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.

Warehouse Two

 [This is the last of the Warehouse series.  Unfortunately, there is no conclusion to the story]

Warehouse Two
by
Sal Bruno

Right now, it was time to see the last two unchallenged warehouse fighters to the bloodstained floor......." No one in the room had ever thought that Stanhorn would brutalize Jeff so thoroughly in their fight, and their eyes could not help but turn to the handsome but bloody young stud whose face got rammed so thoroughly into the cinder block walls, and whose body was so brutally battered from one end of the room to the next. The scent of the room had changed from pure manscent and testosterone, to include the unmistakable scent of raw flesh, blood and pain. And yet there were one more set of fighters to even out up their fists.... but now their time had come.

Suite and Tie Battle Two

 

Suit and Tie Battle Two
by
Sal Bruno

After watching Tony prance a little after his win, and Frank slowly get up off the floor to wait for his next fight, the next two salesmen turned fighters were next up to fight for the next remaining spot on the sales team. Tom O'Reilly was wearing the cumstained shirt he jerked off in the night before, which reeked of his pit juice and multiple cumloads. He looked over at his opponent, nearly an inch taller and 20 pounds heavier than he, and despite his nervousness, felt the twinge of his balls and the lengthening of his dick as he looked over Sam Reed's body. Each was in a dark single-breasted suit, white shirt, silk tie, each of them custom tailored to their muscular defined frames. Sam had square shaped cufflinks, and Tom, just buttons at the cuff, but in his pocket was a small nail file in case it took a little something extra to win this thing.

Suit and Tie Battle Two (preview)

 

Suit and Tie Battle Two (preview)

by

Sal Bruno

WEDNESDAY NIGHT -- the night before Fight Day Tom O'Reilly never thought he'd be put in this situation, but here he was, less than a day before he had to face Sam Reed to literally battle for his job. It wasn't that Tom couldn’t handle himself. After all, the man was 5'11" of nearly flawless 6% bodyfat perfection. His suits had to be hand-tailored to handle his 46" chest and his 28" waist. His shirts had to be specially measured to handle the flare of his lats tapering down to his narrow and six-packed waistline. His legs were lean, solid and hard.... not huge, but with 25” thighs, he was well-proportioned for his size. As he got home, he thought about what was to come, and his stomach knotted. It wasn’t that Tom couldn't fight.... hell, he loved getting into bar brawls and knocking the shit out of some drunk asshole with a big mouth. He liked the feeling of his fist connecting to a man's face, and the power of busting a guy up and open before mercifully putting him out of his misery.

Warehouse One

 

Warehouse One
by
Sal Bruno

The heat in the windowless room had risen at least ten degrees since the first sales fight took place, and now an hour later, even wearing a t-shirt was too much. So as Steve Stanhorn and Jeff Powell circled each other, Stanhorn raised his hands to the neck of his t-shirt, and in one slow motion, ripped it from collar to bottom seam, slowly revealing the already sweaty mass of muscle that was his chest and abs. Everyone in the room was impressed with this display of muscle, including Jeff, but Jeff couldn't be distracted by the show put on in front of him: he had to keep his head about him and fight.

Suit and Tie Battle One

 

Suit and Tie Battle One
by
Sal Bruno

That night, the men went home and dealt with the sudden pressures put upon them in different ways. Tony Terrelli couldn't stand still......he got home, and without even changing threw his jock, sneaks, sox and shorts along with his tight bag gloves into his gym bag and headed out to the gym. Once there, he relaxed just a little watching the guys in the locker room stripping after and before their workouts. The scent of ripe man pits and jockstraps hit him in the face as he walked in, and he made a mental note to remember to wear his jock to the office in the morning, under his suit, for protection, and some inspiration.

Fighting for your Job --setup

 

Fighting for Your Job -- Setup
by
Sal Bruno

Jack Baker was a successful businessman, building his moderate but financially stable empire on hard work, sweat and determination. Starting out on the streets as a peddler, he knew a man who can sweat and work with his hands is a man who will be employed all his life. It is those prissy boys who started and will end their lives behind a desk, pushing paper, who need to rely on shrinks and pills to keep themselves together. not Jack or his men.... they were set for life.... or so he thought.