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.

Trevor vs The Mauler

 

Trevor vs The Mauler

By

The Mangler 

Vandal, The Punksters’ manager, was walking back toward the dressing room after conducting some business with the league's general manager. He stood 5’6” tall and weighed around 150 pounds.  He was dressed in black skaterboy wear.   As he passed one of the security checkpoints at the entrance, he stopped when an audience member walked through the turnstile and headed toward his seat.  What he saw was a 6’1”, 190-pound walking sex machine.  He oozed confidence and sexiness from his every pore. He was wearing a tank top with the Punskters pictured on the back, along with a pair of tight blue jeans, which highlighted his ass to its best advantage.  He had dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, and a silver goatee, all on a handsome face.  He had well-defined 45” Pecs, a narrow, 33” waist, gorgeous biceps, and quads.  His chest and abs were hairless.

Vandal altered his course and “accidentally” ran into the man.

Tag Team Implosion

 

Tag Team Implosion

By

Mangler

 

After a night of awesome wrestling, the crowd was hyped up for the next.  It was a tag team championship battle with the recently crowned champs taking on a smaller, less experienced team.  The champs had defeated the former champions only two weeks ago in an epic battle with a surprise ending.  Steel Vortex, a recently formed tag team composed of Myles and Wesly, was not expected to defeat the older, more experienced heels.  However, they had managed to pull it off to a thunderous ovation from the crowd, as they were one of the local favorites. 

Taking the mic after the win, Myles had proclaimed, “Henceforth, we shall be known as The Reign, as we shall be Champs for a very long time.”  He and Wesley had decided to change their name if they won, and they had.  Thus, The Reign was born.

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.

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.