No. You may not be able to beat them, but you can take anything they can dish out.

You shake your head defiantly at the two of them.

La Diabla raises an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Sure as I’ll ever be,” you tell her. “Get going before I change my mind.”

“Careful what you wish for,” Roxie quips, and roundhouse kicks you in the face without warning.

As you stumble back from the ****, La Diabla darts in behind you to snap a kick into your back, knocking you back towards the Champion—who stops your momentum with yet another kick, this one colliding with your stomach to knock the wind out of you.

They keep this up for what feels like an age, battering you across the ring and pummeling you with their feet. La Diabla Roja finally ends the onslaught with a front kick directly to your chin, launching you into the air to land prone near one corner.

“Hey, Jack?” she says, once your vision stops blurring and you sit up a little bit. “Would you mind helping the two of us settle a bet?”

“Yeah?” you reply groggily.

In unison, she and Roxie turn around and bend over.

“Which of us,” the Champion asks you over her shoulder, “has the better ass?”