Mangler's Wrestling Stories
Pool Boy
By
Gym Dude
I have to admit that I love to drive, but the commute
into town each day finally got me down, not that I would call the commute
'driving', it’s more like intermittent parking. Anyhow, I finally gave up and
started searching for a house in the city. After a few rounds of sticker-shock
one of the guys at work suggested a condo. I'm not big on having neighbors
right on top of me, but what the hell. Why not look?
My Education
by Gym
Dude
My name if Matt, and I’ve been in the Army now for about
four months. Basic training was a breeze, but it did give me time to get
accustomed to how the Army does things. My company is now in our fourth week of
advanced training at Ft. Benning, GA and I love it. I just thank God that I was
in shape before I started, there’s a lot of these guys who are really dragging
ass by the end of the day.
{With
apologies to Clement Clarke Moore and fans of Christmas Carols.}
Redneck Arena
Christmas
Chad vs Brice
By
The Mangler
The lights in the Redneck Arena went dark. The announcer’s voice came over the
loudspeaker. “And now the ref for our
next bout, none other than our very own, sweet, innocent, and popular
Chhhooiirrboyyyy,” the voice boomed in the dark.
Gang Warfare II
By
Gym Dude
I have to admit, as I work my way through the
soreness, I have a pretty good feeling about my performance during the
confrontation with R.J. and his 'gang'. I work my body hard and my 223 pounds
of beef shows it, but that night clearly demonstrated these big muscles are not
just for show! Every time I think about it, I feel like Superman!
Gang Warfare
by Gym
Dude
Every gym seems to be comprised of the same type of people.
Most of the members stop by periodically, work through the machines for a while
then head home so they can casually drop into conversations that they “work out
at the gym”. It makes them feel good and they stay out of our way, so that’s
cool with me, especially since they help pay the bills and keep the price down
for those of us who really need this place.
Brian verses AJ
By
Gym Dude
We’re at the gym where Brian is making one of his infrequent visits. He
is a fairly big boy and makes no secret that he is an NHB fighter. He
gets a charge out of throwing his weight around in an effort to impress the smaller
guys. Today he’s leaning on a machine while a ‘buddy’ is trying to get in
some reps. Brian is content to work out his jaw doing what he can to pass
himself off as a rough tough fighter. Brian shares a few stories about
how he worked some guy over in the ring and how the guy never really had a
chance against Brian’s superior skill and strength.
Chuck’s Wresting
Weekend: Part 1
by
Lifeguard
Although I had been nursing my bumps and bruises all week, I was eager to get
back into the ring to reclaim my pride after the humiliation I suffered in my
last match at the hands of Chuck. I was about to ask my wrestling
buddies if Chuck would become a regular member of our wrestling group when Bob
called letting me know that Chuck had invited us to a weekend wrestling get
together at his place. Bob gave me directions and said he wasn’t going to
be able to make it there.
Seasonal
And to all a
Good Night!
by
Gym Dude
It's December
and that means parties. Now I'm a social kind of guy and I enjoy parties as
much as the next guy, but this time of year gets kind of crazy. There are parties you really look forward to
then there are those you feel obligated to attend.
I have a friend, well, let's say a client of mine who
invited me to her holiday party last week. She is a business owner and has
become a pretty important account of mine. It's an interesting relationship,
most of the time she is very professional, but on occasion I think she is
coming on to me. Things are fine if we are in her office or mine, but in a
social setting she always finds a way to squeeze my arm or rub my chest or abs
and make this "OOOOOhhhh" sound.
She comments on my muscles and how strong I must be, but it never goes
any further than that. She is no school girl, but an adult lady in her
mid-thirties and I'm only 22. I do work out every day and am proud to carry a
very solid 196 pounds on my nearly six foot frame. Compared to the rest of the
lifters in my gym, I would say I look pretty hot and Carol seems to appreciate
a man who is put together right. Anyway, I appreciate her business, so when she
invited me to her party I pretty much had to be there.
The Country
Fireman
by
Muscle Punishment
The
country fair was held every year in August as a fundraiser for the fire
department in the small town of Spring River, a rural community in an idyllic
setting known for the beauty its river valley, friendly people and lack of
crime. One of the big draws of the fair was the barbecue which attracted
families from surrounding counties and even the city because of the delicious
food and small-town feel that harkened back to a simpler time.
WORKOUT IN THE PARK
by Gym Dude
It’s a great day in the park, warm enough to work up a
good sweat, yet cool enough that you really enjoy a good long workout. My
name’s Chad. I’m 22 and a senior at state college. I’ve always been athletic
and love working to stay in shape. It’s a great release for me from the grind
of heavy class work and quite frankly I dig the effect my body has on the
chicks. I stand 6’1” and weigh in with 198 lean and solid pounds.
PUT IN MY PLACE
by
Lifeguard
Introduced
to each other through various wrestler web sites, we had been meeting for
weekly wresting get-togethers for three or so months. Our wrestling group consisted of four
guys, myself, Bob, Frank and Alan, of which I am the youngest and in the
best shape. At 38 years old, 6 foot and 210
pounds, I hit the gym 5 times a week. Although
not a body builder, I am proud of my physique. With big broad shoulders, meaty defined pecs
tapering down to a 36-inch waist my opponents are normally intimidated by my physique.
Alex’s
Beatdown
By
The Mangler
The crowd at the Redneck Arena [see History of the Redneck Arena for more information] was getting anxious. It was time for the match that they had come
to see, Tim versus Alex. They knew that
Tim was looking for blood, but they sorta appreciated that Alex was very savvy
to the ways of the Redneck Arena. They couldn’t wait to see who was going to
come out ahead, although most were rooting for Tim.
The ref had already been announced for the card and the
crowd was very happy that it was Taylor.
Taylor was new to the Redneck Arena, it was only his second match [see
Dan’s Debut] and while the first match had been eye opening, he still wasn’t
used to the levels some of the wrestlers were willing to go.
[WARNING: This is NOT a wrestling story. It is a sex story; a BDSM sex story -- you have been warned. This is the follow up to Dan "The Destroyer" Debuts]
Dan and the Choirboy: The Final 24
Hours
By
The Mangler
As the van pulled up near his apartment, Dan was jostled
awake. He was absolutely exhausted from
his labor and his “rewards” for a “job done okay.”
As the door opened, he heard, “Get slutty cumface up to
the apartment.” He then felt hands
pulling him out of the van and helping him to stand. He was unsteady but upright. He made quite the sight. Wobbling as he stood, cum covering his face
and dripping down his chest, and cum leaking out of his ass. His cock was still rock hard, however, due to
the cockring, and the recent action.
[To the blogger review team: Many of my posts are suddenly saying that they are being placed behind a warning for containing sensitive content. The ENTIRE blog is behind the adult setting with a sensitivity content. Is this a second layer or something?? Most all of my posts would fit this description. Is there something else I should be doing??]
WARNING: This is NOT a wrestling story. It is a sex story; a BDSM sex story -- you have been warned. This is the follow up to Dan "The Destroyer" Debuts]
Dan and the Choirboy: The Next 24
Hours
By
The Mangler
Dan was kneeling in front of Choirboy, naked except for
his cockcage. Several of Dan’s friends
were also present.
“Damn dude. You
got creamed in the wrestling ring and now you look like a fucking slut. Too bad we didn’t know this all along,” Kyle
said while laughing. “What all does he
do?”
[WARNING: This is NOT a wrestling story. It is a sex story; a BDSM sex story -- you have been warned. This is the follow up to Dan "The Destroyer" Debuts]
Dan and the
Choirboy: The first 24
By the Mangler
After leading Dan from the arena, he was deposited in the
Choirboy’s locker room and dropped on the bench. The referee looked on with concern and was a
little reluctant to leave.
“Hey, we are good here.
You can leave,” Choirboy said.
The ref looked a little skeptical but Dan said, “Yeah,
we’re good”.
Sam and Hanna have dated for about two years. Sam is a successful Tampa
contractor and very jealous of any guy that looks at his girlfriend Hanna the
wrong way. Sam does some shady things on the side like gambling at
underground fight clubs. Sam used to box in high school and enjoys the
sport. Hanna doesn’t like Sam’s violent side.
Characters
Since there are so many characters who appear in different stories, I have listed the characters on the characters page and the stories that they are in and what order they are in. They are wrestler’s unless it says referee or extra after the story. Hope this helps you out. This only applies to the Redneck Arena Stories. The stand alone stories usually don’t feature recurring characters, unless it is a part 2.
The characters page is accessed on the author's bar above.
Ben vs The Bear
By
The
Defenseman
They met, at all places, at a local bathhouse. Gary had
already gotten dressed, a sleeveless flannel shirt covering his 48” fur-covered
chest, his tattooed 17” biceps bulging from his sides. As he walked past the TV
room towards the exit, he noticed that they were showing one of his favorite
Can-AM wrestling videos, “Football Wrestling” starring Kyle Bradford and Thor.
It was a hot scene: Kyle had Thor tied spread eagle in the corner, working over
his big nips. Despite having cum twice, he could feel his thick tool stirring
in his jockstrap. Gary heard a low moan and looked over to see a young guy,
maybe 23, watching the movie. Normally, Gary would have just kept walking,
despite the guy’s 6’ well-defined physique and almost obscene sized cock. The
guy barely weighed 170lbs and was smooth all over except for the hair under his
pits and forest of black pubes that surrounded his thick, 8.5” meat.
Retribution
by
Lifeguard
After
losing the Rookie of the Year match, Ray was so incensed that he stormed into
Pedro's office and demanded a match with the intruders that had interfered in
his match with Jim. Pedro, the promoter, brought up the obvious problem of Ray
being out numbered in such a match and although Ray out-weighed both intruders
by at least 40 pounds, Pedro cautioned Ray not to get himself into a situation
he couldn't handle. Pedro further cautioned Ray that the two so called
intruders were not simply spectators; they were new recruits into the
Underground Wrestling Circuit. Their names were K-Dawg and J-Dawg and wrestled
as the tag team "The Dawgs". Ray listened to reason and suggested a
tag team match. Pedro told Ray he could arrange such a match but that he would
have to find a partner himself.
Trick or
Treat
by
Gym Dude
October 2003
While visiting in the west, I am invited to a
Halloween party at the home of a friend of a business acquaintance in Malibu.
My buddy has lined up 'dates' for us and since parking is nearly impossible at
the house, we all meet at my hotel and take a cab.
They had scored costumes in advance so I wouldn't
have to bother. Jane looks just like Cleopatra from the movies, Phillip is
dressed as Mark Anthony while Michelle looks just like Mary Poppins and I am
the chimney sweep. OK. OK, so I didn't pick it out, alright?
The Next Level:
The Defenseman vs. El Macho Gabacho
By: The Defenseman
It was 10AM on a Saturday morning, about two months ago.
The Amtrak sped silently past the beautiful Pacific coastline, but my mind
wasn't on the scenery. It was on the big man, El Macho Gabacho.
I ran across Gabacho's ad on one of those wrestling
personals web pages on the net. Had some good photos of him pounding on some
jobber. He was just my type---big, dark-haired, tanned, thick coat of fur
across his impressive chest. Typical Californian. About six inches taller and
thirty pounds heavier than me. I love taking on bigger guys, using my
relatively small stature and low center of gravity to get inside a big man and
inflict some real damage. My band was planning a West Coast tour in August, so
I figured I might be able to get some time away to go toe-to-toe with Macho. So,
I e-mailed him a challenge and we exchanged the obligatory
"I'll-kick-your-fucking-ass" e-mails. But then plans fell through and
the band decided it would be cheaper to tour the East coast again. So, I sent
Macho the usual
"Sorry-but-ain't-gonna-happen-this-summer--maybe-some-other-time"
e-mail and figured that was that.
Hollywood
Muscleboy Grudge Match
By
California Kid
It is Friday afternoon at the Gold’s Gym in Venice Beach and Evan Marriott is
working out. He gets a call from his agent.
“Sorry
Evan, but you didn’t make it to the auditions for the action adventure movie”
says his agent.
“What
are they looking for? I thought they were looking for a big muscular guy who
had hand to hand combat experience”, Evan asks.
“They
are Evan, but they said they were looking for…well…. they are looking for
someone with a different look. I sorry, but something else will come up.”
The agent says before he ends the call with Evan.
[For those of you new to the site or who need a refresher on the Redneck Arena (the setting for this story) please click A History of the Redneck Arena]
Dan “The Destroyer” Debuts
By
The Mangler
The crowd at the Redneck Arena was all fired up after the
last match which was a tag team beat down.
Surprisingly enough it was the faces that did the beat down. They were tired of being punching bags. After the match, the crowd was doing
intermatch stuff, going to the restroom and chatting with their friends so they
weren’t paying much attention to the ring.
The cleaning staff entered with five people as they cleaned up the mess
from the last match. However, only four
people left the cage. One slid under the
ring. While the fans didn’t really
notice, the commissioner did. He also
realized who slid under the ring and was smiling his most evil grins. He turned to one of the fans who had accompanied
him to the matches.
Dan "The Destroyer" Wang
The Commissioner’s Loss
By
The Mangler
Sitting in the office of the Commissioner of the Redneck
Arena.
He was going hard sell for his pitch.
“Look, you are blowing up the independent circuit. People are coming from all over to see
you. Now is the time to take advantage
of that and sign with The Redneck Arena.
Look at the advantages:
Guaranteed income
Fewer
Matches
Name
Recognition…”
“I have all that now.
Plus, what you’re offering is much less than what I am making now. I get to travel all over the place, meet new
people, kick a lot of ass and dominate. Why
should I give that up for this rinky dink place??”
This was spoken by Daniel (Dan) “The Destroyer” Wang. He stood 6’2” tall and weighs in at 225
pounds. He was tall, tanned and well
built. You could tell that he spent time
in the gym, but his physique showed that he was probably just starting to take
his workouts seriously. Toned but not
cut. He was wearing black wrestling boots, blue square cut trunks. As he sat across form the commissioner he was
smirking, flexing and being arrogant.
Things that the commissioner would normally like, except when things
weren’t going his way.
Trying to maintain his calm he said “Yeah, but at some point,
all that traveling is going to get you down.
How bout this, you lose your match on Monday and you sign up with us…”
Laughing the Destroyer goes “Ain’t going to happen. I haven’t lost a match in over six months and
I doubt you’ve got anybody to change that.
So no, I’m not signing your contract.
I’m just going to come in, give someone a major ass kicking while
looking damn good. Then I’m gonna take
my check and move on to the next sucker.
Been nice talking with you.” With
that Dan got up and sauntered out. As he
crossed the threshold, he through up a middle finger without walking back.
The look on the Commissioner’s face was distraught. His investors weren’t going to like that he
let the Destroyer get away.
He turned and picked up the phone. “Maybe I’ll have better luck after the match,”
he sighed. “Fortunately, that will be
this Monday.”
The Golden
Totem
By
Jobguyil
Buck had never seen an Indian-not a real one in any
case. He'd seen people with Indian blood in them, but never a real live Indian
who lived with his tribe. He knew about the Indian burial ground that lied some
25 miles outside of his Arizona hometown. He'd even gone close to them with
some friends on a camping trip. Every time he went near, though, a shiver would
make its way up his spine. The particular tribe that had made its home in that
area was particularly vicious and had a reputation for being ruthless in
combat, often raping the male captives of war to break their spirit and show
the superiority of the conquering tribe. He had learned in his Arizona history
class that it had taken the white settlers an extremely long time and many
bloody battles to subdue the tribe. Now, all that was left of the once mighty
Indian nation was their burial ground and some scribbling on a cave wall-or so
he had heard.
Wrestling With
Tom - Chapter 1
by
BM68PA
I swallowed
the last of my soda, crushed the can in my fist, and threw it in the
garbage. Across the room, bathed in the
blue glow from my computer monitor, my co-worker Tom sat typing in the last few
lines of a computer code I did not understand.
He never turned his head to look at me, but as the can hit the empty
garbage pail and rattled loudly he shook his head.
The Hidden
Risk of Dating
By
Gym Dude
Like most guys, my time in the gym is pretty
serious. On my light days I might joke
around a little but most of the time I'm rather myopic and notice very little
of what goes on around me. That is, until I saw Shelia. I am not one for the
exercise bike, until I saw her on the stair-stepper. It wouldn't long before I
struck up a conversation.
Membership
Has Its Privileges
By
Gym Dude
Like many people, I enjoy the convenience of working
out at home, but while my Bowflex keeps me toned, there is just no way for it
to replace a real gym. There is just
something about the feel of bench-pressing hundreds of pounds that you can't
get from those "springy" things, so when I got an offer from a new
gym in the neighborhood, I decided to check it out.
SURVIVAL Of
the Fittest I: Introductions
By
Gym Dude
First off,
welcome to my gym. This is where I invest a lot of my time. It's similar to
most 'good' gyms around. We have just enough 'glitz' to keep the 'masses'
interested and yet we have about half the space set aside for serious lifters,
like myself.
[see Frat Wars, Hair versus Hair for the backstory to this match]
Apollo’s
Handicapped Match
A Redneck Arena and Frat Wars Crossover Match
By
The Mangler
Tonight’s main event in the Redneck Arena was the
consequence of a match between two fraternities in the local area. Apollo had tried to skirt the rules of the match
to win. Unfortunately, he had abused
Alex, who was refereeing the match, which he learned, much to his chagrin, was
not something to do, or at least not lightly.
Tonight, he was involved in a handicapped match involving Alex and The
Choirboy. The Choirboy had a reputation
as a heel’s heel and felt most anything was fair game. Alex was more fair-minded, but for tonight,
felt that Apollo needed a lesson.
[To the blogger review team: Many of my posts are suddenly saying that they are being placed behind a warning for containing sensitive content. The ENTIRE blog is behind the adult setting with a sensitivity content. Is this a second layer or something?? Most all of my posts would fit this description. Is there something else I should be doing??]
Rookie of the Year
by
Lifeguard
In the months following Ray's humiliating loss to Hector, his experience in the
Underground Wrestling Circuit had improved dramatically. Since that defeat, he
was on a six-match winning streak. Following his latest victory, Pedro informed
Ray that he would be wrestling in a headline match where the winner would be
declared the Rookie of the Year. Ray asked who his opponent would be. Pedro
told Ray that his opponent was also a new wrestler: He had arrived about three
months ago and since arriving was also on a six match winning streak.
TAG-TEAM CHALLENGE
II
-Handicap -
by
The Buffalo
Bulldog
It’s
been several months since Mike and Dave’s forced tag-team union and both men
have been the tag-team to be reckoned with known as The Devastation Connection.
It’s also been told from the local bar, Bulldog Lil’s in Rochester, that
devastation isn’t the only word for the damage that these two big men have
done.
Mark vs
Scott
(or Scott
gets squashed)
by
Ozchest
Mark and Scott were both experienced wrestlers and
friends. They had not fought each other before so this was to be their first
match.
Ringside Revenge
Jobguyil
FAILURE TO
COMMUNICATE
by Gym
Dude
My name is Mark Phillips, and I work for a company that
develops computer boards. One of my responsibilities involves setting up
manufacturing plants and making sure that when they get up and running everything
is interfacing with the rest of the company. That means travel and while I
enjoy seeing new places and meeting new people, it really messes up my workout
schedule. I don’t mean to sound narcissistic, but staying in shape is really
important to me. It’s hard enough having to deal with restaurant food, but not
getting my regular workouts is just not something I’m willing to put up with.
GYM ADVENTURES IV
You Shoulda Seen It!
Gym Dude
08/21/2020
They call me Jim. I’ve been a member of this gym for years,
even before it became The Body Shop. It
used to be the City Gym until a couple of my buddies bought it but that’s a long story for another time.
Ex-Marine
vs. Young Cub
By
jobguyil
Guys like that really pissed me off. You know the
type. Ex-military, retired, crotchety old bastards that think they are the only
ones who know how to do anything right. They sit around and bark orders,
looking for an excuse to tell a younger guy that they're not doing whatever
they're doing the right way. You tell yourself, if you can show the old fucker
that he's wrong, it would be worth any price. Unfortunately, you rarely ask
yourself exactly what price that might be…
TAG-TEAM
CHALLENGE
by
The Buffalo
Bulldog
It was a warm, and early summer morning when Mike was working on the New
York State I-90, paving stretches of the highway. He enjoyed his job for many reasons
among them was because he loved working outdoors in the hot summer sun, tanning
his already dark Italian skin. Mike loved working without his shirt and was not
ashamed to show off his 230 lb. muscle frame of 6’-2”, 51” chest, 32” waist,
and 20” arms.
Once again, it was fight night at Bugle Boy's, a local gay bar that was
part of the Wrestling Underground League (WUL). The wrestling ring in the back
room, which, when not used for wrestling, could be used for various fantasy and
bondage scenarios.
Big Al, the matches' owner, and promoter, wasn't excited about tonight's card. About a year ago, new champions had been established in the tag team category. The new champs, Ron, and Robert, also known as R&R, were indisputably good wrestlers and were big, muscular, and handsome. Unfortunately, they were also arrogant as hell, and not very fan friendly. It was assumed that they were straight as well since they never took an opportunity to abuse their defeated opponents as so many others did. In the WUL, all matches were anything goes, and Bugle Boy's was one of the more notorious venues in the league. Many matches had ended in the nude, with fucking, cocksucking, use, and abuse, both consensual and forced.
Ex-Champ's Lesson
by
The Mangler
Thom
stands in his corner, looking at his opponent. Leo stood 1 inch shorter
at 5'7" but weighed about the same, 150#. Their matches were never
dull since they disliked each other, or more accurately, each other's
style. Thom stayed within the rules as much as possible, while Leo did
whatever it took to win a match. His philosophy was "anything before
the count of five and anything the ref doesn't see is legal," and he lived
by that philosophy. Tonight's match was a private affair between them,
with no audience, no referee, and thus no holds barred.
"Now, Tommy, are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, I enjoy kicking your ass, but I don't see why you would want to have it kicked yet again."
Champ's Mistake
by
The Mangler
Chad Wentworth was feeling great. He had just had a
successful defense of his heavyweight wrestling belt, had an incredible sexual
encounter with one of his many female admirers, and just received a fantastic
contract offer. He decided to celebrate at a local bar. Since he was only in
town because of the fight, he wasn't really familiar with the area and decided
on a bar near the hotel. It was an okay place with a very mixed clientele of
customers.
During his second beer, he engaged in a rather heated
conversation with several young punkers. When they challenged him to a two-on-one
wrestling match at the local gym, he accepted by replying, "There is no
way a couple of Skidrow Scum like you could beat a muscle god like me."
The match was on. Another of the bar patrons, a rookie wrestler in the same
league as Chad and with a promising career, was chosen as the referee. Since
Chad already knew him, he felt it was a good choice. Unfortunately for Chad, he
was a former punker and knew the two challengers well.
