Drawing courtesy of Marcus at marcuswrest.com
A Blast From The Past
I was going through some old wrestling materials when I came across my copies of BG Wrestling Combat. That was a newsletter that BG sent out. It contains some wrestling miscellaneous, including some photos, a wrestling story, and some drawings. The drawing below was (and still is) one of my favorites and inspired many a fantasy. This was published in 1986.
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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.
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
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.
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.
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.
[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
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.
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
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.