One Step Beyond - The Final

[For full context, you should read One Step Beyond and One Step Beyond - Redux.]

 

One Step Beyond – The Final

By

The Mangler

The bar was overflowing with guys wanting to see the main event in the wrestling match.  In fact, the crowd overflowed into the next room, so the owners set up cameras to broadcast the action onto the screens there.  Since this was a gay bar, the crowd was mostly men.  It was a mixed group consisting of men in leather outfits, men in wrestling attire, men in jeans, and men in next to nothing.   The backstory to tonight’s match was slightly complicated.

Rob and Ron (fighting as R&R) had won the tag team championship of the mostly gay league, which conducted its matches in a series of gay bars and taverns. R&R were straight, and as such, they never got into any post-match shenanigans. However, the crowds loved coming to ogle them, as they were both big guys with well-developed muscles, especially their pecs. Their trunks hinted at impressive packages, which were later confirmed to be true.

The Fight for Slutiness John vs Wrestledaddy

 

The Campground 2: Day 6

The Fight for Slutiness:

John vs. Wrestledaddy

By The Mangler

John, aka Slutboy, dressed like a fraternity brother, trailed Wrestledaddy.  Watching his actions, it was hard to believe that John was one of the richest and most powerful venture capitalists in the world.  But at The Campground’s Leather week (held once a year), his inner slut takes over and comes out to play.  During that week, there are almost no limits, and he is constantly involved in one sexual activity or another.  It is doubtful that he even sleeps during the week.  Having lost a match to Wrestledaddy earlier in the week, Slutboy had to give up his slutiness and become John.  He had a chastity device locked on and was forbidden from engaging in any sexual activities, which was killing him.

“Come on, man, have a heart. I’m here, and it's leather week, which I look forward to every year, and I am a damned chaste preppy. I should be THE freaking slut this week. Just let me go crazy, man, PLEASE.”

“Goddamn it, you have been harassing me since you lost your fucking match. You know why you are where you are, and you deserve it.”

“I know, I know, but come on, man. Be the bigger person, let me out of this chastity cage and let the real inner me, John, come out.”

“Fine.”

The Rematch: Sam/Eric vs Bill/Joel

 

The Rematch

Sam/Eric vs Bill/Joel

A Father/Son Misadventure

By

The Mangler

Sam was a seasoned wrestler and had been training his son, Eric, to compete in professional wrestling matches.  Sam, who stood at 5’11” and weighed 208 pounds, had been in the business for years and was very successful.  He had always wrestled as a “face” or good guy.  His son was also 5’11” but weighed slightly less at 200 pounds. However, his muscular development was much more evident than his father's, as you could practically see every striation, especially in his abs. Sam was also nicknamed the “Energizer Bunny” because he just kept going.

For Eric's professional debut, he teamed up with his father against the heel tag team of Bill/Joel.  Bill and Joel were just beginning to make a name for themselves, and though labeled a “heel” team, they were neither notorious nor over-the-top about it.  That is, until the match with Sam and Eric.  They had isolated Eric using every legal and illegal advantage they could, and proceeded to try to destroy his muscles, especially his abs.  They had succeeded, and Eric had pleaded for them to stop abusing his abs.  Before they had agreed to stop the match, they had even used Sam to provide more abuse to Eric’s abs.

Eric was in rough shape both physically and mentally, but his father and his trainer, Aaron, managed to bring him back to his usual self.  While he had learned a hard lesson about pro wrestling, he had survived it, if only barely.  He soon returned to training matches and a few tag matches, but Sam was careful to make sure their opponents were less experienced. He needed to rebuild Eric’s confidence.

Needless to say, Sam was furious with Bill and Joel’s abuse of his son's body and his mind, but was also highly pissed that they had managed to use him to further the abuse of Eric.  He knew that a reckoning was coming; he just needed to make sure Eric was ready for it.  But he continued to seethe.

Cage Match

 

Team Bear vs Team Hunter

A 3 vs 3 Cage Match

By

Mangler

Announcer Miller:  -- Hello, boys and girls.  Welcome to our main event.  My name is Alex Miller, and I will be your announcer for this match.  Assisting me is none other than Wrestlebard. As many of you know, he is a blogger, and he used to be the manager for John Hunter until his manager’s license was revoked by the league.  Since then, he has been working as a cameraman for wrestling shows, and tonight he is going to try being an UNBIASED color commentator. 

Wrestlebard:   Yeah, I was a manager until John Bear cheated and got me dismissed. Now struggling to find another way to make a living.

Miller: Well, so much for unbiased.  But I think you mean Bear overcame cheating to win the match and enforce a stipulation.

Wrestlebard:   pfffft

Miller: The tension had been building for tonight’s epic confrontation. The animosity between Hunter and Bear has been boiling and intensifying for months, leading up to tonight’s match to settle a feud.  A 3 vs 3 cage battle between Team Hunter and Team Bear.

Trevor vs The Mauler

 

Trevor vs The Mauler

By

The Mangler 

Vandal, The Punksters’ manager, was walking back toward the dressing room after conducting some business with the league's general manager. He stood 5’6” tall and weighed around 150 pounds.  He was dressed in black skaterboy wear.   As he passed one of the security checkpoints at the entrance, he stopped when an audience member walked through the turnstile and headed toward his seat.  What he saw was a 6’1”, 190-pound walking sex machine.  He oozed confidence and sexiness from his every pore. He was wearing a tank top with the Punskters pictured on the back, along with a pair of tight blue jeans, which highlighted his ass to its best advantage.  He had dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, and a silver goatee, all on a handsome face.  He had well-defined 45” Pecs, a narrow, 33” waist, gorgeous biceps, and quads.  His chest and abs were hairless.

Vandal altered his course and “accidentally” ran into the man.

Tag Team Implosion

 

Tag Team Implosion

By

Mangler

 

After a night of awesome wrestling, the crowd was hyped up for the next.  It was a tag team championship battle with the recently crowned champs taking on a smaller, less experienced team.  The champs had defeated the former champions only two weeks ago in an epic battle with a surprise ending.  Steel Vortex, a recently formed tag team composed of Myles and Wesly, was not expected to defeat the older, more experienced heels.  However, they had managed to pull it off to a thunderous ovation from the crowd, as they were one of the local favorites. 

Taking the mic after the win, Myles had proclaimed, “Henceforth, we shall be known as The Reign, as we shall be Champs for a very long time.”  He and Wesley had decided to change their name if they won, and they had.  Thus, The Reign was born.

The Old Man

 

The Old Man

By

The Mangler

The fans cheered and chanted “next match, next match” as the ref entered the ring. They were excited because Darwin, one of the upcoming faces in the Australian Wrestling Federation, was making his USA debut tonight. Darwin was muscular, handsome, and sexy as hell.  Both the men and women fans down under appreciated any match that he was in.  The crowd didn't know who his opponent would be, but they didn’t really care. Rumor had it that his opponent was going to be someone that he could show off with. Everyone was excited to see this hot young Aussie take out the competition.

The loud and sexy Australian accent could be heard through the locker room door.  “Oh, my god!  How fucking embarrassing.  Silas.  Silas. I’m scheduled to wrestle a fucking old man named Silas..  He just turned 65 fucking years old. He is a goddamned wrinkled prune.  This will not be a wrestling match; it will be a slaughter.  What the hell were they thinking?  This is not an appropriate opponent for me.  My debut is going to be a fucking joke!!” Darwin whined.

A Brothers Revenge

 A Brother’s Revenge

Marshall  vs Theo 

A Lumberjack Match

By

The Mangler

Marshall’s revenge tour was still not complete. While he had managed to defeat Ash (see Gauntlet I) and Byron (see Gauntlet II), he failed miserably to exact any retribution from The Executioner.  In fact, The Executioner had beaten him decisively in the ring and arranged further outrage post-match. (see Gauntlet III, and Marshall/Cumface vs B&B).

Marshall was determined to right that wrong, but first he had another wrong to right – his brother Theo.  Theo had manipulated Marshall into forming a tag team, and they had spent months training, perfecting their teamwork, and resolving their personal differences. But Theo had been actively conspiring to set Marshall up for the beating of his life and the horrible 6 months that followed.  Marshall was determined to get retribution.

Theo, however, wasn’t exactly stupid.  He had already been beaten and humiliated by his brother in the ring once and wasn’t going to let that happen again. (see Theo's Debut)  As such, Theo had refused every offer of a match until Marshall had agreed to a lumberjack match.  Marshall knew how these things could go, so he made sure that he had loyal lumberjacks.  In reality, Theo’s lumberjacks owed no loyalty to him, but instead owed that allegiance to The Executioner.  But in this case, the enemy of my enemy worked for Theo.

Campground 2: Day 6 Pete vs Stuart

 

The Campground 2: Day 6

Pete vs Stuart

By

The Mangler

There was a lot of animosity between the next two contestants. It started on day 2 when Pete was running his mouth and ended up with his balls in Stuart’s hands—and not gently. The animosity morphed into hatred when Pete attempted to help out his fellow skin Angel during a match yesterday, but Stu interfered and took Pete out of the action. Needless to say, Pete was livid and out for blood.

This match wasn’t as well attended as some others because it had to be squeezed in early in the morning before other matches.  It was a match between two smaller duds. Stuart, or Stu as he was sometimes called, admitted to being a twink and was proud of it.  Stuart was 5’7” tall and weighed 110 pounds.  Although he was skinny, he worked out and was strong. Stuart was most well known as one of the duo of twinks who had some mysterious hold over Brice, a muscular dude who now sported a twink flag tattoo on his ass and was his backup along with Chuck and Chad.

Pete was a member of the skinhead contingent and was also a smaller specimen.  However, if you called him a twink you were most likely to have your ass kicked, regardless of your size.  He stood 5’6” tall and weighed 110 pounds.  Like Stu, although small, he was strong and, more importantly, devious.  The skinheads, including Ace and Angel, backed him up.

Disastrous Debut

 

Disastrous Debut

By

The Mangler

Trevor bounced around the ring with excitement. Tonight was his and Barron’s official debut as a tag team. Trevor had been competing in singles matches for about three years and quickly became a fan favorite, achieving great success and climbing the ranks. Barron had joined the league roughly a year ago and was rapidly accepted by the fans as well. They started watching each other’s backs and helping out when needed. After teaming up a few times, they decided to compete officially as a duo. They've been practicing together for about six weeks and are now ready to make their debut.

They couldn’t have asked for a better team to start against, as they were new to the league and wrestling in general; their reputation was that of a young, inexperienced team with heart. They called themselves The Punksters and consisted of Rebel and Sk8ter. The Punksters matched their name and age. Their faces had that rough teenage look, and neither could be considered particularly handsome. They weren’t unattractive, but plain and still showing signs of acne. They stood at 5’6” and 5’7” tall, respectively, and both weighed between 140 and 150 pounds. They had a manager named Vandal, who was about the same size. The Punksters wore black singlets and sleeveless gloves. The manager dressed in all black, resembling a goth.

In contrast, Barron and Trevor looked almost the complete opposite. Barron’s physique came from working out at Muscle Beach in Venice, California, giving him the classic beach boy vibe—standing 6’2” and weighing 230 pounds. Barron was good-looking, with a deep tan and medium-long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Meanwhile, Trevor stood at 6’3” and weighed in at 235 pounds of very muscular, sharply defined muscle. He had planned his bulk and cut so that, on this night, his muscles were proudly on display. You could almost see every muscle fiber, and Trevor was also very handsome with short black hair and movie-star good looks. His upper chest was lightly covered with hair, which tapered into a trail running down into his trunks. He refused to trim his body hair, feeling it made him look more masculine.

The referee for tonight was moderately experienced, and Trevor felt that should be more than enough for this match.