Great Kali vs. Aisha Love: Standard Singles Match

The Pink Bomber struggled to escape the headlock, unable to as Kali put her into soon a suplex position, again upside down. The rush of blood made her woozy before the eventual fall, head going hard onto the mat. She rolled around for a few moments, head and neck in terrible pain. Things were dizzy.

She got to the ropes, holding on for dear life as she tried to stand back up. Aisha's legs trembled but held firm, even though at the slightest it could make her fall back to the the mat.

"I... I'm not done.... yet," she panted out.

Great Kali smirked, amused by her opponent's tenacity. "Oh? Aren't you a tough girl, dolly?" The Indian woman said arrogantly, putting her hands on her hips as she watched Aisha struggling to get up with the help of the ropes. "Well, I'm gonna beat the fight out of you and tear you apart!" She exclaimed before she rushed over towards Aisha, one arm held out to her side, attempting to throw her out of the ring with a vicious lariat. She was confident that the pinkette wouldn't be able to fight back that she did not consider the possibility of missing her mark!

Watching as the Indian woman ran towards her for a lariat, she realized that this could be her chance. waiting for her to come close, Aisha would try to use Kali's own momentum to lift her over the top rope and down the to the surrounding floor around the ring. It was worth a try and would give Aisha much needed time in order to breathe and rest, to get her strength up from the vicious beating she had been dealt with so far in the match.

It turned out that Great Kali overestimated her own momentum and underestimated her opponent, as Aisha used her momentum to fling her out of the ring. The Indian woman landed on the metal floor rather roughly as she landed on on the base of her neck and back. "Guurgh!!"

Now outside the ring, Great Kali laid on the floor, groaning and writhing in pain after her painful landing earlier. And due to her being outside the ring, the referee would start counting for countout, and if she could not reenter the ring before ten, Aisha would win via disqualification.

"ONE!!!"

"TWO!!!"

The pinkette wrestler stood pacing in the ring, holding a rope from time to time. She relaxed herself, letting her take some much needed rest time before going back in. She raised a hand up in the air, rallying the crowd to her. Her body was slick with sweat and her outfit was ripped in a place or two. It was here she watched the Great Kali struggle to get up outside the ring.

Standing on the far end of her she got in to a ready stance, using the rope to rock back and forth. Once Kali stood up, she'd run, jumping over the ropes, damning it all and going for a hurricarana.

Great Kali was struggling to get up on her feet, and despite the pain she endured, she finally managed to get on her knees. Her head was throbbing due to her landing earlier. Letting out a growl, she would look at her pink-haired opponent who flung her out of the ring earlier. Anger seemed evident in the Indian woman's eyes, as if promising a painful retaliation upon the pinkette.

But, it was not to be as she finally managed to get on her feet. The referee had already count up to six when she finally stood, but before she could slip back into the ring, Aisha jumped over the ropes before catching her head between her thighs, and then slamming her down to the metal floor with a freaking hurricanrana!

"Grkkhh!!"

Being slammed hard into the mat in the ring was one thing. Being slammed hard into the cold surface of the metal floor was another thing. Feeling sore all over her body, Great Kali arched her body up in pain. She writhed on the floor, having trouble to get up and return into the ring. Because Aisha had jumped out of the ring, the referee would count back to one.

The Indian woman struggled to get up. If she remained outside until the count of ten, she would be disqualified, and it would be her loss against the pinkette, in case if she managed to return into the ring before that.

At the count of six came her opportunity. She ran forward, moving forward with with speed harnessed throughout the year before jumping over the top rope and wrapping her thighs around the tanned woman's head, taking her to the hard metal floor with her move. The count began anew with now both outside the ring, Aisha draped over the guard rails breathing heavily. A few fans cheered her on around her, giving shouts of excitement.

The count continued as the two tried to get up. Aisha didn't want this to end yet, not in a DQ. Grabbing Kali by the hair, at this point not really caring, and threw her back into the ring sloppily, following her back in and crawling over to a corner trying to climb it up. Slow and near slumberous, she would try to set herself up on the top rope again. She'd set up her move, the Pain Train, landing feet first down on the opponent while down.

She'd take one more look to the crowd before sailing down through the air.

As the ref continued counting, Great Kali was still struggling to get up. As she struggled, she suddenly felt her hair was grabbed by someone, causing her to cry out in pain before she was thrown back into the ring. "Urgh!!" She flopped on the mat, her breasts hitting the mat first and were flattened by her own weight, the Indian woman felt drained. She tried to get up, punching the mat in frustration as she did so. Due to her being preoccupied with her effort to get back on her feat, she did not see what Aisha was about to do to her.

And she paid dearly for that as the pinkette landed on her feet first. Kali's eyes widened as those feet were driven into her body. The pain was almost unbearable, especially that Aisha made use of her full weight upon landing. And with that attack, she felt like the last bit of her strength had abandoned her.

Laying on the mat, Great Kali writhed in pain as she rolled over to her side, curling up as she attempted to soothe the pain she's currently experiencing. She was totally vulnerable at the moment. She could not believe that their positions were now reversed, with her now on the mat instead of Aisha.

She hit Aisha hard with a smack, as both feet landed on her. The pain at the moment of her landing would be great but the reward more so as now her opponent was vulnerable. Yet strength was pretty much gone. Fallen on the floor, she looked towards the Great Kali, slowly crawling over to her, dragging herself just short of her opponent.

She draped an arm over Kali, just one, all she could muster. Just an arm, draped over the Indian woman's chest. Her breathing was hard, sweat pooling down her body. She prayed that this would work.

"Huuuuu," she breathed out slow and hoarsely.

Great Kali would remain unresponsive to everything around her until she felt Aisha's arm being draped over her chest, which seemed to be an attempt from the pinkette to get a pinfall. The mere thought of losing snapped the Indian woman out of her pained stupor, and she could hear the ref slapping the mat, starting to count as Aisha pinned her down.

"ONE!!!"

Before the ref could count up to two, Great Kali would kick out and lift her shoulders off the mat, and the ref stopped counting. But, breaking out of the pinning attempt had drained her quite a lot, and Great Kali could only shove Aisha aside as she continued groaning in pain, rolling over to her side as she attempted to crawl away from the pinkette.