Great Kali vs. Aisha Love: Standard Singles Match

Aisha continued the hold, noticing Kali squirming around. She tried to keep her down but it was to little too late as, "Stop... moving Arrrgghh," she snapped at her before feeling the Indian woman's leg wrap around her and putting her down to the mat. She now wasn't able to get up, Kali's leg and weight, holding her down, unable to escape. This was bad, real, real bad, panicking under the leg.

She knew what was going to happen, "Please, please don't," she begged.

Hearing her opponent fearfully begging to her now that she was under her mercy, Great Kali would give her a mocking smirk as she shifted her position so that she would be sitting on the mat while having Aisha trapped between her muscular thighs. Then, she would have the pinkette's head, or more precisely, her neck, that was currently between her thighs to be squeezed in a headscissor.

To add insult to injury, the Indian woman would then look into Aisha's eyes, smirking all the while. The way she looked into her pink-haired opponent was so condescending, so insulting, as if telling her that she really stood no chance against the Indian goddess in this match. As she continued giving the denigrating treatment to Aisha, she would continue applying more pressure in the headscissor.

Now looked into the hold, the Pink Bomber desperately tried to escape, to no avail, "Gawk," she chocked out, oxygen becoming much harder. Her feet kicked out in the air, arm trying to smack her, but little could be done to get her out of such a predicament. She could only look up into the face of Kali, obscured by her breasts. She tried stammering out words, "Gahh."

That face, terrifying. Mocking her that she was useless. That there was no hope, that she'd have to with either submit or fall unconscious. It scared her her. She wasn't gonna give up however, this was her literal debut. Summoning some strength she could muster, she took her hands and began to push off, yet it wasn't enough, only finding just enough to breathe against the ever increasing pressure.

Great Kali enjoyed torturing the pinkette with her headscissor, making sure to keep applying the pressure. But, she would not end this match by knocking her out or having her submit. At least not yet.

She wanted to inflict more pain on her. She wanted Aisha to suffer more!

After some time, Great Kali would eventually release Aisha from the hold, but only after choking her to near unconsciousness. She would make sure to keep Aisha awake so that she could hear her more of her pained screams.

But first, after releasing the pinkette, the Indian woman would rub her thong-covered buttcheeks on Aisha's face with a Stinkface in an attempt to humiliate her even further. Then, she would grab her by her pink hair so that she could drag her towards a corner.

Air came back to Aisha again, her chest rising up and down as it rushed back in. Yet such was o lead to more torment as she found her face buried under the Great Kali's near completely bare rear end, getting in full the humiliating move, struggling to try and push off her opponent. It was embarrassing and this Kali woman knew it, playing the mind game so well and getting into her head.

It would send as well as the Indian woman grew tired of that, grabbing Aisha's hair in what would probably cause some irritation the next morning sort of pain. there wasn't much resistance to her being taken over to the corner.

Most of the crowd were booing Great Kali for everything she did to her pink-haired opponent, but she did not care as she continued dragging Aisha to the corner, holding her by her pink locks. There, she would roughly drop Aisha's head to the mat before lifting her off the mat, holding her upside down to drape both the pinkette's legs on the top ropes connected to the turnbuckle. She would have both Aisha's legs spread as she was put in the Tree of Woe, humiliating her even further.

Basking in all the boos and occasional cheers from the crowd, Great Kali would take her time looking at what she did to her opponent, admiring her handiwork before she took a few steps back, as if preparing to launch herself towards Aisha.

After that, the Indian woman would lunge towards Aisha, leaping so that she could deliver a dropkick on the pinkette's stomach while she was still upside down at the corner.

Aisha world was now turned upside down, hanging from the ring corner. Put in the Tree of Woe, her hair went to the ground her breasts falling downward. She could hear the crowd, unhappy with the current state of affairs happening in the ring. She had to think of some sort of escape, a way to get some air, even if it was unsportsmanly/womanly (whatever the term) of herself to do so, but she needed the opportunity.

"Uuuugggghhh!!!" she cried out, pain echoing out as her stomach was bashed by the wicked dropkick. Her groans echoed out through the ring. To make matters worse she was still hanging there, one leg having been knocked off and her head know pressed down to the mat.

After delivering the devastating dropkick on Aisha's stomach, Great Kali got up before she went to pull her down from the turnbuckle, but not before viciously kicking her right on her boobs with her knee. Any sound that the pinkette made would make Kali laugh.

After that, the Indian woman would throw Aisha down to the mat, giving her a few stomps before finally dropping herself on her, attempting to gain a pinfall by pinning her down on the mat.

"Acckkk!!!" she held onto her wounded breast. The pain pulsating in her chest. She was then thrown do to the ring, smacking down hard on the surface. Pinned down, she tried to bring herself out of the pained stupor.

"1..." the referee went.

"2..." she continued.

Summoning what she could again, she kicks out, not willing to go down yet. Her whole body was in pain and yet it seemed like she had done barely much of anything to Kali. She was beginning to think it was unwinnable, but she couldn't give up. She began hatching a few ideas, regaining her breathe back for a moment.

Clicking her tongue in annoyance after Aisha kicked out during her pinning attempt, Great Kali would get up on her feet before bending down to pick up her pink-haired opponent by her pink hair, yanking her up roughly.

"You're being a pest, you know what?" Great Kali expressed her displeasure about the whole situation before applying a front headlock on Aisha, making sure to have the pinkette's arm draped over her shoulder as she did so.

Then, the Indian goddess would attempt to lift her up, having her held upside down. Instead of dropping her immediately with a vertical suplex, she would use her great strength to keep her there for a few seconds, making sure to have her blood pool in her head before finally dropping her with a delayed vertical suplex, or a hanging suplex!