B&B versus The Masked Marauders

 

B&B versus The Masked Marauders

By

The Mangler

The commissioner of the Redneck Arena was sitting in his office doing his least favorite thing – going over the financial stuff.  Personally, he didn’t care about that.  As long as he could put on matches and manipulate the wrestlers, he was happy.  The investors, however, were always looking for profits, so, even though the Arena was profitable, he had come up with a couple of ideas about how to make more profit but wasn’t sure if he could pull it off.

He had told his assistant Harry (“who the hell named their kid Harry”) that he wasn’t to be bothered until his meeting after lunch.  His quite was shattered when he heard a big bang in the outer office followed by a loud voice screaming, “I don’t fucking care what anyone told you.  We are here and we don’t fucking wait for anyone or anything.  So, tell that dickwad you work for that we are here.”

The commissioner walked over and opened his door to see Harry pushed back against the wall and being held up about one foot off the floor.  The masked guy holding him had him by the neck.  The guy was much larger than Harry, who was by no means small at 175 pounds.  Harry’s nemesis stood 6’3” and weighed about 260.  The commissioner was excellent at guessing height and weight from years of practice.

Start the Count

[This is something a little different for me.  I have debated back and forth over whether or not to post this, but I have decided to proceed.  The issue for me is that t his is NOT a story I wrote, and is NOT a story one of my other writers wrote.  It is a story that I found on the internet many years ago and found to be hot as hell. It is one of my favorite wrestling stories.  I do not know who the author is so I can't credit him.  While I loved the story, I also "added" something to it when I read it.  I recently have "Manglerized" the story -- i.e. I have edited it to include those additions that I made in my mind.   Today I am publishing the original story as written.  In two weeks, I will publish my "Manglerized" version.  I have always hated it when someone has taken one of my stories and claimed credit for it --either as written of by "editing" it by changing the names of the characters.  I have never objected if someone republished it and gave me credit.  So I find this a little in the "gray" area.  I don't know the author but LOVE the story.  So I am going to publish the original and then the edited version.  Let me know what you think.  ps.  I didn't know that WWE have a match setup similar to this until just recently.  Haven't regularly watched them in years.]

Start the Count

By

Unknown

It was an unusual contest to say the least. The venue was packed with the audience somewhat mystified by the fact that the entrance the wrestlers would take into the arena was protected by a fully enclosed cage and they were going to be watching the match from behind a floor to ceiling glass screen. The reasons why would become apparent.

The Campground: Samson vs Butch

 To the blogger review team:  Many of my posts are suddenly saying that they are being placed behind a warning for containing sensitive content.  The ENTIRE blog is behind the adult setting with a sensitivity content.  Is this a second layer or something??  Most all of my posts would fit this description.  Is there something else I should be doing??]

The Campground:

Samson vs Butch

By

The Mangler 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Samson screamed.      

“You are my problem, jackass,” Butch replied.

The two were standing nose to nose in the middle of the Campground wrestling area.  They were surrounded by a large collection of men in various stages of undress, men in leather from a simple cockring all the way up to full leather coverage, men in rubber suits, skinheads in their kits, men in preppy clothes, and men in nothing.  There were also several members of the Demons, a local motorcycle club which Butch belonged to.

The New Job

 

The New Job

By

Gym Dude

I’ve always been a believer that Life Is Good!  Growing up, I worked hard in school and at sports.  I was never the best student but I was OK.  I wrestled in high school but didn’t win a lot.  At state college I made the football team but mostly played ‘bench’.

I was lucky to get a decent job right out of school and learned enough to start my own business.  It was hard work but eventually I started earning a fairly decent living.  My company required a lot of time and attention so outdoor activities, sports, the gym all began to fall by the wayside.  I have to admit that my weight began to climb, finally hitting around 190 which is a bit much on a 5’10 frame.  It’s embarrassing that my 36” belt is getting too tight.  I can’t even bear to look at that lean 167 pound frame in my high school yearbook wrestling picture.  I could even see decent abs then, but I guess that’s what happens when you see a birthday cake with 37 candles on it.  It’s shocking.

The Campground Matches: Spike and the Patriot vs Wrestledaddy

 

The Campground Matches:

Spike and The Patriot vs Wrestledaddy

By

The Mangler

The crowd was waiting for the next match.  In many arenas, they would be restless awaiting the next combatants.  But as they were at The Campground for leather and fetish week, they found ways to distract themselves.  Mainly other audience members.

Finally, a loud squeal came out of the speakers.  “Sorry guys.  Now for our next match, which is a handicapped match, let’s give a big welcome to the schmuck who agreed to ref this, the Choirboy.”  Choirboy walked out of the tent leading a heavily bound Kyle.  This was his standard uniform at the Campground.  He led Kyle to a group of friends, handed off the leash, smacked him on the ass, and went down to the ring wearing the ref striped leather vest.  He was also wearing a bright red jockstrap, pair of leather chaps and black wrestling boots.  The crowd was cheering as they knew that when reffing at the campground, he could be a good ref, an indifferent ref, or a bad ref.  Depended on what he hoped was going to happen in the ring.  He nodded at Chad, Brice, and a totally naked Dan as he walked by.   While Chad and Brice were sitting in chairs, Dan was kneeling on the grass with his knees spread wide.

Resolving Differences

 

Resolving Differences

By

Gym Dude

I manage a crew of men at a warehouse.  These guys are typically in their late teens or early twenties and strong athletic guys.  Let’s face it, while many of these men are fairly bright, they weren’t hired for their brains.

Jerry has always been one of my best workers.  He is 21 and stands a little over 6 feet tall and weighs around 195.  A standout baseball player in high school, he still trains and maintains a lean, hard and strong body.  We belong to the same gym and I’ve seen him lift so I know the kid is uncommonly strong.  I’ve seen him outside catching some rays during a break and couldn’t help but notice that this kid’s body is nicely ripped.  No matter how hard we’re working I never see him look tired.  The guy is even tempered and always quick with a joke.  He is one of the most liked and most respected of my crew.  Which is why I was so amazed when I overheard him say he was going to get into it with one of my new hires.

Samson vs Skull: First Encounter

 (This is the match that led to the creation of the Redneck Arena.  It has only been hinted at in previous stories,  but the urge came over me to write it.   While it was the third story written,  it is actually the first story of the trilogy )

Samson vs Skull:

First Encounter

By

The Mangler

The crowd was being a little rowdy, but nothing unusual for the Universal Wrestling League.  And nothing that The Demons, a local motorcycle and leather club, couldn’t handle.  The first two matches had gone off well and the announcer was getting ready for the next match.

“Our first contestant is a hometown favorite that is looking forward to another raucous win.  Standing at 5" 11" and 225 pounds, here is Skkkullll."  Skull, a member of the Demons, walked out to loud cheers and applause from the local hometown crowd. 

Another Perspective

 

Mang, some time ago I was in contact with Calif. Kid about his first story "Miami Fight Club" which I thought was a really good story. He sent it to me before posting it and I suggested beefing up the fight scenes. He suggested I do that myself. I think I have found an avenue to do that while maintaining integrity with the original author. Here is my view from ....

Another Perspective (See Miami Fight Club by California Kid) With permission of original author.

Another Perspective

by
Gym Dude

You’ve seen the bumper sticker, “Shit Happens” and sometimes it even happens to ME. I just don’t understand it. I mean, I’m the kind of guy who is supposed to have everything go my way. Growing up on the farm in Nebraska was great with lots of hard work in the sunshine followed by plenty of good food. Guys like me grow up big and strong. The sun lightened my hair and tanned my body to the point that the girls couldn’t keep their hands off me. My high school years were the kind of thing most guys only read about. Playing football and wrestling meant that I just about lived in the weight room and my body showed it. Big, blond and ripped, who could ask for more?

Wrestle-Mania

 

Wrestle-Mania

by

Gym Dude

Rick Stevens or as he is also known, 'Rock Hard Rick', is about the closest thing to a 'work of art' you'll ever find on two legs. This kid, or MAN to be more precise, is what most people consider "perfect", that is if you're not counting personality. As sometimes happens when things come your way too easily, they don't get appreciated. Rick is a perfect example. Hi

Bodybuilders Destruction -- The Replay

 

Bodybuilder’s Destruction --The Replay:

Todd versus Brett

By

The Mangler 

Todd looked in the mirror and still loved the image staring back at him.  He had short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a slightly unshaven face.  It made him look sexier and more intimidating.  At least he thought it did.  He was classically handsome and had no shortage of admirers, both male and female.  He stood 5’8” tall and weighed 205 pounds – all of it muscles and all of it tanned.  Gym workouts were his reason to be alive and they had helped him to pack on an additional 10 pounds since his and Brett’s last encounter.  He was looking forward to tonight in order to regain some measure of retribution from his opponent.  His previous match with Brett had not ended well – at least for him (see Bodybuilder's Destruction).