The match continues...

The crowd could feel the palpable tension permeating through the squared circle as you two circle each other once again with the female referee maintaining a safe but observant distance in between.

Ignoring your now sweat-drenched blow, your eyes narrows into determined slits as you face down the Latina fighter who now wore a scowl of equal, if not greater intensity.

There were no more taunting remarks or snide insults exchanged, instead letting your body languages do all the talking necessary.

Searching for another body part to work over, your eyes naturally lock on her still exposed breast, conspicuously bouncing free of her sling bikini.

You started to question why she hadn’t bothered to cover it back up considering the angry blotch of bruised skin now visible on it.

But that was the least of your worries, as she suddenly came at you with a vengeance.

Readying yourself as she lunges into range, you two collided in an aggressive collar-and-elbow tie up.

Strain tore across your face as you push down on her forearms only to find a surprising resistance from her end.

Digging her heels in despite being the shorter fighter, La Diabla surprisingly stands her ground.

Naturally feeling like she has something to prove to the audience and perhaps even to herself, Angelica continues to push against you despite the height differential.

Feeling her slender fingers digging into your shoulderblades, you move only to spread your legs in an attempt to leverage the stalemate in your favor.

Gritting your teeth, you slowly but surely begin to see her knees buckle as you press downwards on her torso.

Sensing that her fiery tenacity was slowly succumbing to your raw power, a flicker of uncertainty crosses Angelica’s face as she perhaps realizes that she may have underestimated your abilities once again.

This clash of willpower and strength was quickly coming to a decisive head, and there could only be one winner.