You save yourself with a desperation move. (Requires 1 Strength)

Feeling certain defeat closing in around you, a sudden adrenaline boost grants you one last chance to salvage victory from her nigh inescapable thighs.

As her legs forcefully pull you even closer into her smug visage, you wait for the right moment to strike.

One moment too soon, and she’ll see it coming a mile away.

One second too late, and you won’t be conscious to regret the mistake.

Now only inches away from the leering Latina, you slowly bring your right hand up as she leaned forward to deliver yet another scathing taunt.

“Look at you now. Right between my legs like the bitch you ar-Ow!” A high-pitched shriek finishes her sentence as your hand finds her exposed breast.

Remembering that your earlier knife-edge chops had already softened up the tender flesh, you simply take advantage by squeezing the already bruised breast.

“Some unorthodox offense from John here, folks! Hell, I’ll give the kid points. Haven’t seen a titty-twister like that since the playground days,” the commentator acknowledges bemusedly.

With her areola clockwise until every part of her screams out in agony, La Diabla is left a whimpering shell of her former self.

While you, on the other hand, have the veteran fighter literally at your fingertips.

“You were saying?” you smirk at her, her angry response reduced to a pitiful whimper as you continue to wring out her fleshy mound like a wet rag.

Now visibly writhing at the pain blossoming in her chest, your one-handed takedown of La Diabla Roja has many on the front row on their feet with looks of disbelief and definitely arousal.

Leaning in closer, your lips curl into a vindictive sneer. “Who’s the bitch now, Diabla?”

Roughly groping her breast until she whimpers out a satisfactory response, you finally relinquish the unorthodox but undeniably effective hold.

Capitalizing with her legs still loosely wrapped around your neck, you then hook your forearms around her waist, and with a grunt, lift her off the turnbuckle.

Straining slightly just keeping her on top, your legs thankfully hold firm as you turned back around.

Taking a few steps forward with your head still fixed between her thighs, you finally stop at the center of the squared circle with her still seated atop your shoulders.

Without hesitation, you emphatically slam Angelica back-first to the mat.

The standing powerbomb nearly flattens her upon impact, her remaining fire knocked out of her with a resounding oomph.

Not even a second later, you practically collapse right on top of her.

Too exhausted to formally pin La Diabla, your sprawled out form over her is apparently enough as the referee slides into position to your right.

Slapping her hand against the mat, the crowd enthusiastically chants along as the ref counted La Diabla Roja out.

The buzzer then rings out, signaling the end of this round.

Eyes wide in shock, the announcer eventually calls out, “What an interesting turn of events here. La Diabla Roja has just been pinned by John, but don’t expect her to take this one lying down.”

Pockets of applause fill your ears as you finally push yourself up.

Rolling off of her, a triumphant grin breaks out across your weary face knowing you’re just one step closer to the biggest upset in your career thus far.

And Angelica knows it too. A hint of apprehension appears in her dark eyes as she meets your confident gaze from the other side of the ring.

You’ve won a point for pinfall.