Marshall vs Wiley

 [This story is a "fill-in" story.  It takes place after Wiley vs The Executioner and before The Gauntlet matches with Marshall.   Hope you enjoy.]

Marshall vs Wiley

By

The Mangler

Marshall took a couple of deep breaths as he walked towards the curtain that would lead him into the auditorium and his first fight since throwing off the yoke of the Executioner and the Heel faction.  His opponent tonight, Wiley, was the wrestler who had brought him into the league but then had not only abandoned him but had helped the faction beat the crap out of him because Wiley felt he had not fulfilled his end of the bargain.

To his credit, Wiley had helped disband The Heel Faction with an unasked-for assist from Marshall.  To say Marshall had strong emotions going would be an understatement.  Some wondered if those emotions were mixed, but he would tell you they definitely were not.  Revenge and punishment were all that was on his mind.  Helping Wiley defeat The Heel Faction was revenge against the Faction.  It had nothing to do with Wiley. 

Wrestling Websights

 

Wrestling Stories Websites

 

This may come as a surprise to many of you, but I really enjoy wrestling stories- writing them and reading them. 😁 So, I was really excited when a new site appeared — it was actually a new iteration of an old site.  I am always excited when a new wrestling-themed site appears. 

Sideline has partnered with Artist AR to write an illustrated story containing both text and images.  I have looked at the site and really enjoy it.  Go over and check it out at the following link: 

Heels and Heroes 

His regular site can be found at:

Sideline Land 

And his previous stories can be found at:

Sideline Land Wrestling Stories 

If you haven't seen him before, please check it out. 

The Campground 2 Cumface vs Angel

 

The Campground 2: Day 4

Cumface vs. Angel

By

The Mangler

 

As Spike and Patriot exited their cabin, they were surprised to see Chad standing in front of his cabin, totally naked except for a pair of boots and 15 pounds of weights hanging from the parachute harness attached to his scrotum.  He was hitched to a cart like a horse, had a bit gag in his mouth, and weighted tit clamps attached to each nipple with a leather cord leading back to the cart for use as reins.  It was last year all over again and Chad did not look happy.  Tank was sitting on the driver’s bench of the wagon, and he looked pleased. 

Brice was in a similar situation, except Butch was the driver of his cart.

“Morning, gentleman.  Would you like a ride to breakfast?” Tank asked.  “We have these great new pony boys giving rides today.”

“No, and you can’t…” Spike began.

“Careful there, little dude,” Butch said from the other cart.  “You think life was difficult earlier this week? Just wait to see what happens if you try and interfere.  And you don’t have many friends around here right now to help you out.  And two of them are tied, or should I say reigned, up right now.”

Spike didn’t like it, but he had to agree with both assessments, so he and the guys could only walk away, as Chad and Brice were encouraged to “walk on” by the snap of whips.  They wouldn’t be having a very good day, but they were big boys who could handle it.  Besides, they didn’t have much choice. 

“Hey, wasn’t Chad supposed to be the ref for Dan and Angel’s match today?” The Patriot asked.

Teen Jobber Humiliation IV

 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION IV

By

Ringdoggg

Writers note:

[I had been having problems writing part 4 and one of the commenters had referred to his dislike of first-person writing style.  So, I decided to tell part 4 from the side of two announcers working the match for the local arena and internet broadcast.]

Warning:  I tend to write really over-the-top outrageous, unrealistic, almost comic book-style stories juxtaposed in real-life settings.  IF YOU ARE INTO REALISM, DO NOT READ!  This story continues the themes of humiliation, domination, sexual exploitation, and extreme violence from Parts 1, 2 &3.]

Fight Night

The two announcers for the matches, Conrad and Brutus, pick up the call:

“We are here for what is sure to be another horrible and humiliating beat down of the kind, cute, fun-loving, adorable 18-year-old rookie wrestler Billy Simmons, who as of late has developed into a notorious jobber boy,” explained Conrad.

“And a total loser in everything else in his life, too!” said Brutus.  “His girlfriend, who by the way could beat his ass, dropped him like a bad habit, and a little kid beat him up and humiliated him at his workplace, and Billy was then beaten again by more of the stockers.”

Tag Team Chaos: Jackson/Ryan vs Travis/Vince

 

 Tag Team Chaos:

Jackson/Ryan versus Travis/Vince

By

The Mangler

 There is an unusual excitement in the air of the Redneck Arena tonight because the main event is a tag match that features four unknown wrestlers.  Usually, at least one of the wrestlers has either wrestled here before or is known to the crowd.   But not tonight.

The first team is Jackson and Ryan.  They are friends of B&B and have been training for the last couple of years.  They have avoided most of the usual independent leagues, preferring to train anonymously; so much is unknown about them.  Per B&B, they are a skilled and knowledgeable team and are well-prepared for the Redneck Arena.

Their opponents are Travis and Vince. They are a Canadian tag team that is largely unknown to the vast majority of American fans. The major league they wrestle in includes a lot of sexual activity and domination.  However, they are very skilled pro wrestlers.  This combination makes them almost perfect candidates for action at the Arena.

“And now for our main event of the evening.  First off, let's meet our ref for this match, the infamous “Tits” Taylor.”

Teen Jobber Humiliation III

 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION III

By

Ringdoggg

 

Teen Jobber Part 3

Grocery Store Gangbang

The pain in my head felt like someone was hitting me in the skull with a hammer over and over.  I couldn’t see.  My eyes were closed, and my totally cloudy, super groggy mind could not open them.  I could hear laughter, lots of it.  It was the young male stockers of Evan’s Foods, the grocery store where I worked. 

I was lying spread eagle on the floor of the large stockroom of the store, wearing only a pair of humiliating white cotton underwear briefs with two large pink stripes on the elastic waistband.   The underwear was stuffed with mayonnaise front and back.  A little kid had beaten me up and stripped me down to my humiliating underwear.  Now he had me on the floor, pumping a horrible sleeper hold into me.  I could never take a sleeper. 

Vinny Muscle

 

Vinny Muscle Stallion's Ring 

A new wrestling blogger has arrived on the scene.

Well, sexyaphawrestler has actually been posting on Gaydemon for many years, but now he has decided to turn to the dark side and start his own blog.  I'm looking forward to many new and exciting stories.

Check out his new blog site and let him know what you think of his stories. 

Vinny Muscle Stallion's Ring

A Little Housekeeping

A little housekeeping at the site.  I have gone through and tried to clean up all the author pages, character pages, and series in order pages.  As you may know, any attempt at a good need on Blogger is punished.  Therefore, I had to redo all the links.

So if you find a link that is not working or takes you someplace strange, please leave a comment and I'll fix it.  You can also send me an email at  manglerwrestling@yahoo.com

Thanks,

Campground 2 Butch vs Brice, The Rematch

 

[Much apologies, but Cumface realized that I had published the original match and not the rematch.  So here is the rematch.]

The Campground 2: Day 3

Butch vs Brice, The Rematch

By

The Mangler

The crowd was anxiously awaiting the next match:  Butch vs Brice.  Their first match (see Brice vs Bruce) had ended with everyone unsatisfied, except for Angel and the skinheads.  They were delighted with the results.  Butch and Brice had both demanded that another match be arranged, this time with no “stipulations” attached to it.

“And now, the referee for the Butch vs. Brice Showdown, Part Deux, is none other than..”  The announcer stretched out the silence until the crowd started screaming and yelling obscenities in his direction.  “The impeccably honest and fair ----- Aaaangeeell.”

As Angel walked out of the tent and toward the ring, the crowd was going batshit crazy.  He was the bastard who had screwed them out of a finish to the first match.  And no one thought that Brice and Butch would agree to him doing this match.  Angel mainly ignored the crowd except for a single “fuck you” hand signal.

He wore standard ref attire—a black and white striped shirt, pants, and shoes. People were not only surprised that he was the ref but also surprised at how he was dressed.

To answer the shouts and insults from the crowd, the announcer continues.  “Angel was the referee requested by both Butch and Brice.”  Now, the crowd was perplexed.  Angel slid into the ring and walked to the middle, awaiting the wrestlers.

A Blast From The Past

A Blast From The Past

I was going through some old wrestling materials when I came across my copies of BG Wrestling Combat. That was a newsletter that BG sent out. It contains some wrestling miscellaneous, including some photos, a wrestling story, and some drawings. The drawing below was (and still is) one of my favorites and inspired many a fantasy. This was published in 1986.

And this was another one I loved. 

 

So you can blame BG and Brooklyn Joe for my heel bent !!

Mangler's Wrestling Blog Anniversay

 

Blog Anniversary

(random ramblings from the Mangler)

Today is the 5th anniversary of the rebirth of the Mangler Wrestling site.

You have Alex Miller (The Cave) to thank for that and I truly appreciate him for it.  While I was reading his site in 2020, he mentioned (The Cave: Firsts) that one of my stories, ( A Family Affair), was the first wrestling story he read, and he had many complimentary things to say.  Interestingly enough, he had some parts of the story he really didn't like (referred to them as yucky), but he mentioned what he did like: is so not my personal taste but the inter-character dynamics got me through that.

I found (and still find) that sentence very interesting. I think inter-character dynamics were the least successful part of my early stories, and while my newer ones are better, I still find them lacking. Alex does a way better job of that, and that is one reason I enjoy his stories so much. He brings his characters to life.

Teen Jobber Humiliation II

 

Jobber Billy's torment continues. 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION II

By

Ringdoggg

I woke up in my dressing room, lying on the table.  My head felt like it was going to explode.  My fat penis was still hard as a rock sticking up in the air, out of my pink speedos.  I had passed out before I squirted sperm in front of the massive audience, and I was brought back to the good guy’s locker room on a stretcher.  Not squirting in public was a pathetic victory, but it was something.

My name is Billy Simpson, and I’m a small 165-pound professional wrestler.  The promoter in the fed is trying to turn me into a total jobber boy and he took a big step toward success tonight as I just suffered what could be one of the most humiliating matches in the history of wrestling.  After being beaten to a pulp and not having any offense at all, my fat penis hardened and stuck up out of my trunks in plain view of the crowd.  They showed close-ups of it on the huge jumbotron screens.  My only victory at all was not to have squirted against my will.

Marshall/Cumface vs B&B

Marshall & Cumface Vs B&B

By

The Mangler

In the Redneck Arena

“I’ll be damned if I ref that match,” Taylor said.

“What’s the problem?” the commissioner asked.

“What’s the problem?  What’s the fucking problem?  Did you see what those two sons of a bitch did to me the last time I refed for them?” Taylor asked. (see B vs B)

The commissioner smiled as he said, “Well, yes, I did. And the fans loved it.”

“Well, I fucking didn’t,” Taylor huffed.

Teen Jobber Humiliation I

 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION

By

Ringdoggg

Throughout the years, many authors have put wrestling stories up on the net in various places.  Unfortunately, many of those stories have been lost or disappeared over time.  One of my favorite authors used the name Ringdogggg.  

Ringdogggg wrote over-the-top jobber abuse and humiliation stories.  The action was unrealistic and sometimes horrifying.  However, if you were willing to suspend disbelief and accept the stories for what they were, they were very satisfying, especially to those of us who take the sides of the heels.  I lost many of those stories due to computer problems and have been unable to find them on the net.

Gauntlet III Marshall vs The Executioner

 

The Gauntlet III:

Marshall vs The Executioner

By

The Mangler

Marshall limped through the curtain to the back as the announcer announced the second wrestler for the next match. He ignored the argument between Wiley and the league official, Walker, which was taking place in the aisle of the arena. 

The next two wrestlers were well-matched, so Marshall figured the match would go its full length. He had 20-30 minutes to prepare for his final bout against The Executioner, so he thought a quick hot shower would help.

No sooner had he walked into the locker room than a pair of arms went around his upper chest and under his arms before lifting up and locking his hand behind his neck, placing him in a perfect full nelson.  Almost instantly, he saw Ash, wearing lightweight boxing gloves, step in front of him and start throwing punches into his abs.  

Each punch echoed with a “splat” and the explosion of sweat droplets that reflected throughout the locker room.  Each blow landed deep into Marshall’s already worked-over abs and felt like a semi driving through him.  Ash quickly fell into a routine as he was used to using Marshall’s abs as his personal speed punching bag.  Tonight, he was trying to see how hard he could hit.  Marshall had almost no chance at defending himself other than trying to tense his abs, which was not very effective after the abuse from his first two matches.

The blows went on for a little over a full minute—a lifetime as you were getting your abs destroyed-- before a loud whistle was heard.