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

Yeah, that didn’t work out as swimmingly as the Black Fang would’ve liked.

She managed to slow down Great Kali’s assault, so there was that, but it was a temporary reprieve at best. She was only able to enjoy a moment of relief before that knee came down and crashed into her sides.

The Black Fang cried out in agony as she nursed her battered body, while the referee circled about them, looking out for any serious injuries. If this fight went on like this too much longer, she’d find them.

She had to get up, there was no way around it. Rolling to the ropes, the Black Fang grabbed the middle one and started to try and yank her way up. The chance of doing that unmolested was slim, but she had to try.

Just like before, Kali would continue stomping on the Black Fang's body even though she reached the ropes, ignoring the fact that she got a rope break, and also like before, the ref girl would come to stop her from doing that, reprimanding her. This time, the Indian woman did not ignore her as she begrudgingly stopped her stomping.

So, instead of continuing her assault, Great Kali would step away so that the Black Fang could get up on her feet, just so that the ref could shut up. If there was one thing she hated more than a foe who refused to stay down, it would be people who couldn't shut up even for a moment. She would distance herself from the masked heroine, planning her next move as she waited for the Black Fang to finally get up on her feet.

As Great Kali backed off, the referee moved in to check on the Black Fang, seeing how she was doing and asking the important question: ”Black Fang, can you continue?”

”The. The Black Fang.” She was quick to correct, as she finally made her way up to her feet. Her wobbly aching feet. ”And I’m fine.”

She most certainly was not fine. Great Kali’s stompfest was still felt all over her body, and that little pain in her side with every breath she took was not a good sign. Most likely, she’d broken a rib, and that ache was only going to get worse as time went on.

But she wasn’t done here. She had to go on. She was a hero, after all, and heroes didn’t quit. Ever.

She moved into her wrestling stance and started to move about the ring, more ginger with her steps than she had been before. More careful, now that she’d gained Great Kali’s measure. She was powerful, but undisciplined. The Black Fang had been trained well, given all the tools she’d need to take down any foe...she just had to use them.

Great Kali would continue observing the Black Fang as she got up on her feet. This girl was tenacious, she could give her that. Still, she noticed the heroine's cautious steps as she took her wrestling stance again, and from there, she knew that the Black Fang wasn't in a very good shape, especially after all the beatings the heroine took earlier.

Hopping on the balls of her feet, she would then circle her opponent, looking for an opening that she could take advantage of. It's true that Great Kali wasn't much of a technical wrestler like the Black Fang, as she often relied on her own brute force in order to take her opponent down, but it's not like she's not knowledgeable in terms of wrestling moves. Still, she would like to reserve that for much later.

After circling the Black Fang for a while, Great Kali would then lunge towards her, as if trying to tackle her down to the mat. It was actually just her attempt to feint as she would duck under her opponent's arms so that she could grab one of them before whipping her to the ropes. She would then attempt to plant her boot into the heroine's stomach after bouncing from the ropes.

The Black Fang’s body was aching, but her mind was still in working order, and she zeroed in on Great Kali’s every move with hardened focus. Every little bounce, every little movement. She knew her foe would be coming for her hard, likely looking to put her away. The only question was how she’d respond to it.

She didn’t have to guess for too long, as it turned out. Great Kali came charging towards her hard, giving her next to no time to react before she ducked under the Black Fang’s grasping arms. The next thing the heroine knew, she was yanked back and sent flying towards the ropes.

She hit them hard and stumbled forward, only making it a couple of steps before Great Kali’s foot hit her stomach and sent her right back from whence she’d come. The corner was about the last place she wanted to be with such a skilled striker, and the Black Fang immediately raised her guard, expecting an oncoming storm.

Seeing that her opponent had been thrown to the corner yet again, Great Kali smirked before she run towards the Black Fang, as if readying herself to slam the heroine's body with her own with a splash.

When she finally got close to the cornered Black Fang, the Indian woman would then leap towards her. But, instead of attacking the Black Fang with a splash, Great Kali would instead aim her own loincloth-covered groin towards the Black Fang's face, attempting to subject her with a rather humiliating bronco buster!

The Indian woman would hold the ropes as she attempt to hump her opponent's face with her crotch. As a move, it wouldn't be particularly painful, but it would certainly be humiliating.

There was a moment, yes, where the Black Fang thought she was going to get hit with a splash. That wouldn’t have been fun, no, but she could’ve taken it well enough. It was a good move. A clean move. Nothing wrong with it.

But no, that wasn’t Great Kali’s style. What she got in reality was something wholly different, and quite frankly, she would’ve preferred the splash.

”What-” She got that single word out before her face was roughly introduced to do Great Kali’s crotch...over...and over...and over again. The bronco buster was far from the most painful move in the world, but it was genuinely humiliating, a vulgar display that had no business in real competition, and something the Black Fang had absolutely no patience for.

Summoning her strength, she great Great Kali’s legs as they bounced about and stood up, lifting the brawler into the air on her shoulders. She held her up there for a moment, straining, before taking a step forward and falling straight to her knees, attempting to the slam her foe into the mat with a shocking powerbomb.

Great Kali was having a blast slamming her crotch on the Black Fang's face over and over again with the bronco buster that she could not stop the heroine from grabbing her by her legs before lifting her up in the air on her shoulders. "Wha-" the Indian woman then was dropped into the mat with a powerbomb, with her back roughly hitting the canvas. "Gouugh!"

The Indian woman arched her body up after being slammed into the mat, groaning, feeling sore all over her back. Still, she knew that she would be in trouble if she remained there, so she, with some effort, rolled over to her side and then to her stomach before attempting to crawl away from her opponent. Still, the pain she suffered would likely hinder her progress in getting away.

The crowd cheered at the Black Fang’s counter, and she would’ve loved little more than to revel in it, throw some more of that energy back, jump up and down and dance and celebrate. There was one little problem, though: she was tired. Dead tired.

The counter, good as it was, was one of the final bursts in her dwindling tank of stamina. It was a good thing that Great Kali didn’t seem like she was getting up anytime soon, because she would’ve been hard pressed to follow her up if she did. No, she’d be ending this match on the floor, and as her opponent started to crawl away, she saw a golden opportunity for it.

The Black Fang crawled after Great Kali on her knees, reached out, and tried to wrap her arms around the nearest foot she could get. With a tight grip, she’d lift it up, give it a twist, and put her opponent in one of the simplest, most effective submissions in wrestling: the Ankle Lock.

Great Kali's eyes widened as she felt that one of her legs was lifted up before she was put in an ankle lock. "G-get off!!" She yelled, trying to buck her feet so that she could force the Black Fang to loosen her hold. But, she knew that her foe would not just let her go just like that. So, gritting her teeth, she would focus on reaching the rope so that she could get a rope break.

Changing her direction would not be easy, however, considering that she was originally going to the center of the ring in order to get away as far as possible from her opponent. But, they were currently near the corner of the ring, so the ropes were already close to them. She would attempt to shift her direction by using her arms, while enduring the submission hold. Her brow furrowed into a scowl as she tried to fight back the pain from being put in the ankle lock!

She would hold out her arm in her attempt to grab the rope. While she wasn't one to always follow the rules, she knew that most of the time, the only way to escape a submission hold was to get a rope break!