Trisha the Dominator
Action Cartoon/Episode # 1
"Encounter with a Shero"


"Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is purely coincidental; Trisha
the Dominator is a fictional character written purely for entertainment ".

Rare is the occasion when one has opportunity to meet with true greatness.
When one does, it behooves one took take full advantage of that encounter as I
did in a chance meeting with "Trisha". I am G-Man of the Battle Clan

I was holding a meeting with my colleges Deacon the Instigator, Fchman the
Watcher, Racer X the Facilitator, and the only white member of the group Loki
the Participator. We were having brunch in the Benigins at near Astro World in
Houston, Texas. While we were discussing the lack of new talent in the world
of women's extreme wrestling we heard the screeching of tire outside in the
parking lot; a royal blue pickup truck had force a Camery of the feeder into
the parking lot nearly missing several parked cars. Emerging from the truck
was a large dark skinned man about 6'0" 200lbs muscular in a power lifter kind
of way, with a faded hair cut, a diamond stud earring in his left ear, dressed
in a red flannel shirt, overalls and gym shoes. H e ran to the driver's side
of the Camery and tried to open the door but to no avail it was locked so in
an obvious rage he smashed the window open with his elbow then began to
extract the driver by the hair. Much to our horror it was a woman what was
worse it became evident that she had children as passengers! "I guess we
should go out there Loki said standing up with Racer and Fch rising
simultaneously. "If you don't I will I replied. Deacon was right behind them
but I called him back because of his heart condition. He was visibly upset
about not being able to participate. I attempted to quail his disappointment
with humor, "After all Deacon my good man what could you and I do but distract
him by having a stroke, heart attack or fit in front of him?" Deacon squeezed
out half a smile at my feeble attempt at comedy. We had to be confident that
our friends would take care of it and to be content watching from our window.
By the time the rest of my fellows were at the door another vehicle approached
with wheels screeching it was gigantic ebony Escalade with Superman emblems on
the grill the door and the back.

In the meantime time the situation had worsened before the other members of
the Battle Clan had gotten to the parking. Dispite the woman's pleas sprouting
from a blood filled mouth a result of the big guy slugging her. The girl's
children got out of the car in defense of there mom; a boy about six and a
little girl about four. In the scuffle the boy was smacked to the ground his
sister following; it was a disgusting display of cruelty hence Deacon and I
throwing caution to the wind headed for the door behind many of the other
patrons in the busy pub and grill. Suddenly time seemed to slow down as we
beheld the most magnificent sight imaginable emerging from the Escalade and
moving with cheetah like swiftness then popping the big guy in the jaw and
dropping him like something hot. We would have thought this antediluvian
physique belonged to a man were it not for her feminine contour, mountainous
mammary, lustrous black shoulder length wavy mane and her attractive childlike
countenance. Her body was like few I had ever seen before; six foot plus,
about 200lbs of flawless female symmetry, capacious striated shoulders,
biceps/triceps circumference about 22 inches, forearms about 13 inches, chest
span approximately 50 inches mounted by a astronomical set of prodigious
mammary, about 44 double D. Her abdominal wall was chiseled with flawless
athletic definition. The sinewy definition of her massive quads, bicep femur
development and sensually orb like glutei were textbook material. Her enormous
rhombus patterned calves were harmonious in mass and configuration. She was
wearing a navy blue sports bra, loose fitting gold workout shorts and blue and
white cross trainers.

After flooring the assailant she ordered the other woman and her children back
into the car, "Take your kids and get back in" she demanded pointing to the
Camery but never taking her eye off her opponent. They ran to do so without
hesitation. The big guy who we later learned was Nic was spiting blood and
shaking the cobwebs out was slowly rising to her feet. "Take you time Punk
@$$!, catch you breath, get ya' head right I don't want this @$$ whoopin' you
are about to receive to be blamed on the sucka' punch". She continued talking
and circling him to let him gather himself; her confidence was either
exemplary or fool hearty, it would remain to be seen. " You know one of my pet
peeves is a man who beats his woman, and in public, in front of the kids too!"
By this time the big man had his bearings was removing the flannel shirt and
made a startling announcement "I aint on man!", She said as the shirt was
tossed aside revealing a body shirt and two large breasts that were wrapped
tightly to her chest. She placed her overall straps back on her shoulders
fixed her eyes on the bronzed Amazon and raised her meaty fists signaling
battle readiness. "Good cause the only thing I like crushing more than an
abusive man is crushing an abusive "Bull Dike!" she offered smiling from ear
to ear. We expected the police to be there by this time but there was and
unfortunate incident a few miles away where an officer had been shot so all
available officers were at that scene. Hence we were about to see a spectacle
of gladiator proportions. I was only concerned about one thing, " Fch! Did you
bring your camera? I inquired. "Always" he answered grinning and producing a
small digital camera seemingly from no where.

The giant Valkyerie were now circling one another poised to strike, Nic spoke
asking, "So what's yo' name B!%@#! I like to know who I'm about to kill!"
"TRISHA" replied the titanic belle with a gleam in her eye. After this Trisha
threw the fist punch; a right hook to the head partially deflected by Nic and
then it was on! They stood toe to toe delivering a series of blows that would
back up Lenox Lewis and Mike Tyson but they did not move except fore bobbing
weaving and there heads jerk in various directions because of connecting
punches. This went on for at least five grueling minuets of grunting, groaning
and arduous suspiration amid slinging swelter and bloody saliva. Suddenly Nic
dropped to one knee hyper ventilating, her fore head resting on Trisha's
contracting six pack and her hands grasping her waist to keep from totally
collapsing. Trisha quickly applied a front face lock then raised Nic to her
feet; Nic was gagging with her arms dangling to her sides and only standing by
Trisha's strength. Trisha scooped Nic up by the crotch then power slammed her
with incredible velocity on to the unyielding asphalt. Though the sound of her
body was horrifying no one felt sympathy for her because of the previous
incident. Nic's eyes were glazed, her disfigured mouth wide open gasping for
air as she rolled from side to side writhing in agony. "Don't lay down on the
job Boo we ain't done yet!" Trisha said sarcastically. Trisha slide her
massive hands inside of Nic's T-shirt and wrap gripped Nic by the breasts
bringing her to her feet screaming shamelessly displaying the first truly
feminine sounds we heard throughout the struggle. Trisha then applies another
suflex this time showing off her unparalelled strength she held Nic inverted
in the air by her head and thigh. She then walk over to my classic drop top
Bentley then Trisha mounted my car from the rear; bumper to fender to trunk
still holding Nic above her. We all gasped and her prowess and cruelty. Trisha
then dropped Nic such that her pelvis landed astride the driver's side door;
Nic's contralto voice was now fully soprano, which became evident as she let
out a high-pitched distress cry. The damage report on Nic was extensive; a
broken nose, a broken cheekbone, a chipped tooth, clawed breasts, cracked
ribs, split lips, and a fractured pelvis bone. Trisha showed no remorse and
showed no sign of relenting; she pulled Nic off my car her body hitting the
ground with a thud.

"OK Dike you held me up enough lets put you to bed" Trisha insisted.

Trisha sat her beat foe up the clamped on a sleeper hold; Trisha stretched her
feet behind her for leverage. When periodically tightening her hold as her
anaconda like arms squeezed Nic's arteries. Simultaneously her whole body
would contract, her tantalizing glutei notably tremulous in their assistance.
A curiously erotic call and response took place between the conqueror and the
conquered; when Trisha would squeeze Nic would respond with a grunted
suspiration and Trisha would answer with, "Oooo yea baby!" her eyes half
closed and her lips trembling. It was as if she received some licentious
gratification from her opponent's suffering. It did not take much time before
Nic was out cold. Trisha released her hold dropping her fallen foe to the
ground, her face bouncing on the asphalt as her leg kicked and her hind end
humped the involuntarily. Shortly after that an ambulance arrived and gathers
the beaten she hulk to rushed her to the medical center. By this time the
mother and children were safely away at our request.

I Sent Deacon to meet Trisha and asked her to join us for brunch, she
declined, stating that she was already late for an appointment. So they traded
numbers and E-mail addresses such that we might meet at another time. Trisha
was the answer to our "sick" prayers, new blood for the "Battle Clan"; Trisha
was what we liked to call an M&M, because she was both magnificent and
marketable. There after we could talk about nothing else, we were so excited
we started making plans for her career before even talking to her. Racer kept
remarking about how she was so dominate in the fight, then Deacon said,
"That's it! We can bill her as "TRISHA the DOMINATOR"