Keep her at a distance.

You back up a couple of steps as La Diabla closes with you, trying to make some space between the two of you.

“Awww, somebody’s shy,” she teases as she pursues you. “Come here and let’s get a little closer.”

La Diabla darts in past your defenses and shoulder-checks you, slamming into you with her whole body weight. You stumble back into the turnbuckle, and another slam rocks you back against the padding and sends you slumping down to a sitting position.

You know with a sudden flash of horrified certainty what’s coming next, which is only confirmed when La Diabla shouts, “Here’s a little taste of what’s in store for you when you lose!”

She braces herself against the ropes and leans back, going in for a grinding stinkface. But she puts her own unique spin on the move: pumping her hips backwards, she twerks on your rapidly reddening face, smacking her thick ass against your features over and over again. Her ass-cheeks, and the tiny red strip of cloth in-between them, fill your vision as they crush you against the turnbuckle. You brace your hands against them to try to **** her off, to no avail—you can’t get any leverage from your submissive position and her lower body is surprisingly strong. All you can do is sit there and take it as she forces her perfect rear into your face.

After twenty seconds and the sound of the point buzzer, she lets you go. You slump forward, dazed and humiliated, and slowly climb to your feet.

“Enjoying yourself?” La Diabla mocks in her affected Hispanic accent. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

You’ve lost a point for domination.