B vs B
(Brad
vs Barry)
By
The
Mangler
The atmosphere backstage at the Redneck Arena was not a
pleasant one because several times the wrestlers and staff had to intervene to
stop fighting. The problem was related
to the team of B&B, a tag team composed of identical twins Brad and Barry both
of who stood 5’8” tall and weighed around 150 pounds, with the weight
fluctuating. While they were on the
smaller side, they were one vicious tag team who commonly prevailed over bigger
teams. They would use almost any tactic
to win and would sometimes extract high prices for those wins – Just ask Bruce
and Jon, their stepfather and stepbrother.
The problem began when Brad caught his brother Barry
screwing around backstage, literally, with his then boyfriend Kaden. While the
twins shared many things, Brad’s boyfriend wasn’t one of them. The betrayal had occurred a couple of weeks ago
during a match between Todd and Cumface Dan (see Bodybuilder Destruction 3). Kaden had been unceremoniously sent on his
way and all out warfare had erupted between the twins. Barry didn’t see what the big deal was, which
only made Brad more irate. A couple of
their matches had ended when the brothers went after each other and not their
opponents. Even Boy, or Marauder #1, (see
B&B vs The Marauders) who was the twins “valet/slave” wasn’t able to
diffuse the situation.
Unfortunately, the action wasn’t only confined to the ring. Backstage skirmishes and all out brawling had occurred on a couple of occasions. The commissioner decided to take advantage of this and had given them an ultimatum. Either fight it out in the ring or get banned from the league. They elected to have it out in the ring.
They both requested a no holds barred tornado match, but the
commissioner had vetoed that. While many
fans would appreciate such a match, the commissioner was not one of them. He preferred to have a referee and watch the
creative ways wrestlers could get around the ref and the rules – and most of
the fans preferred it that way if truth be known. The only problem was trying to find a
ref. Alex had finally agreed to do it as
he was usually friends with both of the twins, although some recent action had
put that friendship to the test (see Alex’s Beatdown II), they had
gotten beyond that.
Alex knew that the only way to settle things was to let them beat
the crap out of each other and then try to resolve issues between them. In anticipation of the match, the Arena was
packed beyond capacity and almost all the league wrestlers in the league were
present as well. It wasn’t too often that you got to see brothers at each
others throats.
The night of the match, the commissioner had met with both
wrestlers and let it be known that NO action would be taken prior to the
official start of the match, or they would both be permanently banned from the
league. This had stopped any locker room
or pre match physical confrontations, but only barely. A couple of the other wrestlers had to step
between them to keep it from coming to physical blows but even the fans out
front could hear the verbal arguments.
As the time for the match approached, the commissioner was
getting anxious as Alex had not shown up. He instructed the announcer to get
both wrestlers into the ring to hype the crowd up assuming Alex was just late. Just before the wrestlers were announced,
Boy, also known as Marauder #1, joined the spectators. He was only wearing a bright green thong and
his mask but he seemed to be comfortable with it. Nothing was left to the imagination.
“And now you deviant little fucks, it is time for the main
event. Tonight, we have tag team
partners going against each other and while the wrestlers are on the smaller
side we all know their fighting heart and style is anything but. Introducing our first wrestler, here is the
cuckholded twin, Brrrraaaad.”
Walking through the door, Brad stood at 5’8” tall and
tonight weighed in at 160 pounds – all of it shredded and cut. His dark hair was cut into a military buzz
and the dusting of hair on his chest glistened with the sweat. Tonight, he was wearing a pair of tight
standard dark purple trunks, white kneepads and white boots. The crowd burst into a raucous round of
cheers as he charged down to the ring and slide under the bottom rope. He threw his hands into the air and posed for
the crowd before retiring to the far corner.
Once he reached his corner, he shot the announcer a decidedly dirt look.
“And now his opponent for tonight, the betrayer, here is
Baaarrrryy.” Barry swaggered through the
door as if he owned the entire world.
His body was a perfect match for Brad’s except that his hair was longer
and wavy. He was dressed in a pair of
bright red square cut trunks, matching knee pads and boots. Across the ass of his trunks were the
letter’s B and B, but the one on the right ass cheek had been marked out. He received the same response from the crowd
as he charged down to the ring, jumped to the ring apron and then to the top
rope before somersaulting into the ring.
He also shot the announcer an “eat shit and die” look. The announcer just grinned like the Cheshire
Cat.
Brad made a move toward Barry until the announcer said, “no,
no, Bradley. You know the rules.”
Hating to be called Bradley, he shot a finger in the air and
glared at the announcer’s booth again before turning his glare to his
brother. They both backed into their
corners.
“And now for the unfortunate soul who is referring this
chaos tonight we have Alllleexx.”
Everyone looked to the entrance but no one come threw.
“I SAID referring this chaos tonight we have Allleeexx.”
Again, nothing from the entrance.
“ALEX, GET YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASS INTO THE RING SO WE CAN GET
THIS STARTED BEFORE THE CROWD TEARS DOWN THE ARENA,” the announcer screamed.
As he said this, the commissioner approached the announcer,
leaned over and whispered into his ear.
The announcer just looked up at the commissioner, shrugged his shoulder
and announced “there has been a slight change in plans as Alex has been
delayed. Instead of postponing the
match, and seeing the arena destroyed,” a loud roar of disapproval emanated
from the crowd. “ I SAID INSTEAD of
postponing this match we have a new ref.
And our ref for the match is….”
When hearing Alex wasn’t here, both Brad and Barry had
growled and looked murderous. Thet both
looked over to the announcer to see who was found to substitute.
“Taaaylooor.” The
door opened and Taylor sauntered into the arena. When Taylor, 6 feet tall and 215 pounds, walked
into view there was an audible gasp that went around the ring. One
or two fans may have even orgasmed. For not only was Taylor
handsome, his upper body was all muscle and cut as hell. You could almost
see every fiber of muscles. His washboard abs looked like they could
be used to grate granite like a block of cheese and were on proud display as
were his pecs as his stripped shirt looked to be applied as a second skin. The commissioner had been “unable” to find a
shirt to fit Taylor.
When approached, Taylor had
adamantly refused to ref the match until another ref, Jeff, had pointed out
that Taylor would be in charge and enforcing the rules, or not, letting the two
beat the shit out of each other, or even selectively enforcing the rules and
letting Barry beat the shit out of Brad.
After their last encounter (see Alex’s Beatdown II), the idea had
appealed to Taylor and he agreed to be the ref for triple the usual fee. The commissioner had balked at the demand
until Taylor started to walk away.
Seeing as he had no choice he had agreed to the demand.
Taylor smirked as he walked
toward the ring. B&B were a little
surprised, but really couldn’t care who the ref was. He wasn’t going to be much of an issue
tonight. Taylor climbed into the ring
and summoned both wrestlers to the middle of the ring.
“Okay boys tonight I am in
charge and you will do as you are told.”
Both Brad and Barry started to say something but Taylor got there
first. “Stuff it, assholes, I’m not
interested in anything you two have to say. As I was saying, I’m in
charge. I say jump, you say how high, I
say speak and you bark. If you don’t
obey me, the commissioner will suspend your fucking asses. Got it?”
Brad shot daggers at his
brother but then turned toward Taylor. “Sure,
big boy. But after the match how about a
little fun.” As he said this, Brad
reached up and gently pinched Taylor’s tit.
Taylor immediately drew in a sharp breath as he felt his cock stir
because his cock was hardwired to his nipples, his most erogenous zone.
“Get you goddamned hands off
me,” Taylor screamed as he knocked the offending hand away. He took one step closer to Brad so that he
was in his face. “Touching the referee
is a fucking no no and I should just disqualify your ass right now, but that
would cause a major riot. But don’t do
it again,” Todd growled.
Brad had not moved or
flinched as he stared Todd in the eye.
“Gottcha big boy,” he smirked as he had noticed the slight
twitch of the ref’s cock. “No touching the ref’s titties.” As he said this he ran the back of his hand
over the left tit.
Brad turned his attention
back to Barry and the look of hatred returned to his face. Taylor stepped back and tried to compose
himself, although a slight blush was present on his face. Taylor decided to have a little fun, “Okay
boys, hug each other and then walk to your corners.”
Both wrestlers looked ready
to argue, but then decided what the fuck, let’s just get this over with. It would be safe to say that the “hug” was
the most awkward and stiff hug that had ever been seen. The two then walked to
their corners.
Taylor just stood there until
the crowd was getting nasty and verbal waiting for the match to start. Taylor decided might as well build up some
tension. He finally signaled for the
bell.
As soon as the bell had rung,
the two brothers were out of the corner and met in the center of the ring. They
danced around each other for a couple of seconds before finally locking
up in a collar and elbow. They pushed
and jockeyed for position until Barry had a slight stumble and Brad took
advantage of the situation and forced
him back first into the corner.
“Okay, nice clean break,”
Taylor demanded as he was immediately in the corner. As Brad and Barry maintained the hold and
look for an advantage, Taylor again said “clean break. NOW.”
Barry moved his feet back
toward the corner and crotched down as Brad released the hold and put both
hands up in the air and slowly started to step back. Once Barry felt he was at a good distance, he
pushed out of the corner like a cannon ball exploding out of the cannon. His shoulder impacted Brad in the solar
plexus, pushed him slightly backward where he then fell to his back. Barry rode Brad down onto the mat and then
set up on the upper abdomen. He then
began throwing closed fists into Brad’s head.
The first two fists hit without problem, but then Brad got his hands up
and as able to fight off some of the impact.
“No closed fists, break the
hold,” Taylor demanded. When Barry ignored him, Taylor began to count. At the count of four, Barry threw his last
fist down into the solar plexus before standing up.
“You know the rules, no
closed fists,” Taylor screamed as he got into Barry’s face.
“Fuck you man. Why don’t you let two men fight like men and
not like some namby pampy jerk like you,” Barry screamed back. As he had done this, he had moved around the
ring until Taylor had his back to Brad laying on the mat.
Looking up and seeing his
opportunity, Brad repositioned himself on his back and kicked his right leg
straight up between Taylor’s legs slamming the top of his foot into Taylor’s
nuts and driving them forcibly up into his pelvis.
“You agreed to the damned
rul…..” Taylor began before emitting a shrill sound and then an expulsion of
air as the pain exploded from his crotch.
Instinctively his hands went to his crotch and his torso bent slightly
forward as his knees bent.
Barry grabbed a handful of
hair, forced Taylor’s head into his armpit and then dropped backwards to the
mat, slamming Taylor’s forehead into the mat, stunning him. As soon as they hit the mat, Barry sprang
back to his feet. He grabbed two
handfuls of hair and forced Taylor back to his feet then locked on a side
headlock. Once it was secured he again
dove toward the mat, but this time he flexed such than Taylor’s feet flew
straight up into the air and his head slammed into the mat with the full weight
of his body. He moaned and lay still.
Barry then rolled Taylor onto
his back and pulled him to a sitting position.
Once he was sitting up, Brad reached down and grabbed the ref’s shirt at
the waist on each side. He than rapidly
pulled the shirt up and over Taylor’s head completely removing the shirt and
putting it on himself. Taylor’s ripped
abs and taut pecs were seen in all their glory.
As soon as the shirt was off,
Barry dropped behind the sitting Taylor, placed his legs around the waist and dropping
his feet between Taylor’s legs. He
slammed both heels back into Taylor’s balls, before pushing outward with each
leg, forcing the legs apart. Barry then
applied a full nelson, locking his hands behind Taylor’s neck and pushing
downwards, but not with all his strength.
Brad then dropped down onto
Taylor’s stretched out thighs, reached out and grabbed a nipple in each
hand. He began to gently stroke and tug
on the nipples, eliciting moans from Taylor.
“No, no stop, don’t do that,”
Taylor said. “I’m going to disqualify you two.”
“But you can’t disqualify
me. You see I’m wearing the stripped
shirt,” Brad intoned. As he said that
Brad grabbed a corner of the shirt and showed it to Taylor. “That makes ME the referee and I see nothing
untoward happening.” The crowd cheered
this announcement and B&B just laughed.
The action on his nipples
were causing his cock to stir and to start filling out, the last thing Taylor
wanted, especially after his performance as a lumberjack at the match between
Alex and Choirboy.
As soon as the other referees
in the league saw what was happening, they made a beeline for the doorway into
the cage while screaming at the commissioner that he had to stop this. Unfortunately, when they got to the entry
way, they found that a total of four chains had been wrapped between the edge
of the door and the surrounding cage and locked, meaning they could not get
into the cage. Trying to climb it was out of the questions as there was a top
across the cage as well.
They were screaming at the
commissioner who was screaming back that he was trying to do something. Not much but he was making a show of it,
ordering backstage staff to try and find some bolt cutters or keys.
“Yeah good luck with that,”
could be heard by those sitting in the back corner. When they turned to the source of the
comment, they found Alex, the missing ref, depositing a set of four keys into
his pocket and grinning like the Cheshire cat.
They just laughed.
Back in the ring, Brad had
released both nipples and began a series of punches into the well developed abs
of Taylor. After reaching 10 such jabs,
he stopped and stood up. Barry released
his hold and stood up as well. Taylor fell
to the mat and rolled to his side. He
was quickly pulled back to his feet where Barry locked on an abdominal stretch.
Brad began another series of
punches and jabs into the abs. Taylor
grunted with each one. Looking down and
seeing that Taylor’s cock was starting to deflate, Brad stopped with the abs
work, dropped to his knee, leaned forward and suck Taylor’s lower nipple into
his mouth where he began working it with his lips, tongue and teeth. With his free hand he began to manipulate the
other nipple. In spite of the pain from
the stretch and the ab work, Taylor felt a wave of pleasure wash over him and
his cock quickly returned to full stiffness.
While the crowd suspected what was happening, they really couldn’t be
sure due to the ref’s pants that Taylor was wearing.
Satisfied that Taylor was
feeling more pleasure than pain, Brad released the two nipples and got back to
his feet. He signaled to Barry who
dropped the stretch, but caught Taylor before he could hit the mat. He and Brad forced Taylor back into the ropes
where his arms were stretched out and caught between the first and second
rope. Brad exited the ring onto the
apron, where he reached around and began working each nipple with his
hand. He also began nibbling on the
earlobes as well.
Taylor was moaning in spite
of himself. He wasn’t aware that Barry
had unfastened and unzipped his pants until he felt them being pulled down to
this ankles. He began to squirm and
flail his legs until Barry delivered a back hand into his balls and told him to
be still or it would be a lot harder the next time. Barry was able to pull the pants completely
off and tossed them out of the ring.
Taylor was now only in his white boxer briefs, which were tight and left
very little to the imagination, especially as the sweat started to soak in. It was obvious that his cock was enjoying
what was happening.
Taylor was trying to protest
what was happening and tell the twins to stop, but his moans of pleasure made
that difficult. Brad stopped his
ministrations and re-entered the ring. He and Barry released Taylor from the
ropes, delivered a punch to the abs causing Taylor to bend at the waist. He was then lifted up and dropped abs first
across the knees of the two twins.
Instead of releasing him they pulled him back up and repeated the
hold. He was then turned over onto
Barry’s knee such that he was in a back breaker. Brad sat at Taylor’s head, spread his legs
and scooted in until his crotch was firmly in Taylor’s face and pushing his
head backwards toward Barry’s knees while Barry was pushing down on the thighs,
stretching out Taylor’s back. Once the
twins were happy with their placement, Brad’s hands once again found Taylor’s
nipples and began they work of pleasure.
Barry assisted by stroking
the cock and balls through the tight boxer-briefs. A wet spot of precum began to form indicating
the enjoyment Taylor was getting out of this.
Barry used his other hand to apply a claw hold to the muscular abs.
The other refs had finally
managed to find some bolt cutters and were trying to cut through the chains and
release the locks but it was slow going.
The twins looked over and saw that the first lock was free. They released Taylor and allowed him to drop
to the mat.
Brad pulled Taylor to his
feet and backed him up against Barry back-to-back. Barry placed each of his arms through the
armpits of Taylor. Brad and Barry then
pulled each of Taylors ankles up and locked them on Barry’s hips. Barry then leaned over stretching Taylor out
and applying pressure to the abs.
Brad took up position and
began to use Taylor’s abs as his personal punching bag alternating the strength
of the punches and the location. He was
fulfilling his desire to destroy the abs.
Taylor grunted with each hit. He was begging for the brothers to
stop. Finally, Brad did stop and step up
close to Taylor. He leaned forward and licked Taylors abs from just above his
boxer briefs and upward until, once again, his lips found a nipple. He then began working that nipple with his
mouth while one hand worked the other nipple and the final hand worked the cock
and balls. The pleasure that Taylor was
feeling from having his nipples worked on overrode all other sensations.
“They’ve got lock number two
free,” Barry said.
“Okay, I don’t really want
too but drop him,” Brad replied as he stepped back. Barry released the hold, but Brad made sure
that Taylor remained standing until he drove a knee into the abs knocking
Taylor back into the ropes opposite where the other refs were working on the
cage door. Once again the twins tied
Taylor’s arms into the ropes.
Brad said “I really wish we
had more time so we could take those abs apart AND edge him at the same time,
but we have to work with what we have.”
This time, Barry went outside
to the ring apron and reached in and began working on the nipples. Brad stood off to one side and began to
stroke the cock and balls through the briefs, until the head of the cock
appeared over the waist band. Taylor was
moaning in heat. To increase the
sensation, Brad mouthed the tit nearest him.
When they felt that he was close to cuming, the Twins would slow down
their ministrations until the sensation passed.
Edging was one of the twins specialties in the bedroom. The twins continued to edge Taylor until he
was begging them to be allowed to cum.
Brad leaned in and whispered
something into Taylor’s ear. Taylor
immediately began yelling, “Hey commish.
Hey commish,” he kept repeating until the commissioner responded with
“What?”
“No repercussions to the boys
here. No punishment. I want this.”
The twins continued with the
edging, until they noticed that the refs were almost through with the fourth
lock. Barry began to manipulate the
nipples in earnest, Brad increased the stroking of the cock and balls, and Brad
released the tit from his mouth, leaned over and planted a sloppy French kiss
on Taylor.
Suddenly Taylor’s entire body
stiffened, a loud moan could be heard and then his cock started shooting forth
large amounts of cum. The first volley
actually sailed over Taylor and Barry and landed in the audience six feet away
to an overwhelming cheer from the audience.
Taylor continued to ejaculate until his entire front was covered in
cum. Barry also had some on his face.
Seeing as the door was almost
open, Brad ran his hand up the abs and chest, collecting cum as he did, which
he then deposited into Taylors mouth, timing it such that it occurred when
Taylor took in a deep breath causing him to suck in the cum. When Taylor looked like he was going to spit
it out, Brad gave a moderate tap to the balls causing Taylor to suck in and
swallow it.
Taylor gave one last yell,
arched his back as the last shot flew out of his cockhead and then he went
flaccid hanging in the ropes. He was
still awake but was exhausted.
The refs finally got the door
open and four of them charged into the cage.
As they neared the ring, Brad, who had moved to the ring apron, reached between Taylor’s legs and grabbed a handful of tender balls and
began to squeeze.
“Okay, boys, halt right there
or I am going to crush the living hell out of these nuts before he can get here,”
he shouted.
The four refs stopped. They believed him.
“Now slowly climb into the
ring, all four of you but stay on that side.”
When they were slow to obey,
Brad increased the pressure getting a yelp out of Taylor. The refs then obeyed until all four of them
were standing in the ring near the opposite rope. Barry had already dropped to the arena floor
by the ring.
Brad then jumped to the
floor, releasing Taylor’s balls and the twins quickly charged around the ring
and to the cage door, before any of the refs could get out of the ring. Not that they gave it much effort, they were
more concerned with Taylor.
Brad and Barry left a cum
covered, embarrassed, naked and aroused Taylor hanging in the ropes. They high fived each other as they reached
the door out of the cage where they were met by Marauder #1 (or Boy as he was
known to the twins) and Kayden – the source of their disagreement. But by the way Brad and Kayden frenched
kissed before Berry locked on a lip locked and jumped up and locked his legs
around Kayden waist there was some confusion and doubt as to that. The
confusion was intensified when the twins then proceed to high five Alex – the
ref who wasn’t supposed to be there.
The refs untangled Taylor and
assisted him out of the ring and back to the ref’s dressing room accompanied by
multiple cat calls and obscene suggestions.
Taylor simple shot the crowd a bird.
Back stage, it quickly became
apparent that this had been a setup by Alex, with an assist by B&B and
Kayden, to get a little payback on Taylor for his failure as Alex’s lumberjack
during the match between Alex and Choirboy.
The commissioner, who had not been in on the deceit, was highly
impressed by the tactics especially since they had been orchestrated by Alex
who was normally by the book.
The fallout in the league was
multifaceted. All the refs were incensed
that a ref had been attacked which was against one of the cardinal rules of the
league that the ref was strictly off limits and any attack on him would be
severely punished. That is the only
reason many of the ref’s agreed to be in the rough league. They all threatened to quit unless
appropriate punishment was dished out.
The commissioner tried
pointing out that Taylor said he wished no retribution, but the refs were not buying that as a voluntary
request. They were insistent that
punishment had to be meted out. It was
finally agreed a six-month suspension and a $10,000 fine each for Brad and
Barry.
Both wrestlers went on GoFundMe
and quickly raised the money so that it cost them nothing. They laughed when they noticed that two of
the league refs had made contributions.
They made sure to make note of who they were. During their six month suspension, they went
and terrorized other leagues.
The league issued new rules
stating increasing levels of punishment for abuse of referee’s including
permanent banishment for severe abuse as determined by a committee of ref’s, wrestlers
and the commissioner.
Surprisingly, most of the
refs held little to no animosity against Alex who stated he was only looking
for some humiliation against Taylor.
Truth be told, most of them had enjoyed the hell out of it from an
erotic standpoint, but hated it as the precedent it might establish. The relationship between Alex and Taylor was
repaired surprisingly quickly as Taylor did admit, privately and only to Alex,
that it was one of the most intense and satisfying sexual encounters he had experienced,
but the ab abuse was definitely not! He
felt it ever time he moved over the next week.
However, he did say that it made him much savvier and more aware of the intricacies
of the Arena League. He even went on to
have a few matches himself. It was yet
to be seen what was going to happened between B&B and the other refs.
Jake, Alex’s other failed
lumberjack, confronted Alex about any possible retribution for him.
“You don’t have to worry
Jake, as far as I am concerned you and I are good and nothing is going to
happen. Honestly, I wasn’t mad at you
or Taylor, it was just with that beautiful chest and abs, and those super
sensitive nipples, Taylor was just begging for a little action. And we both know that B&B can deliver
that. Plus, now maybe some of the heat
will be off me.”
With an intense stare, Jake
slowly approached Alex until he was backed up against the wall. He lifted both hands and placed them on the
wall beside Alex’s face and leaned in so that Jake and Alex were face to face.
“Well,” Jake whispered in a
husky voice. “What if I feel that a
little punishment is deserved for my failed performance?”
Alex’s jaw dropped wide
open. Had he heard correctly? Jake was
straight, supposedly, and in the middle of a divorce but it sounded like he was
proposing something decidedly not straight.
“Um, um, well I think that
could be arranged somewhere in private,” Alex finally responded.
“Oh no. Jakey was a bad boy in public and should be
punished in public. I’ll see you at the Eagle in 48 hours. It’s volunteer night on stage and I’ll sign
us both up. Be there at midnight.” Jake leaned forward and lightly kissed Alex
on the lips, and groped and caressed his crotch, before he turned and walked
away.
Alex just stood there not
sure he had just experienced what he had.
He thought he must be loosing his mind. He headed for the exit muttering
to himself, ‘well, I guess I’ll show up at the Eagle on Friday Night and see if
he really shows up.’ The bulge in his
jeans showed that he really hoped Jake did.
Jake did indeed show up at the Eagle, as well as most of the
wrestlers anxious to see what Alex was going to do to Jake. Alex and Jake did put on a hell of a show for
the audience, but it was Alex who found himself on the receiving end of the
punishment which was dished out by Jake and the bar staff, with a huge assist
from Choirboy. While sexual activity did
occur with the staff and Alex, Jake was a bystander to that action.
“Don’t EVER fuck with your fellow refs, unless it is a
match,” Jake said as he slapped Alex in the balls. “Had to stand up for my
fellow lumberjack and ref. Looks like we
are all even now” he said as he exited the stage leaving a bound Alex with
Choirboy.
As Alex just smiled and nodded yes, he thought to himself
“Not even close.”
The unending rounds of retribution would continue later.
As Jake got near the door to the back room he stopped and
yelled at Choirboy. “Release him, no
more action from you just like you promised.”
“Spoil sport,” Choirboy said as he began untying the ropes
to the boos of the dismayed crowd.
Awesome. Brad and Barry always deliver, since the first Mangler story I read to now. And there’s no such thing as ‘even’ in the Redneck Arena.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it. And yes nothing is ever "even" in RA or even in the mangler wrestling universe. I recently wrote a "one off" story that is morphing into an entire universe of its own.
Delete@Alex - do you think your namesake got what he deserved? ;)
DeleteI love how Alex also got roped in and got some punishment at the end. So very hot. I'm hoping to see a Alex vs Cumface match up
ReplyDeleteThat is a possibility. Still not really sure where Alex's story is going. Most of the time I don't have a long plot line laid out and just play as it goes.
Deletehad to refamiliarize myself with some of the lore before diving into this new chapter. love that marauder #1 is still in his service... but what's payton (marauder #2) up to these days? lol... and smart of them to crowdsource their fine - why bother dipping into bruce's $$$? excited to see what's next for b&b - they're pretty unstoppable at this point
ReplyDeleteI tend to write off the cuff so sometimes I also have to reread to see where I am at. Peyton's activities will be seen on Jun 1st. B&B make a guest appearance on July 1st and next match Sept 1st. I have to say I like those two.
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