Welcome to Gaia! ::

The crowd's cheers slowly began to die down as they waited in anticipation all eyes turning towards the stage. The Jet's - Are you gonna be my girl? played and the crowd let loose an eruption of cheers a majority accustomed to the theme music hinting towards the arrival of Bianca Atwood but out from behind the stage stepped Astrid instead.


"And her opponent hailing in from Chapel Hill, North Carolina. The Automated Doll, Astrid Taylor!" At her introduction Astrid snapped her fan open with a flick of her hand revealing the beautiful intricate designs cut into thin sheets of bronze the entire form looking like one half a large cog wheel. She smiled as she fanned herself with the gift she had received from her brother and walked down the ramp.

As always she smiled at the fans casting glances and nodding her head respectfully towards them even going as so far as to remove her hat and placing it on the head of a near girl before approaching the ringside; hitching up her skirt she stepped up onto the steel stairs and walked onto the apron. Looking behind her at the camera she gave a smirk and then a wink before shaking her hips and pulling her skirt away in one fluid motion tossing it aside to a waiting attendant.

Inside of the ring she closed her fan with a snap and tossed it out the ring to the attendant as well, it was too precious a gift to just give away then stood looking at Dallas.

Astrid nodded her head in return to Dallas thankful for the show of showmanship and over all respect to the game as her brother had often lectured her on in the past.

Astrid brought her hands to Dallas' elbow and collar joining in on the lock-up trying to hold her own and establish her dominance and strength, the 11 pounds she had on Dallas wouldn't do much buy maybe she out muscled her.

She then tried to twirl out while grabbing Dallas's hand for a wrist lock.

Astrid bit her lip as the kick connected but tried not to let go or at least not before she tried to give it a good yank.

Astrid released Dallas when the kick connected making her leg buckle forwards and take her down to one knee. Why was it always the knees? It was amazing that wrestlers were all getting around by driving a Rascal or some other type of wheel chair.

Staying down Astrid tried to grab hold of Dallas by her legs and sweep her down onto the mat for some mounted strikes.

With her hands only striking Dallas upon her forearms more so than her head Astrid got onto her feet waiting for Dallas to move before she tried to execute a stomp.

She was being rather aggressive in this match trying to keep an upper hand.

Astrid's foot hit the canvas and she watched as Dallas stood, she kept her distance since she was against the ropes, she had to remind herself that in this show it wasn't extreme rules, DQs, and count-outs were allowed, and fighting on the ropes could cost her.

She didn't need the ref silently signaling her to keep back with his out stretched hand, instead she stepped back a few paces keeping her eyes focused on Dallas while rolling her shoulders and leaning her head from side to side staying prepared.

Astrid approached only to fall victim to the kick to her gut the acute pain spreading throughout her lower belly, she bent over slightly her hands flying to her stomach as she silently hissed. Breathing in she tried to return with a backhand chop towards Dallas' chest.