Great Kali vs. Aisha Love: Standard Singles Match

Match Type: Standard Singles Match
Victory Condition: Pinfall or Submission

Her music was starting, the loud shrill of guitar ringing out as the fans began to cheer. She began moving forward at a steady pace excitedly, the crowd greeting her. Aisha made herself present, waving to the crowd with gusto and enthusiasm. Standing a top the stage, she rocked it, showing a little bit of sex appeal dancing around in her usual wrestling attire of a pink one piece singlet. She then raised a finger to the ring, pointing to her destination.

After a little bit of show boating, she rushed down the stage, clapping hands down the ramp before she slid into the ring. She quickly made her way ti the top a turnbuckle, throwing her hands up as she then proceeded to flip off the turnbuckle. Aisha was ready, waiting for her opponent to come excitedly, psyching herself up.

After a while, the sounds of war drums would blare from the speakers before Great Kali finally made her appearance. Clad in her revealing outfit, which consisted of a very revealing leotard which was actually see through, with only two metal cups covering her nipples, a loincloth which only covered her crotch and a metal thong that gave her plump backside much emphasis, she would step away from the entrance as she headed to the ring. Strutting down the ramp, she would give the crowd a show they would not forget as she posed seductively for them, earning her cheers from them despite her intimidating appearance.



She would look at her pink-haired opponent who was waiting in the ring, and the Indian goddess licked her lips in anticipation. Another newbie to crush, it seemed. After walking down the ramp for some time, she finally arrived at the ring. She would enter the ring by walking up the steel steps before slipping through the middle and top ropes. She would smirk at her opponent, sizing her up and down as she approached her corner, which was opposite to her opponent's.

This time, instead of trash-talking like she usually did, she would remain silent while smirking at her, observing her all the while until the ref would instruct them to go to the center of the ring. She would step forth, hands on her hips as she continued looking at Aisha's face. She would occasionally lick her lips while looking at her until the bell was finally rang, signalling the start of the match between Great Kali and Aisha Love.

Instead of taking a stance, Kali would circle her opponent, still smirking cockily at her before she suddenly lunge at her, attempting to ram her shoulder into Aisha's midsection to spear her and bring her to the mat!

In the back of her mind, she saw something was off with this one, enough to scare her somewhat. This Kali woman reminded her of a predator, sizing up her prey. Or to some extent, she was nothing but a piece of meat. She waited and watched, crossing her arms, trying not to show some fear yet failing. Kali knew how to make an entrance.

Once Kali got into the  ring, she could say very well she was rather attractive, if not provocative in her outfit. It was almost distracting eyes drawn to the bare skin. Standing proud, she tried to play the same mind game her opponent did, but seemed rather inept at such, the licking lips unnerving her. She was more the physical person and now she was in a ring with a master of the mind game itself. The pinkette wonder what else her opponent could do while she waited for the bell to ring.

Aisha got in her stance once the bell rung, circling the ring against her, but was rather surprised that nothing occurred. She got out of her stance, trying to figure out her game just a tad too late as she found herself speared down to the mat with a bang, air knocked out of her.

Grinning madly after tackling her opponent down to the mat, she would drive a fist into Aisha's gut, grinding her knuckle sadistically before finally removing it. She would love to crush this newbie and prove to all who watched this match that Great Kali would always be superior, no matter who she would have to face in the ring.

After that, Great Kali would get up, smirking at Aisha mockingly, as if saying that she had no chance to emerge victorious in this match against her. She would circle around Aisha's downed body for a moment before kicking her right on her side.

The crowd started booing the muscular beauty for her remorseless stomping while some of them would start cheering for the rookie, telling her to get up and fight back.

"Awk," a bit of spit came from her mouth, reeling from the punch to the gut. As if to inflict more pain rubbing her knuckles into it, electing a moan of pain in Aisha. Expecting more punishment, it never came, looking up from the mat to see Kali, gloating over her. She tried to stand back up but was mercilessly kicked back down. The pain came quick and sudden, but not as bad as the punch which pain still lingered.

Aisha clutched her side, standing up and shaking herself off. She was far more powerful than she had expected and devious. It was all mind games with her. This wasn't going to be easy by any measure. Setting up a new battle plan, she decided to test the waters, attempting to get in close with a grapple. It was worth a shot, maybe throw this woman off a bit. The crowd was cheering for her, she couldn't fail them.

Well, at the very least she could shrug off pain. Great Kali grinned as Aisha stood up on her feet, and she would continue staring at her. Then, Aisha went to her for a grapple, and Kali would take it, grappling with her opponent to prove whose strength was superior in this match.

Great Kali would have herself locked up against her foe as they grappled. Still grinning, she would shift her weight, making sure to make Aisha lose her balance as they were still locked up to each other before attempting to throw her to the mat, which would be followed with an elbow drop into her sternum.

There strength was rather even, Aisha to budge the woman and any attempt at making any sort of move just didn't seem to work. Just then she could feel a shift in wait, a possible opening. She moved to use it, but it was nothing but a trap, finding herself thrown down to the mat once again.

The blow that followed hurt immensely, a cry of pain escaping her lips. She had misjudged once again, Kali's elbow finding purchase upon her sternum as her one piece held no protection.

Holding her chest, she tries to get away by rolling to the ropes, using them as a way to stand back up, leaving her rather vulnerable to attack. However, this to some extent her only choice, not wanting Kali to get behind her.

Aisha's pained cry was a music to her ears, and Great Kali would not get tired of it. As she got up on her feet after dropping her elbow on Aisha's sternum, Kali would look at her pink-haired opponent rolling away to the ropes in order to get up.

Naturally, Aisha would get a rope break, but Great Kali would have none of that as she lunged towards her before attempting to plant a dropkick on her. No matter the outcome, the referee would come to reprimand the Indian woman, but she ignored it as she got back to see her opponent once again, grinning like a lunatic like before. She would certainly enjoy every moment of this, breaking this rookie apart.

She fell upon the ropes, head and arms dropping over the second rope. She was winded still, pain throughout her torso. Not the worst, it was the air now escaped from her lungs that was the problem. her chest rising and falling. Things were just getting worse and worse by the second, now being utterly defenseless from an attack she could only brace coming. Aisha could hear from behind the referee's warning, disregarded and thrown out the door like the hollow threat it was.

Now sure that her opponent was weakened thanks to her dropkick earlier, Great Kali would then grab Aisha by her ankles before dragging her to the center of the ring. She would then drop her feet before bending down in order to pick her pink-haired opponent up.

Once the girl was on her feet, the Indian goddess would then attempt to subject her in a bearhug so that she could squeeze the air out of her. As she did so, she would have her own impressive breasts being pressed against Aisha's, both pairs mushrooming each other as Kali applied more pressure in the hold.