Donna and Jenny, Part 1; 
by Jobber Joe
Former campus champ, Jenny, attempts a wrestling comeback at a summer tournament


NOTE- This is the sequel to a multi-part story I posted this past December 
and January at this site.  For those who have not read those stories, they 
are posted in "Miscellaneous Stories 16 and 17" (last installment: 
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc17/jennydonna7.txt) under the 
general title, "Jenny and Donna".  In the earlier stories, Joey, himself a 
collegiate wrestler, relates the "agony" of watching his goddess of a 
classmate, Jenny, an intramural wrestling champion at their college, go 
down to defeat for the first time ever at the hands of a younger, stronger 
wrestler named Donna.  Later stories in that earlier series relate the trials 
and travails that both Joey and Jenny go through at the hands of Donna 
and her friends following Jenny's first fateful defeat.  This new installment 
picks up several months (in story time) after the last published story 
segment noted above.  Hope you enjoy it.
Joe (jobberboy2002@yahoo.com).

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The phone call came out of nowhere from an old college pal I hadn't seen 
in several months.  Todd had graduated a term ahead of me in college.  
We'd shared a few classes and some beers down at the local pub, but 
weren't really good friends, just after class type acquaintances.  He'd 
moved to the big city to begin his work career soon after graduating, and 
we hadn't kept in touch since. So it came as a complete surprise when I 
got that telephone call from him telling me in a somewhat enthusiastic, no 
make that excited, voice about the summer wrestling tournament he'd 
gone to after work that day.  I don't remember him being into wrestling 
much when he was in college;  he was pretty much just a football and 
basketball fan as I recall.  But he'd been hanging with a buddy at work 
who had wrestled some in high school and was still an enthusiast; and this 
buddy had coaxed him into going to watch the summer tournament.

That's where he'd apparently discovered amateur female wrestling for the 
first time, and the rare pleasure of watching nubile young women going at 
each other on the mats.  Now, he was asking excitedly, "hey, Joey, guess 
who I saw up here?"  "Haven't a clue, I answered, quite truthfully." Todd 
continued,  "well remember that hot looking babe, the wrestling chick, you 
always talked about?"  "Donna?"^Å the name tumbled out of my mouth 
without even thinking. "No," Todd was saying, "that ain't her."  Of course 
it wasn't.  Nobody had even heard of then wrestling newbie, Donna, at the 
time Todd graduated.  She would only burst on the scene later that spring, 
an upstart freshman beauty taking on and shockingly vanquishing my 
senior classmate, the then undefeated intramural champion.  "Oh, I'm 
sorry, Jenny, I mean," I quickly corrected myself, wondering at the same 
time, "now why in the world did I just say Donna?"

Todd was rambling on at the other end of the line now, "Who the hell's 
Donna? Yeah, okay, now you're talking sense, yeah, Jenny, that's the one 
I'm talking about."  Instantly a slow tremor crept up my body from way 
down in my crotch.  "Jenny?^Å what the hell is she doing up there?" I 
remember thinking just then.  Frankly, after all that had gone on the past 
few months, Jenny's defeats by Donna, then Merrie, that humiliating 
afternoon Jenny and I had both suffered through in the wrestling room at 
the hands of Donna and chums, the startling revelations of a steamy locker 
room scene with her and Donna that Jenny had poured out to me as we got 
drunk together over a good bottle of wine earlier this summer; after all 
that, the last place I expected my long time goddess to be was at or in a 
wrestling tournament.  

Todd was talking again, "well you were right about this Jenny chick, Joey; 
she's one hot looking babe. But, come to think of it, there is a Donna up 
here as well, think she goes to our old college; and she's a real babe as 
well, an incredibly hot looking babe actually."

"I don't care about Donna"^Å not true, I did, but not in the same way I 
cared about Jenny, who still unavoidably occupied much of my thoughts. 
"How's she doing, Jenny I mean?"

"Well, the Jenny chick, she won last night, but her girl gave her a pretty 
good tussle at that^Å came on at the end to make it a good match. And 
then I saw the last part of this Donna's match; she won too, but much 
more easily than Jenny did, dominated her girl and pinned her ass even. 
And man, let me tell you I think your friend, Jenny, is a pretty good 
looking chick in her own right, but this other one, Donna, she's something 
else, a really bitchin looking muscle babe in my book!"  He didn't have to 
tell me.  I knew Jenny was great in the looks department, had been 
obsessed with her for some time; and, yes, from what I remembered, and 
admittedly I hadn't seen her in months, Donna was pretty hot stuff herself; 
those legs, gawwwwd, I could still visualize those tautly muscled wonders 
wrapped all over poor Jen, all over me for that matter that one day back in 
the wrestling room!  Yeah, Donna was right up there with Jenny in the hot 
babe category, but I pretended nonchalance, lying again, "I don't care 
about Donna, tell me about Jenny; who did she wrestle?  What was the 
girl's name?"

I was thinking, maybe Linda or Merrie, two rivals from college days, more 
likely some good wrestler from the big city I'd never heard of.  Todd, after 
all, had just said this girl had given Jenny a "pretty good tussle." But now 
Todd was filling me in on that mystery opponent of Jenny's, "yeah, well, I 
think her name was Randi, slender chick with long bitchin-looking legs."

Something clicked in my mind; I asked, "Randi?^Å dark hair?^Å and you 
said she's got long bitchin-looking legs?"

"Yeah, that about sums it up, buddy; except her hair's mostly dark, with 
some blonde streaks; but you nailed it on the legs, Joey.  I mean this girl's 
got killer legs, best I've seen."

"Well you haven't taken a very good look at^Å." I stopped myself in mid-
sentence, even as visions of Donna's incredible, smoothly muscled 
beauties flashed across my mind.  Flashing back to Todd's description of 
Jenny's mystery opponent, Randi, if this was the girl I knew of with the 
same name, her legs were plenty hot in their own right.  But no, this 
couldn't possibly be Randi M.  She was a fluffy bimbo rally girl type, not 
much of a jock.  Sure she had great legs, and wasn't afraid to flaunt them; 
but the only athletic thing I'd long imagined she'd done with those "killer 
legs" of hers was wrap them around some beefy football player during an 
after-game motel fling.  No, she wasn't a jock, and those sleek slender, 
drop dead gorgeous legs of hers still couldn't hold up against Donna's 
smoothly muscled beauties, or even Jenny's for that matter, at least in my 
humble view. 

My idle reverie was abruptly broken by Todd's voice breaking in again. 
"Haven't taken a good look at WHAT?"  Todd sounded agitated, no doubt 
wondering at my rambling, sometimes halting, conversation.

"Never mind, forget I said that, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever, Joey," he responded, even as something else clicked in 
back there in my addled brain.  "You said this girl, this Randi chick, gave 
Jenny a pretty good match then?  But Jenny won easily enough?"  "I never 
said 'easily', Joey," Todd patiently explained.  "Your girl looked like she 
was the better wrestler, knew more holds and moves and stuff; but she got 
real tired in the final minutes^Å."  I broke in on his rambling conversation 
this time, objecting, "she AIN'T my girl, Todd, just a friend from 
college."  

"Yeah, whatever, Joey," he responded, "your FRIEND from college who 
isn't your girl, but who you talked obsessively about most anytime I was 
around you, well that girl who was just your so-called casual friend named 
Jenny was in a pretty good match with this Randi chick."  His sarcasm 
was certainly not appreciated, but I mostly kept the quick resentment to 
myself, adding, "Well, I'm glad my FRIEND, Jenny, got the win."  

"Yeah, I'm sure she was pretty relieved at the end as well, Joey," he 
retorted; then continued,  "I mean your friend was plenty tired by then, 
Joey, believe you me.  I mean she had a good lead and everything; but she 
looked gassed.  And this other girl, Randi, well, she reversed Jenny early 
in the 3rd period and was on top the rest of the way."  "She rode her out, 
you mean?" I interjected.  "Didn't just ride her out, Joey," he continued, 
"gawwd toward the end there the Randi chick had those long, luscious 
legs wrapped all over your girl; and she was really stretching her out.  
Jenny just kinda lay there, looking all worn out, but still quite sexy if you 
know what I mean".  I knew exactly what he meant, had seen enough of 
poor Jen in her vulnerable, oh so sexy,  "girl toy" persona against Donna 
and company. 

Todd continued, "yeah, Joey she was all wrapped up by that other chick's 
hot legs and going nowhere; and then she turned her to her back."  "Say 
what?" I exclaimed, really puzzled now, "who turned who?"  Todd was 
getting a little impatient, responding tersely, "how many times to I have to 
explain this, ya idiot?  Your girl was clearly out of gas and going nowhere 
between those sizzling hot legs of that Randi chick^Å gawwwd, Joey, I'd 
never seen anything so exciting as that^Å and then just before the buzzer 
sounded, Randi got her in  one of those^Å what do you call it?^Å oh yeah, 
she got her in one of those nelson holds and turned her to her back^Å 
Jenny could hardly resist her by then, just rolled right on over with barely 
a struggle..  Randi  didn't pin her, but came damn close.  The ref was 
down on his knees and everything, checking Jenny's shoulders^Å. I really 
thought she was pinned, but the match ended and he gave some points to 
the Randi chick; and that was that. So Jenny won, but not before almost 
losing it all there at the end."
 
I was almost losing it myself, visualizing the almost ludicrous scene that 
Todd was describing; of this Randi girl; and I gotta admit the only image I 
could conjure up at all was of the fluffy bimbo rally chick from college, as 
ridiculous as that seemed, putting it to my long-time goddess at the end, 
indeed, as Todd had described it, rolling the almost unresisting former 
campus champion to her back.   I  swallowed hard at the ridiculous image, 
even as I grew hard down below just thinking about Jenny barely holding 
off being pinned by this leggy bimbo, whoever she was.  I hung up the 
phone not long afterward, deciding on the spot I had to get up there to 
check this out myself. 

Todd had confirmed that this was a 3 day tournament, starting Friday 
evening and continuing with the remaining preliminary matches on 
Saturday, followed by finals on Sunday.   I took off for the big city as 
quickly as I could pack a small overnight bag, booking myself for two 
nights into a budget motel not far from the community college where the 
tournament was being held.

Next morning I ventured over there before matches were to begin, 
checking the women's brackets immediately.  My heart dropped almost 
into the pit of my stomach as I looked at Jenny's round robin group and 
saw, indeed, that the Randi Todd had talked about and the bimbo 
cheerleader, Randi M., from college were one and the same.  Impossible to 
think about, but there it was up on the board.  My mind raced back to 
Todd talking about the end of that match, telling me how Randi had those 
long slender legs of hers wrapped all over my seemingly exhausted former 
classmate. I shuddered at the implausible image.  The score staring me in 
the face right now told much of the rest of the story of that match, with 
Jenny winning by a 12 to 7 decision. It meant she probably started fast, 
had Randi in plenty of trouble, maybe a few pin holds in the early periods, 
building a big lead, but for some reason failing to actually score a fall over 
the leggy cheerleader.  And there it was still staring back at me^Å 7 points 
for the bimbo, 5 off the final period reversal and near fall Todd had so 
excitedly described for me^Å. made an otherwise easy victory for Jenny 
look much closer in the final tally; as apparently it was.  I shuddered again 
at the mental image of a spent Jenny letting herself be turned by the 
slender cheerleader, then wearily struggling to stave off a shocking pin at 
Randi's hands.  It still seemed so ludicrous to even think about, but it had 
to be true.  

I finally forced my attention away from troubled, imagined scenes of that 
match I didn't see, soaking in more information from Jenny's bracket.  
This was a pretty standard format for summer tournaments like these.  I'd 
been in a few myself during my collegiate days.  The tournaments were 
open to all amateur wrestlers of any age.  There usually were a few older 
wrestlers around, but most of the competitors were college age or even 
some of the better high school wrestlers in the region, many working on 
conditioning and sharpening their skills or wrestling resumes for the 
coming season.  Typical of such tourneys, there were 16 competitors in the 
women's under 150 pound competition, grouped in 4 groups of 4 for 
round robin preliminaries, with the two top wrestlers from each round 
robin group advancing to Sunday's finals.   Donna's name was up there all 
right; from Todd's rapt description of a "bitchin lookin muscle babe" who 
was also a damn strong wrestler, I had pretty much known, even before 
looking at the brackets, it had to be her. She was in another of the four 
woman brackets; and I didn't recognize any of her foes.  There was no 
sign of Linda and Merrie, two other recent nemeses of my long-time 
goddess.

Jenny's match against Randi had been the first of three preliminary 
matches for each girl.  They would each wrestle twice more on this day to 
determine who would go on to the finals from the bracket.  In the other 
first round match, a girl named Shelli had decisioned somebody named 
Tonia by a score of 10-4.  Jenny would wrestle this Tonia in the morning 
match, then, several hours later, the Shelli girl.  I assumed, off first round 
results, that Jenny's only real competition in the bracket would come from 
Shelli.  Before the morning matches began, I gathered as much 
information as I could about the other two girls in Jenny's bracket.  Turns 
out Tonia was a college student in the big city.  It wasn't clear what 
wrestling experience she had, though Todd's buddy, the resident wrestling 
expert, thought he'd remembered seeing her in a few summer tournaments 
the last few years.  Apparently, he wasn't that impressed with her 
wrestling ability, even though he said she was pretty good sized and 
seemed strong enough. 

The other girl, Shelli, though, was somewhat of a local legend in female 
wrestling in the big city, and she was still in high school. I think I heard 
she was about to enter her senior year, and was already a two time state 
prep champion in the lightweight girls division.  From all accounts she 
was maybe about Jenny's size, possibly lighter, but quick, agile, and 
exceptionally skilled for her age.   Todd's buddy knew all about Jenny, of 
course, and quite a bit about this high school wrestler, Shelli; and he 
thought Shelli would give Jenny a very good match when they met later 
that day.  He'd been as surprised as I was now that Randi, who he didn't 
know, but judged to be very inexperienced, had hung in so well against 
Jenny the day before.  Still, Todd's buddy, though noting Jenny's apparent 
lack of conditioning, had passed her less than overwhelming victory over 
Randi off to more the "rustiness" factor than anything else.  This was, 
after all, the first "official" wrestling action anybody, including myself, 
had seen Jenny in since her disastrous losses in our school's spring 
tourney.  I could only hope it was just rust, as he said, and not the lack of 
prime conditioning, possibly something more than that even, like shot 
confidence perhaps, which I also suspected.

Todd and his work buddy were nowhere to be seen as I finally sat down in 
the bleachers awaiting Jenny's morning match.  I learned later they had 
opted to watch the "bitchin lookin muscle babe", Donna, who apparently 
was clear over on the other side of the gym, instead. Donna had that effect 
on people, I had to admit.  But I wasn't going anywhere, my loyalties, and 
concerns, centering squarely on Jenny.  Soon enough, Jenny and this 
Tonia came out for their match.  Jenny's face looked a little fuller than I 
remembered, but I wasn't really surprised, no make that disturbed, until 
she peeled off her warm-ups to reveal a clearly heavier version of the 
sleek, sculpted goddess I ogled for so long during our college years.  Oh, 
she was still plenty sexy, don't get me wrong.  But she'd put on a good 
five pounds, maybe more, since I'd last seen her very early that summer.  
And it wasn't muscle.  Her hips were rounder and softer, the thighs as 
well, and her once taut, flat tummy had the slightest jiggle to it as she 
moved.  Mind you she wasn't fat by any means, just not quite the chiseled 
athletic goddess I remembered, her still beautiful body filled out with 
softer, less muscularly defined, lines than before.  I worried now about her 
physical conditioning.  She clearly wasn't in prime shape; and this had to 
be the reason she looked so gassed to Todd the day before.

My newly softened goddess and the other girl, Tonia, a pretty big, well 
built and quite attractive blonde, were now out on the mat, getting ready to 
begin their match.  There was a distinct size difference between them, 
Tonia having at least 2-3 inches in height and maybe 10 pounds or so on 
Jenny, even with the added pounds Jenny carried.  On closer look, Tonia 
was, indeed, a real looker, pretty face, nice, not great, legs, but big and 
strong looking down there, and all over for that matter, though she didn't 
seem to carry herself with the athletic grace that Jenny always exuded. 
Just by the way she carried herself and showed off that big, beautiful body 
of hers, waving to a sizable group of male, and female, friends in the 
bleachers while stretching and warming up, I pictured her as more of a 
preppy, sorority chick type,  something Jenny, despite her "big girl on 
campus" reputation, never had much inclination to be.

So it was the big, good looking blonde against a slightly heavier version of 
my goddess of a former classmate.  And I have to admit on the basest level 
it was  good to see Jenny out on the mat again.  To my eyes, despite the 
added pounds and softened shape, she remained sexy as hell, and she still 
moved with that athletic grace, displaying good quickness and agility, 
anticipating her opponent's moves as they began their match.   Yet there 
was something else missing, the old fire and determination clearly not 
what it used to be. It was almost like she was hesitant, unsure of herself, 
lacking confidence in her considerable wrestling ability.   Several times 
she had good  opportunities in the early going against the slower footed 
blonde, but backed off well short of a legitimate takedown effort.  And 
when she finally did shoot all the way in for a double takedown attempt, 
dropping to her knees as she dove in with textbook form, she got her arms 
slung around the upper part of Tonia's big legs okay; but then didn't 
continue driving forward to cleanly finish the takedown. I think I stifled a 
small groan of alarm right about the same time I could hear Jenny grunting 
down on the mat as Tonia predictably sprawled out over her somewhat 
tentative takedown attempt, the blonde's beautiful, strong legs stretching 
back, loosening, then too easily shedding, Jenny's faltering grip.  In 
another moment the blonde had spun around my former classmate, 
claiming the takedown instead on a powerful counter move; and just like 
that Jenny found herself down 2-0.  I groaned quietly to myself as I saw 
my struggling "goddess" yield the first points of this match, even as I felt 
a familiar tightening down in my groin; the sight of this once great mat 
champion falling behind early both alarming and perversely arousing at 
the same time.

And, obviously winded from the failed takedown attempt, Jenny wasn't 
going anywhere any too fast, the well-built blonde working the ride from 
on top, using big, strong legs, that all-woman body, and busy arms to keep 
the smaller brunette within her control.  Jenny, for her part, looked 
strangely overwhelmed by her bigger foe, making few inspired efforts to 
wriggle free of Tonia's clutches this opening period.  Then with time 
running down, and Jenny hanging her head, breathing hard from 
struggling yet again to push up to all fours beneath Tonia's clinging ride, 
the sexy blonde quickly broke Jenny down again with a leg hook and back 
straddle and pushed into a half nelson as the smaller brunette desperately 
tried to fight her off, but slowly yielded, rolling up to one hip and slipping 
back toward the mat. Jenny's shoulders were briefly tilted toward a near 
fall position; but the embattled brunette managed to scoot over the end line 
at just about the same time; so there were no points scored by Tonia; and 
they re-started at the center of the mat, where the blonde easily rode her 
winded foe out to the bell. 

So it remained 2-0 at the break between periods, with Tonia dominating 
with a strong ride from on top after scoring that countering takedown 
midway through the period.  And Jenny looked much too worn out for 
merely two minutes of action.  I watched her there as they wandered back 
to the center circle, both girls sweating and breathing hard, but Jenny with 
head hanging low while Tonia managed to even crack a weak smile; and I 
knew Jenny was "in tough" this match.

Before her shocking collapse versus Donna fully half a year ago now, 
Jenny was renowned as a strong, superior wrestler from on top, often 
riding her opponent into near submission with strong legs and a stronger 
will.  Donna, of course, with those amazing legs of her own, had first 
neutralized, then broken the tiring Jenny's physical hold on their match, 
and soon enough all but broken her indomitable will as well.  Tonia didn't 
appear as physically talented as Donna, but the big blonde certainly hadn't 
given poor Jenny much chance to re-assert herself in the opening period; 
and, in fact, had turned the tables with a strong ride from on top herself.  I 
knew Jenny had to somehow reclaim some of that imposing will and aura 
of dominance she once displayed, and that Donna had so quickly, 
stunningly ripped away from her, if she was to have any chance at all; and 
I was relieved to see her, given the choice, take the "UP" position, as said, 
usually her strength.

So they began again, but with Jenny visibly struggling just to hold the 
bigger girl down right from the get go.  Tonia may indeed have been a not 
very athletic sorority chick; but she was a rugged foe and could no doubt 
sense Jenny's struggles from on top. And the blonde used her size and 
strength to power into a quick stand-up attempt that Jenny barely blocked, 
just managing to run her foe over the end line before Tonia could work 
herself free.  But, on the restart, Tonia, displaying some pretty good 
wrestling instincts of her own, went right to a sit-out reversal, her big, 
strong legs powering away from Jenny's clutching fingers as she spun 
around for the 2 point reversal and now a 4-0 lead.  Alarmingly, Jenny had 
held her ride for less than a half minute. And now Tonia was back on top; 
and, even though obviously winded from the quick burst in reversing my 
"goddess", was able to use that big, beautiful, and plenty strong, body to 
keep control of things again.

Jenny looked passive, intimidated even by Tonia's size and 
aggressiveness; and the former campus champion was doing less to try to 
escape this period than she had in the first stanza. I thought maybe her 
lack of match conditioning was already hindering her.  She was in a real 
struggle, clearly, trailing 4-0 with the second period winding down, and 
with Tonia, so far, having her way quite easily. It didn't look good for my 
"laboring goddess." 

Yet suddenly she turned back the clock, however briefly, to the glory 
days, first managing to force a restart by scooting over the end line under 
Tonia's clinging ride.  The blonde was really sucking air now; but so was 
Jenny.  Yet she pulled her head up determinedly, showing more "fire" than 
I'd seen in some time, surged into a nifty stand-up escape at the referee's 
restart whistle, and just as quickly turned and swept the lumbering bigger 
girl into a head-and-arm throw.  Tonia clumped down to the mat, her head 
snared by Jenny's arms, Jenny twisting her foe's shoulders toward the 
mat, holding them there, inches away from a pin, for excruciating seconds. 
But she couldn't quite finish the job, Tonia holding on grimly, and now 
fighting back, slowly twisting into Jenny, and pulling her shoulders up off 
the mat.  Jenny dug in, but the blonde whipped that big, beautiful body to 
and fro, loosening Jenny's grip, then wriggled around enough to pull her 
head free and slide behind the groaning brunette for a reversal.  In just 
seconds Jenny had gone from nearly scoring a pin to letting Tonia get 
back on top of her.  The two tired beauties struggled wearily the remaining 
20 seconds or so to the second period bell, with the referee signaling 6 
points for Jenny on her escape, takedown and near-fall, and 2 more points 
for Tonia with this latest reversal. 

Somewhat amazingly, given the big riding time advantage Tonia still held, 
Jenny, displaying mat savvy when skill and conditioning, her usual 
strengths, were not enough, had  knotted the match at 6-6 going into the 
final period.

But would it be enough? I wondered.  Tonia had the UP position to start 
the final period; and even though Jenny had fought back into the match, 
she had spent much of the first two periods struggling futilely, at times 
listlessly, under Tonia's strong ride.  And sadly, as I watched this third 
round unfold, I soon realized little, really, had changed.  Sure, Jenny had 
drawn in to a tie with that nifty 6 point move late in the second period; and 
seemed to have a legitimate shot now at winning this thing after all.  But 
the adrenaline surge that had spiked her brief rally was gone, dying 
quickly; and now she looked more like she was already soundly beaten, 
head down, groaning, as Tonia muscled her around the mat. 

To be truthful, both girls were plenty tired at this point, their sleek bodies 
shimmering in all-over sweat, movements clumsy and slowed.  I expected 
that this was pretty much the norm for Tonia, a big strong girl for sure, yet 
not real graceful.  But to see Jenny, normally such a keen competitor, 
acting like this, head down, clearly gassed and going nowhere, was 
startling to say the least.  I mean this match was officially still tied, and the 
blonde was doing little more than just wrapping her arms around and 
laying that big, beautiful body over Jenny, pushing the smaller brunette 
around and eventually down to the mat beneath her every time Jenny 
managed to struggle up to all fours beneath the draped blonde.   Tonia was 
clearly winded, and not able to do much more than that, sucking big gulps 
of air while moving sluggishly as she lay on top of her face down rival; 
yet my long time goddess, far from taking advantage, pushing her own 
tired body into escape or reversal attempts in an effort to forge a lead, was 
pretty much just stalling, riding out the round, trying to keep from giving 
up any more points as opposed to actively working to take the lead.  And 
her inactivity on the bottom let Tonia catch her second wind much easier 
and faster than the blonde would have otherwise.  

With maybe just over a minute left, Tonia, had, indeed, caught her breath, 
was still on top controlling things, and was becoming more active again; 
in a word, Jenny wasn't; wasn't trying to win or even move much beneath 
the blonde's clinging ride.  I was shocked, numbed, and yes, perversely 
aroused all at the same time, rock-hard down below, a sweetly tormented 
ache enveloping me while I watched my disheartened, shockingly 
vulnerable goddess  "stall out" the final period.  

Or at least she apparently thought she could stall out to the final buzzer.  
Perhaps realizing that Jenny had little or nothing left^Å no energy^Å even 
less spirit, the blonde, having caught her second wind, began pressing for 
the go-ahead points and maybe more, breaking Jenny down quickly the 
few times her smaller foe managed to slither back up to all fours; Tonia 
continued to really work the arms and legs from on top until my former 
classmate just lay there face down, no longer even attempting to get her 
knees under her, indeed merely twisting to keep her balance and keep 
from being turned by the bigger girl.  

The ref had seen this before, though undoubtedly never with Jenny if he'd 
ever officiated at one of her collegiate matches, finally pointing one hand 
at Jenny, issuing her a stall warning, to my memory perhaps the first time 
that this former college champion had ever been warned for stalling.   
Action didn't restart on a mere warning; and Jenny, reacting weakly to the 
stall warning, still labored sluggishly as she slowly pushed to all fours, 
dutifully trying to fool the ref into thinking she wasn't really stalling.  It 
was a brief, faltering effort though, Tonia just as quickly grabbing one of 
her arms and pushing poor Jen face down yet again.  Jenny just lay there, 
flattened out, sucking air, groaning softly, as the big blonde stayed on top 
of her, her big, beautiful legs wrapped all around, dominating Jenny's 
tanned, trembling, stretched back legs, while Tonia worked for a half 
nelson, tugging on Jenny's left arm, which was extended out to the 
brunette's side.  When Tonia's grip on Jenny's sweaty bicep slipped away 
and the blonde paused briefly, taking a big gulp of air before resuming her 
attack, Jenny made absolutely no move to pull the arm out of the way. 
Seeing this, the ref, running out of patience with my unresponsive 
"goddess", quickly slapped another stall warning on her; one more call 
and Tonia would be awarded points for Jenny's now blatant stalling 
tactics. 

Yet even now Jenny reacted but tepidly to this second warning, groaning 
wearily as she slowly slithered up to a semi-crouch beneath her blonde 
antagonist when Tonia took a short blow to catch her breath.  It was a 
woefully weak effort to show she had something left; but it at least staved 
off a humiliating stalling point being awarded her blonde rival, for the 
moment.  But Tonia, seeing Jenny lowering her head, just crouching there, 
spent and vulnerable, quickly sucked my exhausted and disheartened 
former classmate into a far cradle, locking arms around Jenny's head and 
far leg, rocking her to her back, holding her there for several seconds in 
near fall position before Jenny, kicking weakly against the pin hold while 
squirming desperately, just managed to slide one nearly flattened shoulder 
over the end line at the edge of the circular mat.  

The referee pulled the tangled duo apart, signaling a 3 point near fall for 
Tonia, who smiled wanly as she staggered up to her feet, breathing hard, 
large firm breasts heaving beneath her sweat-soaked white top, and 
wobbling a bit while wandering back to the center of the mat.  Jenny, 
however, was all but done, just lying there for agonizing seconds, that 
beautiful body still twisted in the cradle pin position, left leg sticking 
straight out, right leg, the one wrapped up in Tonia's cradle lock just a few 
seconds before, remaining cocked at the knee, tanned thigh muscle 
jiggling with rubbery exhaustion.  She was gaping for big ragged gulps of 
air, her blue clad chest heaving as she lay there, one arm slung over her 
pretty face. 

As I said, she was pretty much DONE; and I was almost there myself, 
though in a decidedly different way, if you know what I mean, squirming 
in exquisite agony while watching all this, my rock hard member straining 
at its denim restraints.  I bit my lip to stave of the sensations even as I 
unavoidably kept my eyes peeled on my splayed "goddess" down there at 
the mats edge.  

The ref was leaning over her now, probably telling her she needed to get 
up and make some attempt to get back to the center circle for a restart.  
But Jenny's fight was OVER!  This once proud athletic beauty, who for so 
long could not be beaten; no, make that refused to be bested or beaten by 
anybody, had now basically flicked it in with maybe a half minute still left 
in the match.  She was so tired, so discouraged, so clearly beaten in both 
body and spirit, that she labored just to roll over and push up shakily to all 
fours, finally beginning to crawl slowly toward Tonia, who was patiently 
waiting on her knees at the center of the mat.  The referee looked 
concerned at first, then merely peeved as Jenny's halting, lurching crawl 
slowed and ground to a stop still 5 or 6 feet away from the blonde.  He 
urged her on, telling her in a somewhat irritated voice, "you gotta keep 
moving, Blue^Å that was his mat name for the blue clad brunette, Tonia, 
clad in white shorts and sport bra, was, of course, White to the ref^Å. 
Jenny, head down, still gulping big ragged gasps of air, nodded mutely 
between gulps, but listlessly moved but a halting foot or so further forward 
before slowing again.  The ref had seen enough, raised his right arm, the 
index finger extended signifying a point being awarded, pointed 
accusingly at my slumped "goddess", and ritually intoned, "that's stalling 
on Blue^Å one point, White!"  It was a new, humiliating low point for this 
once proud champion, having been repeatedly warned; and now finally 
forced to concede a stalling point. 

Mercifully the ref held off docking her more stalling points as she slowly 
crawled the remaining distance to the center circle.  She was now down 
10-6; and she, and everybody else still watching the match, knew the gig 
was up.  Tonia smiled broadly as she settled in over her kneeling foe, 
seemingly oblivious to, or totally unaffected by, the knowledge that she 
was about to defeat a "legend" in the sport in this state.  As for me, I was 
still squirming in torment, hard as a rock, felt like I was about to cum all 
over myself, knowing that Jenny was going down to defeat^Å AGAIN^Å 
but hoping against hope she could last out the final 30 seconds or so and 
escape the further humiliation of being pinned.  It was like déjà vu, a 
nearly identical feeling as when I watched poor Jenny, then still the 
undefeated champion, go into overtime against Donna months earlier. I 
hated myself for doing so, but couldn't peel my eyes away from the scene 
down there on the mat.  From my vantage point, the only humane thing for 
Tonia to do, given Jenny's great legacy as a former college champion, was 
to just let time expire and take her decision victory.  But Tonia, of course, 
had little reason to even concern herself with any so-called legacy Jenny 
carried with her, even if she knew about it.   The big blonde was a 
competitor after all, and she knew only that a pin would give her an 
important extra point in the round robin standings.  So she was going for 
it, clearly.  And, to be perfectly honest, I would have as well, if I'd been in 
her position.

Not surprisingly, it was over quickly.  As I've said, Jenny was DONE. She 
was completely spent, legs and arms quaking with muscular exhaustion as 
she crouched there, dutifully awaiting the restart.  But, more alarmingly, 
she was utterly spiritless, didn't even fight  with any degree of tattered 
pride to stay off her back in the final 30 seconds.  Tonia broke her down 
with ridiculous ease, Jenny emitting a weak cry of utter helplessness and 
meek submission to a stronger, superior foe as she collapsed face down 
beneath the surging blonde.  Then Tonia just as quickly muscled the 
unresisting brunette over to her back with a simple half nelson, poor Jenny 
flopping over like a limp ragdoll, letting out with another feeble little 
groan of abject surrender while Tonia set her up for the pin.  The sexy 
blonde settled in over my beaten "goddess" with a devastating leg 
grapevine after turning Jenny's shoulders toward the mat, Tonia's big 
strong legs wrapped all over Jenny's weakened, overwhelmed 
counterparts, stretching them out, stretching Jenny out, plastering her 
shoulders to the mat.  Jenny gave out an even louder cry of total surrender, 
"gawwwwd, noooo," her pinioned body jerking suddenly and then 
trembling and shuddering visibly beneath the covering blonde as the ref 
quickly slapped the mat next to her flattened shoulder blades.  

And just like that it was over, poor Jenny  spread like a sacrificial lamb 
beneath that big beautiful blonde and rudely pinned with just seconds left 
in the match.  Jenny's almost sweetly tormented little cry at the end there, 
the involuntary jerking of her pinioned body, was too eerily reminiscent of 
her steamy meltdown in the wrestling room months ago, her over-wrought 
body shuddering and jerking almost endlessly while being worked over by 
both Donna and Linda that memorable day.  Somehow I instinctively 
knew it was the same kind of thing here, not to say that I was in much 
better condition.

When they untangled finally after the fall, Tonia wobbled some while 
getting to her feet; but she had a big wide, if tired, grin on her face.  Jenny, 
however, just lay on the canvas, that still stunning, if newly softened, body 
shuddering and trembling, chest heaving with big rasping gulps of air.  
With a weary groan she soon enough turned over to one side, lying on one 
hip, facing away from the bleachers.  She still looked so incredibly sexy, 
yet so startlingly lost and vulnerable, that delicious body sweat-soaked and 
shimmering, those sleek shapely legs stretched lifelessly across the mat, 
that I just wanted to rush to the mat and pick up my limp goddess, comfort 
her.  But of course that was impossible.  I wasn't going anywhere anytime 
soon or fast, what with a still raging boner; and, of course, there were still 
the formalities at matches end to complete.

Speaking of which, the referee and Tonia were waiting for Jenny at the 
center of the mat, the raising of the victor's arms by the referee being held 
up until Jenny could join them. But, like me, my defeated goddess clearly 
wasn't getting up and moving any time soon, that luscious body still 
splayed listlessly as she lay on one hip.  The referee finally moved over, 
peering down at Jenny, talking quietly with her. I could see her shaking 
her head wanly, almost crying it seems, though I couldn't be sure. In any 
event, he returned to Tonia, who'd been standing somewhat self 
consciously by herself at mid-ring all this time, and, sans Jenny, ritually 
raised the grinning blonde's near arm up to signify her victory even as the 
vanquished brunette finally began to slowly crawl off the mat, shoulders 
sagging, head drooping.  

Gawwwd how I ached for her then, still wanting to go to her side, comfort 
and console her; though I remained temporarily indisposed myself, fearing 
an embarrassing explosion down below if I dare move just then.  Then, 
even as I watched and ached for poor Jenny, I saw those other gorgeous 
legs slide into view, not Randi's slinky pair, but Donna's; the sexy, strong-
legged young brunette, all sweaty and full of herself, a towel slung 
carelessly over one shoulder, walking right up and putting an arm briefly 
around Jenny's slumped shoulders as she leaned over and said something 
quietly to my former classmate, who by this time had managed to make it 
off the mat and was sitting on a bench, slowly pulling on her warm-ups.  
As I watched dumbfounded, I saw Jenny struggle to control a quick, body 
shaking sob and then lean into the younger brunette as if craving her 
comfort and support, nodding her head while Donna pulled her arm away 
at length, only to give the older girl a gentle slap on the back as she moved 
off. 

Then Donna looked up, her eyes meeting mine; smiling, she headed up the 
bleachers right toward me.  I was frozen in place, panicky, breaking out in 
a cold sweat, as she stepped to the bench just below me and quipped, "hey, 
nice to see you again, Joey". I didn't respond, couldn't respond actually, 
was tongue-tied while gaping shamelessly at that glistening body, those 
unbelievable legs.  I hated myself for doing so, but I simply couldn't help 
staring at her, my eyes wandering up and down every delicious inch of this 
new "wrestling goddess."    I gulped, feeling my ever unruly member 
stiffening anew, thinking to myself, "my gawwwd, she must have put on 
at least 5 pounds since I last saw her," which was some months back, not 
long after the wrestling room episode actually.  

But, unlike Jenny's added pounds, which gave my former classmate a 
somewhat softer, rounder look, it was all muscle with Donna; smooth, 
sleek, sexier than hell muscle, and in all the right places.  Her biceps were 
bigger than I remembered, and those magnificent thighs were even more 
muscularly defined than before. This stunning young woman must have 
been hitting the weights with religious fervor over the last half year.  She 
was truly a GODDESS, or, as friend, Todd, had enthused over the phone 
to me, "one bitchin lookin muscle babe", all taut and shimmering, sexy, 
strong body and impossibly sculpted legs staring me right in the face.  

Somehow it had seemed like an eternity with me shamelessly ogling her 
hot body, and her just standing there silently after greeting me; but it 
probably was just a few seconds at most.  Now, she chirped again, "I 
guess you're happy to see me too, hee hee, that long, dumb stare and all."  
"Guess you like what you're seeing here," she added, while driving me to 
utter distraction by idly patting one big, beautiful, sweaty thigh.  I nodded 
at her dumbly, self-consciously pulling my legs together so as to better 
hide the embarrassing bulge down in the crotch of my jeans.  If Donna 
noticed anything unusual, she hardly betrayed any surprise, still full of 
herself, chirping, "did you hear about my match?".  I shook my head; she 
continued on, more than willing to talk about herself, how great she was, 
all that stuff.  "Well," she said, "of course I won again, got another pin." 
And then, "too bad about poor Jen; I know she really wanted to do well in 
this match; but that blonde bitch is plenty big and strong, pretty hot 
looking too, if you ask me.  From what I hear, Jen just wasn't strong 
enough to hold her off.  Or maybe she was too distracted by that big 
beautiful bod, maybe a little of both, heh heh.  You of all people know 
what a horny little bitch your girlfriend is."

"She ain't a horny little bitch," I angrily retorted, "and she ain't my 
girlfriend!"  "You don't like girls, then, Joey, is that it? You know, funny 
thing is I think your little girlfriend kind of digs hot chicks like that Tonia 
bitch she just wrestled; and, of course, me too.  You might say she can't 
stand the HEAT our strong, sexy bods give off, hee, hee; and neither can 
you, obviously."  She was staring straight at my crotch; she knew.  Now I 
was really pissed, not to mention horribly embarrassed. Parts of me 
wanted to crawl into the nearest hole, or, given present circumstances, 
under the bleachers; instead the other part of me snapped back, "look, lay 
off, will you; Jenny isn't my girlfriend.  But I like girls just fine."  "And so 
does she, Joey," Donna responded sweetly, just not content unless she got 
the last word in.  I gave up trying to argue pointlessly, stayed mum this 
time, seething inside in more ways than one.

Donna edged closer, fairly purring now, instantly changing, as is her wont, 
from irritating braggart to seductive tormentress, looking straight into my 
eyes while coyly lifting one leg, pushing with her shin up against my 
drawn together legs, too easily spreading them slightly as she worked that 
heavenly leg up the inside of my levi clad thighs.  I knew I should try to 
pull away, but couldn't, feeling powerless to stop this bold, sexy, 
predatory "muscle babe" as she worked her way up my trembling legs, her 
velvety touch sending electric sensations throughout my shuddering body.  
I stifled a small groan as I felt her shin bone push right up against my rock 
hard bulge. She probably only held it there for maybe two, three seconds; 
but those were the longest few seconds I'd endured in quite some time.  I 
bit my lip to try to stave off the unavoidable, surging arousal.  

Mercifully, she pulled her leg back soon enough; but I was hardly out of 
danger, since she still kept her foot resting on the bench seat directly 
between my spread legs; if she made any further move in the direction of 
the raging excitement down in my crotch, I'd be a goner for sure.  She 
kept me in this electric suspense for a long, tormented moment, still all 
full of herself, her wondrous body, magnificent "killer" legs literally right 
in my face, smiling sweetly down at me now, "mmmm, I'll take that as a 
compliment, Joey, that little salute you're offering up down there, that is;" 
and then, "guess you do like girls after all, heh heh, seeing as how your 
little pecker is so hopelessly devoted to my hot bod."  "But you know 
what?" she added, "your little slutty friend is pretty devoted to this bod 
too!"  I squirmed uncomfortably, mute and trembling, wondering, but not 
really wanting to know the whole naked truth, about what she meant by 
that comment; or what she had going with Jenny in general.  She 
continued, almost nonchalantly adding, "and from the looks of the poor 
thing after getting pinned just now, seems like that blonde bitch, Tonia, 
got the little slut all hot and bothered as well."  

I started to protest now, stammering haltingly, "she isn't a^Å a slut^Å!"  
"All evidence to the contrary, Joey," Donna quickly retorted; and then, 
"anyhow, I don't really give a rip what you think, Joey.  I know a slut 
when I see one and, believe me, your Jen's a horny little slut^Å used to be 
a so-called wrestling champ, hah^Å but look at her now, all worked up 
over getting whupped^Å AGAIN!"  I was really seething by this point, but 
stayed mute and trembling, as she'd pushed her lower leg up past my 
knees yet again, her warm, wonderful limb fairly burning a desperate 
tormenting ache throughout my trembling body as she laid it right up 
against my levi clad calf.  She kept it there for a few more tortuous 
seconds before finally stepping back, turning quickly on those impossibly 
sculpted, all woman legs and heading off, throwing a little flirtatious final 
jibe my way, "better go change those pants, big guy^Å ahem, you got a 
little embarrassing stain down below^Å hah hah, you and little slutty Jen 
are SO MUCH ALIKE."

I stared after her, at once both angered and hopelessly enraptured, my eyes 
admittedly fixated on the most extraordinary pair of legs I'd ever had the 
privilege of ogling.  Forget Jenny's, or even Randi's, Donna's fantastic 
stems were the BEST OF THE BEST!  I finally pulled my gaze away from 
those muscled beauties, feeling drained, almost emotionless all of a 
sudden.  The quick anger I'd felt just a moment ago had dissipated just 
like that.  Donna was gone, out of my sight finally; and Jenny had left for 
the dressing room sometime before that.  I never did get a chance to go 
talk to her.  I took a quick, furtive glance down at my crotch now.  The 
excitement had subsided slightly, my pants no longer tented up; but the 
small stain Donna had so cruelly reminded me of was inescapable.  I 
groaned at the embarrassing sight, pulled my t-shirt out and let it hang 
down as far I could to conceal most of the damaging evidence before 
slinking out of that gymnasium.

I didn't go back for the afternoon matches, the third of three preliminary 
round robin matches for each wrestler, choosing instead to check out of 
the motel and head out of town, numbed by what I'd experienced, too 
shaken, too nervous, to "suffer" through any more meltdowns by my 
fallen goddess.  I could pretty much figure out how Jenny, who'd 
shamelessly tried to stall her way to the final buzzer against a bigger, 
stronger Tonia, would fare in that final match against the sensational high 
school champ, Shelli; and I knew I couldn't handle that.  I also knew I 
probably didn't need, nor could I handle, another up close and personal 
confrontation with "muscle babe" Donna.  So I left, just like that. 

Old college chum, Todd, suddenly the world's biggest fan of female folk-
style wrestling, filled me in on all the predicable details when he called a 
week or so later.   Jenny hadn't lasted very long in her final match, getting 
pinned midway through the first period by the aggressive and talented 
little high school blonde.  Like I've said, somehow I knew something like 
that would happen.  Jenny was DONE a minute or so before the end of her 
faltering match against the older, bigger blonde, Tonia.  From the sounds 
of it, she was seemingly DONE before she even stepped out on the mat 
against Shelli later that same day. Again, I was hardly surprised to hear of 
her latest humiliating defeat.

In other details provided by Todd:

Donna swept through her round robin matches undefeated with two pins 
and an easy decision; and ultimately took the tournament championship, 
beating Shelli by a close decision in the semifinals to advance to the title 
match, apparently the only tough outing she had in the whole tourney.  
Indeed, she won the tournament title by pin over an outclassed redhead 
who'd seemingly gotten that far only because she hadn't had to wrestle 
either Shelli or Donna before that.  Tonia had been comfortably leading 
the redhead in the other semifinal match, but had to forfeit when she 
sprained a wrist in the second period and couldn't continue.  So that was 
that; Jenny, of course, was not even a participant in the finals off her 
faltering efforts against first Tonia, and then Shelli.  She'd obviously been 
in a tough bracket, and didn't advance, with both Tonia and Shelli making 
it to the semifinals; but she couldn't use that as an excuse.  It pained me to 
think it, but it was the brutal truth; super jock, Jen, was no longer very 
"super".  Not only had she been outclassed and pinned by both blondes, 
but even the bimbo cheerleader, Randi, had given Jenny a tougher than 
expected match in losing to the more experienced brunette by a decision 
on Friday.  Not surprisingly, Randi had apparently been totally 
overwhelmed by the two blondes, Shelli and Tonia, in her remaining 
round robin matches Saturday, losing both by quick falls.  She was, after 
all, and as I'd suspected all along, still more fluffy cheerleader than 
wrestler, which made her late comeback against Jenny, putting the former 
campus champ on her back at the end of their match, all the more 
shocking, and sad, for us long-time Jenny worshippers.

Yes, as hard as it was for me to accept this basic fact, the heavier, softer 
shell of a once great champion that showed up for the summer tournament 
was now merely another wrestler; and, sadly, a pretty mediocre one at 
that.  She'd shown flashes of the "old Jenny" during the one match I 
watched; but tellingly they were mere flashes; and she'd displayed 
startling vulnerability in literally giving up the fight down the stretch 
against the big blonde, Tonia.  By all accounts, Todd's primarily, she'd 
looked far worse against the sensational young high school blonde, Shelli. 
Somehow I knew it wasn't all just a loss of physical conditioning; and, by 
the same token, she hadn't forgotten how to wrestle in the half year or so 
that had passed since she suffered her first loss ever to Donna.  No, 
something else was going on inside my fallen goddess.  Donna had not 
only beaten her physically that fateful day when she ended Jenny's 
unbeaten streak, but clearly at some point had also gotten inside the older 
brunette's head in some strange way, turning poor Jen from a ferocious 
competitor to a tentative, spiritless "has-been".

I thought Jenny, once eliminated from the tourney, would have gone home 
early as well. I was WRONG!  Todd also told me that when Donna 
showed up on the mat for her title match against the outclassed redhead, 
the new "mat goddess" had, in Todd's words,  "a complete entourage" of 
helpers/supporters.  According to him, there was a gangly, freckle faced 
girl, undoubtedly Donna's pal, Liz; BOTH Randi and Jenny were there as 
well; and even Tonia, the big blonde who'd been forced to drop out of the 
finals due to her sprained wrist, was there cheering the young brunette on 
to victory.  And then, most surprisingly, or maybe not, given all the 
bizarre things that had happened to and around Jenny in the past year, she 
and Randi each gave a triumphant Donna long hugs after her victory.  I 
didn't ask for any more details from my reporter on the scene, even as I 
wondered anew just what kind of sway Donna held over not only Jenny, 
but now, apparently, Randi as well.  Some day I would find out; I had to.

(to be continued)