Trisha the Dominator
By Deacon



Action Cartoon/Episode # 1

(Encounter with a Shero(



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 Bennigan(s 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 Camry 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 Camry 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. Despite 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, biceps 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 Camry 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 his 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 no 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.

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 Trisha's
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 child were safely away at our request.

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(

By Louis E. Gray aka O(l Deacon