The Rematch: Sam/Eric vs Bill/Joel

 

The Rematch

Sam/Eric vs Bill/Joel

A Father/Son Misadventure

By

The Mangler

Sam was a seasoned wrestler and had been training his son, Eric, to compete in professional wrestling matches.  Sam, who stood at 5’11” and weighed 208 pounds, had been in the business for years and was very successful.  He had always wrestled as a “face” or good guy.  His son was also 5’11” but weighed slightly less at 200 pounds. However, his muscular development was much more evident than his father's, as you could practically see every striation, especially in his abs. Sam was also nicknamed the “Energizer Bunny” because he just kept going.

For Eric's professional debut, he teamed up with his father against the heel tag team of Bill/Joel.  Bill and Joel were just beginning to make a name for themselves, and though labeled a “heel” team, they were neither notorious nor over-the-top about it.  That is, until the match with Sam and Eric.  They had isolated Eric using every legal and illegal advantage they could, and proceeded to try to destroy his muscles, especially his abs.  They had succeeded, and Eric had pleaded for them to stop abusing his abs.  Before they had agreed to stop the match, they had even used Sam to provide more abuse to Eric’s abs.

Eric was in rough shape both physically and mentally, but his father and his trainer, Aaron, managed to bring him back to his usual self.  While he had learned a hard lesson about pro wrestling, he had survived it, if only barely.  He soon returned to training matches and a few tag matches, but Sam was careful to make sure their opponents were less experienced. He needed to rebuild Eric’s confidence.

Needless to say, Sam was furious with Bill and Joel’s abuse of his son's body and his mind, but was also highly pissed that they had managed to use him to further the abuse of Eric.  He knew that a reckoning was coming; he just needed to make sure Eric was ready for it.  But he continued to seethe.

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.

Spring Break Nightmare

Spring Break Nightmare

By

The Mangler

The barbell rose slowly to its full height. The muscular arms trembled with the heavy weights. The big 19" biceps bulged as the weights were slowly lowered until coming into contact with the sweating, hairy, shirtless chest. Even more slowly the bar began the final ascent, pausing briefly halfway as the arms and the weights battled for supremacy before the arms won out. The bar was returned to the rack accompanied by a loud grunt and the sweating figure jumped to his full 6'2" height. He turned to check himself in the full-length wall mirror and pumped his right bicep to its full mass. "Look at it and weep, wimps," he called out loud although the room was empty. Just a minor detail of absolutely no importance to Jerry.

He imagined how he would be seen through the video lens of some babe's camera. The video would begin at the feet, noting the new white Reeboks with the short athletic socks running partially up the ankle. As the camera slowly panned up the body it would encounter the shapely hair-covered muscular calves, the muscular defined thighs (product of much jogging and weight work), the sweat-stained grey shorts with the well packed crotch, the jockstrap clearly visible through the clinging material. The camera would linger at this truly awesome site before continuing its upward adventure. It would encompass the narrow 31" waist; the awesome abdomen, each ripped muscle perfectly delineated; and then it would arrive at the chest. The 42" muscle packed wonder that was the envy of every male around. Each pec full, round, covered with curly black hair; the quarter sized areolar with peaked nipple in the middle; a deep valley running between; the powerful biceps caught at the edge of the screen. Slowly the camera would move even higher to show the powerful neck and then caress the handsome face framed by the shoulder length brown hair. In simple terms, 200 lbs. of perfect masculinity.