The Dasher Challenge : Part 2 - Swimming with Sharks

Something as innocuous and conventional as a mere leg drop certainly wasn't going to light the wrestling world ablaze anytime soon, but it suited Dasher's purposes perfectly well. For now his intentions were to simply keep this fallen tomboy  in check and grounded after having taken a rather severe tongue lashing from the chauvinistic brute. Pouring on the pressure and preventing this foul-mouthed guppy from finding her swimming legs was all he was concerned with at the moment, and his no-frills leg drop did the job quite nicely as he felt the underside of his thigh be plastered right across that head with the horrible haircut.

"Hmph..." Dasher scoffed and twisted around before standing strong once more, keeping his beady eyes centered on the retreating minnow making a scrambling retreat for the nearby ropes. His bulky physique making his encroaching approach that much more intimidating as he shadowed Mako every step of the way. The match was barely in it's infancy and yet this vulgar woman was already tumbling and rolling away. Still, this type of cowardice was what he had came to expect from the delusional woman in this league, especially when they were forced to contend with a true grappling prodigy.

"Tch, you would know all about that, eh? Probably how a defenseless milksop like you even wormed her way into this piss-poor federation. One taste of how a real man wrestles, and you're already fleeing and crying like a little girl..." Dasher blustered while clenching a handful of Mako's mullet and tugging her back to her feet. After hooking both of her arms over the top rope behind her, Dasher would than rear his free hand skyward and high above the cornered shark. A meaty and heart-stopping palm strike now being aimed squarely for the center of her breasts. One that would have a stinging viciousness to it that would have grown men cry...

Mako was in trouble that was for certain. Not only had she managed to start things off poorly, but the shark was being berated the whole time, which was starting to get to her. Even as she reached the ropes Dasher would catch the shark by grabbing onto her short hair.

“Gah! Grrrrr…Well if it’s so piss poor…how about you just leave!? You won’t be missed buddy, trust me!” Mako would growl as her opponent began to hook her arms on the top rope. The shark couldn’t even bother with being called a milksop…whatever that meant. Probably something insulting like everything else he had said.

Then to a chorus of boos, Dasher would begin to to lift his hand in the air as Mako squirmed to free herself knowing full well what he was about to do. The shark however, wasn’t about to get her breasts chopped by a odd looking sexist pig, who only went around challenging women, JUST to embarrass and humiliate them like a SUPER huge creep!

So before Dasher could bring his palm down on her breasts, Mako would push herself back against the ropes to make a bit more room between herself and the man. Then she'd attempt to use the ropes to pull up her legs, and shoot them out into the center of the man’s body with the extra boost from the ropes to help send him flying backwards.

Hopefully the this would turn into a chance to shift the match in her favor…but that might be hoping a little too much. For now, Mako would just be happy with a little time to recover.

Dasher would have been happy to go into further detail about what a milksop actually was, but for now he was more concerned with keeping this feeble minnow reeling and on the defensive. Foul-mouthed punks like this were the primary reason the burly brute had embarked on this self-fulfilling campaign on the first place. Delusional woman like Mako who think they can tangle with true grapplers were the ones in most dire need of a severe educating. An education by means of introducing her to the school of hard knocks, one such blow being directed straight towards her generous breasts as Dasher wound back his meaty open palm high above her...

Though his heart-stopping knife edge stop would hit a snag by means of Mako suddenly tucking her legs in shooting them outward right into his abdomen. The added bounce from leaning back into the ropes giving Adachi added momentum and forced pushback as Dasher choked out a groan before stumbling back with an arm shielding his punted stomach. Dasher gnashed his teeth while taking a few steps backward and walking in a brief circle before turning his attention back towards the cornered shark.

"YIYAH!!!" Dasher belted with a enraged bellow before going into a charging bull rush straight towards Mako, his arm cocked back in his clear and blatant attempt to clothesline his tattooed opponent over the top rope!!!

Mako was taking a breather after knocking the unbelievably rude man flying backwards, but believe her it was the last thing she wanted to do. All that the shark wanted to ground and pound Dasher and reveal him to be the whinny "milksop" he claimed she was. Sadly Mako couldn't have everything she wanted since she needed to take things slow, especially after narrowly escaping a fairly bad position.

So the shark would simply lay back against the ropes to recover her stamina...until Dasher came charging after her with a roar. His arm was extended, which signaled to the woman that he planned to knock her out of the ring. But! That was not exactly what the shark would simply let happen.

Nope. No way. Mako had taken enough hits for the moment and she wasn't going to take another after knocking the man back. Instead Mako would wait for the last possible second before Dasher would nail her, and then suddenly drop down with the top rope in her hands. That way as she pulled the rope down, her opponent would go flailing out of the ring and down to the hard floor.

Needless to say, Mako really wanted to look down at her opponent from the ring while he was on the floor. Karma may be a bitch, but it was moments like that which made the shark fall in love with her.

Considering that Dasher was no stranger to clashing with impudent, delusional woman thanks to his previous match with a certain bald-headed Latina, the burly brute knew better than to relent on the pressure and allow Mako to regain any semblance of traction. Carmen's skull-rattling strikes and incessantly elusive movements made getting his hands on her a near impossible chore. Though her cowardly tactics ended up earning her nothing but an extensive chiropractic session for her spine before she eventually tapped out to his Inoba Clutch, Dasher would rather not have to deal such a nuisance again from this feeble minnow pretending to be a shark.

Hence his enraged stampede towards the hanging Mako still propped up against the ropes. His chiseled torso still aching somewhat from the double footed stomp to his midsection, but not enough to dissuade him from attempting to introduce Mako's groaning face to the business end of his flexed bicep. His pig-headed charge going so full steam towards Mako that Dasher had precisely zero seconds to react to her suddenly ducking low and yanking the top rope with her!!

"RRAGH!!" Dasher barked out as he went tumbling over the top rope in what was a lumbering avalanche of flailing limbs and hollered Japanese profanities. The burly brute coming to deadened thud flat on his back, a wincing groan as he half-heartedly began turning to his side at a sluggish pace...

Mako watched closely as Dasher charged forward only to go right over her as she pulled the top rope down. If only she had a camera…that way she could take a picture of the look on his stupid face as he crashed to the ground. Sadly she had no camera, but the mental picture would be enough for the shark.

“HAAAA! Take that stupid fucking BASTARD!!!” Mako would shout out loudly down at the man while she pulled herself back up and leaned over the top rope for a better look. She may seem a little too happy, but the shark couldn’t hide the smug look on her face, which showed she was loving this turn of events. After all, she had taken insult after insult from Dasher, so seeing him groaning down on the floor was an instant boost to her confidence. And with this predator, a boost in confidence, comes a whole lot of unnecessary recklessness!

Mako would then move towards the end of the ring before stepping through the ropes. From there the shark would crouch a bit as if she was lining up for a huge kick, which she was in fact going to do as soon as Dasher got up onto his feet. More specifically the shark was going to sprint forward before swinging her leg at the man’s stupid face as if it was a football just begging to go flying right through the air.

Being blinded by rage meant that it was that much harder to not foresee the wily shark's simplistic yet infuriatingly effective method of countering his bull-headed charge. The impertinent wench playing the role of matador as she ducked low at the precise millisecond before Dasher could clothesline Mako over the top rope. The maddened puroresu champion instead experiencing that tumbling collapse himself as he went careening overhead with only a bruised back and a discombobulated sense of direction for his troubles.

"Tch...Chikushō..." Dasher mumbled out in between his pained and belligerent groans, one hand massaging his sore back with the other grasping onto the ring apron for that extra bit of leverage needed to get himself back up to his feet. Perhaps the only thing he was struggling to endure more than his back spasms were the coarse, vulgar, and decidedly PG commentary from the bellowing milksop overhead. Dasher gnashing his teeth from being proven right about the disrespectful shrew's supreme overconfidence in her abilities. Mako already sounding off from what only the briefest of advantages.

Though it was an advantage and shift in momentum that was swiftly compounded upon once the weary grappler finally arose back to his lumbering feet...only to be greeted with a black wrestling boot clocking him square in his manly jaw. The burly brute having his head whip-lashed to the side while practically spinning place before collapsing to one knee. Clenching his face and clearly rattled as would anyone after having your face punted like a pigskin football...

Mako put everything she had into that punt, and judging from the loud clap it created against Dasher's jaw, it was pretty damn powerful. The shark would then come down on her rear, after delivering the attack, and while the landing hurt, it was a small price to pay to have her opponent in pain. The man was tough though she had to give him that. After all not many would manage to stay on one knee when stuck moments before by a punt kick.

"Seein stars Dasher?" Mako would ask as she turned herself on the ring apron so that her legs hung over the side. Then scooting right off the apron and onto her feet, the shark would walk over to the man before trying to move his hands away from his clenched face. "This is for the beauty saloon comment" she would state before simply slapping Dasher hard across his already aching face.

"...and you know...for the rest of those comments...too..." Mako would add before trying to grab the man's shoulder and guide him back into the ring. The shark was getting her groove back after a less than stellar start, so hopefully the top predator would remain at the top from here on out. Mako just had to stay focused, and not let Dasher get into her head. He was tough sure, but she was a force to be reckoned with. And there was no way in hell she'd lose to him, which would make her a tally in his war against the women in Tension. A crusade was what he called it...but honestly Mako just thought it was a way to insult females everywhere.

Maybe she should start one herself against the men of Tension...just to get under Dasher's skin.

Dasher's chauvinistic tendencies have recently had him branded all manner of derogatory names from the wrestling fandom. The majority of which revolving around the typical titles you would come expect, such as pig-headed, sexist, stubborn, and the one most appropriate given his current circumstances...thick-skulled. That last derogatory, though not entirely false, name helping to explain why the puroresu champion was still miraculously on one knee instead and in a dizzied stupor rather than flat on his back and counting how many roof-lights the stadium had. A small part of him now beginning to wonder why exactly he was having such a hard time against these deluded Tension women...

"Hnngh..." Dasher mumbled and groaned into the palm of his meaty hand instead of replying to Mako's taunting words, the annoying truth of the matter being that he was indeed seeing stars. Ones that he feverishly attempted to blink away along with the lingering dizziness that came from having his prodigious jawline rocked like that. His own sense of wounded pride getting another scar to add to the tally after having his head slapped to the side by the Yakuza shark.

That fresh smack sending a renewed sense of pain through his face before he was ushered back inside the ring by the tugging on his arm. Dasher rolled under the bottom rope and kept tumbling several times until he came close to about mid-ring to keep some space between himself and the lurking shark. He had the wherewithal to groggily shove himself up to his hands and knees with his head tilted downward...and the patience to bide his and wait for Mako to re-enter the ring. The muscled grappler letting out a burly yell as he attempted to full-steamed bull charge intending to ram his shoulder into Mako's gut and pin her into the corner turnbuckle behind her.

The shark wouldn't take her time as she climbed up the side of ring, and considering she had a rather strong opponent waiting inside for her, that seemed like the best course of action. Sadly for her though, the man was recovering a lot quicker than she had expected as he charged forward like a fucking bulldozer on crack.

Mako would then let out a loud grunt as Dasher's train-like body collided straight into her only a moment after she had gone through the middle ropes. The force of the impact knocked the shark off her feet, and would cary on until the woman's back was crushed into the corner as his hard shoulder dug into her toned midsection. Worst of all though, the shark's opponent had the upper hand once again as she remained pinned against the turnbuckles.

"Ugh...for...fucks...sake...GET OFF!!!" Mako would groan and shout as she struggled to regain the air that had been knocked right out of her. Managing to fight back through sheer instinct though, the shark would try sending some strikes down on Dasher's back with her fists. And with her right knee Mako would try her best to smack him in the gut. The strikes weren't that strong considering the hit she had just taken and the poor positioning that gave her knee strikes very little momentum, but the predator always fought tooth and nail in her fights. If she didn't try everything possible, then Mako couldn't say she had given it her all after this match.