La Diabla seizes the initiative.

La Diabla seems to realize that trying to beat you on strength alone is a bad idea. She surges forward and upward into a headbutt that cracks against your chin, sending you reeling back. She doesn’t give you a chance to recover, snapping a knee up into your gut that doubles you over—which puts you in the right position for her to interlace her fingers and slam her hands into your back in a textbook double axe-handle. You crash down to the mat heavily, dazed and disoriented.

The announcer leans forward at the spectacle. “A rapid-fire offense from La Diabla takes John down with authority, but can she keep him down?”

Angelica saunters over to you as you groan on the ground, rolling you over with her foot. “You know, I just realized. I haven’t gotten the chance to use one of my favorite moves on you yet. It’d be such a shame to end this match without using it.”