You do.

Victorious in this brief tie-up, you easily fling her behind you with a quick pivot of your hip.

Tossing her directly into the turnbuckle, La Diabla’s back takes the full brunt of the sudden impact.

“¡Ay, caramba! John is giving the devil her due now, folks. La Diabla’s gonna have to shake them cobwebs before he makes a name for himself at her expense,” the commentator notes.

Stalking towards her intently, you pick Angelica up by the scruff of her neck before propping her up against the corner turnbuckle.

Eyeing her chest, you wait until she was fully stretched out against the ropes before raising your forearm in the backhand position.

Her eyes, previously glazed over, immediately widens. “Don’t you dare, you motherfu-!”

You promptly deliver yet another scathing knife-edge chop to her exposed breast, her cry of pain drowned out by the sea of Wooooooooo chants flooding throughout the arena.

Rearing your arm back again with a smirk, you nail a second knife-edge chop to the same spot before relenting.

Still wincing in pain, she bites into the turnbuckle pad to hold back another scream while furiously massaging her tender flesh.

With her back now facing you, a new idea crosses your mind.

Pressing your torso against hers, you wrap your forearms around her waist.

Grunting slightly as you lifted her off the mat, Angelica desperately grabs at the ropes only to have them slip through her fingers.

“This is gonna hurt,” you whisper into her ear, taking a few steps back.

With her legs dangling helplessly above the ground, La Diabla could only brace herself as you suddenly fell backwards to the floor.

As you fall down on your lower back, you then German suplex her shoulder-first into the ring before seamlessly bridging into a pinning combination.

Sliding to the floor next to you, the referee quickly pounds her hand against the mat only for La Diabla to kick out at the last possible second.

Despite this, even the announcer had to give you props. “Well-executed German here, folks. Not enough for the 1-2-3, but let’s see if he can keep this momentum going.”

Flopping over on her stomach, Angelica remains on the ground in a dazed stupor while you spring back up to your feet impatiently.

Grabbing a handful of her raven black locks, you take a quick glimpse at the timer before manhandling her up to her feet and making your way towards the ropes for more punishment.

Before you make it too far, you suddenly feel some heavy resistance on her end.

Feeling her starting to pull away, you start back towards her only to run into a desperation move of her own.

Your advances stop cold in their tracks as La Diabla Roja rocks you with a powerful roundhouse to the face.

"Ugghhh..." Feeling the now throbbing right side of your face, you taste the coppery tinge of your own blood in your mouth while a sly grin crosses Angelica’s.

La Diabla followed up by aiming a low kick at your groin, albeit slower than expected.

Reacting even with your smarting jawline, you catch her foot in mid-air before it could connect, now grasping her ankle firmly with both hands.

Before you could even think of doing something, she suddenly smiles.

Shit.

Using your midsection for support, she kicks off the ground with her other foot and after twisting her body around in mid-air, proceeded to level an enziguri kick at your gaping face.