Lord ﹠ Lady Darcy's Fight Club

Lady_Darcy: Backstage I am ready to announce the main event tonight....

Lady_Darcy: I strut out into the warehouse where Lord & Lady Darcy's Fight Club matches are held holding a microphone and receive a loud cheer from the crowd. I make my way to the ring and climb up the steps and duck through the ropes into the ring...

Lady_Darcy: I look around the crowd and raise the microphone to my mouth... "Welcome to tonights'... MAIN EVENT..." The crowd cheers. "This is a match for the... MEN'S NO HOLDS BARRED DIVISION TITLE..." The crowd cheers again. "It is a... FIGHT TO THE FINISH... WINNER BY KNOCKOUT ONLY!..." Again the crowd cheers. "Introducing first... THE DEFENDING CHAMPION... Standing at 5'7" tall and weighing in at 240lbs... from LONDON, ENGLAND here is.... LORD... DARCY!!!!...."

Lord_Darcy: I have been waiting backstage...

... my title defenses have been few, and I recently issued an open challenge, the first of which I successfully defended against the surprise challenge from the 'Picture Perfect Princess' Elle, but this challenge from The Mangler is a bigger and more dangerous challenge. As my wife completes her announcement I strut out into the warehouse, arms aloft looking for cheers from the crowd, only to be surprised by a chorus of boo's, I am guessing The Mangler has flown in his fan club. Waving off the booing fans I make my way to the ring and climb the ring steps, ducking through the ropes and making my way to my corner of the ring, where I lean back and await my opponent...

Lady_Darcy: "And now... please welcome... THE CHALLENGER... all the way from BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA,.... he stands 5'9" tall and weighed in at 271lbs... the self-proclaimed... ''CANADIAN CRIPPLER''... here is... THE... MANGLER!!!!..."

The_Mangler: I come to the fight club having just won a mixed title vs Carmen the Sinful Sister in a gruelling painful bout.  But I have made my way over to England after doing some touring. But now I'm here looking to take Darcy's title from him.   In my red tights black mask and boots.  I hear my name being called I come walking out ..  looking around...I stare coldly at my opponent. It’s been a while, but we have fought each other before and now we're gonna get reacquainted. Climbing up the ropes and through I take my corner... looking right at my opponent.

Lady_Darcy: I strut over to the Mangler... "Looking good there Mangler... (smiles)... need to check you for weapons..." I start to run my hands over you.

The_Mangler: I stand there... staring at my opponent coldy .... darkly.... not acknowledging his wife, I just wait for the bell...

Lord_Darcy: I charge across the ring and push my wife aside... "HEY... WHAT'S GOIN' ON 'ERE!!..." I poke you in the chest... "I know your... ''reputation''... mate... and you... STAY AWAY... from my wife...GOT IT!!..."

The_Mangler: I look at the finger of my opponent.....look up at him at his wife....then back at I'm...."Maybe you need to learn how to control your woman?"

Lord_Darcy: As you sneer back at me "Maybe you need to learn how to control your woman?" I lose it... "Maybe I need to whup your ass!!!..." and I launch a series of punches, left and right hooks, at you... my big body wobbling as I slap at you...

The_Mangler: Taking the punches, left and right, surprise attack. He catches me off guard as I fall backwards on the ropes... hanging with my right hand, on the top rope...but looking waiting for an opening…

Lady_Darcy: "Whoa!..." I am pushed aside, and the fight starts... Quickly I duck through the ropes and out of the ring... "Ring the bell... ring the bell..." I squeal... DING!!... DING!!... DING!!...

Lord_Darcy: I hurl left and right hooks at you, smacking into your head and sending your big body back onto the ropes... the bell rings and I immediately move in towards you, looking to grab the top rope with both hands and send my left knee flying up into your big belly as you hang on the ropes...

The_Mangler: My body warbles as your huge knee drives up and into my body.   I double over leaning on you as the strike dives all air out of my body.   I end up sitting on the middle rope.   Breathing heavily...and in trouble ...

Lord_Darcy: My knee smashes into your gut, driving the air out of you and collapsing you down into a sitting position on the middle rope... I release the top rope and now grab hold of your mask with both hands and wrench you off the ropes with a snap mare towards the center of the ring...

The_Mangler: Up and over I go.... landing on the ring boards.  The whole ring shakes as I land on my back. Momentum carries me forward ...for a moment, then I fall on my back...looking up at the lights ....my whole body heaves after the sneak attack.   I try and roll to my side.   I'm in pain...but I'm waiting for my opponent....

Lord_Darcy: I grab your mask and hurl you off of the ropes with a snap mare, sending you big body up and over and crashing down onto the canvas with a loud... THUD!!... you roll over a couple of times onto your back, belly up... I back up into the ropes, springing off them I run at you, my big body shaking and wobbling as I charge... I jump into the air, aiming to belly splash down on top of you...

The_Mangler: Now... I hear the boot steps and feel the ring boards shake... I know what's coming.... instinctively I roll out of the way...hoping that you do the splash that I assume is coming but connecting only with the mat...

Lord_Darcy: As I jump into the air... you roll to your side... "NOOOOO!!!...." I shout as I splash down... belly first into the canvas with a loud... SPLATTTT!... my gut taking the full impact, I roll onto my back, my arms clutched around my belly.... moaning and groaning...

The_Mangler: The ring, reverberates with your impact, I smirk and wink at Lady as I roll to my knees. I hold my gut Still sore, from his earlier attack.   I get up move quickly to my opponent and unleash a barrage of three boot stomps aimed at the small of his back.   With this I hope to begin wearing him down.

Lord_Darcy: The impact of the missed belly splash knocked the wind out of me and I rolled onto my back clutching my gut, then roll onto my side as I reach out for the bottom rope with my right hand to try and pull myself up but... ARRRGH!!... I am stomped on the back... ARRRGH!!.. another stomp... ARRRGH!!.. another... but I keep going and reach out to grab the middle rope with my left hand to pull myself up using the ropes...

The_Mangler: No one is arguing that he's a tough son of a bitch.  But it's my job to soften up his toughness.   This is gong to be a rough NHB match at the end of it.  As he climbs the ropes, I grab his mask lift him to his feet.  And I look him in the eyes and try to poke him with my first two fingers in a V shape… in his eyes ...

Lord_Darcy: As I pull myself up on the ropes, I suddenly get some... unwanted help... as you grab my mask and pull me up over the ropes...

... then you turn me around and... ARRRRRRGGHHH!!!... I scream as you jab your fingers in a V through the eye holes of my mask and into my eyes... my hands come up to my face mask covering my eyes and I stamp my right boot on the canvas in agony as I lean back on the ropes temporarily blinded...

The_Mangler: The satisfaction that comes from hurting another person is so satisfying.   As you scream out in pain.  I take your arm and whip you across the ring.  One arm dragging your arm one arm on your back.  Attempting to whip you across to the ropes...where I'll be waiting for you when he comes back...

Lord_Darcy: Unable to see I am easy prey, you grab my arm and send me running blindly across the ring to the far ropes, through my blurred vision I can just see the ropes and can twist and hit them with my back. The ropes creak and bow outwards under my 240lbs of big body, sending me running back into the ring towards you my big belly bouncing as I run...

The_Mangler: As my big opponent runs across the ring.   He the ring shakes and vibrates...so when he rebounds off the ropes.  I go back to my college football days.  And drop my shoulder and look to give him a shoulder tackle right in the middle of his chest.......   Wanting to put him flat on his back.  It will set up some good offense later on…

Lord_Darcy: Unable to properly see I can only make out a large blob hurtling towards me, but I work it out when your shoulder smashes into my chest... URFFF!!... I grunt loudly as the impact of your large body into my chest brings me to and instant stop, my arms flying outwards, and my head backwards as my body arches and I go falling down onto the canvas on my back, big belly up, arms and legs spreadeagled... Urrrr.... I moan and groan as I start to squirm on the canvas in a vague effort to get up...

Nathan_gingerbread: “Let’s go big man ... bigger man ... biggest man!”

Carolsingapore76: “Wow what a battle! Come on Mangler!!”

The_Mangler: Now I look down on my flattened opponent.... I drop to my knees, and I look around the arena. And then back down at my opponent, I raise my hand and…

… try to apply an Iron claw to his head. Thumb on one temple and forefinger on other covering up his eyes if I am fortunate....

Lord_Darcy: Gasping for air after the impact of the shoulder block sent me down onto my back on the canvas, I am squirming, trying to get up when a... large... dark object starts coming down from above... "Whoa??..." I ask as a hand suddenly covers my face and my vision... "Noo... NO..." I bleat... as the IRON CLAW locks onto my head... ARRRRGHH!!... I scream kicking my feet up and down on the canvas as you squeeze on my head... my hands come up and grab your wrists to try and lessen the effect... ARGGHH... ARRGGHH... I scream and kick my feet on the canvas...

Josh_The_Submission_Superman: “Hot!”

Carolsingapore76: Biting my nails!

The_Mangler: GRAHHHHHHHH synching in the claw I pour pressure onto my opponents’ cranium. This can be a blinding pain.  I need to keep the pressure on him extracting pain...and wearing him down all the time.   But I'm keeping one eye on his meddling wife...

Lady_Darcy: I look concerned... the audience are all so engrossed in the fight... no one has been to the concession stands!... All that overpriced beer and popcorn is unsold :(

Josh_The_Submission_Superman: “You got him Mangler!!”

Nathan_gingerbread: “Stay on him Mangler!”

Lord_Darcy: ARRGHH!!... ARRRGH!!... my feet are beating on the canvas, I have a tight grip on your wrists but I can't get free... and you're squeezing harder and harder.... I need a change of plan.... Turnabout is fair play, I'll take a leaf out of your book... I let go of your wrists and reach up with my hands searching for the... eyelets of your mask and... jabbing my fingers through them...

The_Mangler: Grahhhhh falling backward grasping my eyes.   On the mat.  My eyes burn and sting.... water flows freely as I stomp my boots on the mat.  Unable to see.  Calling out in anguished pain....

Josh_The_Submission_Superman: “BOOO!!!!”

Lord_Darcy: PHEW!!!... I gasp for breath as you break the Iron Claw hold and roll onto your back clutching at your eyes... I lay on my back for a moment to try and regain my senses, then I roll onto my side and again make a grab for the ropes to pull myself up to my feet... I rest for a moment as I see you laying on your back, blinded by my eye poke... a wicked grin appears under my mask (only the eagle eyed will see it)... I step forward and grab your ankles, pulling your legs up into the classic... V-position... I raise my boot and look at the crowd with a grin... "You've been asking for this Mangler!!..."

Nathan_gingerbread: “Uh oh??”

Miss_Kat: *grabs a seat and claps for Mangler*

The_Mangler: I lay there ...looking at my hands trying to see my eyes not Being able to see.... gahhh my boots are being dragged...DAMMMMM.  This does not look good as he takes my boots.......I'll have to end up fighting through the pain....

Lord_Darcy: I look at the audience of Mangler fans and smirk... "You may want to look away now!..."... then I stomp my boot down... and then toss his legs away as I turn to the audience and take a bow...

Miss_Kat: “BOOOOO!!”

The_Mangler: OOOAAAHHHHHHHJJ

Lord_Darcy: As I hear the BOOOOO!! I step over to the ropes and point at Miss_Kat... "He got what he deserved!!..."

Josh_The_Submission_Superman: “Damn!!!”

The_Mangler: I roll over on my side hands clutching my groin.  My insides feel as if they're in my throat.  My masked face on the mat.  Groaning and breathing deeply, my big gut heaves. Boots slowly drum the mat...ugghhhhhhhh

Lord_Darcy: I sneer at the complaining Mangler fans and flip them off with my middle finger and then I turn around to admire my handiwork... You're down on the canvas, your hands clutching your groin, your feet beating on the canvas... with a wicked chuckle I strut over to where you are laying and step over you and reach down, wrapping my arms around your thick belly... "Let me help you up Mangler" I gloat as I pull you up in preparation for a belly to back suplex...  

The_Mangler: Oahhhhhhhh  I lay there just in so much pain.  But I feel your clammy hands peel me off the mat.   Sweat now beading off me.  I am brought to my feet.   My opponent wraps his arms around me... I feel the squeeze as our bodies press together. His strength evident as I’m flipped up and backwards landing on my shoulders and head.   With a roar my rolly body lays there motionless for a moment… then my legs bounce off the mat...

Miss_Kat: *cries…. “NOOOOO!!”*

Lord_Darcy: I grab hold of you around the waist and heave you up and over my head, sweat flying off both of our now heavily sweating big bodies... you crash down onto the canvas on your head and shoulders... you lay there for a moment before collapsing... I roll to my side and my feet and take my time as I swagger towards you... looking at your fans I cup my hand to my ear... "Ya know, it's gone awful quiet out there..." I gloat, then I hear "NOOOOO!!" and I chuckle... "YESSS!!!" as I bend down and grab your mask with both hands, ready to pull you up onto your knees and deliver a brutal knee shot up into your jaw to put you out...

The_Mangler: I land and am folded up... no sound.... then roll over to my side.  Where you pick me up dragging me to my knees.  By now both combatants are sweaty messes, and he has the upper hand. But I know where I am, and he may be working me. I know my job. Once I get an opening, I will need to take it.... but he's got me on my knees and GRUUUGGHH the hard dull thud of his knee smashing into my head snaps my head to the side and my hands go down to my side, my head warbles, and my belly jiggles, from the impact.  And I hit the mat on my side down and dazed ...head bouncing off the mat.  Those who can see my eyes see a pair of unfocused blank eyes as I lay there for a few seconds, my arms come to my head to nurse the great headache...

Lord_Darcy: The effect of my knee shot was devastating...

... and sends you back down to the canvas... you're clearly very dazed, but still not out cold... I snarl angrily and again reach down and grab your mask to pull your head up and get you onto your knees where I aim a brutal chop at your chest...

Carolsingapore76: “Oh dear Mangler!!!”

The_Mangler: The chop I'm heard echoing around the arena. My body snaps back, I look up at the lights then I grasp my very red, hairy, bulbous, chest.  My head is bowed, not looking up at you. My whole body seems to sag. Then on my knees I lift up my hands and make a T sign for "time out" I look up, with eyes that speak of desperation...."Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. Hold on, hold on. I look at you, and the crowd, begging for mercy... hands now open, palm up, asking for more time... as I plead with you and the crowd....."

Lord_Darcy: SPLATT!!... My chop slaps into your chest and I smirk and look at the crowd, you look like you're done... and when I turn back too you... you start begging, making the T for Time Out and saying... "Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute."... I snort with derision... "I knew it!" I snarl... "You're a... gutless wonder!... The Canadian COWARD... not the Canadian Crippler!...." I sneer... "Say it!.. Say it!... You quit!... Beaten by the... better man!..." I arrogantly taunt...

Lady_Darcy: I shift in my seat, restless, wondering what will happen next....

Supergirl_Elle: What will happen next is Mangler will come back around and beat up your hubby!

Mamajob: Mangles! You, big, beautiful, old-school heel!”

The_Mangler: "NNo, no no,no, no",  I shake my head, on my knees. It's almost a horrible display of wonton cowardice... as I look up at my opponent looking down on me.  I shake my head. But as you get closer to me my display is that of a true coward. I look over at Lady Darcy... my eyes narrow... I give a wink, turn and extend my forearm through his tree trunk thighs and quickly and hard up, smashing his manhood as hard as I can... HEEREEYEAHHHH

Lord_Darcy: I am distracted by the chorus of support from your bimbo harem, I look around and sneer at them, and then when I look back to you.... ARRRRRRGHHH!!!

Mamajob: “I KNEW IT!”

Supergirl_Elle: “Well it wasn't an eye rake. Yet!”

Lord_Darcy: You show your true, low, treacherous, nature and... smash me in the balls... I scream in pain, my hands rushing down to clasp my crown jewels, my mouth goes wide open, and I double over, my head drooping down...

Becky_bayless: Squint my eyes seeing Lord Darcy in pain. Start cheering on Lord Darcy.

The_Mangler: I get up, proudly, cockily standing over you... I look over at Mamajob and wink. Looking at SupergirlElle and blow a kiss. But I return my attention to my hurting opponent. I grab his mask. Pull him up... I place his arm over my shoulder, and I reach between his massive thighs.  Hand slide along his aching members to cup his ass.  At this point my plan is to slam him so his legs face the corner post.  If I can scoop him up, our chests rubbing over each other as I'd flip him over holding him up for all to see.   I'd have good momentum going for me.

Mamajob: *Blushing at the wink*

Supergirl_Elle: *Notes Mama’s blush*

Lord_Darcy: URRRGG... I groan in agony from the low blow, immobilized for the moment and unable to stop you scooping me up for the body slam... my large, sweaty, body being lifted almost with ease up into the air... "NAH... NO... NO..." I squeal and try to wriggle my thick legs, but I can't move you and you hurl me down onto the canvas on my back.... THUDDDDD!!... my 240lbs thumps hard into the canvas, I arch my back and scream again... ARRRRGHHH!!... no one hand clutching my balls and one hand clasping at my back as I lay on my back on the canvas squirming in pain, my head pointed towards you, my spreadeagled legs pointing towards the corner...

The_Mangler: I walk over to you and grab your boots. From there I drag you to the corner. Now I drop to the mat... roll under the ropes. Off the apron. I stand there. Perspiration dripping off my body as I look around the arena.  My opponent is in a bad way.  His nads are crushed.  His back is sore.  Just where I like to have my opponents…

Becky_bayless: Figures on what's coming next, I hide my eyes.

The_Mangler: I reach under the ropes and attempts to grab onto his boots... if I'm able my man will feel the kiss of cold steel on his balls.  I'll put a boot up on the apron to get leverage too.  If I can complete this move ...with a evil smirk.

Supergirl_Elle: “Castrate him baby!”

Lord_Darcy: As I lay on my back whining in pain, you grab my ankles... "NO... NO..." I plead, remembering how this was the preparatory move for the ball stomp that I gave you... instead of lifting my legs into the V-position you start to drag my fat ass across the canvas... you quickly slide out of the ring under the bottom rope... "Whoa... whoa..." I try to roll away, but you reach back into the ring and again grab my boots... "NOOO... NOOO... NOOO..." I squeal as I realize what you are going to do... I can hear... “Castrate him baby!” from Supergirl Elle... "NNNOOO... YOU STAY OUT OF THIS SUPER-BIMBO!!" I scream in fear...

The_Mangler: With both boots in hand. And the ring post on my chest. I bring up a boot on the apron... as I do. I feel my own nuts.  Still sore from his attack.  It drives me on.  As I haul his legs towards me and the

post…  I feel the thud as he connects on the cold steel. His twig and berries having nowhere to go except "steel town” I let go of his boots and look on at the carnage I have left .....smiling, with satisfaction…

Becky_bayless: Pulling my arm over my eyes as I see his nuts getting crushed.

Nathan_gingerbread: “Nice Mangler, do it again!”

Lord_Darcy: "NOOO... NOOO..." I plead... but you are merciless.... using all your weight to viciously yank my lunchbox into the cold, hard, steel post and brutally crushing it... ARRRRRRRGGHHH!!!... I scream as you pull and pull on my legs to ensure the crushing is severe, and then... you let go of my boots... I rapidly pull my legs back into the ring, wrapping my legs up in a foetal position, knees up on my chest...  both hands down clutching my balls... I roll onto my side, whimpering and screaming in pain... ARRRGHH!!... ARRRGH!!...

Becky_bayless: Looking over at Nathan!

The_Mangler: I am so very satisfied now... but the job is not yet done... I look over at Lady Darcy... and make like a telephone mouthing "CALL ME" and then I hop up on the apron.  I stand as I hold onto the ropes .... I climb in and go behind my opponent.

looking down I grab his mask and start lifting him up.   From behind this means his neck get cranked over to the side.  As he's brought up.   Still very much in pain as he's on his feet I grab his head in and wrap a arm around it in a side headlock... his masked face pressing on my sweaty hairy and bulbous chest.  From her I get my thumb ready from my free hand to drive it in his throat If I'm lucky...

Sinful_Senorita_Carmen: “Go Abdullah the Baker!!!”

Becky_bayless: “Wow, Carmen cheering for the Mangler?”

Lady_Darcy: I look over at the Latina Slut with a sneer on my face.

Sinful_Senorita_Carmen: Looks back at Lady Darcy and says “He gonna beat your man!”

Becky_bayless: Yelling "Get up Lord Darcy!"

Lord_Darcy: Arrrgghh... I am still screaming in pain when you reach down and grab my mask, hauling me up.... you drag me over your hip and lock me in a side head lock, squeezing my masked head into the side of your chest... then as if you hadn't been sadistic enough... YAARRRGGGH!... I scream as you jab you thumb into my throat and start to press it in, trying to choke me out....  URG... I slap my left fist into your back in a desperate effort to get you to break the hold... URG... I punch again...

The_Mangler: One punch my back is stunned.  UGGGHHHHHH,  I feel it'd percussive blow and I attempt to keep a hold on my headlock  but,  GUHHHHHH, second blow right on the same spot causes me to let go of the hold ....I hold my back in pain.  My eyes narrowed.  I rub my back, but I get grip of where my opponent   is.   My back is on fire, so I turn, take two big steps abs try to launch a forearm at his...chest...

Lord_Darcy: My first punch into your back doesn't make you break the hold, but my second causes you to let go... Phew!... I gasp for some air, still doubled over, in agony from the burning pain between my legs, my legs clenched together... I take time, trying to get some air and then when I straighten up...

You smash me across my chest... ARRGH!!... I stumble backwards, my big belly wobbling from the impact... I gasp for air and then fire back... launching a big forearm smash at your chest... then another and... another... trying to drive you back...

The_Mangler: The blows to the back....and the forearms to the chest...YE-AHHHHHH, YE-EAHHHHHHH, send me stumbling back to the corner… my chest is bright red.  My gut is heaving... and I lay on the top rope for support.   My head leans back.  I groan in pain.  This match is slowly beginning to take its toll on me and him   but all I want is for him to feel the pain I give him.  I wait... not so in pain as I lead to be... I'm hurt ... but I cock my boot ready to explode at his balls again if he doesn't suspect...

Lord_Darcy: After I fire the forearm smashes into your chest you stumble back into the corner, your arms draped over the top ropes your head leaning back as your large gut heaves up and down... I snort with derision as I move in... "Ya can dish it out Mangler... but ya can't take it huh??..." I stumble forward, hurt, and pained from our previous exchanges... but now I have you trapped in the corner I plan to punch your lights out...  

.. and leave you a bloody, bruised, mess... I clench my fists and approach...

The_Mangler: You come a bit to close...sore and hurting.  Is see you move towards me, as you get to within firing range... I take a deep breath and attempt to launch my boot up at my opponent’s crotch.  If I can connect, I'll be doing well.  He's a tough opponent I'll need to keep on him.

Lord_Darcy: As I approach you in the corner I am not as cautious as I maybe should have been, maybe I am too eager to give you the beating you deserve, and suddenly your boot flashes out towards my crotch, catching me hard in my already heavily bruised balls.... ARRGHH!!... I scream in agony and double forward, my hands going down to clasp my balls...

Becky_bayless: “Come on Darcy, pick it back up you can do this!”

The_Mangler: Now I come out of the corner.  My man I'd damaged.  This fills my heart with joy seeing my opponent in such a bad way.   Now I once again place his sweaty Arm over my shoulder.  And I place my hand on his ass.  Scooping him up, but with a difference.  I flip him so his gut is on my shoulder.  And facing forward.   All his 240 lbs rests on me as I look to send him down and me on top of him for a power slam.   My man is hurt and I'm looking to really add to his misery as I attempt this power slam if all goes well…

Lord_Darcy: The kick in the balls immobilized me for a moment and you take advantage, getting me up over your shoulder... Urrr... Urrr. I moan and start to try and pound at your back with my fists... but it doesn't stop you rushing forward and jumping into a... powerslam...

Your 270lbs bulk falling hard onto my chest.... URRRRGGHH!!... I grunt loudly, the impact of my back on the canvas, the crashing of your large body on top of me and the throbbing pain between my legs... I am in a very bad way...

Becky_bayless: Looking over Lady Darcy, wondering if Lord Darcy can recover?

Supergirl_Elle: “Come on Mangler. Finish the big oaf!”

The_Mangler: My body crushes yours as we land. Sweaty and dazed I continue to lay on you...not for a pin.... this is a KO match.  Just to continue your discomfort, looking around the arena I am loving the sight of your fans in disbelief.  My fans cheering me on. Flashing Supergirl_Elle a big smile.  "You'll crush his wife Babe, no worries" but I get up and loom over you.

to set up a good slowing down move. I bend over you push your face and chest flat on the ring boards. And I stand up and lift my knee...

ready to try a knee drop on your forehead .... Harley Race style...

Mamajob: “Take it to him Mangles!!”

Supergirl_Elle: “They can share a hospital room!!”

Lord_Darcy: Urrr... urrr... the powerslam really left me badly winded and dazed, my back hurting, my balls hurting from the brutal treatment you have given them, now you start squashing me down onto the canvas... I moan and groan as you stand up but keep your hands steadying my head and chest flat on the canvas... I can hear your harem of fans yelling for you to finish me... you jump into the air, your knee going up to drop down on my forehead as I lay there... Instinctively, desperately... I roll to my side out of the way!... Rolling over and over on my fat belly, out under the bottom rope down to the floor in front of Becky_bayless, Supergirl_Elle and Mamajob...

The_Mangler: Gahhhhhhhh!  My knee connects with the mat.  And I spring up and fall on my back.  Clutching my knee calling out in anguish as I feel my joint throb in pain. You roll out of the ring and out of my reach but at the moment I'm on my side rubbing my knee, moaning.

Mamajob: “C'mon girls! I race to try to pick lord Darcy up. I want to roll him back in the ring!”

Supergirl_Elle: “Get back in the ring you big loser!”

Becky_bayless: I cheer Lord Darcy trying to get him going.

Nathan_gingerbread: Throws a Mangler supporters hat towards Becky_bayless  

Becky_bayless: Stomps on the hat, tossing it to ground!

Lord_Darcy: Down on the floor outside the ring I am gasping for air, struggling to try and get up, I can hear Becky_bayless yelling for me to get up and someone else is trying to pull me to my feet, but they don't seem to be trying to help me, rather to force me towards the ring... bizarrely a hat comes flying by me... then Supergirl_Elle starts yelling at me to get back in the ring... I grab her arm and fling her towards the ring apron... "GET IN THERE YOURSELF SUPER-BIMBO!!" I snarl and then shove Mamajob back as she tries to push me towards the ring... swaying on my legs I look around for a weapon, I see a folding chair and collapse it and turn back towards the ring carrying the chair...

The_Mangler: My knee is in so much pain. I can't tell if I might have done some damage... from my fetal position I try to push up to all 4s. I manage to put weight on it ...I stand freely.  But as I do I can hear arguing and commotion from the other side of the ring...

Lord_Darcy: I lift the chair up and glare at Supergirl_Elle... "Get out of my way sweetie... I'm gonna give the Mangler the treatment he deserves!".... I move towards Supergirl Elle ready to hit her with the chair if she gets in my way...

The_Mangler: I see he's making a move at Supergirl_Elle so I race over...thank goodness the knee holds, I slide down onto the floor and grab a chair…  while he's swinging the chair to hit Elle, I haul back and swing my chair at the back of his head. Hopefully catching him totally unaware...

Lord_Darcy: As I go to hit Supergirl Elle with the chair I am struck hard in the back of my head with a chair... Urrrrr... my head pings forward and I go crashing face and belly first into the ring apron, the chair I was holding being knocked out of my hands.... Totally groggy, dazed and barely conscious I use my hands to push myself off the ring apron and onto my feet, where I sway from side to side, my head lolling around...

The_Mangler: NHB eh?  I Look over at Lady_Darcy  "Call an ambulance my dear your husband will need one"  I drop my chair right before him  and I take the masked man's head put it between my knees.   I bend over him.   My big hairy belly rubs on his back.    I wrap my hands around his belly.  It squishes in my arms.  And I hoist him up.   Straight up and down.   We almost heave air in synch.  I look at Becky Bayless.  And draw my thumb across my throat.   And I’m going to try and jump and sit down so his head hits the chair for a sit out piledriver...

Lord_Darcy: Urrr... urrr... I moan and sway, almost totally out of it, unable to fight back.... you grab my masked head and force it down between your thick thighs and knees, bending me over... Urrr... urr... I send a couple of pathetic slaps at the outside of your thighs... you burly arms wrap around my fat belly... "Whoa... no... no..." I plead as I work out what is coming... "Whooooaaa..." I squeal as my large frame is flipped up into the air, for a moment I hang upside down, my thick, chubby legs up in the air, my big belly hanging down and then... you sit down, and I come falling down to the concrete floor... CRACKKK!... my head hits the floor and everything goes dark... after a moment my big body falls limply down to the floor as I collapse onto my back, arms and legs spreadeagled, belly up in the air, my head flops down to my side... I'm out cold...

Nathan_gingerbread: Feels the impact and looks down at drink seeing little tremors travel across the surface of my drink.

Lady_Darcy: I grimace as I hear the CRACKKK!! of the impact from the piledriver... In my role as the referee...

 ... I immediately make my way over to check on Lord Darcy... I kneel down beside him and lift an arm up... it flops down... I bend down to his face and check by lifting an eyelid... I let go of the eyelid and wave my arms across him... "HE'S OUT!!!..." I yell... I stand up and walk over to the Mangler, grab his right arm and thrust it up into the air... "THE WINNER!!!... and... NEW MEN'S NO HOLDS BARRED CHAMPION... THE... MANGLERRRR!!!!..." I yell.

Nathan_gingerbread: Punches air ..."Well done Mangler!!"

The_Mangler: Standing up after the piledriver.... Lady Darcy comes over and calls him out... yess... a mixture of euphoria and great relief.   She takes my arm and lifts it up.  As I look upon the hulk of man.   But I did it.  I out survived him.    I lean on the apron and let Lady Darcy raise my hand.

Nathan_gingerbread:

Becky_bayless: “Congrats Mangler.”

Lady_Darcy: Starts pulling Lord Darcy up off the floor... "Medics... medics... help needed over here..."

Becky_bayless: Running over to check on Lord Darcy, grabbing my medic bag.

The_Mangler: “Thank you Becky”... Lifts arm up again.

Lady_Darcy: Gets one of Lord Darcy's arms over my shoulder and asks Becky_bayless to get the other arm over her shoulder so we can drag Lord Darcy backstage...

Becky_bayless: Places Lord Darcy’s arm over my shoulder as we head backstage.

Supergirl_Elle: “YEAH!!... The best guy won!”

The_Mangler: I come over and hug Elle.

Supergirl_Elle: Wrapping my arms as far as I can around the big guy.

Mamajob: Came rushing over to congratulate the winner! “That's our Mangles!”

The_Mangler: “Thanks Mama”

Carolsingapore76: “Awesome win Mangler!”

The_Mangler: “Thank you Carol”

Published: 2023-11-29, viewed 57 times.