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

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO


God, finally. Back in action.

Ryoko - no, wait, the Black Fang, had to get into character - hung around the gorilla position as she waited for her match to start, getting in a few light stretching, testing out her mask, making sure everything was in working order, then making sure everything was in working order again, just to be super safe. It was simply her way with things. Even when she wasn’t in the ring, an important wrestling match could get her blood boiling with ease, and she was definitely in the ring for this.

"Deep breaths, deep breathes..."

She bounced from toe to toe, running the situation through her mind, putting it all into perspective. She come into the AFW a while ago, and since then, her progress had been...bumpy, to put in the nicest, most PG way possible. While she’d picked up a couple of wins at the house shows, she’d yet to do so in a televised bout. Sure, she had a strong showing both times, but that wasn’t what people would remember in ten or twenty years.

The Black Fang was a hero, and heroes won.  No question about it. If she wanted to live up to the legacy of her mentor, she had to start turning things around, and she swore that trend would start with this match. She'd spent time with one of the best in the business, and she wasn't putting that knowledge to waste.

"I got this, I got this..."

Her music began, and it might as well have been the starting whistle for a race. The Black Fang came bounding out from the back, nearly coming out before the song could even properly get underway, and came down to the ring in a mad dash. Her wild hair flew behind her as she slid under the ropes, and the momentum took her all the way to the center.

The Black Fang popped up to one knee stayed crouched, looking like a tiger ready to pounce. Eyes narrowed. Breath quick. The hint of  a smirk forming across her lips. The crowd barely knew her, but they gave her some respectable applause, no doubt feeling the energy she brought with her - she’d come to put on a show tonight, win or lose, and they couldn’t hate that.

With a nod, she slowly rose to her feet and turned to the entrance as her music faded, waiting for her opponent to arrive with a stoic gaze. Iron clad, save for the slight murmuring that she hoped no one could notice.

"Let's go, let's go..."

It did not take long for the Black Fang's opponent, Great Kali, to make her appearance as the sounds of war drums blared from the PA before a white-haired, olive-skinned wrestler whose attire left nothing to the imagination stepped out of the entrance. Unlike the Black Fang's dynamic entry earlier, she took her sweet time as she headed over to the ring, strutting down the ramp while swaying her hips as she walked, drawing the audience's attention on her backside. She did not seem to care of the overexposure of her skin, even basking in the attention of the crowd as she put her focus on her opponent who was waiting for her in the ring.

There were some among the crowd who were looking at her with caution, while some regarded her with curiosity. This particular wrestler was relatively unknown compared to other wrestlers, with this match being her first televised appearance. There were even some of the audience who were unnerved by Great Kali's entire demeanor as she put her entire focus on the Black Fang as she looked at her unblinkingly, a sneer etched on her face as she walked down the ramp.

The sounds of the war drums faded when the Indian wrestler arrived at the ring. Still smirking condescendingly at her opponent, Great Kali then slid under the ropes, entering the ring. There was a distance between herself and Black Fang as she studied her, looking at her from head to toe before she licked her own lips in sensual manner, finding the prospect of crushing her to be wonderfully alluring.

Great Kali let out a chuckle before she spoke, "I hope you're prepared for what's to come," she spoke with a slight accent that was very subtle it's almost unnoticeable. "I'm gonna have fun breaking you and making you my bitch..." The match hadn't even begun yet, and Great Kali had started imagining what she would do to her opponent after this, licking her purple lipsticked lips hungrily. She's going to have fun with her new prey, she was most certain of it.

While the Black Fang’s opponent was a fresh face in the AFW making her first appearance, with a name like ‘Great Kali’, she had certain expectations for the woman who would come out of the curtain. She’d built the picture in her head of someone with a grand entrance, lots of fanfare, a proud demeanor. You didn’t put the word ‘Great’ in front of your name if you were especially humble, after all.

And, for the most part, the Black Fang was spot-on with her estimation. The only real thing she hadn’t seen coming was the clothing. Or lack thereof.

While skimpy outfits were a staple of the AFW, her opponent was particularly lacking in the clothing department and clearly proud of it, showing no shame as she swayed her way down to the ring. At first blush, the Black Fang would’ve been tempted to think she’d somehow found herself pitted against a hentai wrestler...but then she noticed the muscles, strong and sinewy, along with the hungry look in her opponent’s eyes, and the wicked smile, like a predator who’d just cornered her meal for the night. A deadly combination, not one to be taken lightly.

The Black Fang began to move around the ring, keeping her distance as she circled Great Kali and heard her spoke. It was exactly a friendly greeting, but if a little trashtalk was enough to get her rattled, she wouldn’t have became a wrestler in the first place. ”Ha. Strong words.”

The bell rang, and the Black Fang stopped on the spot and lowered into her stance, raising her arms as she inched forward, daring Great Kali to take her in a lockup. ”Let’s see if you have the muscle to back them up.”

Hearing the Black Fang's response, Great Kali couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, you really have no idea..." Great Kali said, her crazed grin seemed to be perpetually plastered on her face. She really liked this girl already. She couldn't wait to break her and force her to beg for mercy, and of course, she wouldn't be granting her any.

Like the Black Fang, Great Kali also moved around the ring, keeping her distance as she continued looking at her opponent. She licked her lips, getting herself impatient because she really wanted to bash this bitch's face in and teach her a lesson that she would never forget. And she would ensure it that she would never forget it anytime soon. She would humiliate her in front of the audience, and she definitely had more than one idea on how to do it. But first, she needed to break down that confidence of hers, and continue from there.

The bell rang, and the Black Fang readied herself, seemingly provoking Great Kali to take her in a lockup. Of course, two could play in this game. And so, moments after the match began, she rushed over to the Black Fang and engaged her in a lockup.

The moment she started locking up, she would put her plan in motion. At first, she would make an impression of having a genuine contest of strength against her opponent, but she never planned to fight fairly in this match. With a grin still etched on her face, Great Kali attempted to deliver a headbutt right onto her opponent's face. If she managed to stun her with the headbutt, she would break free from the lockup and proceed to throw a punch in her irritatingly pretty face. She also tried to land more punches, particularly targeting her head.

”Keep your head up when you're closing in. Don't worry about the audience, the referee will stay out your way. Eyes forward, keep them locked on your opponent.”

Her mentor’s words echoed through the Black Fang’s head as she circled the so-called ‘Great Kali’. It was silly to think of now, but she'd had such a problem with this sort of thing when she first started out, unable to keep the pacing right, mind the ring, or focus on her opponent. It was just one of the many lessons she was willing to draw on against her enemies, putting her experience to good use.

She moved in as Great Kali did the same and clashed with her in the middle of the ring. Always eager to put her technical skills to good use, the Black Fang dug in hard with her heels and prepared for any of a dozen counters, a myriad of ways she could have turned the lockup to her advantage. Unfortunately, they all required she not take a headbutt to the face before she even get close.

That was precisely what happened, though, and the shock and surprise of it took her off guard more than the pain of it. She staggered back, trying to regain her senses, when a follow up punch crashed across her cheeks. And another. And another.

That was all she took before she managed to get her arms up for defense, but being in turtle mode wasn't the place she wanted to be. The next thing she knew, her back was against the ropes, and it didn't seem like Great Kali was in a mood to let up.

Great Kali let out a demented laugh as she continuously pummeled the Black Fang with her fist even though her opponent had already gotten her arms up to protect her face from the punches. When it was clear that the Black Fang would continue to keep up her defense against Great Kali's continuous assault, the Indian wrestler decided to switch her tactic, grabbing her opponent's shoulders to keep her in place against the ropes before she drove her knee in her gut.

Her grabbing the Black Fang's shoulders was to ensure that she would not get away from her. If the Black Fang stayed in place and did not retaliate, Great Kali would then proceed to follow up with an Irish Whip, pushing her towards the opposite side of the ring, intending to make her rebound from the opposite ropes. Then, she would follow up with a clothesline in an attempt to bring her down to the canvas.

The referee was yelling at Great Kali, in that loud but ineffective way that referee’s often liked to yell, but the warnings didn’t seem to do the Black Fang any good. She was on the ropes now, reeling from the assault, and that was supposed to mean her opponent had to back off for a second. Rope breaks. Basic wrestling.

Either Great Kali didn’t know that or didn’t much care. How did the Black Fang figure that out? The knee embedded in her stomach was a good indicator.

Even though Great Kali was around her size, she hit much harder than the Black Fang could, driving that knee deep with a force you typically saw in octagons, not wrestling squares. It drove the wind clean out of her, but she had little time to ache, as she was sent running over to the ropes.

She bounced off and came dashing back Great Kali, but instead of falling right into whatever trap the wild woman had planned, she opted for something unexpected.

As she closed in, the Black Fang suddenly ducked down and went into a somersault, letting her legs fly up and over in a wide arc, targeting Great Kali’s head with one of her mentor’s signature moves - the Rolling Koppu Kick.

It didn't work out as she intended. Not only that her attempted clothesline did not connect, the Black Fang also did something unexpected. Rather than getting herself sprawled on the canvas from Great Kali's clothesline, the Black Fang suddenly ducked down before executing her own attack.

"Guh!" Great Kali grunted as the Black Fang's Rolling Koppu Kick hit the side of her head before being brought down to the canvas as the Black Fang rolled.

Great Kali, who did not anticipate the move and was caught off-guard by this sudden turn of event, couldn't get away and got herself brought down by the attack. Disoriented, Great Kali tried to pick herself up, trying to shake off the pain and disorientation from having the Black Fang's foot bringing her head down to the canvas earlier, leaving her vulnerable and exposed to anything her opponent would unleash on her.

”Good, good! Keep it moving!”

The Black Fang couldn’t see from her position, but she felt the impact from her feet, felt her heels colliding with Great Kali’s skull. A nice, satisfying sort of impact, and sure enough, when she managed to get up and survey the damage, her opponent was reeling.

She rolled to her feet and slid around behind the Great Kali as she rose, sneakily staying in her blind while her opponent was recovering. When she made her way to her knees, the Black Fang struck, coming in from behind to grab both of her arms and yank them back. She planted her boot in the middle of the Great Kali’s spine, then pushed forward while she pulled hard on the wrists, getting her in a tight surfboard hold. It wasn’t likely to get a submission hold, certainly not this early in the match, but it was a good way to wear down the striker’s upper body, planting a seed that could bear fruit later on.

Before Great Kali could even get up and recover from the hit earlier, she felt her arms were seized from behind, before the sole of the Black Fang's boot was pressed on her back, right in the middle of her spine. Then, her opponent pulled, causing the Indian wrestler to scream in both pain and frustration.

"AAAaaahgh!! Kkkghhh!!! Uughh!!!" Great Kali's face contorted with pain, her head moving frantically. She was still on her knees rather than on her stomach when her opponent who was putting her in the hold that put quite a strain on both her back and her arms. In this position, she was unable to kick her opponent who was behind her. "L-let go, y-you biitchh!!!" The Indian wrestler snarled, trying to wiggle her wrists out of the Black Fang's grip along the way.