Check up on Angelica.

You only had to knock twice before the door to Angelica’s room swings open.

Sans luchador mask, Angelica greets you with a warm smile with her curvaceous form leaning against the doorway.

Before you could reciprocate, you notice that she’s wearing only a silk bathrobe.

Judging by her damp hair and the smell of fresh lotion wafting off her, you figure that she had just finished taking a shower after your grueling match together.

You hesitantly take a step back, gesturing towards the hallway instead. “Is this a bad time? I can come back when you’re-”

“No no, not at all. Come in,” she assures you in her normal accent, waving you inside.

Now inside her locker room, you take in your surroundings as she pads behind you barefoot.

Ignoring the faucet still running in her bathroom, you brush past a few folding chairs and carefully step over her discarded ring gear before finally sitting on her cubby bench.

“Sorry for the mess. Just finished showering after the match, you know,” she hastily apologize, before practically collapsing on a folding chair across from you.

“It’s all good.” Noticing her DVD collection just a few feet away, you picked up one of the cases curiously.

“You like watching old ECL matches?” you smiled, brandishing the cover at her playfully.

“If you want to be the best, you gotta learn from the best,” she points out, before adding with a sheepish smirk, “Plus, they keep me entertained when I’m dealing with injuries.”

Smiling at her implication, you then change the subject. “So, that was a really intense match we had out there.”

“Yeah, for sure,” she laughs in agreement. “You really know what you’re doing out there, John. I’d give you a hug or something, but well…”

Angelica then tenderly cups one of her breasts for emphasis, causing your cheeks to slightly blush in embarrassment.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I was trying to get an advantage, but I guess I got carried away,” you apologize, to which she waved off dismissively.

“We all do, dude,” she laughs, before continuing on, “Believe me, I’ve been in matches where guys have done worse and I still won. It hurt like hell, don’t get me wrong, but I gave you some pretty big receipts in turn. Let’s just call it even,” she smiles.

“Fair enough.” You relax a bit more with that now off your shoulders.

“But, I don’t think you came all the way here just to check on my boobs,” she giggles, crossing her legs suggestively.

“Anything else you want to talk about?”

{If Defeated Angelica=false}Swallowing a fair bit of pride, you **** the next words out of your mouth. “I just wanted to say congratulations on beating me in our match. You were the better fighter.”

Angelica smiles at you in appreciation, “Thanks, but don’t sell yourself short, John. I’ve got experience, but you showed a lot of promise in the ring.”

“But not enough to beat you,” you sigh dejectedly.

“Not yet, but with more matches under your belt who knows?” she points out, her encouraging words lifting your spirits slightly.

“Yeah, but this was like my golden opportunity to get more matches. If I can’t beat one of the best like you, how else am I supposed to get noticed and move up the ladder?” you confess to her, the blunt honesty in your words visibly resonating with the sympathetic Angelica.

“Well, I am tough to beat,” she admits truthfully, stroking her chin in thought before a mental lightbulb brightens up her dark eyes.

{If Bet with La Diabla=true}“So…. how was it?” she smirks coyly.

“How was what?” You almost dread what she’s about to say next.

Leering at you bemusedly, she wriggles her ass just to rub it in even further.

“How’d it feel kissing my ass out there, puta?” she mocks you in her ring accent.

Your eyes narrow irritably, but swallowing your pride you reluctantly groan at her, “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Well the match was filmed,” she points out candidly, before adding tauntingly, “If it helps, your face did look really cute all scrunched up against my ass.”

Giggling as your cheeks briefly become streaked in scarlet, she eventually assures you, “But hey, it’s really no big deal. They’ll all forget about it by the time Lady Grace walks her new pet around backstage. Honestly, I’m just impressed you kept your word and went through with it.”

“Thanks. Any advice on how I can avoid kissing my opponent’s ass in the near future?” you ask genuinely, prompting her to ponder for a moment. {endif}

“When you go by the gym, look for some of the fighters you worked with in the ring. If they like you well enough, maybe they’ll let you train with them,” she tells you, giving you pause for thought.

As you recall your previous bouts in the squared circle, she adds, “Hey, just like the Commissioner always says: if you want to be the best, train with the best. Maybe they can help sharpen your skillset or whatever?”

“Maybe so.” You then nod at her, “So what about you? You got a training partner?”

“No offense, John, but I don’t train with people not on my level,” she smiles teasingly.

Scoffing at her playful retort, you remind her, “For now.”

And with that, you stand up. “Rematch?” you offer her eagerly, determined to prove yourself once and for all.

“If you think you can handle getting your butt kicked again, sure anytime,” Angelica smiles with a sultry wink.

“We’ll see about that,” you counter simply, before exiting her locker room.{endif}{If Defeated Angelica=True}“I just wanted to say thanks for an awesome match. You really made me work for that win,” you tell her.

Much to your surprise, Angelica takes her loss in stride as she smiles back at you, “You earned it, John. Plus, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy watching you work out there.”

Beaming at the veteran fighter’s congratulatory comments, you nod at her appreciatively, “That means a lot coming from you.”

{If Bet with La Diabla=True}“And...a deal’s a deal,” she sighs, referring to your bet. “I’m a woman of my word, so for the rest of the week I’ll be wearing ‘my ring gear’ out to workout. For your viewing pleasure, I guess.”

“Pretty sure it won’t just be mine,” you smirk at her sarcastically, reminding Angelica of the prospects of being the gym's walking eye candy.

Her response is cool and confident. “Trust me sweetie, those guys couldn't handle me without clothes on, much less a bikini. Now, where was I…?”{endif}

“You sure as hell impressed me, plus I’ve been listening to some of the gossip around here. People talk,” she continues on, combing her hair back over her shoulders.

Raising an eyebrow, you inquire further, “Important people maybe?”

Angelica only flashes you a sly grin. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, bigshot. I’m not done with you yet.”

Stretching out in her seat so that her cleavage is tantalizingly close to peaking out of the thin fabric, she licks her lips in anticipation before saying, “I talked to the Commissioner about a rematch.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, and I’ve got a feeling things might not go your way next time, John,” she purrs, her dark eyes searing into you confidently.

Not backing down, you retort in kind. “I guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we?”

The tension in the room lingers for just a moment, before finally you get up.

Turning to leave the room, your eyes stay on her DVD collection for just a moment while she sizes you up in perhaps a new light.

“But in the meantime, my door’s always open if you’re looking for a partner to practice your new moves on,” she adds in a particularly lustful whisper.

Keeping her enticing words in mind, you then exit the locker room.{endif}