La Diabla Roja, the devil-themed Mexican luchadora.

As you’ve done several times before, you wait in the ring with bated breath for your opponent. She doesn’t keep you waiting long, and within a few moments the arena is echoing with the power chords of AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell”. An impressive burst of pyrotechnics herald her entrance as the announcer calls out:

“Facing off against John is a sinfully sexy ECL veteran. Able to deal out pleasure and pain in equal measure, we’re in for a treat as we watch this fighter perform. Please welcome La Diabla Roja!”

Your opponent strides down the ramp to meet you, wearing her horned luchadora’s mask and a bright red robe to cover her match attire. A plastic pitchfork completes the ensemble, which she twirls around and points at you. She tosses her glossy black hair as she enters, and sashays down to the ring with unshakable confidence. Even fully clothed, she’s quite a sight to behold.

Diabla climbs under the ropes and blows a two-handed kiss to her adoring fans before throwing her robe aside in one quick, fluid motion. Revealed from underneath it is a daring scarlet sling bikini that does far more to highlight her best assets than it does to conceal them. She twirls around in it, giving you an excellent view from all angles.

You make no attempt to disguise the fact that you’re staring, and she giggles as she sees you ogling her. “Now that I have your attention,” she teases in a thick Hispanic accent, “I think we should get started.”