A brief interview with Tricia McCarron The world famous female martial artist describes her newest technique for incapacitating a male.
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Women Martial Artists, Vol. 3, Issue 11 Jan 2001
Article “An Interview with Tricia McCarron”
It was around three in the afternoon when I arrived at the
apartment complex of miss Tricia McCarron. The sun was bright
overhead, and the concrete radiated in its warmth. I tentatively
rang the doorbell and was greeted promptly by an attractive
brunette in her mid 20’s, about 5’5, and clothed in a white cotton
shirt and faded khakis. I of course recognized the famed female
martial artist from countless televised and printed interviews over
the past year. She greeted me warmly, and led me into the living
area of her spacious suite. After offering me a steaming warm cup
of coffee, I immediately began the interview that, hoped, would
inspire female martial artists worldwide.
“How long have you been practicing martial arts?”
I began with the standard formal questions. Tricia smiled
warmly. “I’ve been practicing since I was about twelve, and
teaching classes since I was eighteen. And, as you undoubtedly
know, I hold a black belt in Judo, and HapKiDo.”
I happily recorded the information on a pocket recorder.
This would be of interest to my readers, especially those who are
unaware of Tricia’s achievements. However, the part of the
interview that excited me was yet to come.
“You were quoted as once saying a well trained woman is the
most dangerous weapon in a fight. Could you explain that in detail
for us?”
“Of course I can,” she replied with a bright smile. “Women
are by far the most underestimated when it comes to defending
ourselves. That is usually the fatal move that attackers make.
Assuming that we are too weak to put up a fight.”
“When you say attacker, I assume you mean a male. Like
someone stronger than the typical woman?”
“Yes, like a potential rapist. Anybody who feeds off power,
and who assume their victims are powerless.”
“Certainly some of the techniques that you teach your
students would be helpful in such a situation.”
“Oh, yes,” she beamed. “I talked to a girl from one of my
classes two weeks ago about a technique I taught her, called the
Snake Bite.”
“Interesting. What is the Snake Bite?”
“It’s a technique that I sort of developed by accident one
day while sparring at my old dojo. We were trained in no holds
barred fighting. It was a very dangerous school, and yet it was the
best learning experience for me. I was practicing with this other
student… Mike, I believe his name was. He was a student trainer,
and a very large guy. I was only a green belt; young and
inexperienced. I had heard many times in my training that the best
area of attack when fighting a larger male opponent is the groin. I
was always fascinated by the thought of using a guy’s weak spot
against him, but I had never been in a situation to do that. I had
been having dreams about how awesome it would be to kick a man’s
testicles so hard he can’t walk for a week,” she continued, with a
wicked smile on her face.
I knew exactly what she meant.
“The guy was too good for me to get a kick in outright.
Every move I made was expertly blocked. Within thirty seconds, he
threw me to the mat and completely knocked the wind out of me.
Needless to say, I was very upset, angry, and desperate. I had to
prove myself to my instructors quickly, or else I risked being
expelled from the class. Eventually, I got a decent strike into his
chest. He grabbed my arm, swung me around to his left, and over his
leg. I was knocked forward onto my knees, and behind Mike. When I
lifted my head, he shot back with his elbow, nailing my nose. Blood
was pouring from my nostrils and my head was spinning at this
point. I reached around his left thigh, grabbing his groin. I could
see the shocked expression on Mike’s face, his eyes wide in shock.
I could feel the outline of his testicles in his outfit pants, and
I positioned my fingers around them. I remember yelling at the top
of my lungs, with blood pouring into mouth, as I dug my finger
nails into Mike’s pelvis and pulled my hand back, with his poor
balls caught on my nails. There was a sharp snapping sound, like a
bone fracturing, and suddenly Mike fell backwards over top of me.
He had passed out.”
“I see why you call that the Snake Bite. What happened to
this poor Mike guy?”
“He was out cold for a good thirty minutes, while we called
for an ambulance to pick him up. I could see his package swelling
through his pants, and knew the outcome would not be good. It turns
out that when I pulled on his groin with my nails, I had completely
severed his testicles from his body! The cords were ripped from
inside his sack. I had essentially emasculated the guy without
spilling a drop of blood. It was a very exhilarating experience!”
“Were the Doctors able to reattach his balls?”
“I believe one of them. The other one was too badly mangled
to do much with,” she said with a smile. “Well, that’s not true,”
she added, “They could have made a nice shake out of it,” and
giggled.
“That’s very interesting. I’m sure our readers would love
to have a demonstration of your technique in some future issue!”
“Of course! We’ll have to arrange a photo session…. Just as
soon as I find a guy willing participate.”
“Have you ruined any other guys with this technique after
Mike?”
“Several! Most of them were at that same school. A couple
happened where I am teaching right now. But, it is fairly rare. Men
seem to avoid my school for some odd reason,” she grinned. “In
fact, I’m proud to say that last week my first student successfully
used the Snake Bite on a guy! I was so proud of her! Of course, it
was the biggest mess I have ever seen in my dojo.”
“Can you tell us about it?”
“Sure! A new guy signed up at my school recently. His name
was Joey, and he was a short blond kid; eighteen years old, about
5’6. He was a brand new martial artist, starting out as a white
belt. And he wanted to learn from the best, which is why he came to
my school.”
“What happened to Joey?”
“It was his second day of class, and I had the group pair
up for some practice. Because Joey was a new white belt, he was
matched up with Michelle, who is my most experienced student. I
figured it would do him good to fight with a girl who really knows
what she is doing.”
Tricia’s hands were waving around with excitement as she
told the story. “The fight lasted only a few seconds. Joey threw a
few punches that Michelle easily repelled. Joey aggressively
attacked Michelle, while she held back and waited for the perfect
moment to strike. He threw a high swing kick, brought his foot
down, and lost balance for a split second. That was all the time
Michelle needed. She dropped down on one knee, took a jab at Joey’s
stomach, which stunned him. Then her other hand shot out, grabbed
his testicles, and pulled back. There was silence in the dojo as we
all heard the familiar snapping sound, like a twig being crushed.
Joey’s eyes rolled back, and he fell forward.”
“Was this worse than what happened with Mike?”
“Much worse,” Tricia said without hesitation. “Michelle’s
nails are over half an inch long, and so when she grabbed his balls
she actually ended up tearing open his sac. I couldn’t believe how
much fluid and blood was soaking into Joey’s pants. For the first
time in my life as an instructor, I actually did not know what to
do! Michelle, another girl, and I lifted Joey and took him back
into the locker room while another student called the hospital. The
poor guy was out cold, and covered with cold sweat. I asked the
other girl, Beth, to pull his pants down part of the way so we
could examine the damage. It was worse than I anticipated. His sac
was almost completely removed, and both of his balls were ruptured
and misshapen. They were both leaking a white fluid all over Joey’s
thighs. As proud as I was of Michelle, I actually felt bad for
Joey. He was obviously going to lose both of his testicles.”
“After a few minutes, he regained was partially conscious.
I don’t think that he knew what was happening, other than that he
was injured and couldn’t move. Beth noticed something strange at
that point. Joey suddenly became hard as a rock!”
“You’re kidding!”
“I don’t know how to explain it. Even though his testicles
were, for the most part, ruined, he was turned on! Since we all
really liked Joey, I asked Beth if she wanted to give him one last
orgasm before the medics showed up. Beth, being the sweet girl that
she is, agreed to do it. His cock started leaking drops of pre-cum
as Beth grabbed it and began to stroke it up and down. Within a
minute, it was slick and covered with fluid, which allowed it to
slide easily in Beth’s hand. While Beth jerked him off, Michelle
reached down and examined the testicles that she had ruined. The
outer skin was soft, and wrinkled as most of the fluid inside
leaked into Michelle’s hands. Even though Joey wasn’t conscious, he
was moaning and thrusting his hips into Beth’s fists. I was afraid
the medics would show up and see us pleasuring Joey. I licked my
index finger, getting it nice and wet, and gently thrust it in and
out of Joey’s ass to help him cum. His asshole was soaked with
fluid from his groin as I thrust my finger in and out, massaging
his prostate.
“Michelle was rolling what was left of his balls between her
fingers, being careful to not do more damage with her nails than
she had already done. Her face was flush, and her eyes squinting in
concentration. She was turned on by what we were doing! Finally I
felt Joey’s ass muscles tighten around my finger. His cock started
throbbing, and thick streams of cum shot into the air, landing on
Joey’s stomach and flowing down Beth’s arm. While Joey was cumming,
Michelle grunted as an orgasm racked her body. She thrust her nails
into the cords of Joey’s testicles, and pulled them sharply away
from his pelvis. Joey’s head rolled back and forth, and he passed
out once again. Michelle was faint, as she sat between Joey’s legs
holding his crushed testicles tightly in her fists.”
I was utterly speechless after hearing the stories that Tricia has
shared with me. I was impressed with the amount of experience this
one woman had, and excited about what she could teach my readers. I
wrapped up the interview after her story, thanked her speaking with
me. She was very enthusiastic about the possibility of
demonstrating the Snake Bite for our readers, and agreed to be
interviewed soon in the future. Needless to say, I was just as
excited by the thought of conducting the interview.
THE END