Drawing courtesy of Marcus at marcuswrest.com
By
The Mangler
Punk's Vengeance
By
The Mangler
Scott studied himself in the mirror. “Looking good you stud you”, he said out loud. He had just finished dressing for his match tonight and indeed was looking pretty good. Scott was 36 years old, stood 6'2", weighed in at 230 solid muscular pounds. He had wide shoulders a 46-inch chest which tapered to a 32-inch waist. His wrestling trunks for tonight were black with a bright red strip running from right to left – his “lucky” trunks. His pectoral muscles stood out proud and hard, covered with a thick coat of dark black hair. His nipples were lost in the covering but if they could be seen were quarter sized and very firm. The chest on his hair tapered down to a single line that ran down the abdomen and disappeared into his trunks. Underneath the trunks, the hair splayed out thick and dark. The bulge in his trunks hinted at quite a nice “package” – one which none of his lady friends complained about at all. In two weeks, he would be wrestling for the championship belt. Tonight, he was wrestling in a bout against a young punk by the name of Jace. The match was designed to pump up Scott before the big match and also to put Jace and all the young hot shots in the league back in their places.
Beach Bash
By
The Mangler
The guys of Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE) had initially come to town for spring break – and had a blast. While there, they learned there was a beach wrestling tournament in the city every year in May after most of the crowd had left. In order to compete, each wrestler had to cough up 5000 dollars, but the winner got ALL the money while everyone else got nothing. There were three divisions – 200 - 230#’s, 170- 199#’s and 140-169#’s. After some discussion, the five guys returned to town and had their star wrestler, Matt, enter the tournament. It would be a quick way to pick up some serious cash IF Matt could win – and of that, they had no doubt. Matt stood just a little over 6' tall, weighed in at 210 rock-solid pounds, had a massive upper body that tailored down into a slim waist – and was drop-dead gorgeous as well. Matt had an ego to go with his body, but so far had lived up to it. Matt didn’t have money yet, so each guy agreed to put up 1000 dollars.
They returned to town for the tournament, and as
expected, Matt was the winner. Since ten fighters were in the HW division, he
had won a cool $50,000. Unfortunately, his ego and his friends had put that
money at risk. That’s because the winner of the Lightweight division (Blade –
5'10" tall, 169 pounds, thin, lanky) had started riding Matt almost as
soon as the matches were over about being a pretty boy pussy. This had not set
well with Matt, and a war was brewing. A challenge had been issued and
accepted, Matt versus Blade, with the winner getting ALL the money (which came
out to $80,000 as there had only been six wrestlers in the lightweight
division). Initially, Matt had not wanted to risk the money (although he felt
there was no risk), but his friends had talked him into it since it would be “a
cinch to beat that skinny little nothing.” After negotiating the rules, it was
decided to be an NHB fight to pin or submission.
Spring Break Nightmare
By
The Mangler
The barbell rose slowly to its full height. The muscular arms trembled
with the heavy weights. The big 19" biceps bulged as the weights were
slowly lowered until coming into contact with the sweating, hairy, shirtless
chest. Even more slowly the bar began the final ascent, pausing briefly halfway
as the arms and the weights battled for supremacy before the arms won out. The
bar was returned to the rack accompanied by a loud grunt and the sweating
figure jumped to his full 6'2" height. He turned to check himself in the full-length
wall mirror and pumped his right bicep to its full mass. "Look at it and
weep, wimps," he called out loud although the room was empty. Just a minor
detail of absolutely no importance to Jerry.
He imagined how he would be seen through the video lens of some babe's camera.
The video would begin at the feet, noting the new white Reeboks with the short
athletic socks running partially up the ankle. As the camera slowly panned up
the body it would encounter the shapely hair-covered muscular calves, the
muscular defined thighs (product of much jogging and weight work), the
sweat-stained grey shorts with the well packed crotch, the jockstrap clearly
visible through the clinging material. The camera would linger at this truly
awesome site before continuing its upward adventure. It would encompass the
narrow 31" waist; the awesome abdomen, each ripped muscle perfectly
delineated; and then it would arrive at the chest. The 42" muscle packed
wonder that was the envy of every male around. Each pec full, round, covered
with curly black hair; the quarter sized areolar with peaked nipple in the
middle; a deep valley running between; the powerful biceps caught at the edge
of the screen. Slowly the camera would move even higher to show the powerful
neck and then caress the handsome face framed by the shoulder length brown
hair. In simple terms, 200 lbs. of perfect masculinity.