Great Kali vs. Aisha Love: Standard Singles Match

Aisha stood groggy before her, trying to regain her composure only just for a moment before Kali grabbed her again and brought her into a nasty bearhug. She may have been taller, but Kali was still rather strong, pain shooting up her spine as the Indian woman crushed her. Aisha could only cry out in pain, trying desperately to escape the hold.

Yet, she could do nothing, feeling the air squished from her lungs, consciousness becoming hazy. Yet she still held true. Her mushroomed breasts against hers, feeling her bare skin. This could be it for her, but she had to remain strong.

Great Kali would put more pressure into the hold, enjoying any sound or noise her pink-haired opponent made as she was subjected to such a nasty bearhug. Still, that wasn't all what the Indian goddess had in mind.

After putting Aisha in the devastating bearhug, she would eventually loosen her hold as she stopped applying more pressure in the hold. But, that didn't mean Kali was about to free Aisha from her clutch as she would shift her position before holding her tight again, not to put her in another bearhug, but to properly hold her as she attempted to throw her up and then behind her in a belly to belly suplex!

For a moment, Aisha felt weightless, that was of course until she hit the mat, bouncing off of it having been flipped over by the belly to belly suplex. Pain shot up and down her back, feeling the terrible effects. Her head was spinning, trying to put the world back in place. Her head was like a rattle.

"Urrrggghhh!" she moaned, shakily getting up, still determined to not give up. Aisha stumbled over to the ropes, trying to keep herself from falling over.. Using said ropes, she bounces off them, try to surprise Kali with a donkey kick.

Great Kali thought that this rookie could not offer any kind of resistance, much to her disappointment. But, right after delivering the belly to belly suplex, Aisha suddenly fought back by attempting to use a donkey kick on her.

"Guh!" The Indian woman stepped back, trying to regain her breath after being struck by Aisha's retaliation attempt earlier. Still, she recovered fast, and she widened the gap between the two of them.

"Heh... took you a while to fight back, huh?" Kali spoke to her opponent for the first time, her Indian accent, while subtle, still could be heard. "Perfect..." She made a gesture to Aisha, telling her to come to her. "Come on, then," she challenged the pink-haired wrestler. She was still displaying that cocky, unnerving smirk of hers as she did so.

Aisha stood proud, still shaky however, "I'm not going down easy... you've had your turn," she responded still a little out of breathe. Her chest heaved up and down. The Pink Bomber got into her stance, taking in a deep slow breathe before going on the attack. Like a blur she moved forward.

She ducked and weaved, kicking and punching at Kali with an essence of speed. Each punch and kicked quick and precise, treated with with care to wherever she was aiming.  There was still however a seemingly limp from her side, where earlier in the match she had been kicked, trying to ignore it to some extent.

Great Kali was a little surprised by how fast her opponent was, and her movements weren't wasted either, as most if not all her strikes managed to hit their targets, and the Indian woman had no choice but endure the onslaught.

Luckily, Kali could withstand those attacks, making sure to keep herself in defensive position, letting out grunts and groans whenever Aisha managed to land a hit on her. "Guh! Augh!! Nghh!" Still, she was able to see that Aisha was a little limp from her side, and Great Kali would like to capitalize on that.

As she continued enduring all those attacks, the Indian goddess would clench her fist before throwing a punch right on Aisha's side with the intention of aggravating her limp side.

Everything was turning around her hits doing good work on Kali she believed.  It was not until she saw the fist That things would go back downhill as the hit was un counterable.  Just as her own punch connected , her eyes widened as pain shot through quickly, enough to bring her to a knee, "Arrgghhh," she bellowed, holding the pained area with one hand. She had been so close.

It was a debilitating, most likely the simple kick at the start of the match did much more damage then previously thought. It  was now an advantage that Kali had. Aisha threw a punch of said desperation, trying to not be attacked while on one knee.

Smirking mockingly at her pink-haired opponent, Great Kali would take the punch head on and barely flinch. Now on one knee, Aisha was indeed in a very precarious position, and the Indian goddess would take advantage of this as she advanced forward, gleefully smirking at her opponent. She would attempt to intimidate her opponent even further, cracking her knuckles and neck as she continued her advance towards Aisha.

Now standing before Aisha, Great Kali would then grab her by her pink hair, forcing her to get up on her feet. She would shake her violently as she forced her to get up before letting go of her hair and moving her hand from said pink hair to her neck. Then, she would attempt to lift Aisha off the mat and throw her down back to the mat with a vicious chokeslam!

Aisha could only stay watching as this Indian woman came closer and closer. She truly was a monster and she was in the the same ring as her, a predator and she was the prey. Pulled up by her hair, she groaned, trying to make her stop to no or little avail. Being shook around a like a rag doll.

"Gak," she chocked out, Kali's hands wrapped around her neck. The Pink Bomber couldn't breathe. It would not be long before she was then slammed back on to the mat, a position she was getting rather familiar with.

She lay there on the ground, groaning out in pain. If anything, Aisha was starting to think AFW was far too out of her league, but she had to continue. She wasn't going to quit, not now, even as she was lying flat on the mat.

Cackling dementedly, Great Kali would stand over Aisha, her eyes filled with mirth as she saw how easy for her to bring this rookie down to the mat. She smirked at her pink-haired opponent mockingly as she bent down to look directly into her eyes, as if trying to rub the fact how outclassed she was before the Great Kali.

"What's the matter, dolly? Got no fight left in you?" The Indian woman asked derisively at her downed opponent as she would stomp on her hurt side before she went to grab her by her pink hair again, forcing her to get up. She would yank her up roughly, as if threatening to rip her hair off her scalp. "Let's give these people a show they're waiting for," she said as she started dragging Aisha towards one of the corner.

In doing so, however, Great Kali had exposed herself to Aisha, leaving her back unguarded. At this moment, she did not consider Aisha to be a threat to her well-being due to her brutalizing the pink-haired wrestler earlier.