spandex feathers surrounding his sex. He felt a slight throb from his balls, somewhere still inside of his body, and felt relief, shock and arousal flood through him all at once. "-shit?"

"Of course he's alright!" Yang said, ignoring his brother and the Falcon's apparent distress. "Hey, how about a couple of drinks? We'll buy!"

"Um... Yang..." Yin replied, also going up to the Falcon. "I think he's actually in trouble..."

"I'm fine!" Falcon protested, pulling away from Yang and walking away from the pair of them, holding a hand over his hardening cock. It felt warm and hard like flesh when he'd first touched it, but when he felt it again or looked down at how water beaded and rolled off it the wrestler was nearly certain it was actually *made* of something like rubber or latex. Somehow in spite of that, his dick kept growing hotter and harder as it throbbed...

Yang playfully pushed his brother aside, causing him to slide on the slickened title a bit. "See, you big dolt!" He said. "Why do you always think the worst of such things? Falcon! Come with us, we know this great little place down the way and once we've showered up we'll meet you there."

"Dude!" Yin said as he stabilized himself. "I hate it when you horseplay in the shower!" As Yang tried to push him again he grabbed his arm, turning and using his weight to propel him across the water-soaked floor. He hadn't realized that the Falcon had moved over in that area and Yang spread his hands out as his naked body slammed against the Falcon's back.

Bowled over by Yang, The Falcon gave a surprised screech as he fell to the floor of the shower. As he hit the ground, his slick cock slid against the smooth tiles in a way that was incredibly stimulating. Falcon pushed himself and Yang up so that he was on his knees, all eight inches of his sleek, spear shaped cock erect between his spandex-scaled legs. "Grawk!" he growled, suddenly shifting his weight and slamming Yang down to the floor of the showers. Staring at the naked man on his back, The Falcon suddenly felt the urge to dominate, to humiliate the lesser wrestler come back far, far stronger than he'd first felt. Almost totally oblivious to Yin, the birdlike wrestler leapt atop Yang's chest and pinned his wrists and ankles to the ground...

"Roughhousing? You still want to wrestle with *me*?" Falcon said, throttling Yang hard to show him just how strong he was. His stiff, rubbery erection throbbed against the younger male's wet, firm, smooth pecs as he pinned Yang harder, savoring his struggles.

"Hey! The hell!?" Yang shouted as he felt The Falcon's steel-like grip on his wrists keeping his back pressed against the warm tile as he struggled against it. He looked up to see an almost predatory look in his eyes, a hunger that he had never seen before as the strange member rubbed against his skin. There was nothing he could do against it, his eyes widening as he felt it pressed against his body, throbbing eagerly against him. "Brother!"

"Yang!" Yin shouted, his shock had frozen him in place as he watched the Falcon pin his brother, but now he quickly recovered and ran over to help. He jumped on the Falcon's back, trying to pull him over and put him into a chokehold.

Falcon struggled for a moment as Yin used his superior positioning to pry him off Yang, but before he could lock in his chokehold The Falcon counterattacked. Deftly twisting Yin over his shoulder, the muscular bird slammed one brother into the other back-to-belly. "Pathetic! I've a hell of a lot to teach you two!" he said, standing up over them and grinning. He felt his cock throb a little bit more as he watched the naked brothers squirm against one another, Yang trying to push Yin off him while Yin tried to pull himself away. The Falcon put one giant foot on Yin's chest and forced the both of them to the tile, idly stroking himself all the while.

"Get off us!" Yang shouted as he continued to writhe under his grasp. Yin, on the other hand, could only stare as the Falcon stroked himself. There was something about the muscular male that he couldn't take his eyes off, his hands going up to the scaly foot on him and grabbing onto it. "Yin, stop staring and hit him!"

Yin looked back at his brother, then back up at the Falcon. "Falcon, we already agreed to help you, you can get off of us!"

"I could... and I will. But first... admit I'm the better wrestler. Tell me; I want to hear the words," the Falcon said, grinning at Yin and slowing his strokes. His dick was hard enough on its own, and he didn't want to arouse himself too much around the other guys...

...or did he? There was a curious thought; The Falcon would have analyzed it longer but he had to shove his taloned foot down harder on Yin to keep him from escaping. "Come on, say it!" the avian wrestler said.

"Never!" Yang shouted, still trying to find a way to get free but finding it rather difficult with his motionless brother on top of him.

Yin, however, was far more conflicted than his brother. "I..." he started to say, his slickened chest heaving up and down as he tried to decide whether to continue the fight like his brother or submit to the Falcon's desires. His brother was always the bull-headed one, always the one that needed to take charge of their lives. But as he stared up at the wrestler pinning them down there was a power, a force that he exuded that just screamed leader. Even the fact that he had a strange, raging erection was overlooked as he licked his lips. "You..."

"Don't you dare..." Yang nearly growled.

"You're the better wrestler." Yin finally admitted, looking down as he betrayed his brother.

"That's right," Falcon said, sounding pleased though he left his foot on Yin's chest. "You two are good, but you're not invincible and you can't afford to be too... cocky... in the ring," He said, leering at Yin as he watched the other wrestler slowly pop a boner himself. It was strange just how *sexy* the whole scene felt; The Falcon had tussled in the showers before but it had never turned him on...

"You know... you two could use a little more help learning humility, I think..." The Falcon said, stepping forward and adjusting his foot so that his erect cock was closer to Yin's face. "Why don't you show me just how eager you are to serve under a better wrestler than you..?"

There was a moment of silence as Yin looked at the thick spire of flesh was pressed near to his face. He shouldn't want this, he should be like his brother and try to escape, but somehow he just didn't couldn't find it too resist. The Falcon was right... he was eager to serve under a better wrestler, one that had both experience and the physical prowess that stood right on top of him. His lips slowly began to part as they touched the tip, the smell of rubber and musk filling his nostrils.

Yang was shocked, seeing his brother begin to slide his mouth on the strange member. "Yin... why..." He said, unable to do anything but watch the lewd scene before him.

Yin tried to block out Yang's voice as he tried to show his appreciation to the man would bring them to greatness, his own cock completely rigid as he felt the eight inches of latex flesh push into his mouth. It was strangely flexible, and as he ran his tongue along the sensitive flesh he could feel the Falcon push it deeper and harder into his mouth. He shouldn't like it, his mind thought, but the erotic thrill of it was too much for him to stop...

"Mmmmm..." Falcon moaned, as his cock slid nice and deep into Yin's warm, wet mouth. His latex maleness was, if anything, more sensitive than his old flesh, and the heady rush of arousal quickly filled his body. The Asian wrestler's wet, hairless and well-muscled body was incredibly hot, and The Falcon couldn't resist the temptation to stroke his talons and toes across Yin's well-defined abs, and then lower, around his crotch...

As Yin sucked on The Falcon's strange, slick pole, he could taste both savory, salty musk and the rubbery, artificial taste of latex. Even stranger was the powerful lust building within his own loins, which led him to grind his bare ass against Yang's soft dick. Yin felt unbelievably horny, and every hot gush of preseed from The Falcon's cock made him grow even hornier. He reached down to stroke his hard shaft, but when he tried the bird stamped his huge foot down on Yin's cock, squeezing it out of reach between his legs...

"Me first," the birdlike wrestler said, stroking Yin's head almost affectionately.

Yin let out a muffled groan around the rubber cock that stretched his mouth open, feeling a pressure around his own as The Falcon's taloned, spandex scaled foot pressed against it. At first he felt a small surge of panic, but as he heard him speak a trill of pleasure ran up his spine. His head arched forward as he felt the strangely textured hand run through his hair, which caused his throat to bulge slightly as he angled his neck to let it slide in and let his throat muscles stimulate him even more. The young wrestler was in heaven, his eyes rolling back slightly as he continued to bob his head up and down while looking up needfully at the bird-man.

Just beneath him Yang continued his escape attempt, infuriated that he had to be pinned while the large wrestler somehow managed to get his brother to give him head. As he felt the bare ass of the other asian rub against his groin he tried to kick up to dislodge the double pin, but the tile gave him no purchase to get a hold on and caused him to get even more. "You have my brother, just let me go you freak!" He finally shouted.

"I don't think so! At least he knows how to shut up; you're the worse of the pair!" Falcon replied, putting more of his weight on the brothers. He leaned himself lower into Yin, pushing more of his latex maleness into the other wrestler's mouth. Just watching the hot male working so hard to pleasure him was making The Falcon feel like he was going to cum, even though he wasn't even sure he could anymore. Strangely, every time he tried to think about the dramatic changes wrought on his body he found his thoughts couldn't quite hold on to the idea. It didn't even *feel* strange, though he *knew* it was...

The Falcon trilled again as Yin sucked hard on the head of his engorged member. He was too close; he felt like he was going to blow and he wasn't ready. Falcon kept mindlessly pounding himself into Yin's face as his balls clenched hard, and suddenly he felt a massive, spurt of *something* shoot out from his cock as he came. "Grhr... R-rahk! Kyaw!" he cawed, closing his eyes and shuddering as he held himself against Yin and filled the other wrestler's mouth with sputtering blasts of hot, thick, latex-like cum...

Yin's entire upper body shuddered underneath The Falcon's foot as he felt his body tense up, then the thick seed blasting into his throat. With the member deep in his mouth he could only swallow as it flooded his body, though some of it managed to escape his mouth and dribble down the corners of his lips. All he could do was grip the Falcon's spandex legs as more and more of the strange liquid filled his stomach. As it did something felt very... odd, Yin gurgling slightly as the viscous substance stuck and clung to his insides, a strange warmth radiating from them...

The Falcon shuddered as he continued to pump his cum into Yin's eager mouth. He opened his eyes to enjoy the sight, only to be shocked by the blue-tinted seed that covered the other wrestler's face and slid down his chin. Pulling away, The Falcon watched as a few last trickles of blue cum leaked from his throbbing member, and the ecstasy of his orgasm died away. "Rr- ah... hngh..." he growled, taking his foot off Yin's chest and taking a step away. Falcon felt great; he couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten such a thrill from sex! Still, what he'd just done was... not at all like him...

Again, the thought slipped away like sand between his claws. The Falcon turned around and looked from Yin to Yang, noticing that the other brother had nearly extricated himself from his twin. While Yin had a faraway, content look on his face, Yang's look was one of shock, horror, disgust and hate and twisted into one furious sneer. The Falcon smiled; it was going to be *so* nice to wipe that off his face. The most fantastically lewd perversions came to his mind as though given by divine inspiration...

"So tell me, Yang; how do you want to show your commitment to the partnership?" The Falcon said, rolling a finger along the underside of his cock to collect a nice, sticky-slick strand of latex cum. He pulled his messy finger towards his beak and licked it, finding the artificial taste of his seed rather pleasing. "Mmm... want to suck me off, too? Or should I just fuck that hot ass of yours like I wanted to with Yin?"

Yang felt both horror and conflict as he watched his brother continue to enjoy himself and the other wrestler's cock deep in his mouth. "I... I..." he couldn't stop stammering, wracking his brain in order to figure out a way to extract himself and his brother from the situation. The way that Yin looked, the vacant, dreamy expression on his face as he continued to suck The Falcon's tool, that he would probably fight him if he tried to pull him away. For once he was at a loss, the normally dominant male completely powerless. "I don't know what to do..."

"Yes, you do..." the Falcon replied, wrenching Yin off his brother and then quickly taking his place atop Yang's chest. The avian wrestler clenched his tailfeathers against Yang's crotch, teasing his member. "You want to... let me take you..." Falcon said, taking hold of Yang's wrists and firmly pressing them against the tiles beneath them. "Don't you?"

Before Yang could reply, he saw his brother crawling away on his hands and knees, his face still covered in sticky, clinging blue cum. Yin's lips glistened with a thin layer of the gooey seed, and looked a little larger, a little smoother and less fleshy than normal...

Yang saw his brother's changed lips and looked back at the Falcon, his eyes growing wider as he saw the other wrestler smirking down at him. "What... what are you?" He asked, his chest heaving as he felt those smooth feathers press against his groin, teasing his increasingly erect cock as that strange yet pleasant sensation of his synthetic skin sent tingles down his body. "It does... it does feel nice..."

"Oh brother, you have no idea..." Yin said as he smeared the gooey cum from his lips onto his face, causing it to spread out a bit further as a sultry grin began to grow. "I can feel it inside me, marking me as his. You simply must experience it as well... but don't take too long, I want another turn when he's finished with you."

For a moment, Yang was frozen in horror watching Yin's grin stretch wider and longer, the front of his face pushing out into a darkening beak. Unlike the Falcon's beak it was longer and lacked the hook at the end, but it was already as large as the other wrestler's face and growing bigger by the moment. "Brother! Your face! Y-argh!" Yang cried out, before the Falcon flipped him over onto his belly and began to grind against his bare ass...

"Yeah..." The Falcon growled, pressing his slick rod of rubbery flesh between Yang's legs. "Don't you want to join him?" The sleek, inhuman phallus throbbed against the other male's soft flesh, hot and sleek with viscous seed. Before giving Yang a moment to answer, the Falcon pulled his hips backward and dragged his cock up the cleft of his sleek, wet asscheeks...

Yang took a moment to recover as he was pushed against the cool tile floor, trying to look up at his brother to see his condition as he felt The Falcon's cock press into the crack of his ass. "My brother and I have done everything together." He said as he closed his eyes, his erection throbbing against his abs as he made his choice. "If he's happy as... whatever you are, then I will be too. Guess I'm following his lead for once..."

"I'm glad you came around to our way of thinking... it'll make this so much easier and more pleasant for you. I can't wait to see you and your brother together in the ring again... after this..." The Falcon said, unable to stop from letting out a long and sultry sigh as he pried apart Yang's rumpcheeks and positioned his slick raptorhood against the male wrestler's hole. It hardly took any force at all to slide his slick, rubbery phallus past Yang's clenched hole and deep into his tight, well-muscled rear-

-The alien, *filling* feeling of having the Falcon's dildo-like dick sheathed in his backside was, all at once, shocking, pleasurable and too big for his rear passage. Almost immediately Yang felt a bloom of wet warmth spread into his backside as the avian wrestler hilted him, leaking a constant stream of lubricating juices into his ass-

-"Mmm... should have fucked you both!" The Falcon said, squeezing Yang between his claws and talons as he prepared to mount him again. He savored the tightness of the asian wrestler's body, grinding deeper. Every one of the stiff spandex tailfeathers decorating his rump was flared up above his backside in a proud mating display, while the cascade of water off his well-defined spandex muscles only added to the avian wrestler's imposing presence...

Yang let out a small moan despite himself as he felt that thick latex cock bury itself deep inside him, The Falcon pressing and kneading his muscles causing his entire body to both relax and suffuse itself in the pleasurable sensation. In all his life he had never thought that he would ever have laid with a male, especially a strange, spandex covered bird creature. Now he wondered why he had been so hesitant in the first place. The Falcon made him feel so good, that thick, rubbery appendage sliding so easily in and out of him as his hips began to push back to get even more of it inside him and get more of that delicious feeling out of it.

As Yin watched he felt a pang of jealousy that The Falcon had given his brother such attention, the thick liquid spandex that had continued to spread on his face wrinkling as he frowned. "How is it you always get the best of our deals?" He asked, though his voice was slightly garbled as he got used to his new beak. The liquid material had coated his head to the point where it looked like he had a mask much like the Falcon's, except that it was the shape of a raven, a black feather texture appearing on his cheeks and neck. As it had covered his eyes and ears he feared that he wouldn't be able to see nor hear their new mentor claiming his second protégé, but when the spandex cleared he found himself able to see better than ever as his skull seemed to melt and reform in order to fit his new face. His hands had gone down to his cock as the spandex claimed his head and soon entire body for the Falcon, his hands darting down to his rock-hard, slightly altered cock and stroking it in time with the Falcon's thrusts as he imagined himself in his brother's place.

Yang watched his brother's mask engulf his face with a curious sense of tingling anticipation. As black feathers began to spread down Yin's face and the rest of his new costume grew in, Yang pushed his backside against The Falcon's building thrusts, eager for his own changes. He trembled and breathed heavily, unable to respond to Yin's question as he felt the bird taking his ass drive him towards a strange but incredibly powerful orgasm. It felt like Falcon's hard, throbbing and yet totally inhuman cock was completely dominating him, making him feel more pleasure than was natural or even really possible. It kept him from doing more than moan as he felt his untouched member twitch hard against the wet tiles underneath his body and give up all of his seed in a series of powerful spurts...

"Eager birdie..." Falcon said to him, twisting his beak around so he could bite one of Yang's ears. He kept thrusting until Yang was convulsing in dry orgasms, and the clenching of the male wrestler's ass around his latex phallus was too sweet to resist. Falcon's screech echoed through the shower room as he claimed the second of the twins, dampened only by the steamy air. He thrust deep into Yang and hilted himself, cumming a massive load of latex seed deep into his prey. Immediately, his hot rubber and avian sex musk flooded the showers again, soaking deep into Yang as he pumped more slick seed up his rear.

Yang wasn't sure which had been more satisfying as his own body's climax began to taper, feeling the muscular, dominant male's cock shoot into him. As The Falcon continued to fill him he could feel his stomach bulge slightly from the sheer amount of the strange seed pumped into him, though it didn't stay there long. Even as he laid there Yang could feel the liquid flow up through his body, as well as over the skin of his ass, groin and stomach smoothing out and becoming drained of color as the liquid spandex moved inside. In his lust fog he only just barely registered what was happening, his stomach gurgling as The Falcon's seed moved up and claimed more of him.

At the same time Yin was fascinated as he watched his brother change, the process much faster than his own as he saw the asian man's body ripple and expand. Where the black spandex had just gotten past his pectorals, which swelled slightly as they were covered with artificial feathers, he could see Yang's changes spread throughout his entire midsection and up his body. The pinned male's back arched up slightly, pushing The Falcon's cock even deeper in him as a plume of tailfeathers began to grow out, the bits of white latex that managed to leak out spreading over his firm butt.

Yang let out a small cry as he felt the latex inside him continue to push upwards, unrelenting in its climb as his chest broadened. White spandex had begun to seep out of his pores and coat his body as the noises he made turned into a loud gurgling noise as his throat bulged out. A torrent of thick, white goop pushed out of his mouth and nose, his face expanding outwards with it as he found it covered with the stuff. When he was able to cry out once more it was a sound similar to the Falcon's a sharp caw of pleasure as the head became that of a white raven nearly identical to his brother's.

Feeling a surge of pleasure rocket through his cock, Yang cawed again, grinding himself against the shower floor. A burst of solid white cum leaked from his throbbing phallus, sticking against the tiles like gum before flowing backwards over his shaft and encasing the head in a snug coating of latex. Yang kept grinding against the ground as more of his mutated seed spurted from his member out into the latex covering it, washing down the length of his rod and forming a thicker, tighter cocoon for his changing cock.

"R-rawk!" Yin cawed, shuddering and bucking his hips into the air as a similar looking spurt of solid black seed shot from the tip of his throbbing bird-dick, some of the excess semen leaking down over his rod and wrapping it in black rubber. The ebony raven was grasping his tailfeathers with one hand and stroking himself off with the other, while more shaggy, spandex feathers sprouted down his legs.

"Feel the power yet?" The Falcon asked, wrapping a muscular arm around Yang's beak and pulling his head up and to the side. Surprisingly, Yang found he could easily twist his head to look behind him, at the other bird's bright yellow beak and blue facefeathers. "Mmm... we're going to need to find Warbird before the night is over. I think the Birds of Prey are back in action..."

"With some fresh blood, imbued with the wonderful gift you have given us." Yang said as he wrapped his arm around The Falcon's neck with surprising flexibility and flexed his new muscles for The Falcon's approval. At the same time Yin moved over to the two, not wanting to be left out as he turned and rubbed his back and feathery hindquarters against The Falcon as the black spandex covered his toes and erased the last of his humanity before his talons began to sprout. "But first, I think we are both eager for a rematch."

The Falcon felt his latex hardness throb; within second he had his claws on both Yin and Yang's tailfeathers, "Oh, don't worry. We'll make time to spar together and train like a proper flock..."