Artistry, part 2 of 2

I recently posted an article featuring some sketches I ordered from the artist Enrique Nieto Nadal. You can see more of his work and commission your own custom masterpiece on WrestlingMale’s Wrestling Adventures web page.

In my article, I mentioned my intention to pair Enrique’s sketches with a descriptive story to create a mini graphic novel for your reading pleasure. Fortunately, I was recently checking out my favorite Slash Fiction blog, Humiliation of a Wrestling Jobber, and I found a story called “Fallen Angels” that will pair remarkably well with these illustrations.

A guest writer known as JorgePR posted the Fallen Angel story on the HWJ blog describing the exploitation of two muscular pretty-boys (Josh and Topher) by a sadistic wrestling promoter named Mr. Watson. The youngsters were promised top billing as the triumphant “Fallen Angels” Tag Team but later Mr. Watson blackmails them into serving as jobber bitches known as “The Angelics” — Cherub and Seraph. (Nice twist!)

It’s a meaty story packed with colorful descriptions of the incremental degradation of the hunky but naive protagonists. I’ve excerpted just one chapter below and paired it with Enrique’s artwork (virtually partnering Jorge and Enrique into a very effective Artists Tag Team.) You can read the entire story, including multiple hot Tag Team punishment scenes, on the HWJ blog.

Enjoy!

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Fallen Angels

By: JorgePR

Illustrated by: Enrique Nieto Nadal

Saturday night. A new show. A new match. A new unknown tag team to take on. Who would be their opponents this time, Topher and Josh wondered as they awaited in their corner, dressed up in their white jackets, trunks and boots

To their surprise, some people in the audience were actually cheering and rooting for them. “Go Angelics!” they heard here and there. In only a couple of matches, Seraph and Cherub became household names among fans, who expected to see them in a bout, craving for their humiliating destruction at the hands of big, mean heels. Their bouts against Harlem Heat and The Headshrinkers had millions of views on YouTube. Fans loved seeing the youngsters in skimpy white trunks, two sizes too small, along with heavenly white boots that gave them an aura of purity. What fans liked the most though was the fact that they were too pretty and handsome, reminding them of the jocks that used to bully them in school and get away with it and the hot girls, while at the same time they looked young and pretty and totally vulnerable in the ring.

The announcer climbed in the ring and introduced them. Again, they high-fived each other with both hands, then turned to the audience and waved while smiling stupidly, a new instruction from Watson. Their frozen smile and winner look contrasted with the lack of confidence they exuded through every pore of their perfect bodies.

“And now!” The announcer was about to reveal the surprise opponents. A hard rock music started to play. The audience recognized it immediately and got up in, clapping, yelling, howling, cheering. ‘Here comes the axe, here comes the smasher, the demolition, walking disaster…’ “The several times tag-team champions! Accompanied by their manager Ax, here come Smash and Crush! DEMOOOLITIOOOOOOON!”

People reached to touch them as the three wrestlers made their way to the ring, clad in kinky black leather. At the vision of the giants with spiked leather masks, jackets and harnesses, the boys knew they were doomed.

Crush and Smash got in the ring and took off their jackets and masks, revealing their white-and-red painted faces.

“I was first last week,” Topher declared.

“Not because of you,” Josh argued. “That Islander guy forced you. And I was first against Harlem Heat.” He made a point and rushed away of the ring, not giving Topher time to reply.

Topher saw Smash approaching him with an extender arm, offering him a friendly hand which the innocent boy accepted, just to be kicked in the midsection.

Smash waited for Topher to get on his feet by his own. Topher knew there was no away out of it, so he just wandered in circles, but Smash kept closer and closer, narrowing his exits, forcing the boy to retreat to one corner. When it was impossible for him to do anything else, Topher tangled with Smash, but the brute delivered several fists to the back of his head that sent the boy down to his knees. The blond boy tried to crawl his way out, but Smash held him by his golden locks and lifted him up, positioning the jobber for a body drop. The Demolition one-half held the boy in position and paraded through the ring, displaying his power and dominance to the audience while Josh waggled his legs. Rather than throwing Topher over his back though, Smash took him to the heels’ corner and laid him on the top ropes.

Josh called for the referee, which only made things worse for his partner as the ref turned around to face him rather than stop the cheating, which he wouldn’t have done anyway.

Josh didn’t even try to get in the ring to help Topher, as he was too attached to the rules. The audience took it as if he was too scared to interfere and booed at him.

Crush and Smash kept punishing Topher until the boy finally fell to the mat. Crush then picked him up and sent the boy to the ropes and bent down, preparing himself to receive the boy with a drop. Topher saw a chance there and reacted quickly, rising his leg and delivering a boot to the heel’s face. He couldn’t believe it. He had struck his first blow ever, but he knew he had no time for celebrations. He crawled to his ring to an astonished and incredulous Josh, and extended an arm. Josh could do nothing but tag in, even against his will.

Josh climbed in and took advantage of the momentum, encouraged by the screams and cheers of the audience, punching Crush in the chest and forcing him back to one corner. The crowd went wild. Then Josh tried something he had seen in YouTube many times. He grabbed one arm of his opponent and sent him to the opposite corner, then ran towards him in an attempt to smash his back against the turnbuckle, but was one second too slow and Crush reacted, running at the boy from Tupelo and sending him down with a brutal lariat that caused the boy’s head to snap up and down before he’d even touched the canvas.

A back body drop courtesy of Smash, then another. Smash picked Josh by the hair and smashed his face against Crush’s boot, which was resting in the top rope.

A new tag. This time, Crush delivered a new backbreaker.

But Topher had no time for further thoughts as Crush held him in position while Smash climbed to the turnbuckle. The crowd knew what was coming and they couldn’t believe the heels were still in shape for their signature finisher. Smash came off the turnbuckle with a diving elbow drop on the jobber’s exposed throat, breaking the Josh’s back twice.

But Demolition wasn’t finished with their abuse. Without the referee noticing, Ax climbed in and knocked Topher in the head, bringing him inside the ring and flying the boy towards Crush, who disposed Josh like a garbage bag.

Crush performed the backbreaker in Topher, and Smash climbed again the turnbuckle and decapitated the green-eyed boy as well. The boy somersaulted and ended face first in the mat.

They repeated their deadly finisher on the fallen Josh, Topher being the restrained one this time. Ax held him underneath his armpit and wrapped his arm around Topher’s head in a front facelock. While Crush punished Josh’s back one more time, Ax grabbed the back of Topher’s trunks and pulled up, giving the boy a painful wedgie at the same time that his ass got exposed to the audience and the camera, reveling the degrading words in the boy’s rear to the audience.

After Josh fell to the mat, it was Topher’s turn again. But before handing Topher to Crush, Ax facelocked Josh as well and wedgied the poor jobber, exposing both white, pretty asses on national TV. Now both boys were exposing Watson’s ownership over them to the crowd and the whole country on national TV.

“Angelic bitches!” a tall guy with athletic type shouted.

It was Topher turn then.

It could have been because of the manhandling, or the contact with the white silk material, but Topher’s dick grew up to the point the tip popped out of the trunks. The whole audience noticed it and started pointing and laughing at it at the time that they took pics or videos of the jobber’s boner. But Topher had no time to worry about that as he saw Smash flying elbow first towards him. He felt as if his head would get ripped off his body before falling to the mat.

Out of nowhere, Anthony Bowens and Darren Young showed up and rescued the Angelics from their tormentors, tossing the three big bullies out of the ring. Then they knelt next to the boys in white to make sure they were still breathing. The rescue further emasculated Josh and Topher, who passed as incapable of defending themselves. 

The End.