Great Kali vs. Erin Quinn: No Holds Barred Match

"Urgh..." Great Kali groaned, attempting to get up from the mat. She didn't expect such a cute little pudding like Erin was capable of doing that, but that made this match more interesting for her. Still, as she was about to sit up, she saw Erin running up to her before jumping up, delivering a leg drop directed at her chest, pushing her back into the mat.

"Gaughhh!!"

The Indian goddess sputtered, feeling the wind driven out of her by the leg drop. Her eyes widened in disbelief. She didn't expect her opponent was this tough. It seemed that she needed to stop underestimate her. When Erin scrambled to her feet, Kali remained there, gasping as she tried to process what was happening to her.

Erin crashed down onto Kali with about as much force as you'd expect from someone her size. Apparently the move had quite the impact as Erin noticed her opponent looked stunned that she was able to dish out a beat down. Once again Erin rose to her feet but this time she would  grab her opponent by the arm and try to drag Kali up with her. After slamming the woman twice though this wasn't a particularly difficult task though.

"Ready to call it quits yet? Or do you need more convincin?" Erin asked as she brought her opponent to her feet. She wouldn't wait too long for an answer though and would soon toss her opponent towards the ropes and follow after her. Erin planned to jump up and again hit the other wrestler hard but this time with a drop kick to the gut.

"Urgh..." Great Kali groaned on the mat, her chest hurting thanks to Erin's leg drop. She shot the girl a scathing glare after hearing her remark. She needed to recover so that she could try starting her counterattacks, but she was unable to accomplish that, Erin yanked her up to her feet and was whipped towards thr ropes.

Rebounding from the ropes, she returned back to Erin. Still having difficulty to focus, the Indian woman was unable to stop Erin's continuous onslaught, and she was hit in the gut with a dropkick! "Guhh!!" She was sent down onto the mat yet again, and she clutched her hurt stomach, groaning and writhing in pain.

As Great Kali bounced off of the ropes, Erin jumped up and drove her feet directly into her stomach. While the redhead fell to the canvas with a thud, it was apparent that her opponent had taken a harder hit. After such early success in the match Erin was starting to feel like she had everything just about wrapped up. She would roll onto her stomach and then push up onto her knees. The redhead would then quickly look to Kali and try to evaluate how her opponent was holding up.

"Hmmm, maybe I'll try to end this quick." Erin said, more to herself than anyone else. She would shuffle over to her foe and grab the woman's legs before trying to lift them up and fold them over Kali to roll her up. Almost immediately the referee would come over and start the count.

"ONE!"

Still groaning on the mat, Great Kali could tell that Erin came down for a cover and rolled her up, going for a pinfall attempt. Immediately regaining her clarity, the moment the referee slapped her palm onto the mat, counting up to one, the Indian woman would quickly lift her shoulder off the mat, kicking out her legs in order to break out of the pinfall attempt. She would buck herself away from Erin, scrambling herself free from her and immediately got on all four.

"Hah... *pant* i-if you think it's that easy, you've got another thing coming, pudding!" Great Kali panted as she would push herself up in order to get back on her feet. She would be facing Erin so that she could prepare herself in case if her opponent was trying to press on and continue with her attacks!

Winning would not be as easy for Erin as she first thought. Her opponent was quick to kick out of the pin, having more energy left than the redhead anticipated. Erin was pushed off of Great Kali and would get up to her feet as quickly as she could. "Well good! I was hoping I'd get to kick your ass some more." Erin teased, sticking her tongue out at her foe. Truthfully she was a bit annoyed her pin didn't work but that was offset by her excitement for putting on more of a show for the crowd.

As the two got up Erin would want to continue her offence. She preferred attacking to letting her foe make a move. Hoping that Great Kali was still a bit out of it, she would charge the other wrestler and bring out her arm in an attempt to hit her with a clothesline.

Now standing on her feet, Great Kali would attempt to recollect herself. She saw Erin rushing at her, extending out her arm to deliver a clothesline. While she might not have fully recovered from earlier, she knew what had to be done, so when Erin got closer, she would duck, letting her arm going past over her head, and from Erin's momentum, she would capitalize on this chance.

Letting Erin go past her, Great Kali would then pivot, turning around before attempting to deliver a kick on her lower back in order to plant the sole of her boot right into her back. Whether she was sent straight to the ropes or tumbling down onto the mat, she would be fine with either of those outcomes. She had been treated like a ragdoll by the girl, and now it's her turn to pay her back and have her ways with her!

Erin sailed right past her opponent who had ducked under her. Perhaps such an easily avoidable move was not the smartest tactic for the redhead. Nevertheless she had made her move and would now deal with the consequences. The Irish brawler felt a slight pain in her back as the bottom of Kali's boot made contact. It didn't particularly hurt her but it was more than enough to cause her to lose her balance.

"Waaah!" Erin yelped as she barreled towards the ropes. She'd eventually fall into them and have to catch herself. It was quite a display of clumsiness on her part which some of the crowd would chuckle at. The redhead leaned against the ropes as she regained her balance. "Well that wasn't fun." She mumbled, slowly turning to face her foe.

"Well, for you, pudding!" Great Kali said, barreling over to Erin, extending out an arm before she swung that arm right onto her upper body, attempting to send her over the rope and out of the ring with a lariat. Due to this being a no-disqualification match, the ref would not start counting out anyone who got themselves thrown out of the ring.

She would make sure to make the attack as hurt as possible, and if successful, she hoped that the landing to the floor out of the ring would be more painful.

Erin didn't have time to respond to her opponent before she was slammed into. "Aaagh! Gughh!" The woman groaned as the impact sent her over the ropes and out of the ring. Erin would crash down onto the floor, the fall taking almost as much of a toll as the lariat did. The redhead crumbled into a heap and would let out another pained groan as she rolled onto her back. This was not how Erin hoped the match would be going, especially after such a good start.

Slowly the redhead would move to roll back onto her stomach so she could try to push herself onto her hands and knees. This was nothing she couldn't walk off, or so she told herself.