Mangler's Wrestling Stories

A series of stories written by myself (Mangler) and other authors. Most of these are reposts from my previous webpage, but there are some new stories as well. To easily navigate by author, simply click on the links below.

Comments on the stories are always appreciated.

Monday, May 24, 2021

Start the Count: The Manglerized Edition

 

[As promised, here is the Manglerized version of this story.  I have made some additions and edits to the original story, which can be read here (  ).  One of the changes I made were to the character names.  This was NOT an attempt to try and pass the story off as one of mine, but was done as the original names conflicted with characters in my other stories, and I did not want to confuse anyone.]


Start the Count

By

Unknown

(with additions by the Mangler)

It was an unusual contest to say the least. The venue was packed with an audience that was mystified by the fact that the entrance the wrestlers would take into the arena was protected by a fully enclosed cage.  Along the length of this enclosed cage were six individual cages with doors that opened into a central aisle.  The cages were spaced enough about 4 feet apart, 3 on each side.  The audience would be watching the match from behind a floor to ceiling glass screen. The reasons why would become apparent.

Monday, May 17, 2021

B&B versus The Masked Marauders

 

B&B versus The Masked Marauders

By

The Mangler

The commissioner of the Redneck Arena was sitting in his office doing his least favorite thing – going over the financial stuff.  Personally, he didn’t care about that.  As long as he could put on matches and manipulate the wrestlers, he was happy.  The investors, however, were always looking for profits, so, even though the Arena was profitable, he had come up with a couple of ideas about how to make more profit but wasn’t sure if he could pull it off.

He had told his assistant Harry (“who the hell named their kid Harry”) that he wasn’t to be bothered until his meeting after lunch.  His quite was shattered when he heard a big bang in the outer office followed by a loud voice screaming, “I don’t fucking care what anyone told you.  We are here and we don’t fucking wait for anyone or anything.  So, tell that dickwad you work for that we are here.”

Monday, May 10, 2021

Start the Count

 [This is something a little different for me.  I have debated back and forth over whether or not to post this, but I have decided to proceed.  The issue for me is that t his is NOT a story I wrote, and is NOT a story one of my other writers wrote.  It is a story that I found on the internet many years ago and found to be hot as hell. It is one of my favorite wrestling stories.  I do not know who the author is so I can't credit him.  While I loved the story, I also "added" something to it when I read it.  I recently have "Manglerized" the story -- i.e. I have edited it to include those additions that I made in my mind.   Today I am publishing the original story as written.  In two weeks, I will publish my "Manglerized" version.  I have always hated it when someone has taken one of my stories and claimed credit for it --either as written of by "editing" it by changing the names of the characters.  I have never objected if someone republished it and gave me credit.  So I find this a little in the "gray" area.  I don't know the author but LOVE the story.  So I am going to publish the original and then the edited version.  Let me know what you think.  ps.  I didn't know that WWE have a match setup similar to this until just recently.  Haven't regularly watched them in years.]


Start the Count

By

Unknown

It was an unusual contest to say the least. The venue was packed with the audience somewhat mystified by the fact that the entrance the wrestlers would take into the arena was protected by a fully enclosed cage and they were going to be watching the match from behind a floor to ceiling glass screen. The reasons why would become apparent.

Monday, May 3, 2021

The Campground: Samson vs Butch

 

The Campground:

Samson vs Butch

By

The Mangler

 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Samson screamed.

“You are my problem, jackass,” Butch replied.

The two were standing nose to nose in the middle of the Campground wrestling area.  They were surrounded by a large collection of men in various stages of undress, men in leather from a simple cockring all the way up to full leather coverage, men in rubber suits, skinheads in their kits, men in preppy clothes, and men in nothing.  There were also several members of the Demons, a local motorcycle club which Butch belonged to.

Monday, April 26, 2021

The New Job

 

The New Job
By
Gym Dude


I’ve always been a believer that Life Is Good!  Growing up, I worked hard in school and at sports.  I was never the best student but I was OK.  I wrestled in high school but didn’t win a lot.  At state college I made the football team but mostly played ‘bench’.

I was lucky to get a decent job right out of school and learned enough to start my own business.  It was hard work but eventually I started earning a fairly decent living.  My company required a lot of time and attention so outdoor activities, sports, the gym all began to fall by the wayside.  I have to admit that my weight began to climb, finally hitting around 190 which is a bit much on a 5’10 frame.  It’s embarrassing that my 36” belt is getting too tight.  I can’t even bear to look at that lean 167 pound frame in my high school yearbook wrestling picture.  I could even see decent abs then, but I guess that’s what happens when you see a birthday cake with 37 candles on it.  It’s shocking.

Monday, April 19, 2021

The Campground Matches: Spike and the Patriot vs Wrestledaddy

 

The Campground Matches:

Spike and The Patriot vs Wrestledaddy

By

The Mangler

The crowd was waiting for the next match.  In many arenas, they would be restless awaiting the next combatants.  But as they were at The Campground for leather and fetish week, they found ways to distract themselves.  Mainly other audience members.

Finally, a loud squeal came out of the speakers.  “Sorry guys.  Now for our next match, which is a handicapped match, let’s give a big welcome to the schmuck who agreed to ref this, the Choirboy.”  Choirboy walked out of the tent leading a heavily bound Kyle.  This was his standard uniform at the Campground.  He led Kyle to a group of friends, handed off the leash, smacked him on the ass, and went down to the ring wearing the ref striped leather vest.  He was also wearing a bright red jockstrap, pair of leather chaps and black wrestling boots.  The crowd was cheering as they knew that when reffing at the campground, he could be a good ref, an indifferent ref, or a bad ref.  Depended on what he hoped was going to happen in the ring.  He nodded at Chad, Brice, and a totally naked Dan as he walked by.   While Chad and Brice were sitting in chairs, Dan was kneeling on the grass with his knees spread wide.

Monday, April 12, 2021

Resolving Differences

 

Resolving Differences

By

Gym Dude

I manage a crew of men at a warehouse.  These guys are typically in their late teens or early twenties and strong athletic guys.  Let’s face it, while many of these men are fairly bright, they weren’t hired for their brains.

Jerry has always been one of my best workers.  He is 21 and stands a little over 6 feet tall and weighs around 195.  A standout baseball player in high school, he still trains and maintains a lean, hard and strong body.  We belong to the same gym and I’ve seen him lift so I know the kid is uncommonly strong.  I’ve seen him outside catching some rays during a break and couldn’t help but notice that this kid’s body is nicely ripped.  No matter how hard we’re working I never see him look tired.  The guy is even tempered and always quick with a joke.  He is one of the most liked and most respected of my crew.  Which is why I was so amazed when I overheard him say he was going to get into it with one of my new hires.