Drawing courtesy of Marcus at marcuswrest.com
A Blast From The Past
I was going through so many 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.
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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.
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
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.
