The Dasher Challenge : Part 2 - Swimming with Sharks

For all of Dasher's bloviating remarks and, well, straight-up misogyny at times towards the female side of the roster, one of his primary goals in embarking on this testosterone infused power trip into Tension was always to educate and discipline. Educate these deluded women on the folly of thinking they could go toe to toe with the true professionals of the wrestling league, and discipline them for their hubris. Dasher intending to kill two rocks with one stone in his stampeding counterattack.

The disrespectful slap to his prodigious chin and bold-faced taunting from Mako doing more to rekindle his waning endurance and straighten up his rattled senses than she may have predicted. The sheer muscled momentum he put into the tackling spear being eerily similar to what you would see from most adrenaline fueled NFL linebackers as he plowed his shoulder into Mako's crumpled abdomen and reminded Mako on the age old adage of just what happens when you mess with the bull. The flailing strikes to his broad back and chiseled chest doing more to astound and irritate Dasher at Mako's stubbornness than really do an lasting damage to him.

"HRGH!!...HRGH!!" Dasher responded to Mako's toughened endurance by clenching onto the nearby middle ropes, and brutishly plowing his muscled shoulder into her softened up abdominal muscles. He straightened himself back up with a weary groan once it seemed like he had temporarily pacified the rebellious shark and soon afterward leveraged his forearm underneath Mako's chin to tilt her head upward for a few seconds. The position being similar to Dasher's earlier failed attempt at a meaty breast edge slap, one which he now attempted to rectify by rearing his free hand back and slamming it down with meteoric force to no doubt leave a hand-sized imprint on her chest before easing back off her.

Misogynist or feminist, man or woman. Suck conceptions fell by the wayside at times like these, when both sides could duly attest to one universal truth. That the intensified, blistering pain that came from having a muscle bound puroresu champion deal a heart-stopping and meteoric chop to your chest transcended both genders. One entire arena unified in their sympathetic groan towards the meaty slap that could be heard from the rafters and perhaps beyond.

Dasher himself taking a step back to allow the profanity spewing shark all the room she needed to collapse to her knees. The burly grappler wisely taking a few seconds to catch his fatigued breath, assess the situation, and enjoy the sight of the prideful shark crumbling before him  like a spine-less jellyfish. It was an intensely gratifying sight and strengthening of his ego, especially given all the trouble he had gone through to turn his vision into a reality. Though as much as he appreciated the sights, it was the sounds that ruined the moment. In particular, the obscenity laced grumblings from Mako.

"Hmph...for someone who prides herself on her toughness, all you seem to do is whine, mewl and complain when you take a hit!! Pathetic!!" Dasher barked out while standing over her, not taking anytime to allow Mako a reprieve as he clenched onto that curly hair-do of hers. He gradually coaxed her upward and began escorting her to the very center of the ring with that same tugging grip. By leaning his head back as far back as he could manage while also yanking Mako's cranium forward at the last second, the two would be in store for a rather violent meeting of the minds in his attempted stiff headbutt.

Chipping away at Mako's mental fortitude and confidence with his disparaging remarks was Dasher's way of perhaps making the mullet-haired shark second guess herself and make a mistake that would go in his favor. But given how exceedingly little he thought of Mako's wrestling ability in the first place, the burly grappler began to assume that she would be offering those openings of her own, pitiful accord. With a tug and a pull, Dasher would escort the growling shark back to the middle of the ring.

His actions were all to the resounding disapproval of the surrounding audience and their rallying chants behind Mako, something that Dasher thought little of as he reared his blockhead back for a skull-rattling collision. He himself wincing and shaking his head immediately afterward while standing in place. A throbbing head pain and slight blurriness to his vision left him in a stunned state that he was already starting to recoup from. Getting your head clocked was par for the course given his puroresu lineage...unlike his profane foe, collapsing into him and clearly using him as a base to lean against.

He sneered cockily as Mako leaned against his muscled pectorals in what he felt was the perfect imagery to base this entire match around. The once blustering and profane shark now looking humbled and defeated before the puroresu grappling champion...though his ego trip would come to sudden crashing halt when the impudent shark reared her head back and answered his headbutt with one of her own.

"GOH!!!" Dasher groaned and immediately backpedaled until he felt the ring ropes behind him, clearly keeping him vertical as his massive mitt for a hand began massaging the point of contact on his sore forehead. Dasher kept to himself but also kept his attention on the kneeling shark. After a few seconds of recouping and once she would attempt to get back to her feet, Dasher would attempt to stampede her way and mow her back to the canvas with a stiff as hell shoulder tackle.

One good turn deserves another. And one meat-headed, ill-advised attack deserved one right back in retaliation. That was pretty much the summation of the past few minutes of wrestling exchanges between the stubborn brawler and the equally stubborn shark. Despite their outright loathing for one another, their one shared similarity was on display in how thoroughly thick-headed they were after their dual headbutts.

Dazed and disoriented with throbbing head pains to boot, Dasher was still cognizant enough to blink through his swimming dizzyness to notice the wobbling shark no doubt regretting that concussive headbutt of hers. Regardless, Dasher saw a moment to capitalize on her dazed state, and did just that. Namely by mowing her back down with the speed and strength of a linebacker before collapsing his muscle weight on top of her. Dasher breathed a snarky sigh of relief upon feeling her be flattened beneath him and hearing her sputtering coughs, but he was no sooner rising up to a semi-kneeling position before he found himself locked down in a guillotine choke!!

"Hrrgah!!" Dasher chortled out from the unexpected pressure on his neck and around his chiseled torso, the burly brawler now his knees with the headstrong shark still clinging tightly onto him. He scrunched his face from the dual pressure bearing down on his head and waist and from having to support both his body weight and her own. With a roaring audience cheering for him to tap with the referee checking for any such submission, Dasher wiggled his index finger to indicate his refusal to the ref with his other hand pawing at Mako's back with an occasional tugging of her curly hair.

Dasher had felt supremely confident that he has already seen everything in Mako's offensive repertoire after having endured everything from her. Including her strikes, headbutts, slippery counters, all the way to her rather impressive knowledge of four-letter words. Suffice it to say, he wasn't impressed in the slightest. To him, she was just another genetically inferior faux grappler incapable of standing toe to toe with a hardened puroresu prodigy as himself. Someone who he wrongly assumed was finally incapacitated and on her last legs after that last tackle...until those legs of hers wrapped tightly around his waist in the unforeseen guillotine choke!!

"Hrrgah...Kuso no mesu..." Dasher bitterly replied under his own stifled breath to Mako's impromptu questionnaire, perhaps having Mako's knack for profane language rub off on him. His breathing was becoming increasingly more strained and labored with every passing second he was forced to support both of their weights while on his knees. The burly grappler flinched and repelled his nibbled on finger from Mako's mouth, the shark earning her moniker in a way that almost had him draw blood from his bitten appendage.  

Dasher flexed his torso to stave off the pressure on his waist with some intermittent jabs targeting Mako's ribcage, but after a few seconds of struggling the pig-headed giant would start to waver and lurch forward slightly. His refusal's to submit to the referee coming at a slower pace and with labored breathing as sweat dripped from his forehead to the canvas below. Cheering fans and wrestling experts seeing all of this as the tell-tale signs of a submission or straight up K.O. on the horizon.