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.

Teen Jobber Humiliation II

 

Jobber Billy's torment continues. 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION II

By

Ringdoggg

I woke up in my dressing room, lying on the table.  My head felt like it was going to explode.  My fat penis was still hard as a rock sticking up in the air, out of my pink speedos.  I had passed out before I squirted sperm in front of the massive audience, and I was brought back to the good guy’s locker room on a stretcher.  Not squirting in public was a pathetic victory, but it was something.

My name is Billy Simpson, and I’m a small 165-pound professional wrestler.  The promoter in the fed is trying to turn me into a total jobber boy and he took a big step toward success tonight as I just suffered what could be one of the most humiliating matches in the history of wrestling.  After being beaten to a pulp and not having any offense at all, my fat penis hardened and stuck up out of my trunks in plain view of the crowd.  They showed close-ups of it on the huge jumbotron screens.  My only victory at all was not to have squirted against my will.

Marshall/Cumface vs B&B

Marshall & Cumface Vs B&B

By

The Mangler

In the Redneck Arena

“I’ll be damned if I ref that match,” Taylor said.

“What’s the problem?” the commissioner asked.

“What’s the problem?  What’s the fucking problem?  Did you see what those two sons of a bitch did to me the last time I refed for them?” Taylor asked. (see B vs B)

The commissioner smiled as he said, “Well, yes, I did. And the fans loved it.”

“Well, I fucking didn’t,” Taylor huffed.

Teen Jobber Humiliation I

 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION

By

Ringdoggg

Throughout the years, many authors have put wrestling stories up on the net in various places.  Unfortunately, many of those stories have been lost or disappeared over time.  One of my favorite authors used the name Ringdogggg.  

Ringdogggg wrote over-the-top jobber abuse and humiliation stories.  The action was unrealistic and sometimes horrifying.  However, if you were willing to suspend disbelief and accept the stories for what they were, they were very satisfying, especially to those of us who take the sides of the heels.  I lost many of those stories due to computer problems and have been unable to find them on the net.

Gauntlet III Marshall vs The Executioner

 

The Gauntlet III:

Marshall vs The Executioner

By

The Mangler

Marshall limped through the curtain to the back as the announcer announced the second wrestler for the next match. He ignored the argument between Wiley and the league official, Walker, which was taking place in the aisle of the arena. 

The next two wrestlers were well-matched, so Marshall figured the match would go its full length. He had 20-30 minutes to prepare for his final bout against The Executioner, so he thought a quick hot shower would help.

No sooner had he walked into the locker room than a pair of arms went around his upper chest and under his arms before lifting up and locking his hand behind his neck, placing him in a perfect full nelson.  Almost instantly, he saw Ash, wearing lightweight boxing gloves, step in front of him and start throwing punches into his abs.  

Each punch echoed with a “splat” and the explosion of sweat droplets that reflected throughout the locker room.  Each blow landed deep into Marshall’s already worked-over abs and felt like a semi driving through him.  Ash quickly fell into a routine as he was used to using Marshall’s abs as his personal speed punching bag.  Tonight, he was trying to see how hard he could hit.  Marshall had almost no chance at defending himself other than trying to tense his abs, which was not very effective after the abuse from his first two matches.

The blows went on for a little over a full minute—a lifetime as you were getting your abs destroyed-- before a loud whistle was heard.

A Mangler Christmas 2024

[To all my heels, jobbers, and versatile, I wish you a Merry Christmas.  I hope that you all enjoy my stories.  An extra special shoutout to those who take the time to comment or offer suggestions.  I truly appreciate those; they let me know if you do or do not like what I am doing.  I hope you all get what you want for Christmas from jolly old Heel Nick.]

   

A Visit from Heel Nick

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house of jobbers,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a sobber;

The slaves were hung by the chimney with care,
Their balls exposed with a flare,

Kayden vs Rocky

 

Kayden vs Rocky

By

The Mangler

As the water from the shower cascaded over his head and down onto his body, he couldn't decide which he liked more – the sheen of sweat after a nice hard gym workout or the feel of the water as it washed the sweat away.  Both were decidedly enjoyable.

Finishing his shower, he toweled off, threw the towel over his shoulder, and strolled out into the locker room and over to his locker.  Several guys cast appreciative glances in his direction as he walked by.

Once at his locker, he dressed in his boxer briefs, skinny jeans, and his pride t-shirt, which was black with a large "S" in rainbow colors.  He struggled a little to get it over his head as the shirt was quite form-fitting, and he was not completely dry.  He heard an erotic sigh come from one of the lockers, which brought a smile to his face.   He turned and looked in the mirror admiring how well the shirt looked on him against his body and short dark hair and short beard.

Gauntlet II Marshall vs Byron

The Gauntlet II:

Marshall vs Byron

By

The Mangler

 

Twenty-five minutes after his match versus Ash, Marshall, having elected to enter the ring first, walked down the aisle to the ring for his match with Byron.  As he walked down, accompanied by Wiley, he continued to stretch out the kinks and pains from his recently completed match against Ash.  His testicles were still tender, so he had elected to wear a small jockstrap to help hold them against his body so they didn't jostle around as much.

After arriving at the ring, Wiley returned up the aisle where he would observe the match.  He didn’t trust the former members of the heel faction.

For this match, Marshall showcased his 5’11”, 200-pound physique with a thin-strapped, low-cut blue singlet that accentuated his well-toned pecs. You could see every striation in his muscles. His signature red kneepads and boots completed his formidable look. As he acknowledged the fans' cheers with smiles and waves, the anticipation in the arena was palpable.

The Campground 2: Day 3 Wrestledaddy vs Slutboy

 

The Campground 2: Day 3

Wrestledaddy vs Slutboy

By

The Mangler

Wrestledaddy, 6’ tall and weighing 250 pounds, walked from the dressing tent to the wrestling ring through the assembled audience.  He was British and in his early 40’s.  His physique could be described as thick but muscular, and he oozed the daddy bear aura.  After their last encounter in the Redneck Arena, he knew that Slutboy and he were both out for blood, so he decided to wear a regular wrestling singlet with a protective cup in place.  The singlet was black, the knee pads and the boots black.  Wrestledaddy slid under the bottom rope, and after giving the ref a fist bump, he walked to the center of the ring.

Spike had been initially scheduled to ref tonight’s match, but after the events of the last few days, he had backed out.  Angel had been the first consideration as a replacement but he deferred and recommended Ace, another skinhead.   Ace was more than happy to oblige. 

Gauntlet I Marshall vs Ash

 

The Gauntlet I:

Marshall vs Ash

By

The Mangler

 

After his treatment by The Executioner, Marshall was adamant that he wanted a match to exact some revenge.  The Executioner knew of his desperation, turned that to his advantage, and agreed to a fight only if Marshall could win a gauntlet series.  That meant Marshall had to fight three matches on the same night.  Between each match would be a 30-minute time-limit match between other wrestlers.  After some negotiations, these terms had finally been agreed to.  In addition, if The Executioner won the match, Marshall agreed to participate in a match of The Executioner’s choosing as long as it was not a handicapped match.