Stacey
By Gerbil
14 Year Old Gives Uncle Henry a Wrestling Lesson



"Come on Uncle Henry.  Pleeeease?" 

"I told my maybe some other time Stacey I want to read the paper now." 

Jill glanced up from the dishes she was doing and looked into where her 
brother and her 14-year-old daughter were, in the living room.  "Are you 
bothering your Uncle Henry Stace?" 

"Heck no Mom.  I'm bored and I just want him to teach me how to wrestle, 
like you said he did in high school...and he won't." 

"Honey, that was a long long time ago, and Uncle Henry is old now.  He 
might be afraid you'll beat him" Jill laughed. 

Henry folded the paper and rose from the chair.  "Okay you two smart 
alecs, if it will shut both of you up, I'll show Stace a few moves.  I 
may be pushing 40, but I'm still in pretty good shape." 

"Just let me warn you Bro, Stacey is quite athletic, and I have noticed 
a little gut developing on you, so don't over do it and hurt yourself." 

Henry moved up behind his sister and gave her a friendly peck on the 
cheek.  "Always the big Sis looking out for my well-being eh?  Well, 
fear not I'm 5'9", and 165 pounds, nearly all of it still muscle." 

"Well I'm 5'2", 105 pounds, and ALL of it muscle." 

Both of them looked toward the living room and saw Stacey standing in 
shorts and T-shirt, flexing both arms in a double-biceps pose.  Her arms 
displayed noticeable bulges, from her years of gymnastics training. 

Henry shook his head and laughed at the muscle show, and moved toward 
the door leading downstairs to the recreation room.  "Okay tough girl. 
Let's go, but please go easy on me, okay?" 

"I promise Uncle Henry." 

Henry was amazed that Stace actually sounded serious.  Didn't she know 
he was joking and that he would easily pin her and cause her to give up 
and want to go back upstairs in less than ten minutes?  

Stacey was barefoot, with her toes painted a bright off red, and was 
wearing her denim cutoffs and a tank top.  Henry followed her downstairs 
and once again noticed the bulge in Stacey's arms as she tied her hair 
back into a ponytail.  She was obviously in very good shape, but how 
could she even hold the slightest thought that as a mere child of 14, 
she could compete with him in a test of strength. 

Henry didn't even bother to change into shorts, but did remove his hard-
soled shoes.  They moved the mats that Stace normally used for 
gymnastics to the middle of the floor.  Henry rolled up his long-sleeved 
work shirt and emptied his pockets of keys, wallet and change.  

"Okay Stace.  What do you want to learn first?  I can show you some 
takedowns, or some escapes or how to work various holds for pins." 

"Uncle Henry.  I didn't want you to teach me moves.  I learned those 
from my boyfriend Michael.  I wanted to wrestle you to see how I could 
do against a grown man." 

"Stace, this charade has gone far enough.  You can't be serious can you?  
I outweigh you by 60 pounds, and even though it's been a few years, I 
was district champ in high school." 

"I know Uncle Henry.  That's what's so cool about it.  It would be so 
neat if I could do well against you.... or maybe even beat you." 

Henry put his arm around her, pulled her towards him and gave her a kiss 
on her forehead, thinking 'poor misguided child.' 

They separated and both moved onto the mat and Henry gave one final 
smile and shake of the head as he looked into the determined crystal 
blue eyes of his young "opponent". 

He nearly laughed out loud as he saw her bent over, slowly coming at him 
with her arms outstretched and ready to spring.  Henry slowly moved 
toward her and reached out, ready to pick up her small frame, put her 
gently to the mat and hold her there until she gave up. 

In a lightening move, Stacey pushed up with her arms and avoided his 
grasp as she moved under his arms and grabbed one of his legs.  Henry 
was amazed with her speed, and thought it was cute when she had his one 
leg high in the air, but didn't think it was so cute when she snaked one 
of her legs around the leg he was using to support himself.  Still 
holding his right leg firmly, she pushed back on his upper body to trip 
him and send both of them to the mat. 

Henry was flat on his back, completely blanketed by Stacey's young 
athletic body. 

Henry panicked as his shoulders were pinned securely to the mat.  In 
less than ten seconds, Stace had taken him down and tied his body into 
holds which he was unable to break...  She put a lock around his neck, 
and further tightened the hold she had around his legs, stretching them 
wide, and cause severe pain in his groin.  His was held fast as he 
struggled under the young athlete who controlled him.  

He grabbed at the secure hold around his neck, but the leverage Stacey 
had established plus the surprising strength she exhibited made her hold 
unbreakable. 

Henry new he was beaten.  "Okay Stace.  That's enough Hon."  Henry 
patted her back with his hand, and slowly Stacey uncoiled her young body 
from around him." 

"That was awesome Uncle Henry.  I won.  I wasn't really sure that I 
could beat you, but I won.  Wow.  I never thought I could really do it; 
especially so fast." 

Henry smiled, a bit flustered.  "Come on Stacey, now you know I wasn't 
ready, and wasn't really trying.  Besides, I couldn't really move in 
these clothes." 

Stacey looked hurt and angry.  "Liar!  You're a liar.  You know I won 
fair and square.  You're just like every other boy I've beaten, who 
can't admit that a girl can be better at wrestling than they are." 

"I'm sorry Stace.  I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but I have to be 
honest.  I really wasn't trying, and you just caught me off guard 
Honey." 

"Okay then Uncle Henry, let's wrestle again; and promise that you'll 
really try this time.  No excuses.  Take off your shirt and pants and 
wrestle in your underwear.  I've seen you plenty of times in your 
boxers, and they're just like wearing shorts." 

"Well, Okay Stace, but I don't want to see you upset when you lose.  
It's just a friendly little competition okay?" 

Stacey calmed a bit and looked down at her feet and mumbled, "That's all 
I want Uncle Henry.  A fair match.  If I lose I lose, but if I win, I 
want you to be big enough to not make excuses and congratulate me. 
Deal?" 

Henry removed his outer clothing and tossed them on the couch, then 
moved back to the mat, smiled and reached out his hand to shake. "Deal." 

He felt a little uncomfortable standing in his undershirt and boxers, 
and part of the reason was that he had removed his built-in excuse of 
not being able to move, when he removed his clothes.  The fact of the 
matter was that Stacey had thoroughly beaten him, but he was determined 
not to let it happen again. 

He was more cautious this time as they approached each other.  Both 
reached out and grasped each other behind the neck...  Henry pulled 
down, but her young supple body did not give.  He then tried to shoot 
for a takedown and while trying for two legs, only got one.  He had her 
leg high in the air with her toes pointing toward the ceiling, but 
because of her Gymnastics skills, she would not lose her balance and go 
down.  

Henry spun around behind her and with his superior weight was able to 
"bull" her physically to the mat.  Before he could come down on her 
young body and twist her to her back for a pin, she sat out and quickly 
twisted up behind him.  She drew her strong arms up and under his, until 
he was locked in a painful full nelson.  She then began to exert effort 
with the hold and he found his face slowly going toward the mat, and his 
back begin to ache under the pressure.  He had to lay out on his stomach 
flat to relieve the pressure that this painful hold was having.  He rose 
to his hands and knees to try and escape, but was quickly driven back 
down to the mat.  She was able to counter every move he attempted, and 
the sweat was beginning to pour from his brow, as the energy faded from 
his body.  His arms and legs began to feel like lead and after ten 
minutes, Henry knew he was once again going to suffer defeat at the 
hands of his young niece. 

Stacey moved to the side and slipped one arm under Henry's then up, over 
and around his neck.  Slowly she began to turn him from his stomach to 
his back.  Henry offered no resistance as he felt his upper body slowly 
turned, followed by his buttocks and legs. 

He was once again on his back.  One of Stacey's arms went under the back 
of his neck and the other under his leg.  She locked her hands and held 
him firmly in a painful, secure cradle.  Every ounce of energy was spent 
and he was totally under the control of the strong 14-year-old. 

She securely held his buttocks in the air and waited. 


"Okay, okay.  You win Stace..... fair and square." 

Henry had never seen his young niece so excited about anything before.  
She leaped into the air and then looked back down at Henry, realizing 
what she had just done.  She loved her Uncle and didn't want to make him 
feel bad. 

"I'm sorry Uncle Henry.  I won't tell Mom if you don't want me to." 

"No problem Honey.  I gave it everything I had, but you beat me 
twice...no excuses.  You're the better wrestler."  

After a warm hug and 'thank-you' Stacey raced upstairs two at a time to 
tell her Mom the results, leaving Henry alone to catch his breath and 
wonder how he was beaten so convincingly.