Nox's POV:
"I hope the playboy's forgotten this face or I might get in trouble!" I muttered under my breath as I saw the man in question throw his poor mistress through a wall.
It would really be inconvenient for me if he revealed my true identity and I was disqualified for using a fake name. How will I ever get home to my home planet without the prize money to fuel my rocket.
"Well, whatever! Cock-a-doodle-doo, I choose you!" I said, calling Bluey by his stage name as I hurled my energy cock into the ring.
As Bluey doesn't have a physical form, he can stretch and twist himself into whatever form he wants. In order to get into the spirit of the game, we spent all of yesterday moving around in the shape of roosters. That's right I said 'we'.
Not knowing how flesh and blood creatures moved, Bluey seemed to have trouble figuring out how chickens move their legs and constantly twisted and stretched his energy bird feet in every direction as if they were made of rubber. So, I had to show him the ropes the only way I knew how. By turning into a chicken and leading by example.
Due to me basically being a magical shapeshifter thanks to my specific set of skills and knowledge, I have mastered the art of disguise to a point where I can transform into practically any living thing. I didn't want to let this shapeshifting cat out of the bag though, so I had to make sure those two geezers weren't spying on us during our practice sessions. I had to spend every day repairing my anti-scrying enchantments while filling in the peepholes they drilled so they could stroke their brain-boners to the sight of my energy chicken taking his first wobbly steps.
*Roar*
Our first opponent in this cockfight was surprisingly an overgrown dark lizard. It seems someone hadn't gotten the memo and entered the wrong kind of animal in this battle of the birds. The merciless audience began laughing at his mistake. Poor guy must feel humiliated, and what's worse, the judges are just going to let this rule violation slide on account of how funny they find this joke.
"BEGIN!" The referee announced.
*Swoosh*
The black dragon began by swiping its tail at Bluey, only to get a chicken-shaped hole burned through its butt-appendage as my little boy is made from the finest energy around.
*ROAR*
Realizing its tail whip had no effect, it charged up its breath attack, showing the whole world its poor dental hygiene as it spewed out a black fog-like substance.
"You know what to do!" I said as I gave my little feathery friend a thumbs up.
Bluey then opened his beak and sucked in the stinky lizard breath before turning around, lifted his butt into the air and farted it right back into the overgrown lizard's open mouth.
*Thud*
After a mouthful of chicken farts, the dragon collapsed from a stomachache. Making us the winners as the old bag of scales was unable to continue.
"A-AND THE WINNER IS! JOHN DOE, WITH HIS TAMED BEAST, COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!"
It would seem that my baby rooster is a quick learner just like his old transforming man/woman as I watched him show off the moonwalk, I taught him after he defeated his foe. Unfortunately, this wasn't the end as there were four more opponents to go before we won the championship.
The best tamers from all the lands of this continent come to show off their pets in this dick-measuring contest to see whose rooster is the very best like no one ever was. Which is why we have about ten or so minutes to prepare until we face our next opponent, but I doubt anything less than a mythical beast would be able to threaten the likes of Cock-a-doodle-doo.
With my mind at ease, I entered my private locker-room, courtesy of being sponsored by the western branch of the tamer's guild.
"You have a talent for finding the strangest of things my, little Noxy!"
Crap! The playboy is here.
He had waited to ambush me from inside the locker-room, and was currently trapping me in his bearhug. I would like to escape, but the douche had created a me-shaped barrier around my body to stop me from turning into goop like last time.
"This is a restricted area for participants only! Get out!" I said, before smacking him with the rulebook I had hidden up my sleeve.
"You don't have to be so cold!" He said, putting his forehead against mine.
*Swoosh*
"Ouch!"
I used my spirit magic to poke his eyes with the water from my mask. It caused him to lose focus, creating a weak spot in his barrier which I could use to escape. I swiftly began turning into goop when suddenly.
*Slurp*
Before I even fully finished turning my body to jelly, Bluey, being the good boy he was, decided to slurp up that pesky barrier and burp the energy right back in the playboy's face.
"Good boy! Now be an even better boy and throw this stalker out!" I said, after giving Bluey a dog treat.
"As if this little-!"
*Swoosh*
Before the playboy could even finish his arrogant words, Bluey changed shape into the other form he had been practicing. He now looked like a burley wrestler wearing nothing but a mask and underwear as he went in for a full body chokehold.
"Ugh! What is this thing?" The playboy asked, as he was struggling to pull the semi-solid mass of energy that was Bluey, off his body.
Normally, just touching Bluey could give some major burns, but for some reason it seems the playboy is mostly unaffected by this as the only thing getting burned was his clothes.
"Ugh! No! Let go of me, you insolent pervert!" The playboy said, as he struggled to pry Bluey's arms and legs off of him while they floated towards the open window.
Bluey, being a living mass of energy from another dimension can't really touch anything without burning a hole through it. That goes for the ground as well. Fortunately, he doesn't really need to touch anything to move, or I would have gotten an earful from the janitors. He makes it look like he is walking while in reality he is just floating a couple of inches off the floor to make it look that way. Apparently, he thinks it's fun to see how many people notice he isn't normal.
This ability to levitate is how he is moving the playboy despite his legs being wrapped around the guy's waist while he chokes him out.
"WAIT! NO! I CAN EXPLAIN!" He pleaded, as he grabbed on to the window's edges to stop himself from going outside.
"Explain what?" I asked.
It's pretty obvious he got in through the window.
"SHE IS JUST A FRIEND! I DON'T HAVE ANY FEELINGS FOR HEEEAAAAAHHH!"
*BOOM*
Bluey managed to pull him out along with the edges of the window frame, before flipping the playboy around for a piledrive. We were on the second floor, so it probably didn't even scratch him, but it was still fun to see his face get planted into the ground below. Soon after, Bluey changed back into his normal form and slithered his way back up through the window.
"Good boy! Now, let's hope his girlfriend doesn't feel too let down about being dumped!" I said as I patted the little energy snake on the head.
*Knock**knock**knock*
"Contestant John Doe! Your next match is about to start! Please head towards the arena!" A tournament official said through the door to my locker-room.
"Okey dokey! Let's go!" I said to my little shapeshifting wrestler, as we made our way towards the arena.