La Diabla Roja.

“The succubus lady’s got this one,” you inform them.

“Aw, what?” Roxie complains.

“Suck it,” exults La Diabla. “Who’s the Champion now?”

“Still me,” says Roxie drily.

“Okay, yeah,” the luchadora admits, “but I still win this one.”

Curiously, the Champion doesn’t answer that immediately. Instead, she strolls around to examine La Diabla from behind, making a show of checking out her rear.

“Yep, Jack does seem to think you’ve got a pretty fine ass,” she says. “I bet he’d love to get his hands all over it.”

“Damn right he—” Suspicion suddenly clouds La Diabla’s features as the Champion walks back around in front of her. “Where are you going with this?”

“You know what’d help him do that really well?” Roxie asks rhetorically.

Then she knees La Diabla right in the belly.

Having taken more than a few body blows from Roxie yourself, you can see that she’s not really trying to hurt the other wrestler—just to surprise her, knock her down, and maybe stun her for a moment. She accomplishes all three as the succubus collapses onto her hands and knees.

“A spanking,” she finishes.