Inner Mindfulness- Dawn Wilder vs Aarna Mehta

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Standard match. Win by pinfall and submission.

Having fully established her intimate partnership with Aella Midori, the eccentric young woman was eager to step into the squared circle once more except as a dominant force of nature. To signify a new show was about to begin, the arena would be shrouded by darkness temporarily only for a spotlight to flicker on top of the ramp. There laid the blonde sitting crosslegged and eyes completely shut. Even with her presence resulted in a reaction, Dawn's concentration was unaffected.

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While her wardrobe remained altered, there was apparently major evolution within. Suddenly the lone spotlight disappeared leaving the Canadian wrestler temporarily invisible to the eye. Luckily this change would last not even half a minute but once lights returned, the watchers would be befuddled. Sitting in the very centre of the ring was Dawn Wilder, despite nobody could claim hearing a footstep or the ropes moving within that time period. Eventually those pupils would become visible along with a confident smile on the lightweight's face, in which she brought herself to a stand before strolling towards her corner. While stimulated, the fans were still caught in some mystery about the first wrestler. Who knows what will her fellow combatant and their showdown would be like?

[Dubski]

Aarna Mehta was preparing for her next match, walking backstage and fretting over her entrance, talking to herself as she mapped it out beat-by-beat. Meticulous. Prepared. Ready. To the point where she hadn't realized her entrance music had been playing for a few seconds now, until someone grabbed her to tell her.

"WHAT!? Again!? You have GOT to be kidding me! Somebody should have gotten my attention be--Aaaaah!" exclaimed the Indian girl, racing up the steps to go out on the stage, where Woman of Intention by Deap Valley was already playing. She decided to forego most poses she was going to do to the song in order to jog down to the ring to catch up to the rest of it.

But then by the time she had gotten to the ring steps, she realized the entire thing was off again and simply heaved a big sigh, pressing a hand to her forehead. "You know what, Aarna? Just screw it," said Mehta before smiling and walking up the stage and unfurling her wrap over her head and hopping to the middle rope, letting it flow behind her as she outstretched her arms with it on.

Then, rolling her arm, Mehta began to wrap it up before handing it over to someone ringside to take care of as she watched her opponent, jogging in place to keep limber before walking to the middle of the ring, stretching out her hand with a smile. "Good luck! Let's have an awesome match!" said the Transcendent in a chipper tone.

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The oddities didn't end as there was a slightly delayed entrance. While observing the other wrestler's seemingly standard entrance, her ears easily picked up the frustration within Aarna's voice and body language. A regular occurrence usually, but something unique to Dawn's on and off ability picked up some particularly negative energy.

"I too wish the tealeaves are in your favour" Returning with a smile of her own and accepted the handshake. "Don't fret. Even during our best days, we may lose track of time." Dawn still spoke in a calm, welcoming tone as she expressed her thoughts about Aarna's slightly improvised performance. Afterwards the blonde crouched down with arms in front, completely immersed in the duel that was about to happen.

DING DING DING!

For now, she decided to circle around the opposition while possibly making small talk along the way.

[Dubski]

Aarna Mehta gave Dawn a firm handshake before stepping back, keeping limber as she continued to jog in place, slowly circling her opponent. She would then give her a strange look. "...Uh... Tealeaves are the least of my concerns right now. But I'm perfectly on time now! That's what matters most!" said the Indian girl, making a relatively meaningless statement. It was match time. She needed to focus on the match, and not anything else.

Although, her opponent did seem to be, in a word, spiritual. Aarna would then waggle her fingers at Dawn, raising her arms up, and then go in for a lock up. "Here I come!" she exclaimed, trying to feel out her opponent. Mehta was bigger, but she wanted to see what kind of competitor she was going up against.

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Despite attaining weird looks and suggestions to conform, the eccentric woman would constantly suggest others to put their mind on a new path. "Well I suppose that IS the first hurdle... She chimed after hearing the other wrestler affirm that they were punctual. From Dawn's point of view, her opponent looked as if she was speaking before thinking, a process that could be disastrous elsewhere.

Even if she was in a different weight class, the size difference was only minimal at best so Dawn wouldn't easily be steamrolled. The two locked arms in the centre to start off their battle and Aarna seemingly had an advantage as evident by the blonde slowly hunkering down. However Dawn aimed to put her opponent in a false sense of security, as she tried to shift gears and pull back even further, hopefully disorienting Aarna where she would be tossed towards the ropes instead. If a rebound occured, the Canadian would take the opportunity to trip the other wrestler over with her foot.

[Dubski]

Aarna had locked up with Dawn, meeting her with a test of strength that it seemed like she was winning. She didn't often win them, but she did always find it to be a great judge on what kind of competitor she was up against--and not just by how strong they are either. Dawn, for instance, had decided to use it to shoot her into the ropes. It was surprising, but it wasn't anything Mehta couldn't handle early on in this match.

As she came back at Dawn after rebounding off the ropes, she waited before choosing the right split moment to turn and slide on her front between Dawn's legs before she could attempt anything smart. Popping up behind the blonde, the Indian girl would then grab her in a rear waistlock. "You'll need to be a bit quicker than that!" she exclaimed before transitioning and attempting to hoist Wilder up under her behind, hoping to drop her in a Back Suplex!

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While lacking strength in those arms, her trademark agility could more than provide the damage needed. She still needed a little bit more time to figure out what Aarna's specialty was exactly. No longer straining her core, she successfully redirecting the Indian woman towards the ropes.. Dawn looked eager to send her opponent crashing down through just a simple foot.

However it seemed that Aarna was capable of adapting quickly and slipped between the blonde's unguarded opening. "Mmmhmmm?...ahhhh!" Alarmed by the slide manoeuvre, Dawn let out a puff of air as a result of her waist being clutched. Unfortunately for her, she was unable to process the quick series of events and thus was dropped onto her upper back hard by the suplex! "AGHHHHHH!" Not off to a great start she was, especially since the move left her too numb to move currently.

[Dubski]

Aarna had sent her opponent up and down with the Back Suplex before popping to her feet with a satisfied smile on her face. She hadn't formulated a plan quite yet, but doing this much on the fly already was good enough for her. She did, however, know she needed to follow up before Dawn got comfortable. "Let's go!" shouted the Transcendent, firing herself up.

Leaping over the blonde, Mehta went to the ropes, rebounding and then leaping up in a Somersault Senton, aiming to crash her entire frame onto Dawn's body. It was simple, but she figured that it could keep her pressing an early advantage.

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After the wail, Dawn could only lay spread eagle with pupils barely visible. "....." Minus soft humming there wouldn't be much of a verbal exchange for the timebeing. Seemingly immobile, it would take a while for her to be revived by overflowing life energy, so for now Dawn immersed herself in her opponent's dedication to make a show.

Able to glimpse the other woman leaping over, she could easily tell that the ropes would eventually enter the fray. The blonde was correct as she witnessed Aarna soar through the air and prepare to reach the dropzone. While Dawn wasn't capable of rolling around immediately due to neck strain, she tried to reduce injury by drawing her legs back to possibly deal recoil damage towards Aarna through sharp knees!

[Dubski]

Aarna charged right at Dawn, ready to keep taking it to the blonde with a graceful somersault senton! Only, as she fell, Wilder had managed to get her legs up. The previously pinpoint maneuver was stopped short as Dawn's legs pierced her back! Mehta's body bounced right off of those knees and into a sitting position right beside her opponent! "Aaaaaah... ahh.... Nnnn...!" she cried out in pain.

Her back was arched as her arms were raised to her sides as she clenched her hands tight. It was a painful counter and the pain had shot through her entire body. Whatever plan Aarna may have been cooking up was stunted immediately as she could only simply roll over to the side and turn to face Dawn. "That... hurt!" said the Indian girl plainly as she attempted to grab hold of Dawn, trying to pull her up with her.