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

This was the AFW, so really, the Black Fang shouldn’t have been surprised by Great Kali’s brazen attack. Maybe it was the sheer audacity of it that caught her off guard, mixed with the fact that her opponent didn’t even seem to need such low tactics - she was clearly a dangerous, if somewhat crude and oddly dressed, opponent.

Regardless, the Black Fang was able to escape at the last moment, much to Great Kali and the audience’s dismay. After taking a moment to readjust her clothing, she made her way back to her feet and went back on the offensive, coming at Great Kali from behind.

With a deep breath, the Black Fang spread her arms out wide and reached down, wrapping them around her opponent’s waist. She grit her teeth hard, steeled her nerves, then yanked upwards and lifted Great Kali into the air, attempting to bring her up, over, and down on the back of her with a deadlift German Suplex.

Great Kali tried to get away as far as possible from her opponent, but failed to do so as she felt a pair of arms being wrapped around her waist. Knowing what might come next, the Indian woman struggled in order to break free, but she wasn't able to stop the Black Fang to lift her into the air.

Once again, Great Kali felt the weightlessness once more before her sensation returned as she was slammed hard into the mat with a German Suplex. "Augh!!!" She could feel her strength being drained from being subjected in such a move as she laid on her back, feeling her head ring in her ears and panting in exhaustion.

"Urgh..." Even so, she would turn to her side and attempt to drag herself towards the ropes so that she could use them to support herself. She needed to recover fast before the Black Fang could proceed with her next move.

The Black Fang would give Great Kali one thing, above any other - the woman was resilient.

A pattern was beginning to emerge. The Black Fang would hit her with something heavy and powerful, only for her foe to rise soon afterward, struggling back to her feet. She could put Great Kali down, sure, but keeping her down was proving to be the true challenge. Every effort to put lasting damage on the woman seemed to fail.

After the deadlift German, she’d been prepared to go for a pin, only for Great Kali to begin rising soon after. More damage had to be done, it seemed, and the constant effort was wearing on her.

With a huff, she rose to her feet and dashed off in the opposite direction. She hit the ropes to build up momentum, then came rushing towards Great Kali’s side, only to leap up and slid through the top and middle ropes. For a moment, it looked like she was going to inexplicable launch herself out of the ring, but instead she grabbed the ropes, swung her body around, and came at her opponent’s face with a swing Tiger Feint Kick, striking at Great Kali with both feet.

When Great Kali was approaching the ropes, she noticed that the Black Fang was rushing over to her. Expecting an attack, the Indian goddess braced herself, but instead of a strike, she just went through the top and middle ropes. At first, Great Kali expected her opponent to throw herself out of the ring, which was pretty nonsensical, but then, she noticed that the Black Fang had grabbed the ropes as she passed between the ropes.

As she was already close to the ropes, Great Kali had no time to react as the Black Fang performed a Tiger Feint Kick, hitting her face with both her feet. The Arena was filled with cheers as they saw the heroine performing such a dynamic maneuver, kicking Great Kali's face after swinging her body around between the ropes that she grabbed.

"Urgh!!" Groaning in pain, the Indian beauty was sent onto the mat on her back, clutching her hurt face. She felt like she was seeing stars after being hit by such a move, and as she groaned on the mat, she rolled to her side and tried her best to not stay immobile as she suffered the pain of getting the kick in her face.

While the Black Fang had never been poorly received by the crowd, her popularity had waned a bit since she first came into the company, having picked up no major wins on TV. The fans liked her, but they didn’t quite rally to her side as readily as she would’ve wanted.

That was changing in this match, however, as she continued a streak of solid moves. The feint kick sent Great Kali flying, and the crowd cheered her effort, loving the classic offense. The Black Fang came down on the apron after the attack, and was treated with the sight of her foe on her back, flat, wide open and vulnerable.

She looked left. She looked right. The crowd cheered. She knew what she had to do.

The Black Fang grabbed the top rope, yanked back, then used it to slingshot her body forward, up and over the ropes. She careened through the air and flipped as she went, so she’d come down on Great Kali’s prone body with her back, nailing a Senton Bomb.

Great Kali was on the mat, still trying to recover from the pain she received earlier. She gritted her teeth as she attempted to get up despite her depleted strength. From the corner of her eyes, she could see that her opponent, the Black Fang, was preparing herself for another big attack.

She couldn't allow that. With a growl, as the Black Fang brought herself up to the air and flipped, Great Kali would quickly attempt to roll away in order to avoid getting herself squashed under her opponent's weight. She could tell that if she was hit by the Senton Bomb, she would lose in this match, and she didn't want that.

In order to try avoiding the Senton Bomb, Great Kali would roll away but not too far. She didn't have enough strength to push herself too far.

The great thing about the Senton Bomb? It was a beautiful move, pure wrestling, high damage, and quick to execute. While the Black Fang wasn’t a consummate high-flyer, she loved to bust it out whenever the chance presented itself.

Negatives? If someone dodged it - if there was ‘no water in the pool’, as her mentor liked to say - you couldn’t know until you crashed. This time, the Black Fang crashed hard.

The audience collectively winced at the impact, and rightfully so, since it hurt every bit as badly as it looked. She arched her back, hissed and pain, then fell down to the floor in a motionless heap, breathing hard as the pain subsided.

At the very least, one of them didn't get hurt from the Senton Bomb. Even so, Great Kali still felt sore all over her body as she attempted to get up on her feet. "Nnnghh..." She grunted as she forced herself to stand, with great effort. The moment she managed to get up, she buckled slightly before righting herself, keeping her footing in order to prevent herself from losing her balance. Still, it took most of her strength to even stand, and she was panting when she finally managed to regain her footing.

After standing, Great Kali would look at the downed and writhing Black Fang. A scowl appear on the Indian woman's face before she dragged herself towards the heroine. Now that she was downed, she would make sure to keep her there so that she could emerge victorious in this match.

With an animalistic grunt, she would stomp her boot right into the Black Fang's gut so that she could see her being in agony, and she would attempt to do it several times just to be sure.

Great Kali was a formidable - if lewd and rude - opponent, there was no getting around that. The Black Fang could hardly deny it as she laid there, waiting for the pain to subside. She would be fine in a moment, she knew that much, but recovering by itself was hardly the problem. If her foe was anything, she was aggressive - such an opening would not be ignored.

Sure enough, Great Kali was on her feet and back to what she did best: delivering pain in simple, but brutally effective, ways. The Black Fang wound up taking two stomps before she could get her arms up to mitigate the damage, and even then, they made for small protection.

They did give her a chance to turn things around, though - after the fourth or fifth stomp, she reached out and wrapped her arms Great Kali’s ankle, holding her in place. She had little plan for the leg, but if it stopped the stomping, she’d be content enough for now.

Great Kali was having a blast stomping on the downed Black Fang's body, and was a little irked when her enthusiastic stomping was stopped by the heroine who grabbed her by her ankle. Irritated, the Indian woman would attempt to shake off her leg. "Tch," she clicked her tongue as she expressed her annoyance.

Still, Great Kali, however reckless she could be, wasn't stupid. Sure, she tended to do things unthinkingly, but if she put an effort into it, she could be pretty smart too. So, after shaking her leg for a moment, she decided to drop her knee on the Black Fang's body, attempting to drive her knee into her opponent's stomach.