Janey's State Championship
By Gerbil
Sixteen year old beauty  wins High School Championship.

Tomboy Janey switches from gymnastics to wrestling as her father 
provides her with a lesson one night in their basement.  From that one 
lesson, a star is born. 




I can still remember it as if it were yesterday.  Janey, my little girl, 
apple of my eye, pride and joy, fruit of my loins interrupted me reading 
the paper as she grabbed my arm and pleaded with me to teach her how to 
wrestle.  She was only in 7th grade, 12 years old, and although I was 
rather surprised, I figured it wouldn't do any harm, and my darling 
little tomboy would soon grow out of this interest, so we headed down to 
the basement; a night I will never forget. 

One side of the basement had been set aside for Janey's tumbling and 
gymnastics practice, something which she had been involved in since she 
was four.  She had developed terrific coordination and although I 
shouldn't admit it, a very appealing firm young body, sleek yet 
noticeably muscular arms, and a pair of legs to rival those of Mary Lou 
Retton.  After 8 years of gymnastics she had grown tired of the routine 
training, and with her increased weight to 125 pounds and height to 
5'5", she was anxious to find another sport.  

I told her I would meet her on the mat, and was waiting for her 
downstairs, but I was not prepared for the site which came bounding down 
the steps ten minutes later.  She had put her shoulder length blond hair 
in pigtails and had changed into a pale blue bikini which I had never 
seen before.  Our household had always practiced a sense of modesty and 
the scantiest outfit I had ever seen her in was her gymnastics tights.  
My mouth nearly dropped open as I stared at her beautifully tanned and 
flawlessly muscled body. 

Continuing to nonchalantly stretch I tried to play it off.  "Um, where 
did you get that outfit?" 

"Oh this?  I just wanted to try out something a little different this 
Summer than the usual one-piece suits we use on the swim team."  

She slowly turned around and I couldn't help but notice the defined 
muscles of her back from hours on the uneven bars, and the firm round 
glutes only partially covered by the almost sheer material of her 
bottom.  As she continued to stretch, my eyes took in the swell of her 
breasts and firm bottom barely covered by the tiny panty triangle.  She 
was a maturing young woman which was most evident as she innocently 
stretched and warmed up. 

I asked, "Don't you think you should wear something a little more sturdy 
and durable if we are going to wrestle?"; all the while thinking; less 
revealing and provocative.  "It might come loose or something." 

"Oh Daddy.  Don't be silly.  I want to be able to move freely and this 
was the best thing I could find that would allow me the most 
freedom....Unless of course you would let me wrestle in my birthday 
suit." 

Did I detect a sexy cock of the head and teasing lilt to her voice as 
she said that?  As my heart raced ever faster, I told myself to get my 
mind out of the gutter.  A 12 year old has no thoughts of seducing her 
own father. 

"Plus the fact, I remember Mommy said you used to change my diapers all 
the time, so I know you've seen all of me before, so it's no big deal if 
my suit slips off....Is it?" 

I still couldn't get it out of my mind that this young girl, the one I 
read stories to and swung on the swing was seemingly trying to turn me 
on with her young muscular body. 

Finally  we were ready, and walked to the center of the mat and begin 
the training.  We practiced for 45 minutes and I taught her everything I 
remembered from my gym classes and intramural wrestling days.  We slowly 
walked through one leg, and two leg take downs, reversals, sit outs, 
cradles and other pins.  Although the pace was slow and practiced, I was 
sweating and was getting tired, but Janey merely had a light sheen and a 
glow in her cheeks, seemingly more energized before we started.  

I put my arm around her and gave her forehead a kiss.   "Okay kitten.  I 
think that's enough for the night.  School tomorrow and you need your 
rest." 

The death of her mother in a car accident two years ago had left me all 
the responsibility for raising Janey, and although it was a trying job 
at times, I wouldn't have traded it for anything. 

"Aw Daddy.  Just ten more minutes?  I want to try and practice 
everything you taught me for real." 

I smiled at her, knowing she was always eager to jump into things head 
first.  After 2 more minutes of pleading and telling me how she would go 
to bed right away, I finally agreed to a wrestling match.  I was 4 
inches taller and 35 pounds heavier, and I didn't want to hurt her, but 
I wanted to make her happy, so we squared off, ready for our first 
match, which led to many more in the months and years ahead. 

We locked hands behind each others' necks and I shot for her leg, 
thinking that I would quickly take her down, pin her, she would giggle, 
then rush off to bed telling me that she would win one someday .... Not 
so.  I did manage to grab both of her bare legs, but she had flattened 
out with lightening speed and had control of my upper body as I tried to 
pull the legs in and flip her to the mat. 

Trying to be the supportive coach, I offered encouragement telling her 
what a good counter move to my attack she had made.  The words were 
barely out of my mouth when she broke her legs free, pushed down on my 
head with an incredible force and flung her body behind mine to flatten 
out on top of me. 

"Great move Janey," I gasped, with the wind knocked out of me and my 
young daughter,  now with complete control of me.  I could feel her firm 
bicep dig into my throat as her muscular legs encircled mine in an 
unbreakable hold.  "Nice leg lock Janey, I gasped." 

"Thanks Dad." 

I could feel her confidence grow as she held me firmly and I could 
almost sense her plotting her next move. 

I didn't have to wait long to find out what she had in mind as she 
released my legs and flung them to my side.  Bending over, she put her 
head in my armpit, put an arm over and around my neck and in a 
lightening quick move, turned me easily to plant me firmly on my back.  
She immediately locked my left leg with hers, then brought my right leg 
up and joined hands in a perfect cradle.  I was totally immobile and 
that's when I knew that Janey was truly gifted.  

"Nice Cradle Janey" the coach in me said.  "Okay now, remember your 
promise.  Now let me go. 
 It's bedtime young lady."  It felt very strange barking out commands to 
a young muscular "woman" who has you under complete control, but I made 
the effort anyway. 

Slowly she released me, and smiled down at my panting, sweaty  body. I 
was totally embarrassed with the ease in which my young daughter had 
thrashed me, but also extremely impressed  with  her incredible young 
strength and natural wrestling ability.  She thanked me for "giving her" 
some lessons, kissed me on top of the head, then ran off to bed 
whistling and singing. 

After that first night, I knew she was going to be someone pretty  
special, and tonight, 4 years later, she was proving it, becoming the 
first girl ever to compete for the Virginia State High school 
Championship in the 165 pound class against last year's state champ.  
She had gained 4 more inches and 40 more pounds, all of it solid smooth 
and functional muscle.  She had steadily improved over those four years 
in our basement, and I have yet to beat her in the last three and a half 
years, but I couldn't be prouder as she smiled up at me in the stands 
and gave me a thumbs up sign.  I smiled back, the proudest parent on 
earth 
 
She had gone undefeated and 9 of her ten matches had not gone the 
distance; her fastest pin coming in 52 seconds of the first period.  No 
matter how good she was and how many times he had seen her conquer her 
opponents, I still got butterflies whenever she stepped out to compete.  
Her opponent this evening also went undefeated; as he had done the 
previous two years, and being an 18 year old Senior he had years of 
experience on her since he started wrestling at 7 years old.  This 
however was the match the crowd had been waiting for.  The reputations 
of both wrestlers was widely known and the time had come for the 
bragging rights of the two rival high schools. 

My heart was beating almost out of my body and my palms were dripping 
with sweat as the two warriors bent and approached each other ready for 
the start of the match.  Without warning the Bishop High wrestler took 
Janey down in a blur of action putting her on her back.  On the 
defensive, Janey quickly formed a neck bridge, arching her back off the 
mat.  She was clearly on the defensive and barely avoided a pin in the 
first 15 seconds.  As I looked at every muscle strain in her neck I 
couldn't help but cover my eyes.  "My poor baby," was all I could think. 
Suddenly she was able to flip over and escape, but not for long.  The 
more experienced Bishop wrestler with razor sharp reflexes countered her 
and was on her immediately forcing her to the mat on her stomach.  He 
locked one of her legs with his and was twisting her right arm until it 
looked as if it would almost snap off.  I just couldn't watch as the son 
of a bitch manhandled my poor baby, and I just wished he would pin her 
and get it over with.  

Just as he was about to turn her over once again, the ref blew the 
whistle signalling for the end of round one.  Both wrestlers had a glow 
of sweat over their equally muscled bodies, but both also looked like 
they were not winded in the least. 

Round two started with Janey in the down position on all fours.  The ref 
blew the whistle and Janey tried to do a sit out, but was unsuccessful 
and the Bishop wrestler continued to dominate.  Janey's body was being 
twisted into every position imaginable, but amazingly she made it to the 
end of round two without getting pinned; although the score was very 
lopsided at 26-3. It was even more amazing that the Bishop wrestler 
actually looked fatigued at this point and looked to his coach 
questioningly about what he should try next.  Janey, although sweating a 
little more, with her muscles pumped from the heavy exertion still 
looked fresh and surprised me by giving me a smile and another thumbs up 
sign before the start of the third period. 

Janey had the top position in the final period, but once again it 
appeared that her opponent had superior speed and skills, because the 
sit out he attempted was successful.  He shot a hand into her crotch and 
leaned back, to force her shoulder to the mat.  I had never witnessed 
such a clear domination, except when Janey was doing it to her opponents 
in her previous matches.  He was wracking up points by the minute and 
she was once again under his control.  I had to look away once again as 
her arm was being turned into a pretzel and I felt a chill run up my 
spine.  I simply had to look away at that point.  Two minutes passed and 
I hadn't heard any whistles ending the match. 

I was looking at my watch, trying to count down the seconds when a 
thunderous roar suddenly went up, startling me.  I looked up and Janey 
had somehow flipped the Bishop wrestle to his back and was holding him 
securely in a cradle.  The ref was down on his stomach busily scurrying 
from side to side to determine if there was any space between the Bishop 
wrestler's shoulders.  The crowd continued to roar, urging Janey on, and 
finally the ref raised his right hand and brought it to the mat, 
signaling a pin and an end to the match.  My  little girl had won the 
state championship for her school, and the students flooded the mat to 
congratulate her. 

I stayed back to let her glow in the limelight and as the crowd died 
down, she slowly walked over to me, looking weary for the first time.  
She was about two feet from me, then suddenly leaped into my arms 
wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck.  I was nearly 
bowled over, but not by the weight, but by the kiss she placed directly 
on my lips.  I panicked quickly looking around to see if anyone was 
watching, as I tried to pry her arms free, but the kiss continued with 
her tongue actually exploring my mouth until she was satisfied and 
released my neck from her unescapable grip.  

Red from embarrassment I exclaimed,  "Janey, what are you doing?  
Fathers and daughters don't kiss like that."  

She put on her best little girl pout as she slowly climbed down.  I just 
wanted to say thank you for getting me here.  Without your patience and 
teaching and taking time helping with my moves in the basement, I never 
would have been here tonight, and I just wanted to let you know how much 
I love you." 

"Okay young lady.  I love you too, but we will have no more of that type 
of behavior." 


She went off to shower and I went to the car trying to clear my spinning 
head from the evening's excitements, and from the kiss my daughter had 
given me. 

I stared at Janey as she came out dressed in crisp clean blue shorts, 
barefoot with a scoop necked white sleeveless shirt contrasting 
magnificently with her deep rich tanned and muscular arms.  She was a 
truly  beautiful and very talented young lady and I only wished her 
mother could have been alive to take part in this night. 

"That was a terrific match Janey and I am extremely proud of you.  I 
really thought however that you weren't going to be able to make it, and 
perhaps next year would be your year." 

"Thanks again Daddy.  I have to admit that he was a lot tougher than I 
thought, but I felt like I had better endurance and just had to hang on.  
I did exert a lot more energy than I thought I would though, and really 
think I will need that full body massage you promised when we get home." 

The way she was acting, and the sly smile she gave me made me once 
question what was happening with my overly playful 16 year old Amazon.  

She moved over to me and rested her head on my shoulder.  

"And after you give me my massage, and repair my aching muscles I will 
return the favor to let you know how much you mean to me."  

My hands tightened on the wheel and wide eyed I stared straight ahead 
and drove the rest of the way in silence.