El Feroz. A decade ago you would have heard his name all throughout the wide world of wrestling. The young hot-shot with a burning passion and even hotter burning strength. Now? Barely anyone remembers him, just a blip on an ever changing scene. No one knows why he left, not many nowadays even care. Yet despite that, his legacy lives on with others, his flames burn in many a new wrestler that enters the ring. There’s even rumours El Fuerte was inspired by the Feroz of old. The fire burning inside a new young man, despite Fuerte denying such allegations.

The radio continued the little fluff piece, echoing throughout the locker room, all the while Hugo paid little attention to its crap. Had his team not been listening to it, the Incineroar would have thrown a boot at it or something.

El Feroz, no one needed to hear that name anymore, not even the owner of the name cared about that man anymore. This shit was pointless…

“Did you hear the rumour about the coach?” One member of the college’s wrestling team speculated with another.

“That he was El Feroz? Dunno man, feels like bull to me…”

Wait hang on-

“I mean, I can kinda see it, but Feroz was muscular, dude was ripped. Coach is well… he’s you know-”

It took all of his willpower not to dart his head and show he could hear them. Like Hugo might of put on some weight, but 10 years doesn’t change a person that much right?!


“And that hair! Feroz’s hair was lucious! Went down to his neck. Yeah Hugo’s hair kinda looks like Feroz’s but shorter, almost like he’s goin’ bald or something-”

Listen, that hair was a bitch to manage.

“Maybe he’s Feroz’s uncle or something, we should ask him sometime. Get the goss.”

Feroz’s uncle?! He was only 34!

Okay maybe he cared a little bit. Just a tiny, grain-sized bit. He became a coach to train the next generation, but here they are thinking he’s some kinda deadbeat. They didn’t need to know he used to be Feroz, he wouldn’t be able to handle the attention anymore. But at least they could respect him a little more.

Granted there were reasons to not respect him. Namely all the antics he was roped into, but this was ridiculous.

The Incineroar let out a growl before storming into the shower rooms. All this grumbling was making him work up a sweat.

“Dude you think he heard us?”

“Nah, old man’s probably getting hard of hearing…”

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Listen, do you know what's hot? Incineroar. Do you know what's better? Retired DILF Incineroar.

So meet Hugo, a self-indulgent OC that's just that. Been experimenting a lot lately and Hugo's the next victim in these experiments. Unfortunately for him, that's going to be the least of his worries.

Well enjoy, and be sure to get ready to see a lot more of this old man.

Done by the ever so lovely Haxsmack

Highly recommend his work and he could always use the commissions!