Theo's Debut

 

Theo’s Debut

By

The Mangler

Theo stood in the dressing room looking around and smiling because he had made it to the big league in wrestling – the UWA. His real name was Theodore Algenon Gould.  He was the second child of the immensely rich and powerful Paul Gould.  Just like his older brother Marshall, he had gone into professional wrestling and his father had agreed “as long as you do not embarrass the Gould name.”  Marshall had failed spectacularly at that task which caused Theo to smile every time he thought of it.  [see Marshall’s Revenge].  His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the door and the entrance of the leader of the Heel Faction, The Executioner.

The Executioner looked at Theo.  “Remember, this match is going to determine if you are invited to be a member of the Heel Faction or not.  Your actions towards you brother have given you this opportunity and your minor league wrestling has been good, but this is the big time and it needs to be fucking great.  Fuck up this match and you’re just a fucking loser like your brother.”

The Campground: Exit Day

 

[Here is the final of Leather Week at the campground.  Only took nearly two years in real time.  Don't worry, the 2nd Annual Leather Week will be debuting shortly.  Hope you have enjoyed these adventures.]

The Campground: Exit Day

By

The Mangler

 Chad and Brice sat in the rockers on the porch drinking coffee while watching Dan load up the SUV.  Both were wearing tight jeans, leather vests, and boots.  Dan was still wearing his bondage items, steel collar, tit clamps, ball stretcher with 10-pound weight, ankle cuffs with long chain between and wrist cuff.  His piss gag had been replaced with a ball gag.  He had stopped complaining when Brice had threatened to return him to Tank and the Demons.  He would later hopefully add leather shorts when they were ready to leave.

After packing up the cabin and loading the SUV, Dan knelt on the ground near Chad and Brice watching all the people around him leaving the campgrounds.  Many had come over to see what retribution he was going to face, but moved on once they realized nothing was happening  He heard the door next door open and turned to see Bully come out and begin to load that cabin’s SUV.  He was soon accompanied by Wrestledaddy.  Both of them were naked except for Bully’s piercings and Wrestledaddy’s chastity cage.  After the loading was completed, Bully came out of the cabin, now wearing a pair of tight leather shorts.  He walked over to the trio.

The Little Colonel's Bad Advice Consequences

 

[No wrestling in this one, but for your Christmas enjoyment, here is the rest of the fallout from Dan's last bout.  Hope you enjoy]

The Little Colonel’s Bad Advice:

Consequences

By

The Mangler

 Chad was kneeling in the dirt being face fucked by another random cock. Initially he tried to keep track so that he could get some payback, but by this time he couldn’t.  He had lost count.  He felt like his mouth was going to taste like cum forever.  The one thing he did know is that Cumface Dan was going to pay and pay bigtime.

After the cock had ejaculated and been removed, he was ordered to stand as his next ride was ready.  Dan was a tall bear of a man.  He stood at 6’7 and weighed over 300 pounds.  He was barrel chested and was covered in a layer of hair.  He obviously took care of his body.  Even flaccid his cock was 8 inches and thick.  It was also uncircumcised.

The Little Colonel's Bad Advice

 The Little Colonel’s Bad Advice:

(Cumface Dan vs Tank)

By

The Mangler

 Dan was wandering the campground, dressed in only workout shorts so his fine physique was on full display, when he ran into Tank, the leader of the Demons.  Tank was 45 years old, 6’1” tall and weighed in at 210 pounds.  He wasn’t gym muscle defined, but muscled from hard work.  He was wearing the Demon motorcycle vest, which showed off his hairy chest and multiple tattoos covering his arms and chest, and a pair of old distressed jeans.  His chest and arms were covered with tattoos.  He had a goatee and mustache.

“Nice showing on that last match.  A little deviousness in you after all.”

“Well, I’m learning a lot being here and at the Arena.”

“Maybe it’s time to take it to the next level.”

“What do you mean?”

“Time to try a different match style.  I would propose a submission match where the winner determines the terms.”

“How does that work.”

“Suppose you had me in a hold that I wanted to submit to.  You would tell me what terms you would be willing to accept to allow me to submit.  If I said no the match continues, even if I do submit it is not valid.”

Marshall's Revenge

 [This story is a 'throw back' story.  It is in the style of some of the original Mangler stories and is thus more brutal and more intense than some of the newer stories.  Let me know if you like it or not.]

Marshall’s Revenge

By

The Mangler

Marshall Winston Gould, IV seemingly had it all.  Money (he was a trust fund baby), Smarts (top of class in high school and college), athletic ability (star quarterback Division I), looks (considered extremely handsome), and fitness.  He stood 5’11” tall, weighed 200 pounds, 4% body fat and shredded so that you could almost see every muscle fiber.  His abs were an 8 pack and rock hard. 

Wrestling was his chosen profession and he excelled at it.  That is until he came to the Universal Wrestling Association.  Here he had no wins in the 9 months that he had been here and was very frustrated.  How did he end up in this situation?

Marshall had been recruited to the association by his college teammate Wiley and the other faces in the league.  Over the last couple of years, a faction had developed known as the Heel Faction (why not call yourself what you are) and they were running rampant through the league and had essentially taken over.  They would use just about any trick or tactic to win.  Wiley knew that they needed some new blood, knew that Marshall was talented and knew he loved a good challenge so he was fairly easy to convince.  Marshall’s downfall had been his mouth and his confidence.

Jekyll Island Fights: Tag Team Action

 

Jekyll Island Fights:

Tag Team Action

By

The Mangler

Sherman and Mr. Peabody  parked in the soccer complex parking lot.  They got out of their car, grabbed their gym bags and water bottles and walked over the boardwalk and down onto Glory beach.  Once arriving they heard a loud thud and looked south where they could see the wrestling ring and realized that a match was in progress.  The audience was small but very vocal.  They looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and headed in that direction.

“And that ladies and gentlemen concludes the official matches for tonight.  However, if you wish to stay around, you can watch a couple of college tag teams battle for bragging rights over each other.”

The Techies (Georgia Tech students) had just arrived when they heard the announcement and looked at each other.  They hadn’t really expected much of a crowd but were pleased.  They noticed Stewart off to the side talking with Mikey and headed in that direction.

Jekyll Island Fights: The Consequences

 [no wrestling in this one, but consequences from the last fight and the setup for the next one.]

Jekyll Island Fights:

The Consequences

By

The Mangler

Jerry was splayed out on the bed.  His wrists were cuffed to the headboard, his feet to the footboard, and he had a blindfold on..  He was completely naked.  As Stewart walked out of the bathroom, Jerry said “Didn’t know you were into such kinky stuff Stewie baby.”

“Oh, this is special just for you.”  With that he sprayed shaving cream over the chest, abs and pubs of his tied-up best friend.  As he spread the cream around he said, “Besides, you lost the bet and now is the time to pay the piper, or in this case the razor.”  He then brandished an old-fashioned disposable razor he had purchased last night.”

Jekyll Island Fights: The Beginning

Jekyll Island Fights:

The Beginning

By

The Mangler

Jekyll Island, a barrier island off the coast of Georgia, is limited by state law in the number of acres that can be developed.  Therefore, it not as developed or as busy as other beach locations.  Because of this, it is not high on the list of college spring break vacations as there are not enough bars and night activities.  The beaches are mostly open and undeveloped.   Many families do go there for the smaller crowds and slightly more relaxed atmosphere.

However, some college people do stay there for the quiet relaxing atmosphere and travel over to St. Simons for the more raucous aspects of spring break.  Jerry and Stewart were two such college students and were staying at Jerry’s parents’ condo at the beach.  It was an ocean front condo in the section known as The Cottages and since Jerry’s parents owned it, staying there was free. 

The beach was actually one long continuous beach that was 10 miles long but was known by various names at different locations.  The condo was located on the northern end of the island and as such, the beach was very dependent on the tide schedule.  At high tide, there was no beach and at low tide a fairly large beach.  Fortunately, at the middle and southern ends of the island there was always beach available.  So, beach activity at the condo wasn’t continuous and had to be well timed.

JSWA Event Two: Match # 4

 

JSWA Event 2 Match 4:

Break Match: Ty vs. "Dozer"

After about ten minutes in which the crowd moved around, hitting up bathrooms and stepping out for cigarettes, George called a very unready Ty back to the ring.

"Our next match is a submission-break match. This means that if either man submits, the match does not end, but goes on, after a two-minute break, until a pin or some other form of elimination happens. The underdog in this match, at 145 pounds, TY!" The crowd went nuts for Ty as he came back to the ring in his black and gold singlet, though he winced with almost every serious breath.

"And his opponent, a powerful man at 326 pounds, DOZER!" Dozer came to the ring in black trunks, his bare chest and broad shoulders looking huge as he stepped over the ropes and prepared to square off with Ty. After the bell rang, as they circled, the big man said, "I hear you're tough, you can take a lot."

JSWA Event 2: Match # 3

 

JSWA Event 2 Match 3:

Dane vs. "Dirty" Harry and "BAM" Whitman

Interlude: "Dirty" and BAM before their match (MS and Lineman)

In the Cruiserweight/Heavyweight locker room, Harry and BAM were getting pumped for their match against Dane, who had already gone out to be ready for his entrance.