Great Kali vs. The Black Fang - Wrath of the Goddess [FWC]

The Black Fang had to work on maintaining her footing as Great Kali fought beneath her, but training came to save her once again - she had the balance to keep the hold going no matter how much her opponent thrashed about. She was putting up quite a fight, especially cosmdieting this was a rather simple hold - the Black Fang had either discovered a weak spot, or her oddly dressed opponent had severe disdain for being held down and put on the defensive.

Either way, she would have to endure, because she had no notion of easing up anytime soon. Though that hardly meant she was going to stick with this one hold - she had other weapons at her disposal. ”If you insist, cur.”

Always good to give that American vocabulary a nice workout.

The Black Fang let go of Great Kali, but only so she could jump forward, diving over her prone opponent. She grabbed her by the neck as she passed over in a three quarter facelock, slamming her foe’s face into her shoulder with the somersault cutter.rter facelock, looking to slam her face into her shoulder with the somersault stunner.

When her opponent let go of her, Kali tried to regain her bearing and recover so that she could fight back, but before she could even do anything, the Black Fang grabbed her by the neck before she proceeded to pass over in a three quarter facelock and did a somersault stunner, slamming her face into her shoulder.

Kali groaned in pain, putting her hand on her face on the spot where she was slammed into the Black Fang's shoulder earlier. Still disoriented, the Indian woman tried to clear the dizziness as she attempted to get back on her knees. She had no choice but to endure anything her foe had to offer as she struggled to get back on her feet.

Though the Black Fang was a relative newcomer, the crowd could appreciate someone with good style, and hers seemed to appeal to them. The cheered as she hit the somersault stunner, getting behind her quickly - plus, to be honest, it probably helped that she was actually Japanese. The Friction crowd was rarely biased, but if they had to choose between a foreigner or one of their native daughters to get behind, they would always tend to the latter.

Regardless, their appreciation was noted, as the Black Fang rose up over her aching opponent. She raised a fist to the sky, rallying the crowd to her cause, before she reached down and seized Great Kali’s head, pulling the haughty woman back to her feet.

The moment she was standing straight again, the Black Fang took a step back, then leaped forward and lashed out with a wild chop to her overly-exposed chest, trying to drive her back to the corner.

Kali grunted, feeling irritated as she heard the cheers from the crowd as she slowly recovered. While she definitely enjoyed their attentions as they looked upon her body, she did not really care about them in the slightest. All she cared about whenever she's in the ring was to completely and thoroughly crush her opponent, and she would not falter just because some horny guys weren't rooting for her.

Suddenly, she was forced to get up by her opponent, and she let out a pained snarl when her head was seized as the Black Fang pulled her up and put her back on her feet. She felt a little dizzy due to the sudden movement, but the moment she regained her clarity, she realized what her foe was planning to do to her.

"Urgh!" The Indian woman grimaced in pain when her bountiful chest was hit with a chop by the Black Fang. She staggered back, but then stood her ground, stopping herself from having her back driven to the corner. Her face contorted in rage as she would immediately retaliate by throwing a punch at her foe, attempting to sock her in the face.

The Black Fang wasn’t just a wrestler, but was, first and foremost, a fan of wrestling, and as such, there were few things she’d come to love more than the sound of good chop echoing across the ring. Her mentor had worked on making sure her own were topnotch, having her train for hours against the back of door, going at it with the side of her hand until she could scarcely feel the impact anymore.

A lot of work for one move, but she had a feeling Great Kali could appreciate the results.

The blow cut hard, the crowd cheered, and the Black Fang, eager to press her advantage, moved in to deliver another one…

...only to be punched in the face for her trouble.

The blow crashed hard against her face and spun the Black Fang around full circle, leaving her dazed and wobbling with her back to Great Kali. She’d give the villain credit: she was mean, rude sort of woman, but she could punch.

The meaty sound of her fist connected to the face of her foe was a music to Great Kali's ears. Now that clarity had fully returned to her, the Indian wrester decides to do a follow-up attack.

Kali then would approach the Black Fang, with her lips curled up into a gleeful smile before the Indian woman would try to keep her opponent in place with both hands before driving her knee in her gut several times. She would make sure to keep hitting in the same spot over and over to deal more pain.

The Black Fang could say another thing for Graf Kali: she was not one to let a good opportunity go to waste. She had been stunned for what couldn’t have been more than two seconds before exotic beauty was in her face again, once again calling upon her impressive repertoire of strikes.

”Ungh!” One knee sank into her stomach, doubling her over. ”Gah!” Another followed quickly after. ”Nnh!” That one hit deep, making spittle fly from her lips and land on Great Kali’s shoulder.

Each blow hurt and each one left the Black Fang winded, making her too hurt to get back on the offense. All she could do was bring up her arms and cover her chest, doing her best to soften the damage.

Great Kali's grin widened as she saw her opponent reeling from her attacks. When the Black Fang tried to focus on defending herself from the Indian woman's relentless attacks, Great Kali stopped her assault, trying to give her opponent an impression that she had stopped attacking due to tiredness or, if her foe was naive enough, making her think that the muscular beauty was giving her a chance to recover.

Of course, none of those were the Indian woman's intention as she would step aside to the Black Fang's left in a rather unceremonious manner before suddenly whipping up her right foot, trying to kick the side of the Black Fang's head with a superkick. For Great Kali, this was definitely one of her favorite moves. It certainly helped that the high kick would allow the crowd to see what was underneath her flimsy loincloth, as she wore nothing but a small strip of cloth that could barely hide her labia. It would earn her cheers and catcalls from the crowd as the shot of her exposing her barely-covered crotch would be caught by the cameramen and would be shown on the titantron for all to see, and Great Kali would welcome such attention with delight.

When Great Kali poured on the pressure, there was little an opponent could do but weather the storm - a fact that the Black Fang was learning in the most painful of ways. There was little pause between her strikes, almost no chance for to do anything but defend. Each time she dared to try some offense, she wound up taking a knee for her troubles and had to turtle up again.

Then, just like that, it stopped.

For a moment, the Black Fang was terribly confused, but when she opened her eyes, that confusion instantly vanished. In that moment, she saw the beginnings of a deadly superkick, coming straight for her face. Something she desperately needed to avoid.

There was no time to dodge, so she did the only thing she could think to do: catch it. She raised both her hands and attempted to catch the heel between them, stopping the blow before it could connect and holding Great Kali up by one leg.

Great Kali's eyes widened, a comically surprised expression etched on her face, when the Black Fang caught her kick. With one of her legs being held up high, she was standing only on one foot, greatly reducing her balance. She also started to feel the strain of having her leg held up. Grunting in annoyance, the Indian woman started hopping on one leg and tried to shake the leg that was held up by the Black Fang in an attempt to get away from her hold.

"Get your paws off of my leg, woman!" Great Kali barked petulantly at her opponent, ordering her to release her leg immediately.