The Ref's Revenge: The Manglerized Edition

 

[Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone.  I have given you a Christmas day gift.  This is NOT one of my original stories, but is a revision of an old story I had found on the net.  I posted the original version recently and this is the Manglerized version.]

The Ref’s Revenge: Manglerized Edition

Author Unknown &

Updated by The Mangler

The three-man tag team contest had caused quite a stir in wrestling circles. Obviously due to the extreme brutality, it disappeared from the main stream, but a network of competitions soon started to flourish, all held behind glass to prevent audience participation.

It was six months after the Mavericks had taken on the Predators in the unique three versus three contests, which ended with an eighteen-year-old kid, beaten, sexually abused, humiliated and destroyed. Bret, the Maverick team leader received a challenge from the kid to a one on one, no holds barred, no submissions, but a pin fall or knockout to decide the winner.  The referee would be outside the ring only to count a pinfall or to confirm a knockout.

JSWA Night One Match 5 & 6

 [continuing with Event 1 of the JSWA series with match 5 & 6]

Night One Matches 5 & 6

Night one match 5

Gauntlet: Ty and Jimmy vs. LJ and "Buff" Biff

 

Even after Harry and Dane's altercation, and after George had gone with them  to amend the contract for his match with Dane, Ty was nowhere near ready for another match by the time George returned to announce the next opponents. And  Jimmy wasn't in the best shape, either. But they had signed onto a Gauntlet,  and that's what they were getting. As Ty could still barely stand, Jimmy  waited inside the ring for the next team of heels.

The Ref's Revenge

 [This is the original version of a story by an unknown author.  It is a follow up to Start the Count  which I had published earlier.  In the next couple of weeks I will publish the Manglerized version of the story.]

The Ref’s revenge

Author unknown

The three-man team contest had caused quite a stir in wrestling circles. Obviously due to the extreme brutality it disappeared from main stream, but a network of competitions soon started to flourish, all held behind glass to prevent audience participation.

It was six months after the Mavericks had taken on the Persuaders in the unique three versus three contest, which ended with an eighteen-year-old kid, beaten, sexually abused, humiliated and destroyed. Bret, the Maverick team leader received a challenge from the Kid to a one on one, no holds barred, no submissions but a pin fall or knockout to decide the winner, with the referee outside the ring.

Alex's Beatdown II

 [Has Alex finally met his match?  Another Mangler original]

Alex’s Beatdown II Choirboy vs Alex

By The Mangler

 [These events occur a couple of nights after the conclusion of Alex’s Beatdown]

After a bout, heel’s locker room.  “Yeah, how the hell do I know I can trust you two??  We aren’t friends and you and Alex are.” “True enough, BUT we owe “our friend” a little lesson for some of his reffing in the past in our matches.”

“Yeah, I want to see the little prick suffer.  And rest assured that in the ring this is business and not friendship.”

The Choirboy just looked at the brothers for a minute.  He knew that B&B could be vicious when the need arose and he felt that they were truly pissed off and would probably help.

JSWA Event 1 Match 3 & 4

 [Here are the next two matches in the first event of JSWA]

Night one match three

LJ vs. "Buff" Biff

 "Our next match," George began, "is scheduled for one fall, in thirty minutes.  This should be a very competitive match - one of our heaviest cruisers against  one of the lightest heavies."  

JSWA Event One Match 1 & 2

 

[I am still having writer's block.  While looking at my computer I found a series of old stories from the internet -- JSWA.  I have decided to post those.  These are stories where the jobbers are set up to lose.  Some are very violent.  There is no sex involved at all.  I emphasize I DID NOT write these.  They are from the internet.  If you are the author please let me know and if you want  I will take these down.]

JSWA

 

Tyler had arrived at Central Maryland U scared he'd be reading textbooks in the library or over shoulders all year. He and newly- made friend Jimmy were both griping about their need for money when Eric, their RA walked by them and put up a sign for JSWA:

Introducing.... JSWA! -- the Jobber Squash Wrestling Alliance

Testing the limits of even the freshest rookies!  Testing the limits of even the wickedest heels!

COME ON DOWN to the old Kilgore's Gym 612 Wharf Avenue, Downtown Owings Mills Show Starts at 8pm Limited Seating

Want to Wrestle?  Want to get paid to wrestle?  All types and sizes welcome, show up by 7:30 Tough Rookies and Newbies Welcome _____________________________________

 

Dan Vs. Wrestledaddy

 [Horrible case of writer's block, but I was able to churn this one out.  Unfortunately, still having block so not sure when the next one will be out.  Hope you enjoyr.]

Dan vs Wrestledaddy

By

The Mangler

Chad and Brice took their coffee cups and headed for the rockers on the front porch of the cabin.  Dan trailed behind with his diet coke.  All three were naked as they had just gotten out of bed.  As they settled into the chairs, the sun had just cleared the horizon and was shooting various colors throughout the sky.  Even though it was sunrise, the campground was far from quiet and calm.  While the noise was only a dull thrum compared to what it would be, there were men everywhere.  Leather week at the campground was a 24-hour affair although most were winding down for a little while.  Especially entertaining was watching an obviously inebriated guy try to figure out how to get into his tent.

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.

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.”

The commissioner walked over and opened his door to see Harry pushed back against the wall and being held up about one foot off the floor.  The masked guy holding him had him by the neck.  The guy was much larger than Harry, who was by no means small at 175 pounds.  Harry’s nemesis stood 6’3” and weighed about 260.  The commissioner was excellent at guessing height and weight from years of practice.

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.

The Campground: Samson vs Butch

 

[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??]

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.

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.

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.

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.

Samson vs Skull: First Encounter

 (This is the match that led to the creation of the Redneck Arena.  It has only been hinted at in previous stories,  but the urge came over me to write it.   While it was the third story written,  it is actually the first story of the trilogy )

Samson vs Skull:

First Encounter

By

The Mangler

The crowd was being a little rowdy, but nothing unusual for the Universal Wrestling League.  And nothing that The Demons, a local motorcycle and leather club, couldn’t handle.  The first two matches had gone off well and the announcer was getting ready for the next match.

“Our first contestant is a hometown favorite that is looking forward to another raucous win.  Standing at 5" 11" and 225 pounds, here is Skkkullll."  Skull, a member of the Demons, walked out to loud cheers and applause from the local hometown crowd. 

Another Perspective

 

Mang, some time ago I was in contact with Calif. Kid about his first story "Miami Fight Club" which I thought was a really good story. He sent it to me before posting it and I suggested beefing up the fight scenes. He suggested I do that myself. I think I have found an avenue to do that while maintaining integrity with the original author. Here is my view from ....

Another Perspective (See Miami Fight Club by California Kid) With permission of original author.

Another Perspective

by
Gym Dude

You’ve seen the bumper sticker, “Shit Happens” and sometimes it even happens to ME. I just don’t understand it. I mean, I’m the kind of guy who is supposed to have everything go my way. Growing up on the farm in Nebraska was great with lots of hard work in the sunshine followed by plenty of good food. Guys like me grow up big and strong. The sun lightened my hair and tanned my body to the point that the girls couldn’t keep their hands off me. My high school years were the kind of thing most guys only read about. Playing football and wrestling meant that I just about lived in the weight room and my body showed it. Big, blond and ripped, who could ask for more?

Wrestle-Mania

 

Wrestle-Mania

by

Gym Dude

Rick Stevens or as he is also known, 'Rock Hard Rick', is about the closest thing to a 'work of art' you'll ever find on two legs. This kid, or MAN to be more precise, is what most people consider "perfect", that is if you're not counting personality. As sometimes happens when things come your way too easily, they don't get appreciated. Rick is a perfect example. Hi

Housekeeping

 Not a new story just a couple of housekeeping chores.

First, I have added a Story in Order Page.  Many of the Redneck Arena stories have overlapping plots, wrestlers and plans.  I have grouped them on the Mangler page according to the main characters.  Reading them in that order will provide a complete series of the players, but may miss some plot points.  Therefore the new page shows the order in which the stories were published.  Thus you can follow the plot.  To go to that page simply click on the tab above.

Second, I have done some editing to the first Campground Story Introduction.  This is to flesh out a new character for later and also to add some more "meat" to the story.  

Bodybuilders Destruction -- The Replay

 

Bodybuilder’s Destruction --The Replay

Todd versus Brett

By

The Mangler

 

Todd looked in the mirror and still loved the image staring back at him.  He had short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a slightly unshaven face.  It made him look sexier and more intimidating.  At least he thought it did.  He was classically handsome and had no shortage of admirers, both male and female.  He stood 5’8” tall and weighed 205 pounds – all of it muscles and all of it tanned.  Gym workouts were his reason to be alive and they had helped him to pack on an additional 10 pounds since his and Brett’s last encounter.  He was looking forward to tonight in order to regain some measure of retribution from his opponent.  His previous match with Brett had not ended well – at least for him (see Bodybuilder's Destruction).

Growing Up

 

Growing Up

by

Gym Dude

A True Story.

Growing up in the same neighborhood and being the same age, Steve and I spent a lot of time together and more often than not would end up rough-housing in the game room. Developing most of my height in grade school, I was hitting six feet by 8th grade, Steve was always on the short side, standing only 5'8". Naturally, we were both pretty slender, but he was always strong for a kid his size.

The Campground: Dan vs Kyle

 

The Campground Matches:

Kyle vs Dan

By

The Mangler

 

Kyle entered the ring to the applause and cheers of the leather crowd.  This was his first official professional style match.  Kyle stood 6’ and weighed in at 185.  He was in decent shape but wasn’t cut and overly defined.  He was dressed in green square cut trunks, white knee pads and white wrestling boots.  He had been training and being taught by the Choirboy.  He had no delusions that he was going to win, but he had to start somewhere.  Especially since he was fighting a professional wrestler and friend.  He was concerned about how much retribution Dan was looking for.

The Wrestler

 

The Wrestler

by Gym Dude

My job requires some travel and while I'm a people person and enjoy working with and helping new people I'm not crazy about the food. Not being one to frequent the "finer" restaurants and especially not wanting to take the time, I usually stop at "down home" style places or coffee shops. Driving home from a recent upstate conference would be no different.

The Campground: Introduction

 

The Campground:

Introduction

By

The Mangler

“I can’t fucking believe that I let you talk us into bringing you” Chad said as he turned the SUV into the rutted dirt driveway. 

“Look, I’m an adult and after the 72 hours with Choirboy, I think I can handle this,” Dan replied.

“We will see.  You will see anything and everything from vanilla to extreme kink.  Just be careful what the hell you agree to.  Not everyone will honor limits or, occasionally, even safe words.  Since this is your first time, stay close, and remember that you agreed to be our boy” Bruce replied.

About ½ mile later they came to a gate across the road.  A large sign above the gate said “The Campground.”  But Dan wasn’t focused on the gate.  He was focused on the mountain walking towards the driver’s window.  He was HUGE.  Dan estimated him to be about the same height as Chad which was 6’7”, but he looked to weight about 400 pounds.  And all of it was muscles and more muscles.  He was bald but had a Vandyke beard. He looked to be about 30 years old.

Warehouse Two

 [This is the last of the Warehouse series.  Unfortunately, there is no conclusion to the story]

Warehouse Two
by
Sal Bruno

Right now, it was time to see the last two unchallenged warehouse fighters to the bloodstained floor......." No one in the room had ever thought that Stanhorn would brutalize Jeff so thoroughly in their fight, and their eyes could not help but turn to the handsome but bloody young stud whose face got rammed so thoroughly into the cinder block walls, and whose body was so brutally battered from one end of the room to the next. The scent of the room had changed from pure manscent and testosterone, to include the unmistakable scent of raw flesh, blood and pain. And yet there were one more set of fighters to even out up their fists.... but now their time had come.

One Year and Counting

 

One Year and Counting

February 16, 2020 was my first post on manglerwrestling.blogspot.com – The Mangler is Back.  That day I also published an old story and then a new story that was a continuation of that story.  Since then, I have posted almost all of the old stories from my site (a few still remain). 

In addition, I have posted 20 other stories (17 Wrestling and 3 non wrestling) that are new.  I had not realized that it was that many until I looked.

Battle of the Destroyers

 

The Battle of the Destroyers

Dan versus Skull

By

The Mangler

“Welcome to the next match here at the Redneck Arena.  This match should be a real barn burner and should give you bloodthirsty lot something to talk about for a long time – well at least until the next Redneck Arena show.”  The crowd roared and cheered their approval.

Suite and Tie Battle Two

 

Suit and Tie Battle Two
by
Sal Bruno

After watching Tony prance a little after his win, and Frank slowly get up off the floor to wait for his next fight, the next two salesmen turned fighters were next up to fight for the next remaining spot on the sales team. Tom O'Reilly was wearing the cumstained shirt he jerked off in the night before, which reeked of his pit juice and multiple cumloads. He looked over at his opponent, nearly an inch taller and 20 pounds heavier than he, and despite his nervousness, felt the twinge of his balls and the lengthening of his dick as he looked over Sam Reed's body. Each was in a dark single-breasted suit, white shirt, silk tie, each of them custom tailored to their muscular defined frames. Sam had square shaped cufflinks, and Tom, just buttons at the cuff, but in his pocket was a small nail file in case it took a little something extra to win this thing.

Knights of the Squared Circle

 

Knights of the Squared Circle

A Fraternity Wars Match

By

The Mangler

Tonight’s main match was going to be a tag team affair with BOB versus TOM refereed by KAT.  That meant a tag team from Beta Omega Beta (BOB) versus a tag team from Tau Omega Mu (TOM) with a referee from Kappa Alpha Tau (KAT).  The two tag teams were rivals, but nothing extraordinary, so much wasn’t really expected from the matchup other than a good wrestling match.  Just goes to show that life is full of surprises.

Karate Man

Karate Man

by

Gym Dude

My name is Rick.  I’m six foot two and 225 pounds of weight-trained rock-solid muscle.  My 52” chest makes my 31” waist look even leaner than it is but it’s my 18+ guns that get the most attention.  All that has absolutely nothing to do with this story, but I’ve busted my ass working out and I really enjoy describing myself.  Anyhow, a few weeks ago I finally broke down and started taking Karate lessons.  You see, I work at this warehouse and even though I’m one of the biggest and strongest dudes there, this guy named Dave keeps kicking my ass, but that’s another story.

Suit and Tie Battle Two (preview)

 

Suit and Tie Battle Two (preview)

by

Sal Bruno

WEDNESDAY NIGHT -- the night before Fight Day Tom O'Reilly never thought he'd be put in this situation, but here he was, less than a day before he had to face Sam Reed to literally battle for his job. It wasn't that Tom couldn’t handle himself. After all, the man was 5'11" of nearly flawless 6% bodyfat perfection. His suits had to be hand-tailored to handle his 46" chest and his 28" waist. His shirts had to be specially measured to handle the flare of his lats tapering down to his narrow and six-packed waistline. His legs were lean, solid and hard.... not huge, but with 25” thighs, he was well-proportioned for his size. As he got home, he thought about what was to come, and his stomach knotted. It wasn’t that Tom couldn't fight.... hell, he loved getting into bar brawls and knocking the shit out of some drunk asshole with a big mouth. He liked the feeling of his fist connecting to a man's face, and the power of busting a guy up and open before mercifully putting him out of his misery.

My First Boxing Lesson

 

 

My First Boxing Lesson

by Gym Dude

There comes a time in your life when people around you start to slow down. If you’re smart, you see the signals and start doing something about it. I manage an auto parts store and spend entirely too much time behind a desk. Luckily for me, the guys who work for me are a lot younger and that keeps me going.

Warehouse One

 

Warehouse One
by
Sal Bruno

The heat in the windowless room had risen at least ten degrees since the first sales fight took place, and now an hour later, even wearing a t-shirt was too much. So as Steve Stanhorn and Jeff Powell circled each other, Stanhorn raised his hands to the neck of his t-shirt, and in one slow motion, ripped it from collar to bottom seam, slowly revealing the already sweaty mass of muscle that was his chest and abs. Everyone in the room was impressed with this display of muscle, including Jeff, but Jeff couldn't be distracted by the show put on in front of him: he had to keep his head about him and fight.

The Ticket

 

The Ticket

by

Gym Dude

I absolutely love days like this. The sun is shining and I've just finished restoring my classic AC Cobra.  The hills make a perfect place to take her out for a spin and wind it up a little. I enjoy the wind blowing through my hair, what there is of it. My buds at the gym give me a bad time because my buzz cut black hair and deep dark tan damn near make me look like a "brother". Not that I mind a bit.

Suit and Tie Battle One

 

Suit and Tie Battle One
by
Sal Bruno

That night, the men went home and dealt with the sudden pressures put upon them in different ways. Tony Terrelli couldn't stand still......he got home, and without even changing threw his jock, sneaks, sox and shorts along with his tight bag gloves into his gym bag and headed out to the gym. Once there, he relaxed just a little watching the guys in the locker room stripping after and before their workouts. The scent of ripe man pits and jockstraps hit him in the face as he walked in, and he made a mental note to remember to wear his jock to the office in the morning, under his suit, for protection, and some inspiration.

Fighting for your Job --setup

 

Fighting for Your Job -- Setup
by
Sal Bruno

Jack Baker was a successful businessman, building his moderate but financially stable empire on hard work, sweat and determination. Starting out on the streets as a peddler, he knew a man who can sweat and work with his hands is a man who will be employed all his life. It is those prissy boys who started and will end their lives behind a desk, pushing paper, who need to rely on shrinks and pills to keep themselves together. not Jack or his men.... they were set for life.... or so he thought.

Dan "The Destroyer" Wang Tries Again

 

Dan “The Destroyer” Wang Tries Again

By

The Mangler

After his disastrous debut, Dan was much more cautious and guarded.  He had also watched several matches here at the Redneck Arena so he now feels that he has a better grasp on the entire situation.  He is well aware that he doesn’t know it all, but believes that he has the jist of it and can at least not be totally humiliated in the ring.  He is standing in the back hallway waiting for his introduction when the Choirboy walks by and slaps him on the ass. 

Like Father Like Son

 

Like Father, Like Son

By

Gym Dude

 

Whenever I’m at the gym I am commonly ‘zoned’ and don’t even realize anyone else is there, but not long ago after working out, an acquaintance was talking to another guy about a problem that really had him steamed up.  I heard something about his kid getting beat up and it caught my attention.  Ron Steele looks to be in his late twenties but is really ten or fifteen years older.  The dude keeps himself in really great shape.  He is about 5’10” and looks like he weighs in at 180 or 185.  Ron is solid, lean and strong.

Building Supplies

 

Building Supplies

By

Gym Dude

There is just something about guys and their local home supply center.  It is somehow entertaining to just take a few hours and explore this giant building full of toys. It was getting to be that time of year for my annual visit to the garden center.  That means I’ve either finished or run out of plans for nearly everything else.  I’m not usually considered to be the ‘garden’ type but I’ve always wanted some kind of water feature near the patio in back and have never been able to find just the right thing.