La Diabla Roja, a succubus-themed luchadora.

The announcer perks up as AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” blares over the loudspeaker and the screen behind the entrance ramp fills with digital fire.

“Oh my, a new challenger appears!” she enthuses. “Joining us tonight is a very unique wrestler. You never know whether she’ll plunge you into torment or tempt you into sin...or both. We’re in for a hell of a good time tonight; everybody give it up for La Diabla Roja!”

Pyrotechnics ignite along the ramp as the new wrestler strolls out to meet the crowd.

As her stage-name suggests, she’s a Latina, wearing a red-and-orange luchadora’s mask with a tiny pair of devil horns adorning the top. Her long, dark hair is kept from sweeping out in front of it by a braid running down to the nape of her neck. Her outfit is just as provocative as you’ve come to expect from the ECL: a bright red sling bikini plunges down over her breasts and belly, displaying impressive cleavage and leaving little to the imagination as it meets between her thighs. She’s carrying a prop pitchfork, which she playfully jabs in the direction of audience members who try to get too close.

“Hola, todos!” she shouts as she heads down towards the ring. “It looks like I’ve got another sinner to punish tonight.” Her English is heavily accented but her voice is musical and lilting, getting your pulse racing almost as much as her body.

But you still find it in you somewhere, as she climbs into the ring, to deadpan, “I wonder what you’re going as for Halloween?”

She takes a moment to chuckle before remarking to the Champion, “I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. You’re having a squash match and you didn’t invite me to help you out?”