Dasher Challenge : Part 1 - God Bless The Ring

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No Disqualifications Match
Victory Conditions: Pin, Submission or KO

Chattering fans with backstage passes, inquisitive paparazzi and journalistic photographers scrambling to prep their cameras were all huddled about backstage, impeded by security guards human barriers keeping them from encroaching upon The Dashing One's pre-appointed and lavishly furnished dressing room. The media firestorm generated by his mere presence this day started its humble beginnings as hushed gossiping amongst online dirtsheet writers and their various sources within the industry. Only once doubly confirmed through these multiple trusted sources did mere hearsay and conjecture become cemented in reality. Articles beginning to be written on reliable websites about gargantuan, earth trembling shakeups being performed within boardroom meetings discussing the possibility of wrestling talent previously thought beholden to one organization...now given clearance to step within wrestling rings fans thought forbidden to them...

One such talent being Dasher himself, now being escorted out of his dressing room by his trainers and wrestling pupils in tracksuits. Cameras flashing and his name being echoed down the hallways as Dasher calmly waltzed towards the gorilla position while clad in his pitch-black robe with a white sash around its waist and the Japanese caricatures for "Muscle" on its broad back. The broad-shouldered grappler would keep his head tilted down with all the taciturn professionalism of a champion prize fighter as he strode throughout the hallways and besieged by peppered questions from journalists all going unanswered. Only once Dasher and his tracksuited entourage step through the curtains did the naysayers denying his inclusion within LAW's roster become permanently silenced, die-hard fans chanting his name alongside the cacophonous reverberation within LAW's Tokyo arena bringing a championship level aura to what was still merely one innocuous match scheduled around many.

Inoba Bom-ba-ye

Several attendants dutifully clearing the way for him and widening the gap in the top and middle ropes as he climbed inside, black and white streamers now flying all around the ring. The pulsating enthusiasm of his LAW debut dying down after several minutes alongside his theme music, Dasher than calmly raising his mic upward to address the crowd with particular attention directed towards the hard camera in the audience. "...Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind. The times change. Settings change. People change. The world changes...however, certain elements remain impermeable. They remain steadfast, like a lone oak tree withstanding the blistering winds of a typhoon. MY way. The Dasher Inoba way. The way of adhering to the sacred tenets of this wrestling ring remain everlasting!!! As does my quest to prove that these misguided women today have no place within this solemn sanctuary against real men. TRUE warriors..." Dasher stated before turning his attention towards the top of the ramp.

"However, past experiences have taught me that a genteel hand yields pitiable results in regard to educating these delusional milksops, so expect no quarter given from me anymore. And with that...I HEREBY DECLARE THE DASHER CHALLENGE REINSTATED!!! LET ANY WOMEN WHO DARE THINK THEMSELVES CAPABLE OF BESTING THE GREAT DASHER INOBA STEP THROUGH THOSE ROPES...BUT BE CARRIED OUT ON THEIR BACKS, HUMBLED." Dasher bellowed before beginning to discard his robe, revealing his newly acquired arm tattoos and even trimmed haircut.

Dasher Inoba

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God what is all of the commotion tonight. There’s a shit ton of movement today Raven said as she heard all of the noise being made backstage. Raven who had just come in the arena, not even fully dressed yet. “Probably someone who thinks their hot shit or someone actually opponent Raven said as she went the opposite way. Despite what she does for a living crowds like the ones present were not Raven’s style. Finding herself a quiet place to get ready. Raven dropped her bag and would start to change. Raven had the blessing of having a sort of energy people stayed away from. That means no one bothered her backstage. Odds are that if you were talking to Raven backstage, a fight was going to follow.

The commotion would start to move Raven heard. Hearing the crazy footsteps and camera flicks. It was like a stampede backstage with the amount of noise they were making. Any more of this and I am going to lose it Raven said as she sighed angrily. It was one thing for things to be lively backstage. But this was something else entirely; it was reaching more annoying levels. Slowly the noise was quieting down. That noise instead transferred over to the ring. Somehow the energy from backstage transferred and even amplified to the ring. Oh this I gotta see Raven said as she looked to turn on a nearby TV to get a look at what everyone else was seeing. It was this supremely large guy in the ring. Shoulders as wide as she’s ever seen. The audience treated this guy like he was a gem or something. Still curious about the whole thing. Raven watched as she finished getting ready.


One thing Raven had to admit was that this guy had the audience right where he wanted them. Once they died down with the cheers he began to speak. Oh god he’s one of those high and mighty types Raven said with disgust in her voice. These types were annoying for how stubborn they can be. That and the shit they said honestly pissed Raven off. But something did pique her interest. This Dasher guy was talking about how misguided women have no place in the ring against men. Now this was a guy she would just love to shut up. What made things even better is that Dasher was making an open challenge. Dasher challenge? And they said I have an ego Raven said as she got ready to answer this so called challenge.

Before going to the entrance ramp. Raven made sure to get a microphone before doing her entrance. A few people backstage tried to push Raven away from taking this match. As if she would listen to them.

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With the music playing drowning out the crowd. Raven emerged from the backstage area. Now on the entrance ramp, Raven had her arms crossed. Raven had a sly smirk on her face when the cheers she got were just about the same as Dasher. Giving him a smug look as if saying
You aren’t the only big name here

Waiting until the music was done, Raven finally held up the microphone so that she could speak. Wow so that was something. You sure know how to go on and on. Damn near bored me to death listening Raven started talking letting the audience build up some anticipation. You definitely talks a big game from that high horse of yours. Let me let you in on a secret. You ain’t shit. All that theatrics ain’t jack shit if you can’t back it up. Now before any young upstart wanted to get a good look against you. I wanted to make sure this is the first and last challenge you start. Raven stated plainly as she dropped the microphone and approached the ring. If Dasher would save face, he would let Raven walk all the way to the ring. Allowing Raven to enter the ring and step up to Dasher face to face with no fear at all.

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Dasher counted down the seconds since he issued his chauvinistic challenge against what was assuredly a seething locker room chock full of ladies eager to answer the call. For now opting to bide his time by yanking on the ring ropes to make sure they were tightened properly and of sufficient tautness, afterward stretching his arms from side to side to help the oldschool grappler limber up. Given the infamous notoriety of The Dasher Challenge, certain rulesets were adapted as time went on as per Dasher's explicit wishes. Including an inherent agreement that anyone who steps within those ring ropes waves any legal right to sue him should the Puroresu Champion's wrestling education end with them accruing mounting hospital bills. One of Dasher's past conquests ended up incessantly hassling Dasher for monetary compensation, alongside beginning an online viral campaign to defame his good name with fake Twitter accounts and the like. All of which becoming unceasing headaches he would rather do without in the future.

Time marched on with Dasher starting to wonder if this wrestling organization could even provide competition worth their salt much like the other establishment did. Unfortunately his skepticism was answered in the form of blasting rock music that irritated his ears and made him long for his preferred brand of music, Dasher centering his beady-eyed gaze on the vulgar woman in dire need of a haircut marching towards him. A crimson eyed vixen whose insolence was written on her smirking face and was equally showcased with how disrespectfully she addressed the Mighty Dasher Inoba. Unknowing of the plethora of championship titles Dasher attained back in his day by the bulk of his muscle and sweat off his brow, nothing this spiky-haired harridan would know anything about apparently. The heralded grappler crossing his arms and remaining stone-faced as Raven crossed through the ropes, sealing her fate by that decision alone as she dared to stand tall before the muscled, bowl-cut behemoth.

"HMPH!!!...Consider my dialogue verbose merely due to the fact my words have yet to be proven wrong in the ring. It appears another immutable truth that withstands the test of time is the blusterous bravado of the weak, and the disrespectful insolence of the delusional. However, I will offer kudos in appearing to be stronger than most other competitors to accept this challenge. But by all means, allow me to back up my words, and swat the insolence from yours..." Dasher harrumphed and backpedaled a step while handing off his own microphone, cracking his neck from side to side as the referee performed their due diligence before officially starting the match. The champion wrestler raising his hands upwards, adapting a widened grappling stance somehow making him appear even more ominous in stature. A focused glare on his scowling facials as he attempted to lock-up with Raven as he began taking encroaching steps forward, bullying her backward if she accepted.

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Raven didn’t care if someone else wanted to shut Dasher up. All she knew was that someone needed to shut Dasher up. Raven just happen to be the first person. Whether other people were going to step up didn’t matter. Raven was looking to make this the first and last Dasher challenge. In Raven’s mind she was going out there to win. If not that Dasher wasn’t walking out this ring. Dasher wasn’t the only person who had a trend in suddenly making people pay hospital bills.

Vulgar was a nice word to describe Raven. Raven swears like a sailor and that was being showed off as Raven made her appearance known. Disrespecting Dasher off of the start, the animosity was already being set. Dasher was certainly a big guy in the ring. So it says something about Raven to be able to talk trash while walking at Dasher. There was no doubt to everyone watching that punches were going to be flying. At least Dasher was nice enough to let Raven talk her trash and enter the ring. Anyone else with a weaker mindset would just try to blindside Raven. Raven could tell that Dasher had some sort of honor code.

Finishing what she had to say and stepping up to Dasher. Now it was his turn to respond to the first challenger to his challenge. Wow.. You are even worse to talk to in person. Raven said sighing knowing that Dasher is one of the high and mighty types. Bluster bravado of the weak? What do you do then? Oh let me guess, its different when it comes to you. Raven said picking apart Dasher’s words. Finishing things off Dasher backpedaled off of Raven leaving her alone in the center of the ring. My insolence? Yeah okay, and I’m the delusional one Raven finished things off. Tossing her microphone to the side, Raven did not leave the center of the ring. Giving her an image of power since Dasher was the one that backed off.

Now that the match was underway Dasher was looking to get Raven into a lock up. Now Raven could talk her trash and all that. Confidence is one thing, not to be confused with stupidity. Raven was not going to lock up with Dasher this early in the match. Especially since he was so fresh to start. Raven was faking that she was going for the lock up. Only to just quickly sidestep Dasher and get behind him. Raven would try and kick the back of Dasher’s knee to knock him down. With the sudden impact of the attack. Raven looked to wrap her arms around Dasher and look to flex her muscles, leaning back wanting to take Dasher with her for a suplex!

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A theory Dasher postulated upon throughout his tenure administering this challenge was if competing against the subpar male athletes within these wrestling federations may have been the reason for the unfettered hubris amongst these ladies who step up to him. Swaggering out with a chip on their shoulder and boundless arrogance, addressing The Mighty Inoba as if he were some noodle armed jellyfish and not the mountain of a man he was. A puroresu champion known the world over and heralded throughout the wrestling industry for his grappling accolades. Who at one point even considered beginning his own wrestling federation where he could continue imbuing the teachings within strong style grappling to the next generation of wrestling hopefuls, alongside re-instilling masculine strength and pride into these chickenhearted millennials.

But all great journeys required taking those first few steps...and Dasher intended to plant those steps against the face of this wild haired Jezebel who was clearly unaware of basic grappling customs. Such as the customary separation between competitors before a match can officially commence. Adhering towards wrestling traditions within this hallowed arena obviously meant something to Dasher, but not this foul-mouthed avian who's in dire need of a lesson in discipline just as much as a haircut to shear that unkempt mane of hair. Pruning such an unsightly hairstyle would quite frankly be in everyone's best interests, Dasher mayhaps suggesting an efficient, stylish, and perfectly evened bowl-cut much like his own. A suggestion that Dasher would likely impart after torquing a submission out of her from within his humbling clutch submission.

Dasher's widened grappling stance intended to portray him in a more intimidating light similar to a a towering forest bear, although Raven sprinted forward regardless underneath his swiping arm for a swatting strike against the back of his knee which hobbled him enough to allow his foe the opportunity to snap an assertive waistlock from behind. An overestimation of her own strength and underestimation of own. Dasher glowering over his shoulder before clamping his hands onto Raven's arms and bucking forward so she was effectively riding piggyback upon him. The strong-style wrestler bellowing mightily after starting to backpedal with a fervent pacing, fully intending to squash the overeager adversary between the massive bulk of his back muscles and the equally uncomfortable landing pad of the corner turnbuckles.

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Raven always found it funny that the people with the most arrogance call out people on their arrogance. Raven never did it because she knew that she was cocky, but thats because she could back it up. Nothing like taking down some big shot from their high horse. Raven would do the hard work and let reality kick in and do the rest. As if Raven would be scared just because some guy was bigger than her. It wasn’t even Dasher’s borderline toxic masculine way of thinking that bothered Raven. Nah she partly agreed that the next generation is filled to the brim with to many cowards. It’s just the thought that Dasher saw himself as like this god preceding over the ring. Good thing that Raven was never a religious woman.

Getting with the match started, Raven was going to do things her way. If Dasher was going to talk the talk then he was going to have to walk the walk. Using her agile and nimble body she would get behind Dasher and start to work on his foundation. Everything starts at someone’s stance, break that and the rest writes itself. So once Raven got behind Dasher and went for the back of his knee. Raven thought that’d be enough to topple his stance. While she wasn’t wrong in her thinking, Raven just needed to a do a little bit more before trying to suplex this mountain of a man.

Now just within Dasher’s range, he grabbed onto Raven’s arms and refused to let the woman go. Instead even bringing her on his back. What the? Raven said at the confusion. That confusion quickly turning into worry as Dasher backpedaled with a good amount of speed. Effectively pancaking Raven between him and the turnbuckle. Nearly breaking the damn thing. Raven would try to let out some sort of scream of pain. But that didn’t come through as she was more smothered by Dasher’s back with little room to work with. Her entire body pressed against his own and the turnbuckle.

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A thin line was all that separated ideas from becoming regarded as either absurdly delusional, or outright genius. The ultimate deciding factor as to whether someone's concocted plans would be regarded as one or the other is measured simply on whether or not it winds up succeeding. Therefore, Dasher would have to unequivocally judge Raven's intentions as being filed within the former category. The Dashing Grappler could at the very least offer his feathered adversary kudos in the logic behind her actions since weakening his stance before attempting a suplex was indeed an effective strategy that Dasher himself teaches in his wrestling school. Except when your adversary outweighs you by over sixty pounds and is a conditioned grappler with a tank-like physique. More than one mere kick to his knee would be necessary to unsteady Dasher enough to get the job done, especially so early on in the match. Whether she overestimated her own strength or underestimated his, the penalty could potentially wind up becoming exceptionally severe.

Audience members flinching from the corner quivering smash against the turnbuckle which wound up sounding about as savage as it looked. Ringside cameras capturing what they could of Raven's facials smothered out against Dasher's swole back musculature as she remained metaphorically and somewhat literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. Unflattering imagery for her that was unfortunately repeated as Dasher opted to march forward a step before thrusting backward to again squash her against the corner. Now relinquishing his grip on her arms to allow her the freedom she assuredly wanted. "Hmph, quite the fire in your belly. Respectable, but mistaken. Allow me to offer you a valuable lesson I bestow upon all my students for overestimating themselves." Dasher gruffly uttered while bending and straightening out the leg Raven had struck. One of his forearms aggressively pushing up against the bottom of her chin to keep her head tilted up, puffing out her generous rack for what would be an attempt at a devastating open handed slap against her supple twins.

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When it comes to a long career in wrestling. Your ego either becomes so inflated that you end up becoming a character of yourself. That or your ego is something that pushes the field forward. Dasher just from the quick talk is definitely the first thing. Raven personally didn’t fall into either category, she just never gave a shit. Though you can argue she is in the same category. Raven giving this out of time fool in Dasher a wake up call seemed like a great idea. A great idea on paper that is. Naturally anything in practice is different from how the plans go. Rarely do people often plan for the physical response of the other party. Raven did just that and is going to pay for that dearly. Raven was definitely strong enough to lift Dasher, but the push back from Dasher was enough to make it impossible.

Raven’s back is going to need extensive recovery off of that one move alone. It’s a miracle that the turnbuckle stayed in place. The black haired wrestler could hardly do anything to get out of this position. Refusing to make the metaphor, Raven was at Dasher’s mercy in a sense. Thankfully Dasher got off of the corner giving Raven space to breathe. Raven unstuck herself from the corner, hardly in any condition for any explosive movements at the moment. Just for Dasher to this time face Raven and push his forearm against her neck. Choking her in the process of giving a lesson in the start of the match Save…Ngh…The lesson…for…Someone else Raven got out through her choking. Fighting back against the forearm pressed on her neck. Yet with the way her body is currently positioned. Raven’s body was in the perfect position for Dasher’s next move. A nuclear bomb of a slap coming right at Raven’s chest. The slap itself echoing throughout the arena and the fans watching wincing in pain. AHHHHHHHGHHHHGHHHHH!!!! Raven let out one of the most painful screams in her life. Her chest likely being marked with a hand print left by Dasher. The proud Raven Branwen, falling to her knees and nearly sprawling all of the ring holding her chest. Hoping that someway with the clutching of her chest and the constant motion would get rid of this stinging pain in her chest.

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Unfathomable though it may appear, Dasher's ego was actually one of the less inflated ones amongst his other old school wrestling compatriots. His overabundance of arrogance was centered solely on his wrestling accolades in general whereas he's known fellow grapplers who have amassed considerable debt attempting acting careers overseas or other failed ventures. Pride becoming the Achilles Heel of many a wrestler back in his day. And loathe though Raven may be to admit any similarities between the two of them, cocksure ego's are a character trait that both she and her dashing adversary apparently shared. Hence why she overestimated her capabilities when it came to attempting an ensnared sleeperhold on the bowl-cutted veteran and instead got sandwiched between the corner turnbuckle and a wall of rippling back muscle. Raven's day not becoming any better as Dasher afterward christened her with a titanic chop that sounded more akin to a shotgun blast echoing throughout the arena and perhaps to the sidewalk outside as well.

Every onlooker in the audience, man and woman alike, all became briefly unified in their grimacing sympathy for the ravenous Raven having her world shattered in a single booming thwack. Dasher than taking a step back to admire his handiwork and the sorry state it left his smart-mouthed foe now silenced aside from her bellowing scream. Dash towering before her with a smarmy smirk while shaking his hand striking hand left and right to help cool it off from the slight residual burning he felt. "Heh, consider yourself educated. Ora, you should be kissing my boots. Receiving one of my slaps is a sign of manly pride!!!" Dasher mocked before proceeding to attain a yanked handful of Raven's plentiful locks, raising her upward and guiding her to the middle of the ring before swiftly tucking her head between his concrete muscled thighs. Raven's backside showcased to the hard camera in the audience as Dasher performed a cut-throat gesture. Reaching down to lock his arms around her waist and hoist her onto his shoulders for a prime positioned sit-out powerbomb attempt.

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Confidence and arrogance are cousins not brothers, so it makes sense that they would be confused for each other constantly. Both Raven and Dasher had enough Confidence and Arrogance to fill the arena, but the difference is that Dasher is looking like the confident one and Raven the arrogant one. It’s all a matter of perspective. So when Dasher comes out to the ring and go on about his way. Raven meant what she said when she told Dasher that He isn’t shit. But after that deafening slap to Raven’s chest. Dasher’s point was making more and more sense. It’d be so much easier that everyone Raven pressed on just backed off like a coward. Still there’s no fun in that. What that means is people are prone to hit back, and Dasher hit back hard. Raven would be lucky if a mark didn’t stay from that chop. Thankfully Raven was a tough bastard, and instead of feeling scared or something. Raven was just pissed, pissed that she let this out of retirement peace of shit get the better of her. As much as Raven wanted to say a thing or two, she was more focused on this paralyzing pain in her chest. Making it extremely hard to breath to make things worse.

Christ it was even worse when Dasher went over Raven and kept talking his brand of trash. Going on about being educated, kissing boots, and manly pride. Fuck…You…NGH! Was the best Raven could get out as Dasher grabbed onto Raven’s hair and stood her up. Raven being more underground, figured she was about to get a hole punched in her stomach. Nah instead Dasher was going to stake the scenic route, tucking Raven’s head in between his thighs. Pressing on her head to add on and keep it there. Meaning Raven’s wonderful ass was being showcased to everyone in the arena. Even more people since Dasher made sure to point Raven at the hard camera. So the people at home were getting a good show. Locking his arms around Raven’s waist, hoisting her up quickly. Wanting to ground this Raven by planting her with a crater inducing powerbomb!

Fuck THAT!!! Raven screamed as grabbed onto Dasher head, to get a good foundation. Following that Raven would use her entire body to swing back and in combination with her momentum, Raven planned to counter this powerbomb with a nasty hurricanrana. Raven didn’t care where she was aiming, be it the turnbuckle or the ropes that’d give out on Dasher. Raven didn’t frankly care, the main point was to toss this big son of a bitch and get her show started.