The kick connects.

Your entire world is sent for a tailspin as the top of her foot cracks off the back of your head.

Smack! Still gripping her other foot, you have **** but to let your facial features absorb the impact and hope that you’d still be conscious enough to do something about it.

As soon as her shapely calf rolls down the back of your neck, you blindly stumble backwards thanks to the now throbbing sensation in your temple.

“Don’t count La Diabla out of this one yet, folks. She’s making one hell of a comeback at his face’s expense!” the announcer quipped.

Now with your back to her, Angelica quickly scrambles up to her feet with a look of pure determination painted across her face.

Thanks to the buzzing in your ears caused by her kick, you remained completely oblivious as the Latina woman bounces off the nearby ropes to gain momentum before launching herself at you from behind.

Before you could think to check your blindside, a new wave of pain explodes into your lower back courtesy of a running dropkick by the Latina spitfire.

Knocked off your feet, you’re catapulted forwards across the ring until one of the bottom turnbuckle pads “breaks” your fall.

Groaning inwardly as your temple crashes directly into the vinyl, you could almost feel the match’s momentum shifting back to Angelica.

Still feeling the effects of her previous blows, you felt your vision spinning as the faces of all those in the front row and in the commentator booth began to blur together.

“And just like that, the tables have turned!”

Ignoring the announcer, you start to regain your bearings as the sound of her footsteps nears you.

Picking yourself off the ground, you find enough strength just to rest your aching head against the bottom turnbuckle.

Too disoriented to get up, you bitterly watched as she took her time sauntering towards you, her strut almost mimicking a model on the runway.

You had just barely pushed yourself up to a sitting position as her towering figure suddenly dominates your visual field.

Grinning from corner to corner, La Diabla Roja cocks one hip to the side and simply leered at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Her ample breast still hanging ajar from her bikini, Angelica playfully clicks her lips together.

Sneering, she regards you with devilish intentions in mind. “What will I do with you now, pendejo?”