Disastrous Debut

 

Disastrous Debut

By

The Mangler

Trevor bounced around the ring with excitement. Tonight was his and Barron’s official debut as a tag team. Trevor had been competing in singles matches for about three years and quickly became a fan favorite, achieving great success and climbing the ranks. Barron had joined the league roughly a year ago and was rapidly accepted by the fans as well. They started watching each other’s backs and helping out when needed. After teaming up a few times, they decided to compete officially as a duo. They've been practicing together for about six weeks and are now ready to make their debut.

They couldn’t have asked for a better team to start against, as they were new to the league and wrestling in general; their reputation was that of a young, inexperienced team with heart. They called themselves The Punksters and consisted of Rebel and Sk8ter. The Punksters matched their name and age. Their faces had that rough teenage look, and neither could be considered particularly handsome. They weren’t unattractive, but plain and still showing signs of acne. They stood at 5’6” and 5’7” tall, respectively, and both weighed between 140 and 150 pounds. They had a manager named Vandal, who was about the same size. The Punksters wore black singlets and sleeveless gloves. The manager dressed in all black, resembling a goth.

In contrast, Barron and Trevor looked almost the complete opposite. Barron’s physique came from working out at Muscle Beach in Venice, California, giving him the classic beach boy vibe—standing 6’2” and weighing 230 pounds. Barron was good-looking, with a deep tan and medium-long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Meanwhile, Trevor stood at 6’3” and weighed in at 235 pounds of very muscular, sharply defined muscle. He had planned his bulk and cut so that, on this night, his muscles were proudly on display. You could almost see every muscle fiber, and Trevor was also very handsome with short black hair and movie-star good looks. His upper chest was lightly covered with hair, which tapered into a trail running down into his trunks. He refused to trim his body hair, feeling it made him look more masculine.

The referee for tonight was moderately experienced, and Trevor felt that should be more than enough for this match.

Campground 2: Day 5 Choirboy vs Angel

 

The Campground 2: Day 5

Choirboy vs. Angel

By

The Mangler

The previous day

Choirboy had watched Angel take revenge on Cumface.  He was actually quite impressed with the match and the aftermath.  In truth, Angel was one of the few people Choirboy had qualms about and maybe even a little fear of.  

He was known as a very demanding and brutal top. Interestingly enough, those who sought him out for play never had any complaints. For those who lost stake matches or ended up under his “care,” the reports were mixed. Because of that, Choirboy usually avoided him.

However, Angel had crossed the line here at the campground. He was talking smack about Choirboy.  Telling everyone how he needed Angel’s assistance to beat Spike, and how he wasted his opportunity to teach Spike a real lesson after beating him in their match.

While they were hauling Cumface back to his cabin, Angel was celebrating with his fellow skins. The crowd was beginning to disperse when Choirboy pushed several of the skins away and approached Angel, causing everyone to turn toward the confrontation.

“Alright, you little shit.  I need you to stop talking smack about me,” Choirboy demanded as hegot nose to nose with him.  Sensing a major confrontation coming, a murmur of excitement moved through the crowd.

Sam/Eric vs Bill/Joel

Sam/Eric vs Bill/Joel

A Father/Son Misadventure

By

The Mangler

“I think I’m ready, Dad,” Eric said as he crawled between the ring ropes and leaped to the floor.

“I have to agree with him,” Aaron said as he approached the father/son duo.  “I’ve been training for a long time, and I think he has what it takes.  Reminds me in many ways of a young you,” he said to Sam.

“Okay, okay, okay.  You two are like a dog with a bone.  You’ve been harassing me for a couple of weeks about this.”  Sam was a professional wrestler of great renown.  He had been in the business for 20+ years and had won championship belts as a single, a tag team, a 3-person team, and an intergender team with his wife, Flo.  Flo had died in a traffic accident 2 years ago, so she wouldn’t get to see her firstborn’s success in the business.

Since he could remember, Eric knew he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps.  To that end, he had been playing sports since t-ball, concentrating on playing strength sports and wrestling at all levels.  You could tell he had started weight training earnestly in high school.  He stood 5’11” tall and weighed just under 200 pounds.  Every muscle was well developed, from his biceps to his abs.  Most people thought his abs were the most impressive.  You could see every striation in the muscles at all times.  He didn’t have to be pumped or dehydrated.

Montgomery vs Scum

[This is vintage Mangler.  As such, it is more intense and more violent than some of my more recent offerings.  Hope you enjoy it.]

 Montgomery vs. Scum

By

The Mangler

To say there was no love lost between the two combatants for the next match would be the understatement of the century.  These two had battled it out in almost every conceivable type of match and still had not resolved their issues.  Scum was particularly known for rule-breaking and deviousness, but Montgomery had learned and also had his fair share of deceit.  Scum had won most of the matches, not based on skill, but by cheating.  Several matches had ended when the time expired.  Monty was close to winning in all of these matches, but time “expired.”  Monty felt he was cheated in each instance – and he was.  Time was called early, but Monty couldn’t prove it.

Scum’s posse was known as Skid Row Scum (see Champ’s Mistake) and contained him and two of his fellow skinheads, Skid and Row.  Montgomery was initially a solitary wrestler (why did it take so long for faces to figure out they needed backup?) but had recently been backed up by some other faces trying to slow down Skid Row Scum.  In matches against Scum, Monty was more willing to use heel tactics.

Rocky vs Freddie

 

[This takes up immediately after Kayden vs Rocky]

Rocky vs Freddie

By

The Mangler

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Rocky fumed as he went into the locker room.

“You mean Kayden?” Stone asked.

“Oh, hell no. I’m talking about that fucking traitor Fredick.”

“I think he goes by Freddie now, but traitor?”

“Yeah, I have been supportive of him and his career.  He was a cocky, arrogant bastard who wasn’t liked by a lot of people, and I always stood by him.  He gets fucked by Ash and Kayden in a Tag Team match, and all of a sudden, he is cheating for them.  AGAINST ME.  No fucking body does that and gets away with it.”  Rocky slammed his hand against the locker, causing it to ring out throughout the locker room.

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.”