The Dasher Challenge : Part 2 - Swimming with Sharks

Dasher weighed his options carefully. Not in regards to whether or not he would actually answer back to the infuriating shark testing the last vestiges of his patience. His testosterone fueled pride ensuring that all she would get out of him were stirring grumbles, chortled gasps for air, and Japanese profanities. Dasher was instead weighing his escape options even with his stamina slowing being drained out of him by being stretched and choked by the infernal Mako.

His sagging demeanor causing the referee to ask for a submission with more frequency, the chauvinistic grappler wishing he could direct one of his flailing strikes to the pin-stripped official instead just to get her to be silent. Though that one satisfying thought did make Dasher realize that his pelting jabs to Mako's ribcage had actually gotten her to loosen up some before she reaffirmed the headlock with a tightened tug. Given his options were waning and the prospect of actually losing to this incessantly chatty shark was now a distinct possibility, Dasher decided to go all in with this one plan.

"Hngh...Nngh..." Dasher groaned through his gnashing teeth with every well-placed strike to Mako's ribcage, the adrenaline coursing through his veins amping him up while fueling his steady ascension back to his staggering feet. Every tenderizing strike further bruising her side muscles for what he hoped would be a enough pressure to squeeze his head free. The burly grappler using his newfound freedom to wrap his arm around her shoulders for an impromptu spine buster...but it would be less of a wrestling move, and more of him just slamming his muscled mass down on top of her in exhaustion.

Everyone in the arena, including Mako, was thinking that Dasher was done for in this hold. After all it had been locked in for a good amount of time...But the grappler wasn't finished, and he made that very clear as he began to send some more strikes to the shark's ribcage. However, these ones were landing harder, and with more ferocity. I seemed that the man was getting a boost from his adrenaline since he was so desperate to escape.

"Ack! Gah! God damn it Dasher...Oooppfff!!!" Mako would grunt and curse as her opponent laid waste to her ribcage while rising up to his feet. Dasher's attack was weakening her hold again, and this time he'd manage to start squeezing his big head out of her grasp!

"FUCKING...Oh shit!" Mako would curse as she found herself grabbed and lifted somewhat by her now free opponent. What came next worried the hell out of the shark as she realized Dasher was slamming her down with a spine buster! But when she landed back first on the mat, Mako was for the most part ok.

Sure the landing was a little rough but it was no spine buster. Her opponent must have been exhausted from the hold...too much so to slam her down with enough force to really do a number on the woman. It knocked some wind out of her, but none the less, the top predator was still kicking.

So after looking about a bit surprised for a few moments, Mako would quickly try to roll the man off from on top of her before rolling the opposite direction herself until she reached the ropes. While he move hadn't done it's worst, the shark was a bit tired herself from holding a bigger opponent in place for that long. Plus those body shots she had taken still stung her side like a bitch! Mako would need a few moments of rest to collect herself before pushing onwards with another attack. For now she'd just breath heavily while pulling herself up with the help of the middle rope to regain to get back up on two feet in her groggy state.

The term "defying expectations" didn't always mean when a plucky underdog performs feats beyond their determined skill level. Sometimes it's meaning changed with the situation. In this case, it just meant Dasher powering through a submission that most everyone expected would be his downfall. It was a testament to the chauvinistic grappler's iron-clad endurance that he even managed to stage one last counterattack and deflate the hopes and dreams of the hardcore Mako fans in the audience in the process

"Hwa..." Dasher breathed in hefty gulps of air after being rolled to the side due to Mako's tumbling escape to the nearby ropes. His less than stellar spine buster didn't have quite the kick behind it that it normally does, but that was to be expected given that he was on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness less than two minutes ago. He eventually started thinking sharply again after regulating his breathing pattern, and he than realized how fleeting his advantage was given how unfazed Mako was from his sub-par spinebuster.

Still feeding off of that lingering adrenaline in his veins, Dasher would twist over to lay on his stomach before groggily ascending back to his feet by shoving himself off of his bent knee. He opted to forego using the time to recover and instead used any vestiges of energy he had left towards making Mako's day more miserable. It was far from a steady approach as he panted laboriously with a slight hitch to his step, but he seemed to gain more clarity as he approached the cornered shark once she was on her groggy feet. He clenched onto her shoulder and turned her in place so her back was to the ropes, a glaring hatred in his beady eyes as he then clamped onto her multi-colored hair to force her to tilt her head upward.

"Hmph...quite the looker. Too bad your mouth ruins it. Think I can fix that..." Dasher ominously remarked before rearing back his other arm and hooking it before attempting to plow his bicep into her face with a fully cocked back European uppercut that had every ounce of his rock hard muscles put into it.

Mako was just getting on her feet when Dasher came back after her. The shark wasn't able to keep her opponent from grabbing onto her hair and tilted her head upward. Then after hearing his remarks, the woman was about to smack her fist right into the side his face. Sadly, Dasher beat her to it as he struck the shark with an incredibly powerful European Uppercut to the jaw!

Mako's head would shoot upwards as a result, forcing some spit right out of her mouth as the man's bicep knocked the sense out of her. The shark was in trouble now. After taking the hit she was instantly dizzy, thankfully Mako was already against the ropes and would simply bounce on it as she held on by catching the ropes under her armpits.

Groaning loudly, Mako would teeter somewhat as the rope supported her entire weight. The problem however, was that she was easy pickings for Dasher like this. There was no way the shark would be rebounding quickly, though. Which meant whatever the man had in store for her, Mako would need to weather it out until she could turn the tide.

Dasher himself nearly lost his balance from just how much power he packed into that one momentous European uppercut, enough for him to briefly lean up against the punch drunk shark before stepping back. He delighted in making good on his chauvinistic statement by perhaps walloping her so hard she would think twice, or maybe thrice, about opening that insolent mouth of hers again.

"...*pant*...class IS in session. And consider that Lesson 1 in how you stand no chance against a real man." Dasher taunted with an exhaustive breath as he appreciated the satisfying sight of the rebellious spitfire shark now leaning against the ropes in a dazed and battered stupor. In actuality, seeing her in such an unsteady state inspired his next course of action.  

He tucked Mako's scruffy haired head into a snug front headlock that was only used to direct her away from the safety of the ropes until they were in middle of the ring. By turning to his side and bending down in front of her, he would heave her atop his broad sweaty shoulders in a fireman's carry position. A precursor to any number of ring-shaking slams or throws, but Dasher opted for something less practical, but more satisfying. With a burly yell he would start to spin around continuously for nearly half a minute before stopping in place for what he intended to compound upon the shark's spinning dizziness.

Mako wasn't really in the mood to learn as she bounced on the ropes slowly. The shark was just trying to clear her head so that she could break Dasher's jaw with a kick!

"Ugh...shouldn't that be...the last lesson? Man...you're...you're a real idiot...aren't you?" Mako would groan before her opponent put her into a font headlock. "UCK! God damn it! I'll...Kick your ass, Dasher!!!" the shark would growl before her opponent started to get the woman into a fire man carry! If that wasn't bad enough, Dasher started to spin her around and around while lifting her.

Mako would squirm the whole time, and enraged by this position, she'd start to drill her elbow into the man's head. The shark would even try to send a few strikes at his head with her knee too. They weren't as strong, but Mako was doing everything she could to loosen her opponent's grip. If successful, the shark would try to get behind Dasher when she landed on her feet. That way she could try to wrap her arm around his waist and attempt a move that was probably a bad idea on an opponent like him. Then again...the shark had no clue how much he actually weighed.

So regardless of the risk, Mako was going to try lifting Dasher up and over to slam him down with a German Suplex! Hopefully a move like that would humble the man a good bit....not to mention it'd put a huge smirk on the shark's face if she managed it!

Dasher was never what you would call a "model student" in his high-school days. His one-sided mind never wandering past his wrestling training even when he was meant to be thinking about tackling equations, not tackling his upcoming opponent. Hence why he would never be mistaken for a knowledgeable teacher outside of his wrestling acumen, but Dasher didn't really need to be one in this case. His first lesson was ostensibly his final lesson as well, as it was all Mako needed to know in regards to her own feeble inequality when she was put into the ring against a real man.

Dasher thunderously roared out loud as he spun around and around on his rage-induced roller-coaster, his brawny arms wrapped around the back of Mako’s head and in between her thighs for the duration of his dizzying spin cycle. A grueling few seconds that was meant to humiliate the sharp-tongued shark and aggravate her discombobulated state after having her head rocked by his cocked back European uppercut. Something to help soften her up before making the repellent shark humble in his patented Inoba Clutch...

But one elbow strike lead to another...and another...each one leaving Dasher increasingly rattled and dazed while unknowingly allowing Mako the wiggle room to escape his fireman's carry and defy all expectations as she somehow managed to pitch the muscled chauvinist onto the back of his head and shoulders!!

Dasher bounced over himself and landed on his front side, immediately scrambling towards the nearby ropes for a groggy, fatigued, and pained ascension back to his groggy feet, throngs of fans cheering on the shark's inexplicable resurgence!!

Mako was not a powerhouse kind of girl. She was a striker. A damn good one in fact, and probably up there with the best. But the shark was still strong none the less. She'd been in training all her life, whether it be getting into fights at school or on the street to test herself, or even in a gym with her teacher. Now the woman who taught Mako, she was one hell of a powerhouse. Still is in fact, and some of her style rubbed off on Mako despite being focused on striking. The shark's training with that woman shaped her into not only a badass striker, but a powerful predator who could take care of anyone in her way.

And right now...Dasher was in her way...

Mako's suplex took care of that, though. Lifting him up and over, the man would land hard on his shoulders and the back of his head before bouncing onto his front. The blow was a fierce one, and it was looking like Dasher was on full retreat after taking it. The fans were losing it as a result, and the shark was loving their enthusiasm. Using it as fuel to keep going, despite her fatigue, Mako would quickly jump back up on her feet and give chase to the now scrambling Dasher who was 'dashing' towards the ropes. What Mako wasn't realizing was that while she had been spun around on her opponent's shoulders...the ref had been in a little...well...an accident.

While she was failing and kicking about, the woman must have struck the poor ref girl with her foot because right now she was face down on the mats while holding her cheek in pain. The shark would've checked on her if she had noticed, but since she hadn't yet, she was instead looking to wrap her arm around Dasher one more time before he could reach the ropes. Then after pulling him up to his feet from behind, Mako would attempt yet another German Suplex on her chauvinistic opponent!

Unmistakable parallels were continuing to be drawn between this impudent shark and Dasher's premier opponent in this accursed league, Carmen Rodriguez. Besides their infuriating stubbornness towards not accepting their own wrestling inferiority no matter how many times he proves it in the ring, both were still deceptively capable strikers and nimble enough to weasel their way out of their own impending losses. Mako demonstrating both of those accursed traits after she had spent the spent past few seconds knocking his head around with er pointy elbow strikes. Dasher barely having the fleeting seconds to register that Mako had squirmed her way free of his brawny arms before feeling the entire world go upside down from what was a booming suplex squarely atop his bowl-cut haired noggin.

"Dyraggh!!!" Dasher bellowed out as he rolled over himself before stumbling upon the nearby ring ropes and began leaning his slumping, muscled frame into them. His wavering legs were crossed over eachother with one of his massive hands clamping onto the back of his head. His throbbing headache not being helped by the scores of cheering fans upping the decibel level of the arena several notches, each own compelling Mako onward with chants of...

"One more time!!! One More Time!!!"

...A request that was seemingly being fulfilled once Dasher felt the same clenching grip around his waist and the same hefty breasts mushrooming against his broad back. His arms reflexively clamping onto the ropes for dear life in palpable and heightened alarm that one more suplex could spell the end for him...that was until he glanced over his shoulder and noticed the battered referee languishing on the canvas behind them both. Not another thought being given to his next action as the chauvinistic grappler would immediately kick his leg back and between Mako's legs for an underhanded mule kick straight to her crotch!!

Mako was on top of the world as she wrapped her arms around Dasher's waist. The shark would've done this to him from the very beginning had she realized it'd be so effective. Now with her opponent in such a desperate situation, she would try to slam him with yet another German Suplex as the fans demanded it! But as she began to lift the man, Mako would feel a sudden, immense pain below her waist. Her body came up a little bit as well, and it didn't take long for the shark to realize Dasher had just kicked her in the fucking crotch.

"GGAAAH! YOU FUCK!!!" Mako would scream as her arms unwrapped around the man before leaning forward. Her hands were already cupping her aching crotch as she fought back some tears. Surprisingly enough, Mako had never received a low blow before. Sure she had received some cheap shots, but not a single guy she had thrown down with did something like this. At least not before Dasher here...

Gritting her teeth, the shark would fall down on her knees as she slowly looked around for the ref. Of course, the ref was just getting back up off her belly. Mako would then curse under her breath about every insult ever said as she realized how screwed she was. The crowd being almost upset as she was already shouting and cursing Dasher violently as they continued to watch on in disgust.

Mako would then just look at her opponent with a face that screamed murderous intent...too bad she wasn't in any position to make good on that. All she could do was look at Dasher in disgust of what kind of a fighter he really was...