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...

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!!!

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...

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...

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.