We've found our Jock

Matt was 28 years old; and playing his best rugby. Coupled with the physically demanding job of bricklaying, alongside his strength and conditioning regime; he was in tip top shape for a flanker; standing 6ft2 and 200lb. He was never short of choice for company; an affable guy popular with his team mates and the ladies even more so. He boasted brown hair which glowed in the sun and matched his moderate but pale celtic skin tone. He could fill out any t-shirt well, with his pumped biceps; mounded pecs and had a smooth six pack without looking too vascular. He stacked up equally well downstairs too; with powerful quads, an above average dick with two well sized balls between them.

Having celebrated a win over the rival town; Matt set off walking home from the club house after a few more beers than he should have. It was the result of a few too many beers which seen him fail on his conquest of one of the women present that evening. He was halfway there when he noticed a star formation moving; satellites he thought, and walked on. He was minutes from his apartment when four pillars of light descended around him; he looked up to see a blinding light; hearing a loud noise he tried to leg it, but the pillars formed a forcefield around him; he felt an electric shock and passed out.