No way. You’ve got enough willpower not to fall for it. (Requires Sta 2)

You’re getting more than a little hot under the collar as Angelica grinds herself against you, but with a tremendous effort of willpower, you **** yourself not to lose your cool. You suspect she’s baiting you into a trap{if Kissed by Opponent 1 = true}, and you remember your match with Melody and the way she distracted you long enough to pull off a suplex. You’re determined not to make the same mistake again{endif}.

When the punch comes, you’re ready for it. Rather than letting her fist smash into your stomach, you grab her wrist and duck under her arm, twisting her into a hammerlock.

“What a reversal!” enthuses the announcer. “John is having none of La Diabla’s distraction!”

Diabla groans in pain as you **** her arm up towards her shoulder blade. Her curvy hips and ass twist from side to side as she struggles to free herself, and on a whim you reach down with your free hand to gently fondle them, running your fingers lightly along her tanned skin. It’s not enough to count as domination, but copping a feel is almost reward enough. La Diabla lets out a torrent of angry Spanish in protest that’s cut off with a yelp as you push her arm up sharply.

Looking in the JumboTron that’s displaying your match, you can see Angelica’s jaw clenched in defiance as she fights to escape your submission hold. But she can’t hold on for much longer, and you can see her resolve wavering as your fingers go exploring. They trace a path around her leg, slowly move up her inner thigh, work their way bit by bit under the tiny little scrap of fabric covering her pussy...

And as you finally slip them inside her, you jerk her arm up to its most painful twist yet.

“OhfuckIsubmit!” screams Angelica, so fast it’s practically one word, overwhelmed by the combination of pleasure and pain. The buzzer sounds immediately, and you release both her arm and her crotch, letting her stumble back to her corner and catch her breath.

She rubs the feeling back into her shoulder and bicep and stares at you pensively, as though she’s sizing you up.

“Muy bien,” she says finally. “No more Ms. Nice Demoness.”

You’ve won a point for a submission.