The Dasher Challenge : Part 2 - Swimming with Sharks

Once the rhythmical and bombastic theme of the following matches incoming competitor started resonating throughout the stadium, a unified audience immediately rose from their seats in a typically Japanese show of respect and reverence. Even those among them who disagreed with his chauvinistic reasons for joining Tension stood tall and showed a modicum of respect for the expansive breadth of his work in the puroresu world. His polarizing presence adding a palpable sense of heightened anticipation in the air for his first non-PPV appearance in a match that was sure to be analyzed and catalogued by Japanese wrestling enthusiasts keeping track of his storied career.

The burly Japanese grappler himself striding out from the top of the ramp while clad in his pitch black robe with a white sash around it's waist and the Japanese caricatures for "Muscle" on it's broad back. For now unaccompanied by his usual attendants as he swaggered menacingly down the ramp, his head tilted down and studying the floor during his descent. This was merely his method of keeping himself intensely focused on the task at hand, and tonight that included issuing his challenge and breaking down whoever accepted it into a shattered shell of who they were.

Once inside the ring by means of climbing the stairs and slipping through the ropes, Dasher took his time in surveying the audience with noticeable patches of both applause and booing thrown in. After being handed a mike, Dasher waited patiently until his theme died down before speaking up in his bellowing Japanese voice.

"And now...I take my crusade to the Mecca, of this blasphemous movement. This utter degradation and profane insult, to the solemn nobility, of Japanese wrestling. You believe you are doing these hopelessly misguided women a service by cheering them on while they face the inferior male competitors in this league, and encouraging their ludicrous ambitions? HMPH!!" Dasher scoffed before beginning to march left and right while he continued.

"Before me, I only see enablers. Enablers who fill these women's minds with false hopes and dreams. Well I...DASHER INOBA!!!...will do the right thing, and wake them from those dreams. By bending them over my knee, slapping their rebellious disrespect out of them like the misguided children they are, and by making them...HUMBLE!!!. Now, who dares to accept the next Dasher Challenge?!?!" Dasher hollered before centering his beady-eyed gaze on the top of the ramp.

Appearance:

Currently watching Dasher Inoba’s speech from an area backstage, Mako was feeling a mix of both annoyance and anger. This guy was acting like all women were trash that he had to pummel to a pulp for whatever crusade he was going on. And since she was a woman, obviously this was upsetting the shark quite a bit. Honestly the guy deserved some sort of a beatdown, and who better to deliver it than the shark herself? So after quickly putting on her black tight fitting attire before this Dasher Inoba was even done talking, Mako would walk out of the locker room to show this man just what women like her could do.

The shark's theme would start to boom shortly after the man finished his speech, which signaled the shark to walk out of the entrance with a microphone in her hand and a very pissed off look on her face.

"HEY ASSHOLE!!! YOU REALLY WANNA GET YOU BEAT UP DON'T YOU!!!?" she would shout at the top of her lungs. "Well I have no fucking clue who you think are...but I can tell you're the most delusional mother fucker I've met here so far!" Mako would shout at the top of the ramp as her music faded. "And you have some nerve saying all this shit...so guess what? I'm gonna beat the hell outta you and that tragedy of a beetles haircut!", she would say before adding a smirk as she made fun of his hair.

Then after dropping the mic, Mako would run towards the ring and slide in under the bottom rope. Then after popping up onto her feet, the shark would raise her fists eager to get the fight underway.

"Let's do this Ringo!" Mako would shout at her muscular opponent. Clearly she was unafraid of pissing Dasher off by the look of her face. The shark wasn't going to underestimate him just yet, though. After all, she had never even seen him in a match...so Mako was going to try being as careful as she could be to start things off.

Prowling left and right while still adorned in his pitch black and white robe, Dasher counted the seconds since he issued his chauvinistic challenge against what was assuredly a seething locker room chock full of woman chomping at the bit to prove him wrong. In as violent a manner as possible, preferably. Though the burly grappler himself was showing no signs of trepidation whatsoever as he paced methodically in eager anticipation towards meeting the poor deluded soul who dares to step through those curtains at the top of the ramp. The brief intermission being interrupted by the blasting rock music that irritated his ears...though it was only half as irritating and grating to the ears as his future opponent's shrill voice.

Dasher centered his beady-eyed gaze on the vulgar woman marching towards him who was practically guaranteeing herself a one-night stay in the infirmary by daring to make a disparaging remark about his fishbowl haircut. A gnashing scowl darkening his aura as he continued pacing while allowing the insolent shrew before him the time to speak her peace.

Even after Mako had entered the ring and was obviously raring to engage in fisticuffs, Dasher remained stalwart and merely eyed his opponent from head to toe before slowly raising the mic back to his lips.

"And here, ladies and gentleman, is a perfect example, of what I had previously mentioned. This..." Dasher remarked while raising his hand in Mako's direction."...is the byproduct of allowing these woman to believe they have any place in a man's wrestling ring. Vulgar, impudent, deluded, and disrespectful towards their superiors. A cocky brat in dire need of a man's disciplining. Well, don't worry. I intend to dole out her lesson in manners with immense satisfaction..." Dasher stated with cold chill in his voice.

"Although, I find it humorous how you, of all people...believe you have any right in commenting on someone else' hair. Leave it to an indecisive and feeble-minded woman to be incapable of even choosing a color. Hmph...perhaps after I have you screaming your submission with tears in your eyes, you will learn your place as a woman, and start frequenting more beauty parlors. Where they can groom you to be more like a lady and perhaps remove that unkempt abomination on your own empty head." Dasher said with a slight grin before turning in place to disrobe and hand off his mic, than returning to the center of the ring with the ringing of the bell and in a widened grappling stance.

Mako was ready to deal out a punishment that would put Dasher in his place, but the man the worst thing possible ing this situation…he opened his mouth and started to talk.

Dumbstruck that the man was uninterested in fighting, but would rather continue a speech made the shark feel sick to her stomach. "Talk about deluded…” she thought to herself as the man went on and on. First he would use what seemed like every word that describes himself on her, and then say she needed a man’s disciplining that would give him satisfaction. Ok...that literally made her sick…but Dasher wasn’t done there! He would go on to talk about her haircut. He must’ve been pretty self conscious about it considering he’d talk about that more than he had talked about being a woman…oh wait no…now he was combining the two by saying the should go to a beauty parlor frequently and become lady like.

Ok that one...kinda hurt…she really liked her hair and dasher just owned her with it...not to mention that at this point Mako just kept saying “Shut Up! Shut Up! SHUT UP!” in her head. But the shark would rather die than give Dasher any satisfaction by seeming upset by the comment. Thankfully the man would stop talking shortly after, finally allowing the match to start after handing off the mic and removing his robes.

“Ok? Cool…So can we start now? Cause my ears are gonna bleed if you keep this bull shit up…” Mako would say before raising her fists once again and approaching Dasher in his grappling stance. If the man dared to keep talking though, the shark was just going to send a right jab to smack him in the jaw.

Never one to back down from a challenge of any sort, Dasher took great delight in dressing down the impertinent and rather vulgar challenger brought before him. Making an example out of any poor soul who steps into the ring with him goes towards his entire reasoning for embarking on this self-indulgent crusade of his. It was something Dasher intended to do by both verbally berating the deluded ladies of Tension in front of millions viewers, but also by physically dismantling them through back-bending submissions and pummeling strikes until they are exposed as the inferior wrestlers he knows them to be.  

Although in this case, Dasher merely wanted to get his own jabs back at Mako for daring to comment on his cherished hair-style. A bold bowl cut that was strikingly well-groomed and one Mako was merely jealous of...in his own deluded mind.

"Hmph...impatience is the telltale sign of an unskilled amateur. It seems that this will not only be an education in true grappling wrestling, but it may just instill some respect into that insolent tongue of yours." Dasher scoffed after unfurling his coat and handing it off at ringside, the burly grappler performing some leg and arm stretches before approaching the middle of the ring in his wide grappling stance. Although as he approached Mako he grew a cocky sneer and started raised himself back into an unguarded stance.

"Hmph...what do you intend to do with such a sloppy boxing stance, eh? Fight this sloppily, and I'll be making you bleed from more than just your ear..." Dasher smirked obnoxiously while glancing off and to the sides, the Dasher loyalists at ringside chuckling along with him and his lackadaisical approach towards Mako before the stiff jab would silence his gloating and send him reeling back a step. The wide-jawed grappler reeling back with a disoriented look before gritting his teeth and attempting a retaliatory jab of his own!!

Mako wasn’t sure what motivation Dasher had to degrade and abuse the women of tension like this, but she also didn’t care. Whatever his reasons were, the shark was going to take them and shove ‘em down his own throat just to show everybody how full of shit he really is. And when she heard the sound of her fist smacking Dasher’s jaw, the woman was eager to do it again and again.  

But instead of retaliating so soon. Mako simply smirked as her jab brought the man’s verbal assault to a sudden end. It even silenced the laughing fans of his, which was astounding the shark that he had actual fans. Regardless of his fan club, though, the strike sure was useful considering this was starting to sound like she was fighting Donald Trump because of that last comment. Dasher sure had a mouth on him, and while Mako did too, not even she was this insulting to even the worst of her opponents. The shark could say one thing about her foe was certainly the best at, though. Which was the fact that she’d never faced anyone who had Dasher’s ability to be so insulting during a fight.

“I INTEND to do that Dasher! How do you like getting punched in the face by a woman!?” Mako would shout happily as she kept her fists raised and ready to attack.

The man wasn’t stunned too much, though, as he would send a jab right back at the shark with a disoriented/angry look on his face. Luckily for Mako, not only was he a bit sloppy with the strike, but the man wasn’t made for speed. So as the strike came at her face, the shark would duck and try to maneuver around the large grappler. And if she managed to get behind him, Mako would send a quick low kick to the back of her foe’s leg just to embarrass him. Not to actually deal any significant damage, just so that she laugh out loud at the unbelievably arrogant man.

Dasher was not exactly appreciative of his pre-match gloating being cut off before he finished expressing his misogynous ramblings. And he reacted as one would expect from a meat-headed grappler getting clocked square in the jaw to the chuckling amusement of those not in his largely male dominated fan base. By immediately losing his temper and ignoring his own advice about impatience by stampeding straight towards the impudent shrew with the ghastly hair-do in a fit of blinding rage. His meaty fist clenched and with every intention of returning her sucker punch with one of his own.

Dasher certainly had the sheer power behind his strikes to level anyone to the ground for an extended make-out session with the ring canvas, and while his lumbering muscles meant that he was as powerful as a runaway freight train, that also meant that he was about as subtle. And was as easy enough to dodge if you were nimble enough.

Dasher scoffing in irritation from whiffing completely and stumbling forward a step before feeling a stinging smacking on the back of his thigh. The burly grappler flinching while briefly favoring the other leg before righting his hobbled posture and turning back towards the slippery shark. A few chortling laughs sounding off from the audience after seeing Mako's stick and move strategy.

"ORIYA!!!" Dasher bellowed in escalating frustration before making good on his namesake by dashing up towards Mako. Though rather than a tackle or ham-fisted strike, Dasher would extend his leg at the last second for an attempted stiff boot to her generous bosom and silence her snarky laughter in the process.

Mako simply laughed out loud after landing the kick to the back of the man's strong leg which made him hobble briefly. The shark couldn't hide her enjoyment of simply playing with her opponent as she heard the crowd's chuckling. After all the man made quite the impression in her with all those remarks about her looks and simply being a women. That made her pretty pissed since she hardly ever acted like one. Heck sometimes Mako felt like was the most masculine person she knew. She was constantly roughing up boys, hitting on girls, and the last place she would go to was a beauty salon.

But to Dasher she was just a woman, and women had to know their place apparently. Well Mako was going to show this man just how wrong about her he really was, by beating him at his own challenge. So as Dasher charged towards her once again with a thunderous shout, Mako would decide to move in expecting another fist or grapple. To her surprise though, the man would lift his leg at the last second and drive his boot right into breasts.

"GAAH! ...You fuck!" Mako would snarl at the man after getting knocked down onto her back while bringing a hand up to nurse her now stinging chest. She was gonna make Dasher pay dearly for that one, but for now, the shark was seemingly at his mercy after receiving the stunning blow.

Not many outside of the puroresu business may have known this, or believed it, but there was actually a strategic advantage towards having Dasher belt out incessant battle cry's when stampeding towards his opponent. Besides making him seem that much more intimidating, which may have not been all that necessary considering that it was 152 pounds of muscled aggression barreling towards you, his bellowing yells helped startle and confuse the opponent into perhaps making errors in judgment when they couldn't think straight. It could make them predict the wrong maneuvers or back the wrong counter...or leave them wide open towards receiving the stiffest of boots to their soft chest.  

Dasher stumbled forward a half a step from the sheer momentum he put into his stampeding stomp, only regaining his balance shortly afterwards. He scoffed bitterly towards his fallen female foe as he began approaching her. Mako perhaps now knowing the folly of poking and prodding the bull if you weren't prepared to deal with the horns.

"Hmph!!...Best get used to being laid out flat on your back while I educate you on how a man wrestles!!" Dasher angrily bellowed with his meaty index finger pointed down at her punctuating it with a stomping boot to her stinging bosom. Though that stomp was just to keep Mako downed and stunned before he leapt up for an attempted leg drop from on high straight to her face. Perhaps not the most devastating of maneuvers, but considering it's still a steely toned and muscled thigh aimed for her head, it should be more than enough for now.

Mako was not getting off to best start at the moment, and the woman wasn't happy about it. Clearly she had made a mistake and received a boot as punishment. Her bad. But now Dasher was literally looking down on the shark, while also getting a earful of Dasher as he pointed at her. Plus her tits were hurting...which was also making her pretty pissed. Obviously she was going to make Dasher regret that.

"Grrrraahhh! Fuck...you-ACK!" Mako would curse at her opponent as she pulled herself up...right before being interrupted by the his boot stopping right back down on her breasts. Which forced her to be planted right back down on the mat. She was really going to kill this man...cause NO ONE did that too her and got away with it! Sure there had been several occasions where this sort of thing happened...but only in "private situations" where this was to be expected (and enjoyed), or when she underestimated someone and they got cocky about it. Needless to say, those people were VERY sorry they had showed off...and Dasher would be no different.

For now though, Mako would simply grit her teeth as the man used her breasts as a springboard to jump up, and land his large leg down on her face when he came back down.

"Gaaahh! You fucking cock-sucker!!!" the shark would cry out roughly before trying to roll away to the ropes. But even though her voice wasn't high pitched enough to sound girlish, all Mako was thinking about was how Dasher would probably taunt her about "crying out like a girl". Regardless of this, though, the shark would grab onto the middle rope as she attempt to pull herself back up on two feet.

After all, staying down and taking her time weren't the right answers when Dasher was such an ass. The man would probably just kick Mako while she was down. That...or he'd give her the time just so he could keep berating her some more...which was way worse to the shark than the former.