Great Kali vs. Aisha Love: Standard Singles Match

"Where... do you think... you're going," Aisha began to crawl after Kali,  grabbing on to a leg with one arm. Her attempt was to get on top of her and try to pin her down into possibly a submission hold, whatever she could to wear the Indian woman down. The pinkette was determined to take her down, her down with everything she could in order to win. The questions was wither her body would let her do such an act.

She'd get on top of her if she could, going for a simple armbar.

Before Great Kali could get away from her pink-haired foe, she was caught by her, and before she knew it, she ended up being subjected to an armbar. Under normal circumstances, she could forcefully free herself from the hold, but due to her weakened state, she was unable to do so.

"Grkh... l-let go..." Great Kali growled, trying to shake off her opponent with all the strength she had left. She would attempt to use any of her limbs closest to Aisha and hit her with it so that she could loosen her hold.

Aisha pulled hard upon the arm of Kali. Her legs draped over the tan woman's chest while she wrapped and pulled on the appendage. A fist beat on her leg, a grimace upon the pinkette's face as Kali thrashed upon her, trying to escape. She still held on, but the hold was already far weakened enough to escape momentarily. Aisha would abandon the hold, seeing it as futile to continue it. Instead she would move to the opposite side with a roll, trying to get up before Kali did.

When Great Kali felt that her opponent had let go of her, she would immediately try to get up, only to fall due to her being too drained. She needed to recover her strength first if she wanted to strike back, so instead of getting up, she would roll over to her stomach before attempting to crawl towards the nearest ropes. "Grkh...!" In doing so, she would expose herself to anything her pink-haired opponent would use on her.

Even so, she had no other choice for the time being but to crawl towards the ropes. Bit by bit, she would move herself closer to the edge of the ring, and the bottom rope would be soon within her arm reach. She was hoping that Aisha would not attempt to attack her while she's trying to reach the rope.

Aisha as well found difficulty standing up. The process felt tiring, yet she managed to eventually stand up on both legs, though shaky and nearly stumbling over herself. She'd make her way over to Kali, stumbling like a fool. half way there she stumbled, but kept pressing forward.

Once there, she would try to grab at the the Indian woman's right leg and pull her away from the rope, potentially for a simple ankle lock or a a more wear down attack.

When Great Kali was about to reach the bottom rope, she was suddenly stopped by her pink-haired foe who grabbed her by her right leg. And it seemed that she was about to put her in an ankle lock, which would stop her progress, and the Indian woman didn't want that!

"G-get your paws off my leg, stupid girl!" She growled as she attempted to buck her legs and give herself a final push to reach the rope, getting a rope break!

Aisha would fall back on the mat, having bee kicked down by Great Kali's thrashing. She groaned, rolling around on the mat and getting up, but she couldn't will herself this time, too tired, "Aaaahh," she hissed out, fee ling some residual pain.

Now finally reaching the ropes, Great Kali would stand up using them, resting on them for a few seconds. Seeing that her pink-haired foe was still on the mat, the Indian woman would attempt to shake off the dizziness in her head before releasing the top rope so that she could head over to where Aisha was. Her movements were sluggish, probably due to all the punishments she endured throughout the match.

Great Kali would stand over her opponent, her eyes filled with disdain. "Stay there..." She spoke to her with barely restrained anger before she attempted to kick her on her side to inflict more pain on the pinkette. For the time being, she could not do anything else but brutalize her opponent with kicks and stomps. Her recovery was slow, and she almost buckled under her weight, but she wanted to make Aisha suffer first, giving her no room for recovery.

"Auugghh.... Awwwk...." Aisha was smashed by the stomping of Great Kali, her brutality crushing into the Pink Bomber terribly. She quivered on the ground, trying hard to block each with none bearing fruit. Her hands tried to grab at the assaulting legs, feebly trying to pull her opponent down to the mat. It was awkward to say the least, but was utterly one of the few things she could in such a position. The crowd booed and cheered, but at this point, it didn't matter, she'd fight on. This was her debut and all that mattered now was to win, to end this match.

Stomping on the downed Aisha, Great Kali couldn't do much as her foot was then grabbed by the pinkette. Normally, she could just shake it off and continue stomping on her until she's satisfied, but she was already exhausted and her body still felt sore from earlier. When Aisha pulled her down, she fell down to the mat, her back hitting the canvas first. "Guh!!" She was already too weak to even crawl away, and she arched her back after hitting the mat.

There she was, groaning in pain as she attempted to nurse her hurt back. She tried to get up, but she didn't have enough strength left to do it.