Continue your physical dominance.

Peeling off of her with a confident grin painted from ear to ear, you turn back around and play to the crowd with a few poses.

Soaking in the few cheers that were hurled your way while relishing the usual chorus of boos in La Diabla’s favor, you can’t help but simply feel awe at the reaction you’re getting.

Just looking at the sea of seated humanity surrounding you, you can’t help but beam as you realize just how addictive this feeling of utter triumph is.

Glancing at a few stray faces on the front rows, you’re about to pose again when a sudden thought crossed your mind.

They want more.

Putting on a smile born of sinister intentions, you stalk back towards the still reeling Diabla.

Sensing your presence just inches away, Angelica glances up only to feel your eyes honing in on her sling bikini.

As soon as her eyes meet yours, it soon dawns on her what is about to happen.

Before she can resist, you seize the right sling of her bikini and tug it to the side, releasing her naked breast out into the open.

Taking a moment to savor the sight, you slowly raise your arm right in front of her in the position that she knows all too well.

Without hesitation, you then mercilessly chop her exposed breast.

Half of the audience whistles the trademark taunt, while the other half instinctively flinches as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes throughout the arena.

Even the ring announcer winces at that. “Yep, that’s gonna leave a mark.”

Howling in pain as an angry blotch forms on her breast, La Diabla immediately curses at you in Spanish.

Writhing and whimpering against the turnbuckle, she looks like almost a complete shell of her former self, which only makes this easier by the minute.

Massaging your slightly sore backhand, you change gears and instead grab hold of her right arm, after taking a brief glance at the timer.

With a grunt, you Irish whip her into the opposite corner, sending her hurtling into the turnbuckle with you in eventual pursuit.

Nearly collapsing into the other turnbuckle in a similar position as before, Angelica seems to be completely **** to your next attack.

Not wanting to let this opportunity slip by, you take a breath before charging at her from your end of the squared circle.

Becoming a blur in motion, you’re so assured of her defeat that you don’t notice her quickly raise her front leg.

Almost tasting the certain victory in your mouth, you’re nearly on her when your mouth tastes something else instead.

“Uuuggghhh…” That’s the only sound you can muster as you run directly into her bare foot, a surprise blow that turns your own momentum against you.

Catching you right in the chin, you can feel your teeth rattling as her kick stops you dead in your tracks.

Just barely righting yourself before totally faceplanting, you clumsily fall to a knee as Angelica snaps out of her own groggy stupor, now with the advantage.

“Yep, he definitely got all of that!” the announcer remarks, the voice not even registering as you start to slump forwards in a daze.

Before that could happen, you feel Angelica’s powerful thighs suddenly wrap around your neck.

Now level with her cloth-covered crotch, you find yourself in a constricting headscissors with La Diabla reclining against the top turnbuckle for support.

"That was....unpleasant," she sneers angrily, grabbing onto the ropes to keep you both upright. "Now, it is my turn to return the favor, puta."

Your prior hubris now dissipates into horror as you again feel her flesh against yours—only now she’s the one in control.

Any attempt to struggle is an exercise in futility, as she merely tightens the hold with her thick legs squeezing uncomfortably around your neck.

Using her thighs to pull you closer into her crotch, she grabs a hold of your hair, forcing you to inhale her damp excitement at what’s about to happen.

With your head securely locked between her legs, La Diabla Roja is once again all smiles.