You’ll show this woman what you’re made of. (Requires Sta 3)

You squeeze La Diabla tighter and tighter with every last iota of strength you can dredge up from your body, letting out a roar as you do, half from pain and half from the sheer exertion of trying to impose your will on this firecracker of a woman. The **** of her legs is incredible, pressing on your head and neck like a vice, but you grit your teeth and soldier on, because you have no intention of giving La Diabla the satisfaction of a tap-out.

The seconds tick on like years, but you can finally, finally see her resolve start to weaken. Though she makes you work to **** every ounce of it out of her, the defiance fades from her face bit by agonizing bit, replaced by a pained grimace as you slowly gain the upper hand.

Even still, she doesn’t let up on her powerful scissors, and she’s driving you close to your breaking point as well. You’re not sure how much longer you can hold on, and you can only hold her tight and pray that the last of Angelica’s resistance drains away soon.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds, and La Diabla Roja lets out a scream of pain and frustration as she taps out at last, pounding her hand against the canvas. The buzzer goes off as the crowd goes wild for the incredible display of strength and willpower you’ve both put on. Even the announcer is briefly struck speechless.

Breathing a heartfelt sigh of relief, you let her go. Neither of you has the strength to get up just yet, so she simply rolls off you and lets the two of you lay on the mat, side by side, heaving deep breaths of oxygen as you slowly recover.

The announcer’s voice returns in time to call out, “Diabla submits! La Diabla Roja submits! John has overcome an ECL veteran in a stunning turn of events! Can he carry this momentum forward and pull off an upset in the match itself?”

Eventually, you’re able to **** yourself up to one knee, then, unsteadily, back to your feet. La Diabla takes a few moments longer to follow suit, but she still stands to face you.

You stare into her eyes once more, trying to gauge her reaction to her defeat. A momentary flicker of uncertainty and nervousness crosses her features, as though she’s realizing for the first time that she might actually lose this match. It’s gratifying to see her acknowledge you as a worthy opponent, but there’s something else there, under the fear. It looks almost like...

...arousal?

A drop of fluid seeps out from under Angelica’s bikini and rolls its way lazily down her inner thigh. It seems she found your struggle to be a bit of a turn-on.

You’ll contemplate how to turn that to your advantage in a moment. For now, it’s time to celebrate your success, because you’ve won a point for a submission.