Inner Mindfulness- Dawn Wilder vs Aarna Mehta

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As if the trip gave Dawn a spark, her will and excitement was skyrocketing by the second. Even with these constant swerves, the brightness in those pupils showed a vast desire to jump into the fray. Rocketing through the air, she wasn't keen on giving her opponent a breath of air anytime soon.

While not enough to cause a ringquake, the spectators rattled from the sheer impact of Dawn's aerial move. Only a second after, the downed woman tossed the Canadian wrestler away onto her hands and knees. "Hmmmm..." But an immediate pinfall was never her main plan as she quickly slithered around the mat until Dawn would be right behind her prey. Pinching the Indian wrestler's shoulder, she forced Aarna to a sitting position. Before her opponent could fathom a counter attack, she slipped her left arm underneath Aarna's to clamp around the neck area. Provided the middleweight didn't thrash out of this, her right palm proceeded to grasp the other wrestler's near wrist, only to sudden bend the elbow inwards, suffocating the young woman for a cobra crutch submission!

[Dubski]

As Aarna was recovering, it appeared that her opponent wasn't about to simply let her do so. She felt her shoulder being grabbed and yelped out as she was lifted to a seated position. Mehta's eyes widened as she began to resist, jerking and thrashing her body, knowing that a submission had to be coming soon. With a grunt, Aarna is able to plant a foot on the mat right before Dawn locked in the Cobra Clutch!

Thinking ahead, she used that foot to push herself up, then dropped forward, throwing Dawn off of her and breaking the hold! Popping right back up to her feet, Aarna held her neck briefly before rushing forward and attempting to hit a flying forearm shot on Wilder before she could get herself adjusted and into a defensive position, aiming to give herself a breather if she could nail this strike!

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Dawn almost considered letting out a hiss as she was about to seal her coil. However in this urban jungle, larger prey was not guaranteed to submit so easily. She was initially able to hold her ground midst the thrashing, however Aarna's stability meant that the blonde could only at most piggyback off her opposition.

Just as she was about to reel back to regain some control, the Indian woman would beat her to the punch. The sudden drop was more than enough to send Dawn across until she made contact with the mat stomachfirst. "Urghh!" While likely possible to move after such a fall, she would feel that sting in the morning. Rolling onto her hands and knees, she was just about to raise herself until a large bullet struck her shoulder. "ARGHHHH!" Wailing once more as the aerial strike threw the blonde onto her back, winded and unable to purse the fiery woman.

[Dubski]

Aarna had managed to get out of the hold and nailed that forearm shot, standing as her opponent went right back down. Mehta had a satisfied look on her face as she shook out her own arm that had been locked in with the Cobra Clutch. She was grateful to have escaped, knowing that could have seriously hurt her chances of winning had Wilder locked it in entirely. "Alright! Let's get started!" said Aarna, as she walked right up to Wilder and grabbed her, lifting her right to her feet.

The Indian girl fired a forearm to Dawn's midsection to stun her briefly and double her over before grabbing her around her arms. Then, Aarna would let out a yell of exertion as she attempted to lift and throw Wilder over her in a Butterfly Suplex!

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At the very least, Dawn was able to slow her opponent's advances slightly through a twisted arm. However that didn't provide the time needed for the groggy blonde to make a sufficient recovery. "AUGHHHH!" Yet another blunt forearm driving into her midsection, thus resulting in Dawn losing her balance. Just as she was about to tends towards the wounded area, her arms would be suddenly hooked.

Unable to slip away from of Aarna's grasp, the moonchild could only rely on her lower body and legs as a sort of ally. Dawn would raise her left knee to embark one step forward, hopefully giving the blonde more room to twist around and delay the suplex. While still slightly wrapped into an underhook, she would try to swipe her left limb once more, this time against the Indian woman's thigh to full toss her foe into the mat.

[Dubski]

Aarna was feeling herself, at least for the moment. She was ready to hit a big move, wanting to slam her opponent down in a Butterfly Suplex. But when Mehta lifted up Dawn, the blonde kept her leg up and then twined it with Aarna's! With a grunt, Aarna tried again to lift up Dawn, only for her to get spun up and over Wilder and straight back into the mat.

"Gaaah...!" Wincing, Dawn turned on her hip, arching her back and groaning. She slammed her free hand on the mat before gutting it out and pulling herself back up to her feet and looking to send a forearm strike to Wilder's face to try stunning her!

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Showing impressive flexibility, she managed to remove Aarna's influence through a simple twist and thrust of her leg. As soon she took a single breath of relief, her opponent already bounced back with a burning forearm. She briefly pondered if her opponent didn't register pain like others or just didn't understand breaks.

Just as Aarna threw her arm, the blonde tried to duck beneath the larger woman's range. If she was able to evade harm, Dawn would rotate 90 degrees so she was facing her opponent's back. Snagging a hold of Aarna's near shoulder, she tried to nudge the disoriented woman towards the ropes. Assuming that there will be a rebound, the Canadian woman set off in the opposite direction to gain a personal boost herself. On the hopeful reunion, the lightweight tried taking a leap of faith onto the Indian woman's shoulder to toss her about with a hurricanrana!

[Dubski]

Aarna was swinging wildly as she tried to fight through the pain, not wanting to fall behind on this match. This would prove to be a bad move for her, as Dawn was able to see right through it, and it wasn't nearly as crisp as she would have liked. The forearm missed and Wilder shot her to the ropes. Running back, Mehta was trying to prepare herself before Dawn was in the air. From there, there was nothing she could quite do about that as the blonde was swinging her around and then straight to the mat in a hurricanrana!

"Mmph!" shouted Aarna in pain as she landed on the mat, sprawled out in pain from the blow. She put one hand to her head but remained struggling from the takedown, not able to fight back currently against Dawn, who currently had the advantage.

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Acting fluidly like water helped Dawn dance around Aarna's fiery charge and redirect the move into her favour. She proceeded to carry all of this built momentum until tossing her opponent into the canvas with a beautiful hurricanrana. The very moment they separated, the blonde would adopt the landing strategy of a feline by catching the mat instead of letting her body get grazed.

"Hmmmmm..." Adopting this very posture caused Dawn to become more elated since it reminded of her companion. While she could afford to be a bit more aggressive, it was vital to not lose sight. Slithering so that she was sitting behind the Indian woman with legs spread, the lightweight's claws hurried towards Aarna's shoulders to forcibly prop the dizzy woman up and simultaneously guide those arms backwards. If the opposition was too stunned, then the stressed fighter's appendages would be melded together by the clamping Dawn's legs. The tip of the Canadian's feet concentrated against Aarna's neck for a lotus lock.

[Dubski]

Aarna was having a hard time after that surprising hurricanrana as she attempted to sit back up, only to be forced the rest of the way up. What followed from Dawn Wilder was a Lotus Lock that confined her arms and pushed back on her head. "Naaah... ugh...!"

Mehta's body kicked and bucked, trying to get free, but she was trapped in the hold tight. She knew there was just one way out of the hold. The Indian fighter groaned out loud as she tried to struggle to scoot herself towards the ropes, reaching out a foot to try smacking the ring, slowly but surely, with the pain becoming a lot to deal with as her yells of pain becoming louder.