Dasher Challenge : Part 1 - God Bless The Ring

[killcarrion]

Dasher could never be mistaken for a spring chicken by any stretch of the imagination these days, but with age comes wisdom alongside greying hair and a laundry list of potential health issues. Rather than continue to fight on Raven's terms with one frenetic strike after another, the bowl-haired veteran became the passive rainwater to her inflamed firestorm. Merely sidestepping out of her intended target range as befitting a mountainous warhorse who'd gotten too old for youthful indulgences like this years ago anyway. A veritable tank of muscled mass bounding down upon the flattened Raven after his leaping elbow drop, Dasher satisfied with a smug smirk at having grounded this rebellious bird for now.

"Hmph, silenced that insolent mouth of yours already? Here I thought Mommy knows how to play rough...Well, if that's the case, than come to Daddy..." Dasher menacingly uttered while arising alongside Raven given that her flowing locks were tightly clasped onto by manly mitts. The sinister implications behind his words becoming crystal clear once he situated Raven's midsection over the ring apron, her aforementioned wonderful ass once again showcased to the audience and world at large. Except rather than any heinous acts that would warrant fines from censors over X-rated content...Dasher would take his own extreme pleasure in bestowing a cataclysmic open handed smack to that ravenous backside of hers.