Dasher Challenge : Part 1 - God Bless The Ring

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Dasher's heralded knife-edge chops were infamously capable of silencing smug dissenters like Raven along with practically an entire arena with but one mighty swing from the bowl-cutted behemoth. One of Dasher's veteran rival competitors was once quoted as saying it was like getting smacked with the hand of God himself, and to this day he bears some residual scars as lasting evidence of just that. Receiving one of Dasher's thundering slaps was once regarded as a badge of honor amongst the puroresu community with Raven now unknowingly joining an exclusive club of worthy recipients. A testosterone imbued honor being bestowed upon Raven from Dasher that in all likelihood she would have rather done without. Most within the arena sympathized profusely for Raven upon crumbling to her knees from a slap that sounded like a shotgun being blasted off, moreso after hearing her wailing scream. Unfortunately neither pity or remorse was portrayed by her Dashing Adversary towering over her, appreciating that like clockwork, right around now was when cocksure adversary's began realizing that sometimes legends live up to their reputation...

...along with just how screwed they were. Dasher emphasizing that once again with how effortlessly he escorted Raven upward and wedged her cranium betwixt his robust thighs, capable of ensuring her hunched over imprisonment via flexing those clamped leg muscles until attaining the stalwart rigidity of actual tree trunks. Appreciative fans partaking in the enticing sight of Raven's amazing assets as a thankful result and freeing Dasher's arms up to gesture for his adversary's impending demise in the meantime. Dash hauling Raven upward to a foreboding seated position upon his shoulders, except the planned meteoric powerbomb went awry immediately with Raven's infernal resistance. The veteran grappler grimacing from the clenching of his head before his intended forward momentum was used against him in a barreling hurricanrana toppling the giant off of his booted feet. "Oooph!!! Tch..." Dasher landing with an aggravated grunt, landing adjacent to the ring ropes which he clenched onto while positioned on one knee. Dizzied but intent on rampaging back towards Raven with all intents and purposes on attempting a Big Boot.

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Raven talked a big game, and even bigger game when she came out to Dasher and saying what she said. So far all that talk didn’t amount to anything, Raven was being pushed around like nothing. Something she hated, but it was just a matter of rolling with the punches. In this case though it’d be those monstrous chops coming from Dasher. Christ, those chops brought Raven back to her younger legally questionable fighting days. Those chops were going to leave a mark that she’d rather not have to think about in the morning. While some people took this match as Woman vs Misogynist. Raven didn’t see it this way, in her eyes she was going to fucking kill Dasher in the ring. Metaphorically All of that was gonna be starting with this initial move from Raven. Not content with being powerbombed through the ring, she figured this would be the best time to shake things up.

The hurricanrana did wonders for Raven, toppling the giant that was Dasher and also giving her some room. It looks like the momentum was going to shift, something Dasher was not to keen with happening. Getting up all angrily and looking to take off Raven’s head with a big boot. Thankfully Raven had the obvious speed and agility ad over Dasher. Raven easily dodged this big boot sideways, moving to grab Dasher’s arm and forcibly turn the man around. Raven would spin herself around, using this momentum to add power to her next move. Hoping to land her signature Black Out Signature on Dasher. Which at best would topple the man, but anything would do at this point.

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Dasher's boundless generosity typically reached far outside of the wrestling ring, including seasonal donations towards various homeless shelters, youth programs, and whatever other charities he could write off on his tax returns the following year. Not to mention the beneficial publicity that comes with him handing off oversized checks and shaking his hands with children before pushing them off to shake the next kids hand. Entrepreneurial reasons aside, Dashers generous inclinations showcased themselves today via opting to put on more of a show for the audience instead of merely clinching in his patented Inoba Clutch and instantly humbling his ravenous prey this day. Not to mention offering Raven the opportunity to showcase her flying abilities as her feathered name would suggest, even it if meant creating a human-sized crater in the canvas.

Yet even the rudimentary task of staying perfectly still seemed to be far beyond Raven's capabilities as Dasher's viewpoint changed from her black spandex-clad muff to a twirling spincycle culminating with his back splatting against the canvas. Disorienting the Dashing Veteran severely but soldiering upward nevertheless with a shake of his bowl-cutted head. Fully intending on stifling Raven's momentum shift before it continued growing by stomping it out with a Big Boot that merely whiffed through nothing instead. The striker's duel continuing onward but with the loathsome avian thwacking the chauvinistic grappler upside his prodigious chin. "GYOH!!!" Dasher backpedaling with a flail of his arms back first into the ropes, instinctively tucking and rolling underneath the bottom rope to find his footing at ringside. Ears ringing and cupping his aching jaw with a bitter grimace.

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Finally things were looking up for Raven, in a different timeline Dasher puts Raven through the ring. In all of the big man’s hubris he really thought that Raven was just going to let him powerbomb her like that. She wasn’t going to let that happen, so the first step in getting some momentum would be flipping this move around. Thankfully years of fighting would give Raven the thighs for the job. Using both of their momentum’s just made thing easier for Raven as she spun Dasher and sent the man on his back. (Hmph easier than I thought to take you down) Raven thought to herself but it would hardly to anything to just leave things as they are.

Dasher would try to knock Raven back down with a big boot. Figures, everyone that size uses the move. Once again making things easier for Raven, dodging and landing a swift kick towards Dasher’s chin!. Sending the man sprawling backwards towards the ropes. Raven had half figured that Dasher would just spring back with a clothesline from hell, no but instead he rolled underneath the bottom ropes to escape to ringside. Raven couldn’t even fight back the urge to smile, a smile which turned into laughter. HAH HAH HAH, oh god this is rich, all of that talk and there you go running off. It’s okay though, Mommy knows how to play rough Raven said out loud exactly knowing who her audience was. Wanting to make the most of it, Raven would also go in between the ropes to stand on the other side of the ropes on the apron. What was coming next was a big gamble, but it would be worth well worth it.

HEY YOU OVERSIZED BITCH, I’M OVER HERE Raven said as she took off in a sprint. Leaping once she got close enough to Dasher. Raven would clear Dasher’s head and latch onto his back. Using her superior momentum, Raven would try to flip Dasher and spike his head outside of the ring with this aerial Canadian Destroyer!

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Considering that Dasher neither concerns himself with, or quite frankly even needs his adversaries compliance whenever manhandling them with reckless abandon, it stands to reason that he'd attempt powerbombing Raven through the ring canvas and naturally assume all would transpire well. He would pridefully add another notch to his career long list of humbled foes in the process, and this ravenous jezebel of an opponent would learn her place within a man's wrestling ring. Namely three feet beneath and within the smoldering crater left over after his calamitous powerbomb. Instead the Dashing Veteran found himself capsized by the hurricanrana that countered his maneuver with his rampaging Big Boot afterward not faring any better. His massive strike deftly dodged with his wrestling boot stamping down onto the ring canvas with the underside of Raven's footwear making cracking contact with Dasher's sizable chin instead as the teetering veteran wisely took refuge on the outside of the ring.

Dasher cared little for the feeble minded bird-woman's rantings overheard from within the ring. Misconstruing his tactical retreat and brilliant ring prowess as a sign of cowardice merely demonstrating her pitiable incompetence and bird-brained ineptitude. The Mighty Dasher feared no man or woman and was merely, in all of his chivalrous generosity, allowing Raven the opportunity the respite she needs right around now. All while giving him the time to tactfully ascertain how best he should go about decimating this wild-haired foe of his. Dasher evidently not having as much time to think things through as he anticipated considering several seconds after exiting the ring while soothing his bruised jaw, he turned in its direction and right into the Raven's shadow. Eyes widened as his head was affixed between her calves in the preamble to being heaved backwards and smashed onto the crown of his bowlcut haired head. The mountain of muscles barreling backward into a splayed-out stupor onto the floor, massively popping the audience with rallied cheers in the process.

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Dasher was a goddamned idiot if he thought Raven was going to take the offer of fighting outside the ring and running with it. In all honesty, Raven is probably better fighting outside of the ring rather than the rules that holds her back inside the ring. So if Dasher was kind enough to take the fight outside, Raven wasn’t going to say no. All that this meant was Raven was able to use anything and everything at her disposal. To start things off, Raven was going to start with some light payback. Considering how Dasher wanted to put a crater in the ring using Raven’s body. Raven was going to put Dasher’s head through the floor. Raven’s whole move was a huge risk. All it really took was one counter from Dasher and Raven’s head could’ve been split open on the concrete. Thankfully Dasher was dazed enough that it all relied on Raven just pulling the move off.

So the mountain of a man that is Dasher was completely flipped over Raven and slammed head first on the concrete! Leaving the man sprawled out on the floor from the impact. The audience went crazy with the move, rallying behind Raven even more now. Raven would kip herself back up and whip her hair back. Doubling as a cool shot for the cameras and showing how little she respected Dasher. Raising her arm up as she took in the cheers, and even controlled some of them. The momentum being in Raven’s favor, she was going to make the post out of this out of ring brawl. Well well well, look at that. Talking from the high horse just made the fall hurt even more huh Raven said as she taunted Dasher, hands on her hips and everything. Still Raven was no fool to think that was enough. That and Raven wanted to beat on Dasher some more. So forcefully standing the man up a bit it. Raven would toss Dasher towards the closest steel steps and obliterate them with his body!

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Momentary misjudgment coupled with what was so obviously shoddy worksmanship when it came to LAW's wrestling rings from years of prolonged overuse, leading to him being unbalanced mid-match. Dasher's myriad of fallacious explanations as to how he was seemingly losing all semblances of control within this match were already coming to him in droves and being rehearsed in his head for post-match press conferences and overtly inquisitive wrestling journalists. Thankfully the gullibility of certain news outlets and the clout inherent with being a grappling legend like himself meant that his fictitious tall tales were typically accepted as the gospel truth on the surface aside from a few irksome detractors. Although today he might have trouble making Raven's rampaging offense appear like nothing more than beginner's luck when his ravenous adversary was putting on a spectacular show of outfoxing and outwrestling the bowl-haired giant who'd just been flipped ass over teakettle onto the flooring outside.

Twinkling rooflights sparkled within his warbled vision as Dasher remained spread-eagled with his muscled pectorals rhythmically heaving with each panting breath taken. Onlookers swathing Raven with hollering adulation and applauding praise after witnessing her perform such a daring feat which had never been utilized against the chauvinistic strongman, complete with a stylish kip-up afterwards to further pop the audience. Cameramen capturing the show of bravado and disrespect shown towards her fallen foe...even though the seconds spent posing for the cameras and mocking him from above was time spent Dasher used collecting himself and recuperating. Snarling from Raven standing over the veteran she mocked from above, the veteran capitulated with Raven hefting him back to his feet in a dazed lurch to his posture. Although her irish whip would become reversed with Raven being the one seemingly flung towards the steel steps instead, except Dasher aimed to cock back his free arm and mow Raven down with a flexed bicep lariat aimed right for that big mouth of hers.

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Raven was the kind of person who has fought in all kinds of rings. High quality rings, standard rings, broken down rings, patched up together rings and some rings that could barely be called that. It didn’t really matter to Raven, it was a place to fight. That is the only thing that mattered to Raven. That being said, the law rings were of the standard type. Not good, but not bad either. Still could do plenty of things using the ring. Case and point with taking Dasher outside and trying to cause some destruction with his body. Raven was not scared to try and make the most of this situation. Hell, Raven was seconds away from reaching under the ring and grabbing a random weapon from there.

Still simple was best, seeing as how they just started their out of ring fight. Just as Raven was going to make those stairs disappear with Dasher. Suddenly the man sprung back to life and with a vengeance. Flipping Raven’s own move on herself, not only that, tacking on a lariat aimed at Raven’s head. Eyes widening in surprise, Raven didn’t have anything smart to say. She just didn’t have the time, Raven just needed to act, and act is what she did. Dodging under the lariat and getting behind the muscled man from his own momentum. Piling on the damage with a quick counter attack. Raven jumped up high for a swift enziguri to his head!

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Dasher's honed endurance levels were renowned at this point in his storied career, the strong style legend being known for tanking through some incredibly devastating strikes and maneuvers back in his day. Unfortunately, those were feats performed moreso within his earlier years and halcyon days of his firehearted youth. The ways with which he was already being staggered against his ravenous adversary showcasing that fact exactly as Dasher seemingly allowed Raven to attempt to slingshot the burly grappler headfirst into the adjacent steel steps. But the veteran learned how to bide his time throughout his career as well as the benefits of patience.

Dasher utilizing both attributes in his attempted counterattack as Raven instead found herself within the targeting reticles of a mighty clothesline after halting and reversing her Irish Whip. "Oooriyah!!!" Dashers bellowed lariat would end up whiffing against his fleet-footed adversary, the muscled brute spinning around to see Raven flying towards him with her knee uplifted and malicious intentions...which Dasher abruptly and deftly dodged by merely stepping to the side. A comedic splat to the floor beside him taken by Raven, although not much time would be spent on her part to piece together what just happened as she'd find herself being leaped down upon with a plummeting elbow drop.

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With people built like brick shit houses, the key to taking them down is never giving them a chance to fight back. Raven was going to be taking part in that strategy. Move after move, punch after punch, hell concussion after concussion would work. As long as Dasher didn’t have the chance to hit Raven with something big. The moves at the start of the match were enough to tell Raven to be careful. Of course all of her big talk was purposeful. An angry opponent is something that you can read easy and move them how you want. The only issue is that Dasher was not fucking biting. Looks like Raven needed to do a little more to get the man dancing to her tune.

Dasher was looking to get back into the match in a big way. Raven just needed to counter that and stifle the comeback. That and some well timed insults would certainly be enough. Another issue came up now, Dasher is fucking patient. So just when Raven thought she was running this match. Almost landing a perfect counter to keep things going. Nope, Dasher just side stepped the move and let Raven splat onto the ground. Oh shit… Raven let out lowly as she saw a mountainous Dasher jumping in the air and falling right onto Raven. Almost pancaking her with a elbow drop! Leaving the older woman groaning in pain from its aftermath.