Universal Wrestling Federation

The_Mangler: The arena is full about 10,000 with rabid wrestling fans having seen some of the best the UWF has to offer and now here I am ready to take on one of the toughest Female cyber warriors around. As I leave my dressing room. Clad in my classic red tights black boots and blue mask. I walk the back corridor ..getting myself ready...for anything. With Lady Darcy and probably her lucky husband the "Lord". I know tonight will be tough....I just walk through the curtains into the arena bathed in flashing lights. Not noticing the crowd just focused on the ring. The PA announcer comes on. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE NEXT CONTEST IS AN INTERGENDER BOUT. YOUR FIRST CONTENSTANT FROM THE CANADIAN HINTERLAND, STANDING 5'11 WEIGHING 270 LBS THHHHHEEEEE MANNNGLERRRRR...I Climb up the steps ....wipe my boots on the apron. Slowly slide between the ropes, enter the ring.....and back into my corner......

Lady_Darcy: I stand quietly behind the curtain separating backstage and the ring area and as I peek through the curtain I can see the large crowd all waiting for the start of the match. All baying for a hard, brutal, match.

Lady_Darcy: Their local favorite,… The Mangler… known by some as… the Canadian Crippler,… by others as Abdullah the Baker, a play on the name of the well known bruiser Abdullah the Butcher,… has just made his entrance. As I wait to be announced I take a deep breath, puffing up my 38DD chest, holding the breath for a moment, then exhaling slowly. I know the Mangler, the paths of The Darcy’s and The Mangler have crossed before, my husband, Lord Darcy, had been beaten by The Mangler when he used underhand, and cheating, concealed weapons in a match. Well, I am not going to let The Mangler get away with that sort of behaviour against me, I am here for revenge, tonight I intend to be the one that sets the record straight and gives The Mangler the ass whupping he deserves.

Lady_Darcy: I hear the PA Announcer calling my entrance… “AND NOW, PLEASE WELCOME HIS OPPONENT… FROM LONDON, ENGLAND,… STANDING 5’4” AND WEIGHING 170LBS… HERE IS… LADYYYY…. DARCY!!!...” I burst through the curtain into the arena, and immediately point at The Mangler as I stride towards the ring.

Lady_Darcy: “You are gonna get yours tonight Mangler!.... I am gonna whup your ass!” I squeal at my opponent, although I am drowned out by the boo’s The Manglers fans. As I get to the ringside I again point at the Mangler and start to squeal at his fans…

Lady_Darcy: “What is the matter with you people?... Don’t be taken in by his sweet demeanour, by his generosity with…. bakery products… HE IS A CHEATER!!... A CHEATER, I TELL YOU!!...” But the crowd ignore me and continue to boo me. I climb up onto the ring apron and into the ring.

Lady_Darcy: I look over at The Mangler as he leans back, confidently, in his corner and gives me what I perceive to be a gloating smirk, as the crowd boo me. I immediately demand the referee gets me a microphone, stamping my foot angrily and glaring at him, until he hands me the microphone. I march across the ring to stand in front of The Mangler in his corner with the microphone in my hand. The contrast in our builds is now starkly evident, at 5’11” compared to my 5’4” The Mangler is 7” taller than me, and while at 170lbs I am a solidly built woman, at 270lbs The Mangler has 100lbs on me, but… when it comes to having a LOUD VOICE…

Lady_Darcy: I glare at The Mangler… “Now you listen to me… DOUGH BOY!” I step forward and while looking up at The Mangle I jab my left finger into his corpulent belly, poking it into the flesh… “I ain’t gonna let you cheat me the way you cheated my husband!... I know you have probably got all sorts of concealed objects down your tights!” I move my left hand down and grab the front of the elastic waist band, pulling it outwards and then letting it twang back into place. “For all I know those bulges in your tights could be… brass knuckles… a piece of plastic… or even… (I glance down just below the waist band)… I don’t know… A BAGUETTE!!...” I look around at the referee… “I WANT HIM SEARCHED… STRIP SEARCHED!!” The referee looks aghast as his jaw drops…

Supergirl_Elle: Snorts and mutters under my breath. “170lbs? Someone should get the scale checked” then yells. “You got this Babe. Easy win!”

Lady_Darcy: I can hear some fans of The Mangler heckling me and show them the middle finger... 

The_Mangler: With all her jaw flapping I look at the ref, shake my head with. Smirk....and lift my arms to allow him to check me out..as he's doing that.....I look at Darcy...."170 lbs....eh.....looking at you you're scale might be broken." The ref completes his check. As I blow a kiss at Elle ...."Ref check her out ...she's hiding something between her Globes.....you know she is"....

Lady_Darcy: The referee turns and advances towards me... I glare at him... "Don't even think about it!!" I snarl at him... "There's nothing more there than you can already see!" I snort at him and the Mangler, then I turn and flounce my way back across the ring to my corner where I lean back against the ropes and sneer at Supergirl Elle and mutter "Bimbo..."

The_Mangler: The jawing continues as she does some prancing around the ring...the Referee looks to the time keeper and the bell rings....🔔🔔🔔 I adjust the waist band of my tights and start to walk out along the ropes my hand guiding along the rope....but my eyes don't leave her....then I turn.... watching her movements and I raise my arms and close in on her. Smirking....under my mask....

Lady_Darcy: The bell rings and I turn away from glaring at Supergirl Elle, moving out of my corner and along the ropes, skipping sideways, my arms up ready to engage and lock up, my voluptuous body bouncing and wobbling as I skip. You too come out of your corner, slower than me, adjusting the waistband of your tights, hauling it over your big gut, then you too raise your arms to engage in a collar and elbow. I notice you watching me intently as I skip and bounce... you advance towards me to lock up... I stop skipping sideways and start to quickly move towards and then... duck down under your arms... not difficult when I am 5'4" and you are 5'11"... and spin around behind you, wrapping my arms around your waist and gut, clasping my hands together, pressing my chest into your lower back... I start to try and heave your 270lbs up as though I intend a suplex... but 270lbs is a... lot... more than I am used to lifting...

The_Mangler: As we go to do the collar and elbow. A interesting move on her part.....as the size difference is quite extreme but we start to engage as she manages a duck and under move going behind me.....her body pressing into my back....and then gripping me for suplex attempt. Her grip is strong. But I plant my boots ...and grip her hands .....and try and step backwards ...pushing her and myself back to the ropes ....one step at a time....if I can ....

Lady_Darcy: Ufff... ufff... I pant and groan as I try to lift you up, without any luck, I'm used to throwing around 120lbs of female wrestler not a bulky 270lbs... instead you grab my hands and start pushing me backwards... "Whoa... whoa..." I squeal as we start to build up speed with this backpedalling... UFFF... I exhale loudly as we fall back into the ropes, your body squashing me against them... I break my grip on your waist... "REF!... REF!... ROPES!" I squeal...

The_Mangler: My frame has helped me squish my opponent into the ropes creating a Darcy/Mangler sandwich as if it were....but as I press into her....on her the ref call for a break...so I step forward slowly.....with my arms raised....."OK OK CLEAN BREAK!" I yell as I pull forward. The crowd cheering and jeering us both. But as I turn...and back off ..I attempt to playfully and lightly slap her face ....smirking. As I try.

Lady_Darcy: The referee steps in and calls "Break" and you slowy, and perhaps ungraciously, step off me into the ring. I snort and sniff and as you step away from me I bring both arms and hands up and shove you in the back, pushing you off me... your fans start to jeer me and you spin around and... Splat!... you slap me across the face... My head twists to the side from the slap and my left hand whips up to my face to clasp my left cheek as my eyes and mouth widen with a look of shock and outrage!... The crowd lets out a provocative "WOOOO" as you smirk at me and I glare at you... after a moment of staring I regain my composure, well a little anyway, and immediately move sideways along the ropes and then skip into the centre of the ring, raising my arms up in the air again... "Come on then dough boy... come and get me!" I sneer at you...

The_Mangler: With my fingers wiggling......"DOUGH BOY.....HE HE, Ive never heard that one before, NOT!!!! " I retort as she raises her arms....so I raise my arms. My body lumbers on the ring boards.....with a slight warble...as we get close to making contact I attempt to grab her arm.....once there....possibly twist it up behind her back. Pouring pressure on the arm if I can. As my opening salvo ...

Lady_Darcy: You move in towards me with your arms up, well, in front of your chest and belly, matching my arm position and as we get close you suddenly reach out with left hand and grab my right wrist... "Whoa" I gasp as you wrench my right arm forward, spinning me around and twisting my right arm up behind my back.. forcing me to arch backwards over my arm, pushing my awesome 38DD tits upwards in my top... ARGGGH... "LET GO!!" I squeal in pain... "LET GO!!"... I snort... I sniff... and I griamce in pain and then... I lift my right boot up and stamp the heel of my right boot down at the bridge of your right foot...

The_Mangler: Automatically I let go....my face grimaces and i step back. Taking a hop or two....my back preses on the ropes and the strands cut into my body as I press back. I swivel my foot and step and and walk to my left ....walking off the pain......no smirk now ...wiping my hands on my tight covered thighs...as I raise my hands and this time lunge at her for a actual lock up.....TTTTSSSYEAHHHHH!!!!

Lady_Darcy: My stomp lands and you immediately break your grip on my arm and start hopping away from me, falling back onto the ropes... with my arm free I too step away and start shaking my arm to get some life back into after you nearly wrenched it out of my shoulder... you start walking away to your left and now my arm has some feeling back in it I start bouncing on my feet again, skipping to my left... you raise your arms and lunge towards me again... I lunge towards you with my arms up... but again, just as we get to the point of engaging I duck down and run under your arms and behind you... but this time, as I pass you, I unleash a kick with my left boot towards the back of your right knee, aiming to bring you down onto your knees in the middle of the ring...

The_Mangler: Immediately her big boot, smashes the back of my leg, and it buckles under me and it drops me to my knee....I let go a howl of pain as I go down.....she is a talented competitor and not to be taken lightly. But at this point she's scored the first hit ....I try to push up to two feet but......if I drop back down....on one knee....keeping a eye on her ...if she approaches...my right hand is balled in a fist.and I'll attempt to plant it in her ample gut if I can.....

Lady_Darcy: My kick to the back of your knee causes your leg to buckle and you drop to your knee... you start to try and get up but collapse down again onto one knee... As see you are staying down, with your back turned to me, I turn and run away from you, towards the opposite ropes. Spinning around when I get to the ropes, hitting them with my back, the ropes bowing outwards and creaking under my weight, they spring me back into the ring... running towards you, my voluptuous body bouncing and wobbling, when I get close to you I jump into a low drop kick, aiming my white boots for the middle of your back, the impact of my thick, curvy, body, behind my boots, looking to send you sprawling face, and big belly, down onto the canvas...

The_Mangler: The anger I feel towards all my opponents, is something that wells up in me...my balled fist ready to strike. But...he experience and viciousness shows as he was already bounding across the ring, the slam of her boots on the mat.. should have warned me...but I crash to the mat ...my belly mushrooms out as my face lands on the mat...a wave of pain in my back...as my gut heaves in air...and i lay sprawled out,. Groaning in pain. I make a attempt to push up. I'm ina dangerous spot...right now....

Supergirl_Elle: “Come on Babe move, watch behind you!”

Lady_Darcy: My boots slam into your back and send you sprawling forwards... splatt... down onto the canvas with me falling down onto my tghick ass just behind you... I smirk a satisfied grin as I roll over and crawl towards where you are face down on teh canvas, trying to get up... I throw my thick, curvy body across your back, dropping my 170lbs on top of your back to hold you down... I wrap my thick thighs around your left arm, crossing my ankles to trap your arm, then bring my arms up and wrap them around the sides of your head from behind, bringing my hands together and hooking them together across the front of your face and then lean my hefty upper body backwards to apply that... classic Canadian move... THE CROSSFACE CRIPPLER... "Come on Mangler... SQUEAL FOR ME!!... SQUEAL FOR ME!!..." I taunt... then I look at Supergirl Elle... "How'd you like it if... HE SQUEALS FOR ME!!" I smirkingly gloat...

Supergirl_Elle: “Oh you can never REALLY make him squeal”

The_Mangler: The weight of my opponent on me, drops me back down to the canvass. And her warm body adjusts as she wraps my arm up between her thick thighs ....and feeling he hands lock up across my face. GRRRRRRRR....I growl as she locks in her move. She has me and is working me over., so far I haven't been able to implement my game plan. She has....and now I need to adjust ...yet having a 170 lb person doing her thing. Doesn't let me do mine. I paw at her smooth arm. As I feel the torqued pain of her move.....I'm in the middle of the ring. So crawling to the ropes isn't a option. Time to Mangle. I try to grab her hands., her a grip and if I can....possibly move the hands...arms...over my mouth where I'll bare my teeth....and bite as hard as I can...if I can.....

Lady_Darcy: I have your face locked into the crippler and I pull back, I chuckle wickedly as I pull in clenched hands into your face and taunt Supergirl Elle at ringside... your start to squeal and I just chuckle more... you start using your free hand to paw at my hands, desperately pulling at them... I laugh even more... "Oh no... no... no... Mangler... you're not getting out of this!" I gloat and then.... "ARRRRRGHHH!!!" I scream in pain as you sink your teeth as hard as you can into my thumbs... In agony I unclench my hands and release my grip across your face, my legs unwrapping from your arm as I roll off of you and way, clasping my hands together... when I have rolled a short way away I sit up onto my knees... looking at the referee, my face a picture of pain, tears in my eyes... I hold up my hands to show the blood on my thumbs to the referee and squeal painfully... "HE BIT ME!!... DQ HIM REF!!... HE BIT ME!!"...

The_Mangler: I shake my head as I hear my opponent complain to the ref. The pain my body was in , now subsides....now that she's released me ....I see she's complaining to the Ref, he asks me.....and I get to my knees....and I shrug my shoulders ..... Now is the time. As she's dealing with her hands...I look at her and with a. Yell,..."SHHEEEYEAHHH" I try and rake her eyes.....if I'm fortunate but not for her.....

Anastasia_the_brawler: "Come on mangler break this cow !!!!"

Lady_Darcy: The ref is an... idiot... I'm showing the evidence to him, my bloody thumbs and he's asking the Mangler if he did... I mean who else does he think did it?... I shake my head in disbelief as the ref shrugs his shoulders, I turn to look back the Mangelr and give him a few colourful words of... complaint... and... AAAAAAAGH!!... I am blinded by an eye rake. my bloody hands now rushing up to my face and covering my eyes... on my knees in the middle of the ring, hands clutching my face... I'm in big trouble...

The_Mangler: The feeling of taking out my opponent brings me great satisfaction as I Notice the blood on her hands for the first time....smirking ..."AWWWWW SWEET THING....GOT A BOO BOO?" I mockingly ask as I glance at Elle and wink. The crowd cheering me on....so now I get up to my feet. Take a step towards my Opponent and sink my hand into her long dark hair....pull her up....to her boots. Now I've got a slight layer of sweat on me. I glisten a bit. As I go behind my opponents and wrap my hands around her ample waist. and try to sink in a reverse bear hug. If I can get it synched in, my body pressing on hers...squeezing the life out of her if I can....

Anastasia_the_brawler: "MANGLER !!! MANGLER !!! MANGLER !!!" I cheer wildly for the opponent of one of my biggest rival !!! "BREAK MISS DARCY !!! SHE DESERVES TO CRY LIKE A LITTLE BITCH !!"

Lady_Darcy: Unable to see after the eye rake I can only feel your hands grabbing hold of my hair and then wrenching on my hair... ARRRGH I squeal as you haul me up to my feet... still with my hands covering my eyes I feel your body pressing against my back, your arms wrapping around my waist and then... squeezing and lifting me up off my feet... ARRRGH I scream in pain as you crush my voluptuous, curvy, body in your thick arms... my short, thick, curvy legs flailing as you squeeze, my white boots kicking back and forth, my hands still over my bruised and painful eyes...

The_Mangler: I lean into your ear...and whisper , "I'm gonna have fun destroying you as I did your Husband". Squeezing your body and we are plastered against each other. I squeeze as tight as I can. Crushing and causing as much pain as I can. SSHHHHYEAHHH, THEN I set your feet on the mat...and try to readjust my hold...one arm around your waist and the other now cupping the back of your generous thigh. I bend my knees ...and attempt to sling you up and backwards for a German Suplex in your back all going according to plan.

Lady_Darcy: Still unable to see, barely able to breath as my voluptuous body is being crushed, I an sweating profusely, gasping and my body is beginning to go limp, so... I am actually relived when you drop me back down onto the canvas on my feet... foe a moment or two I can grab a breath or two and blink some of the tears out of my eyes... but then I feel your arms, one around my waist, one around my thigh... "Whoa... no... no..." I gasp, but too late I can feel myself flying up into the air, through my bleary, watery, eyes I can see the flash of the ceiling lights and I go up and over and then... URRFFFFF... I grunt loudly as my shoulders and the back of my head crash down onto the canvas... the momentum of the German suplex sending my fat ass and legs rolling over my head and shoulders and leaving my voluptuous body spreadeagled, face down, on the canvas... "Urrr.. urr... shit!"... I groan as I plant my hands at my side, struggling painfully, to try and get up onto wobbly legs...

The_Mangler: I push myself up to my knees....and see you laying there,. I clap to my supporters ...seeing Elle satisfied there. I can feel good in hurting another human. But I know that to achieve victory, I need to break her down. I've seen her fight before. And she's capable of a lot. But I need to capitalize on my momentum. To keep her off her game ....so I push up to my feet....slowly saunter over....stand there my boots at her head... lean down and grab her tresses again. The Referee warms me...."Piss off". I yell as I get you up facing me...both of us now sweating profusely I place your hand over my shoulder....I sling my other hand between her ample thighs and cup her ass cheek and attempt to hoist her up. Knowing to soften up her core is key. I'll try for a across the knee backbreaker . Her body pressed on my hairy bulbous chest. If I can. Hopefully this works ..

Lady_Darcy: I am in a bad way, I am getting some vision back but the German suplex, at least momentarily, knocked the stuffing out of me. I start getting to my feet, sweating, puffing and gasping, my legs shaking a little and... you're on top of me again... you aren't moving quickly, but in my current shape you're a lot faster than me... again you use my hair to pull me the last few inches up to my feet... one arm over my shoulder, one between my thick thighs, cupping my fat ass and... WHOAA I gasp as my voluptuous body again goes flying up into the air, this time my body is slung onto your big, broad, sweaty, chest... and then before I have time to properly realize what you intend you drop down onto one knee and bring my back down across your knee in a backbreaker... ARRRRGHHH... I scream in pain as my curvy body is arched over your knee, head and tits on one side, ass and thighs on the other... as I roll off your knee and fall face, tits, and belly, down onto the canvas my left arm and hand reach back to clasp my injured back... "Ugh... no... no..." I gasp in pain as I lay there, clearly in agony... after a moment I plant my right hand on the canvas to push up onto one hand and two knees as I again, painfully, start to struggle back up to my feet...

The_Mangler: Looking at the crowd....pleased as I accept the adulations....of the wrestling throngs here. I then notice after my backbreaker...(Executed like Canadian pro star Gene Kiniski, one time NWA world champ in 67-69). That she starts to push up.....wellll......she's on her knees now....so..I get up and stand behind her....my belly presses on her upper back and back of her head. I place my hands on her shoulders to stop her from getting up all the way.....then I lift my hands off.....but my Right palm. Opens up.....and I lift it up behind her...

I look out at the Crowd. I hear a chant start......CLAW CLAW CLAW CLAW. I nod with a grin. And attempt to clap my fight hand on your right shoulder. Wanting to dig into your tissues for a violent massage. Breaking your will to continue or just soften you up a bit more. If I can apply the nefarious hold...

Lady_Darcy: I have taken a beating in the last few minutes, my eyes are red, my eye sockets bruised and swollen, sweating profusely now, puffing and gasping for air, my big chest heaving up and down, my back bruised, and I am still dazed from the German suplex... but I am no wimpy little girl, I am no quitter, I am a tough fighter and I am trying to get up, onto my hand and knees and then straightening up onto my knees when... a big figure looms over top of me and I can hear your fans chanting... CLAW... CLAW... CLAW... as your hand comes down, digging into my neck and shoulder as you stand over my kneeling frame... ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!... I let out a huge long scream as you inflict this notoriously brutal hold on me... my face contorts and screws up in pained agony...

The_Mangler: Massaging your trapezius muscles with my powerful big hand, trying to dig in and wear down the tissues...making them soft. My left hand clasped on my wrist, to support my violating hand.....I yell out in victorious war cry as I've had a fair bit of momentum. Slowly wearing my opponent. Whom given the chance would do exactly the same to me. But....he he.,.I smirk....I'm not letting that happen......I bend close to her ear...and say....."Soon I'll have two victories over the Darcy's".

Lady_Darcy: My initial loud scream subsides but the look of pain on my face remains and you continue with this brutal claw hold. My head starts to droop downwards and my breathing seems shallower, my eyes start fluttering, my arms hang limply at my sides as my voluptuous body seems to be slowly collapsing... I start to murmur softly... "No... no..." and then... you bend down close to my ear and taunt me as I am fading... "Soon I'll have two victories over the Darcy's" you hiss in my ear... "No... no... no..." I murmur and then... "No... I DON'T THINK SO!!"... I snarl and my eyes open wide as my left hand shoots up from the canvas and back over my left shoulder aiming my left thumb for the left eyehole in your mask and... your left eye...

Anastasia_the_brawler: “BITCH !!! CAREFUL MANGLER !!! BREAK HER”

The_Mangler: I knew, I knew that somehow someway....she was going to have some kind of comeback, and probably in a old school heel way. My eye instantly begins to water and burn with fire. As I stumble backwards ....and fall to the mat....rolling on the mat on my front hands on my face....the toes of my boots drumming onto the mat....the crowd supporting you ..goes berserk...and the ref goes to you to ask what you did....as I writhe on the mat ...

Lady_Darcy: The thumb to the eye worked a treat... you know, I'd have thought someone as experienced as The Mangler would have seen the good old playing possum trick coming... but maybe he was distracted by looking over my shoulder and seeing the sight of my awesome 38DD chest... still he'll only be seeing my breasts with one eye from now on... As the Mangler rolls away clutching his face I reach out towards the ropes to start pulling myself up... the ref moves in and asks... "What did you do?"... I sneer at him and reply... "Whatever I had to!" as I pull myself up to my feet with the ropes... my legs are shaking, I am gasping for air, my chest heaving up and down, I'm sweating profusely and... my hair is now a mess... I pause for a moment and take a couple of deep breaths and then push myself off the ropes with my hands and run towards you... my white boots pounding on the canvas as my thick thighs pump my legs, my chest and ass wobbling as I run... when I get close to you I jump into the air kicking my legs out in front of me in a sitting position aiming to land my fat ass in the middle of your back in a senton...

Anastasia_the_brawler: “Eyes wide open.... oh... my.... God!!!! Move your ass Mangler move !!!!!”

The_Mangler: Immediately my arms and legs splay out as her well endowed ass slams down onto my back....all oxygen escapes my lungs as the compression on my body is so great that, I can't keep the air in. As a matter of fact I cant inhale for a few moments either.. slowly my arms and legs stop moving...then achingly I try to push...up...I groan and cough....but 170 lbs is not the biggest opponent I've faced...but after taking that blow ...it feels like 370 ....

Lady_Darcy: I fly through the air and my fat ass lands plumb dead centre in the middle of your back... there's a loud whoosh sound as the air is forced out of your lungs... you are clearly stunned and I sit on your back for a moment as regather myself... I have been taking a beating and although I am now on top... literally... a few moments rest is useful... I can feel you starting to stir under me... I look around and see the corner is not too far away... I roll off you and up to my feet, I start to run to the corner, my curvy body and ass shaking, when I get to the corner I start to climb the ropes and turnbuckles... I have to be quick, you may be big and slow, but I need to be on top of the turnbuckles by the time you get to your feet... I need to be standing there ready to jump off for a missile drop kick... you may be big and tough... but a 170lbs voluptuous body missile hitting you boot first in the chest is not something you'll take easily I think...

Anastasia_the_brawler: “DUCK !!!!!!!! DUCK MANGLER MOOOOOVE DONT LET THE FAT COW DESTROY YOOOOOOOOU”

Mamajob: Mangles is too smart and experienced to get caught like that!

The_Mangler: I'm trying to breathe in....and get some strength back as my opponent has left me laying there. Trying to get up.....I don't hear the ring rumble so she's not running or anything. Slowly ohhh so slowly I push up to one knee....my gut heaves....and sweat pours off my body....then up to my feet....the crowd is now absolutely going insane...as I look at the far ringpost ....then just as I turn to the other post......DAMMMMMM!.....I see her coming ...her boots slam into my hairy bulbous pecs....and i fly backwards, my head snaps from the force. Slamming on the mat...flat on my back looking up at the lights....gut slowly rises up and down....muffled I hear the crowd...

Mamajob: “Nooooooo!”

Anastasia_the_brawler: “Oh my god noooooo !!!!!! Mangler don't let her win !!!! Move !!! Fuck !!! I will break her !!! Grrrr”

Lady_Darcy: As I see you struggling up to your feet I take a deep breath and stand up on the top turnbuckle... I wait for a moment until you are facing me and then... I jump... I fly through the air until my boots smack hard into your big, bulbous, chest... the impact sends you recoiling backwards, arms and legs flailing out, your big body taking off for a moment and then crashing down onto the canvas with a loud THUD... your big chest and belly wobbling and rippling as you lay on your back on the canvas from the aftershock of your impact... I fall down onto the canvas on my ass, it hurts a little and I am puffing and gasping from all this exertion... but I roll onto my side and up to my feet... I need to keep moving, keep the pressure on you, you just can't match my speed and if I can just wear you down a little move... I can pin you... on my feet I run to the ropes, twisting around, hitting the ropes with my back, they bow out and creak under my weight and... spring me back into the ring... as I get close to you I again jump into the air, arms out above my head like a supergirl flying through the air... aiming to splash my voluptuous body down on you as you try to sit up...

Mamajob: Covering my eyes and peeking

Anastasia_the_brawler: “Oh....my....God.... if Mangler doesn't react.... his ribcage... COME ON MANGLER ROLL AWAAAAAAAY !!!!”

The_Mangler: I'm just about to start to push up, the fog slowly lifts....but all of a sudden....falling towards me...my opponent slams down on me with a splash from hell...her shapley body splashes down across me. Slamming me back on the mat...my head bounces ...on the mat and she lays across my sweaty midsection. She hooks my meaty thigh and the referee falls to the mat. My leg is lifeless as she tries to eliminate her opponent from the match....my hairy gut heaves unde her...and the Ref slaps ONNNNEEE!!!!!!

Anastasia_the_brawler: “MANGLER YOU CANNOT LOSE TO HER !!!!! WAKE THE FUCK UP !!! LADY DARCY BOOOOOO !!”

Lady_Darcy: SPLATTTT!... My voluptuous body collides with the corpulent chest and belly of my opponent, sending him crashing onto his back on the canvas... I am sure the impact must have been devastating for him, because it sure as hell hurt me... for a moment I just lay on top of him... then I start to slither my body over top of his chest and gut, getting my chest, belly, and ass in position overtop of his chest and shoulders... I reach down with my right arm and hook one of those thick, meaty, legs and haul it up into the air... "Come on ref... GET COUNTING" I squeal in a demanding tone... "This order of Dough Boy is... TO GO!"... The ref slaps the canvas... ONE!... "Come on MOVE IT!" I squeal... the ref. slaps the canvas... TWO!...

The_Mangler: The close body contact of pro wrestling means that you get quite personal with your opponents in a match and she slides over my slick sweaty chest and belly as the Ref counts the 1, my hairs draw over her body as her voluptuous chest rolls over my bulbous pecs...I can hear the crowd roaring and cheering....then the Slap of TWWWOOOOO wakes me up.....sort of....with every last ounce of energy I have....I attempt to thrust up my shoulder off the mat....and stop the count in the same move. Sore aching. It's all I can do. As a experienced pro...it's more a involuntary reaction

Mrs_Dei_Squid: “Let’s go Mangler!”

Lady_Darcy: Yes... yes... I hiss in your ear as the referee raises his arm for... three... but suddenly the earth, or more precisely the large belly and chest beneath me,... moves under me and I am pushed off your sweaty shoulders... I roll over and look up at the ref. "WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT??!!..." I squeal at him... mtc

Lady_Darcy: "THAT WAS THREE!... THREE!!... I TELL YOU!!" I scream at him... then, snorting and snarling, I roll up onto my feet and strut across to you... reaching down and grabbing hold of your mask with both hands to pull you up off the canvas... "Well dough doy... it seems I ain't finished with baking you yet!" I angrily hiss at you...

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: “Stop cheating Mangler”

The_Mangler: My neck is twisted as you grab my mask and begin to pull me up....the red warns you but let's face it the referee at this point is more just a ceremonial figure. We both know what we are going to do to win. Whatever it takes ....and as I'm dragged up to my knees ...panting and breathing I reach out and place my hands on your hips to steady myself, as I feel woozy but I realize the danger I'm in....and having been here before I know what I can do...I grab the waist band of your bottom trunks....pull them to me....so that I can attempt to drive a Harley Race headbutt into your Voluptuous gut...as I do I exhale a "Bitch".

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: “Damn it Darcy do some thing!”

Lady_Darcy: As I get you up as far as your knees... it's quite an effort I might add, 270lbs of baked Mangler is not so easy to haul around... you reach out and grab the waist band of my high waist bikini bottom... I'm shocked, so schoolboy, are you going to twang my bikini bottoms!... Unfortunately not, instead you launch forward and ram your head into my exposed belly... UFFF... I grunt loudly as I exhale the air you knocked out of me... my mouth opening wide in a big O... I let go of your mask and my hands come down to clasp my belly as I stumble away to the side doubled over... but I take a couple of deep breaths to get myself back together and, since you're still on your knees I straighten up and stumble back towards you, snorting and growling angrily, until I am close enough to pivot on my left foot and kick my right leg up and around aiming my right white boot at the side of your head in a roundhouse kick...

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: “A good start!”

The_Mangler: The blow to my opponents gut breaths new life into me ....it causes her pain...and she goes back.....but, now she's got a look of death on her face....as she comes back.....and she plants herself.....and ......FUCK.....I've seen this move before. She's trying a kick.....her thick leg....flies at me.....instinctively I reach out to grab her leg.....THWAK Her boot leather hits my arms....and they sing out in pain.....SHHHHHYEAHHH....I scream after the block....and on my knees....take a step forward and ATTEMPT TO swing my arm up between her exposed legs. Her crotch wide open. Showing the crowd and my opponent THE MANGLER MEANS BUSINESS.

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: “Mangler sucks! BOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

Lady_Darcy: Seething with anger I swing my roundhouse kick hard at the side of your head, it swishes through the air and... THWAK... IT HITS YOUR ARMS... A look of shock and horror crosses my face as in the moment I realize how exposed I am, balancing on just one leg, you holding my other leg up in the air... "NO... NO... Please... NO" I plead as I can guess what you're going to do... but you do it anyway... swinging your arm up into my exposed crotch... URRFFFFF... I let out an enormous exhaled grunt as the blow lands, my eyes bulging wide open, my mouth forming a huge O and for a moment I am frozen there before I drop both my hands down between my legs, clutching my now throbbing pussy... I twist and roll around, then fall forwards, face planting my head onto the canvas as I fall onto my knees, my fat ass up in the air, my hands and arms clutching my crotch... and there I come to rest, ass up in the air, face down on the canvas... moaning and whimpering in pain...

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: “Ouch! No sex for Lord Darcy tonight!”

The_Mangler: Slowly once again smirking....."How about your fave, not so hot now is she". I get to my feet with great difficulty...and stand before her. Glistening with rivulets of sweat ..I bury my hands in her slick wet hair....and drag her up....to her knees....she's resisting as her body is in pain. But I yank her up....as I see her eyes......"Time to mess up your beautiful eyes..." I take my first two fingers and in the days of the Three Stooges.. I attempt to poke her eyes......for good measure....

Mamajob: Old school Mangles mangles the eyes!

Lady_Darcy: My head down on the canvas, my face contorted in pain, I feel your hands reaching into my hair... "NO!!..." I squeal... but you grab hold of my, now sweaty, brunette hair, mercilessly pulling my head up until I am on my knees in front of you, my hands still down clutching my throbbing pussy... you pull my head back to expose my face, now red and sweaty, my eyes already bruised from where you raked them before... "Time to mess up your beautiful eyes..." you chillingly snarl... "No... please..." I mumble... "No... not again..." I whimper... but you pull back one hand and extend two fingers, clenching the other two tight in your fist and jab your hand forward to poke my eyes... "NO..." I squeal in desperation and twist my head around 90 degrees to avoid another devastating attack on my eyes... then I turn my face back to you and angrily snarl "TURN ABOUT IS FAIR PLAY BIG BOY!" and... as you stand in front of me, with me on my knees in front of you, I clench my right fist and swing my right arm up violently between your legs... aiming my fist for that baguette shaped object in your tights...

Mamajob: “Nonono!” Covering my eyes again.

The_Mangler: Her fist finds it's target....the bulge flattens out as the blow smashes my red tight covered manhood. My head flings back....my mouth wide open....but other than a laboured gurgle sound. Not a noise to be heard. My knees quiver then I drop to my knees as my hands push your fist out of the way. And I sit back on my legs...as my strength is sapped from me. I have no retort....no complaint. As I half expected this. And I can't speak as I have no air in my lungs....as I topple to the mat on my left side ..in a fetal position.....just barely moving on the mat......

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: “Yea crushed nuts way to go!”

Nathan_gingerbread: “Oooosh”...

Lady_Darcy: My desperate low blow finds it's target and the blow... quite literally... poleaxes you. In a strangely silent slow motion you collapse down onto the canvas and fall onto your side in a fetal position... On my knees I watch your collapse and know that I should follow up and capitalize on this... but I just received a similarly devastating blow and I just don't have the energy at the moment... I fall forward onto my hands and knees, my head drooping down...

Lady_Darcy: The referee looks bemused... should he DQ us both for low blows... should be start a double count out... he looks around for Supergirl Elle to get some guidance... but she is strangely absent...

The_Mangler: Now we are both devastated and the low blow has taken away strength from my legs.....she's hurt I'm hurt.....what options do I have ......I slowly get to my hands and knees, my head is down....she's not far so one step....I grab her hair and lift up her head....as it lifts. Once again my hand opens up and I attempt to go Baron Von Raske....and placing my thumb and for finger on her temples and other fingers on her scalp for a attempted cranial claw....at this point I don't have to much more ..

Lady_Darcy: With my head hanging down I can see what is going on, I am puffing and panting, gasping for air, exhausted from the brutal exchange, your low blow pussy shot really left me in a bad way... but I am getting my senses back slowly and... I am a tough woman... I will fight to the end to beat you... suddenly my head is again yanked upwards by my hair... Shit! You're back!... Whoa... no... no... that massive hand of yours wraps around my head, your thumb and forefinger gripping my temples, the rest of your hand on my scalp... Urrrr... urrr... I let out a groan as you apply pressure in the cranial claw... "No... no..." I mutter as you squeeze tighter... "No... no... not again" I growl, remembering your last claw... but now I rememebr how I broke out of that claw... and I do the same again... now it is my turn to jab out with my right hand, stretching out my first and second fingers and aiming for the eyeholes in your mask aiming to poke you in the eyes...

The_Mangler: GAHHHHHHHHHH I fall back again.......my eyes burn......and water as I roll back on the mat .....back and forth.....covering my eyes....they burn so bad....and I can't see. This is a bad bad place. Now being in this position....it's time. I scream at the ref Ref my eyes my eyes. She's damaged them. She used a foreign object....check her......I hope he goes over to her a is distracted....cause....I reach on my back waist band.....grab.....something. And shove it into my mask on my forehead.......holding my eye.....

Lady_Darcy: My desperate eye poke does the trick again, you squeal loudly as I shove my fingernails into your eyes, breaking the cranial claw hold and you again collapse down onto the canvas, rolling around whimpering like a baby, bellyaching to the referee about my actions... what a wuss!... I struggle up to my feet, my legs shaking and wobbling, I brush my hair out of my face only to find that moron of a referee is now getting in my face, demanding to search me!... "GET OUT OF MY WAY BOZO!" I snarl at him and angrily shove him aside... I stumble across the ring to where you are still rolling around on the canvas... "GET UP!!" I scream at you... "GET UP AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!" I angrily snarl at you... I reach down and grab the sides of your mask and start to heave on your head, pulling hard to haul you up to your feet... "COME ON BIG BOY!!" I squeal as I get you up onto your feet... I may be dwarfed by you 5'4" vs 5'11", 170lbs vs 270lbs, but I am spitting angry and up for the fight... I twist around and wind up a big right hook that I aim for your jaw...

The_Mangler: Just as I'm dragged...up......oh yes it's working........and up I go ...my watery eyes....blurrily see you.....my body aches...all overz but she's dragging me up....so to my feet...I wobble as she's there....I can smell her sweat....then I reach out ....grab her head.......yeasssssss....then I pull her forward and slam my head with a metal plate in my forehead.....on her forehead ......if this goes well......ill drop her and if shes off poorly ill cover her up to sling my body across her upper chest and shoulders.

Mamajob: “Mangles mangles he's our man!”

Lady_Darcy: I get you up on your feet, you're a pathetic looking sight, I twist my voluptuous body and swing my right hook but as I do you reach out and grab my cute head in your hands... sending your masked head rushing towards mine, your forehead crashing into my forehead before my right hook can land... CRACKKKK!... the impact of your head on my forehead makes a horrible crunching cracking sound and... I'd always thought you must have a pretty thick skull but... wow... that felt like it was made of steel... my vision starts to go woozy... I start stumbling backwards, wobbling and swaying on my thick legs, my arms starting to windmill at my sides as I fight to keep my balance... Urrr... urrr... wha.. wha... I moan and mumble and then... my eyes roll upwards and I topple backwards falling onto my back on the canvas, my arms and legs spreadeagled, my 38DD tits and fatty belly wobble and shake with the aftershock of my fall as I just lay there staring blankly, senselessly, up at the ceiling lights...

The_Mangler: I hear my opponent drop down.....as she's taken a good connection....she falls back this I can hear..and just barely make out.....so I walk towards you drop...I simply splash her prone body by falling on her....the ring boards rumble and the crowd is in hysterics...as I lay across her chest....her chest mushrooms under mine. And I reach and slide my hand between her thighs....and try to hook them. I drape myself over her... And listen as the red comes down and counts ....one .....two.....

Lady_Darcy: My body is completely motionless, spreadeagled on the canvas... you drop your hefty 270lbs body on top of mine, squashing my 38DD tits and using one arm to hook my thick, curvy, thigh and haul my leg up into the air... it just hangs limply from your arm... the referee drops down... ONE... TWO... he counts and then pauses as he looks at me... no reaction, I am out cold... THREE!!... DING!!... DING!!... DING!!... the bell rings and the referee calls for you get off me...

Mamajob: “It's a mangles marathon win!”

Anastasia_the_brawler: “Yeaaaah that is it”

The_Mangler: I hear the count of three. And slowly push off. My prone opponent ....I kneel above her....and beckon the ref to raise my arm....he comes grabs my wrist up. I stand ....very wobbly....I look down on Darcy....no feeling.....I leave the Ring....as I do...I see Elle, and I reach out for her....I kiss her and we walk out arm in arm.....

Published: 2025-04-08, viewed 93 times.