Rush at her and end this now.

Gritting your teeth irritably, you stalk towards her intently with only one thought in mind.

This ends now.

Letting pure instinct take over, you are almost a blur in motion as you lunge forward.

Right into La Diabla’s trap.

Just when you were on her, Angelica suddenly explodes out of her deceitfully cowering form, thrusting her front leg towards your unsuspecting face.

Smack! The sole of her foot landed firmly on your chin, the sudden impact of flesh against flesh even causing the referee to flinch.

Feeling your head snap backwards, your legs immediately buckle beneath you as the superkick reverberates through every inch of your already battered body.

Out of your periphery, you could only glimpse helplessly at the mat now rushing up to greet you.

A collective gasp tore through the audience as you fall to the floor in a dazed heap, her superkick catching you flush in the jaw in a moment that was now being replayed on the JumboTron.

It truly was over now.

“He ain’t getting up from that one, folks,” the announcer remarks.

Staring straight into the ceiling lights, you curse yourself for being suckered into her game of possum.

Knowing that you would continue exploiting her exposed breast, she had smartly turned her own weakness into a strength, using your own strategy against you.

Remaining prone on the floor, you almost dreaded her inevitable footsteps drawing closer and closer.

Though the outcome is almost academic at this point, she nevertheless takes her time as if savoring this moment.

Unable to move, much less lift your aching head, you simply bite your tongue as La Diabla Roja finally appears before you.

Despite the cheering and cameras flashing all around you, her triumphant expression is the only thing you could focus on.

With both hands on her hips, she briefly acknowledges the crowd before regarding you with those dark, devilish eyes.

Expecting a taunting remark to rain down on you, you almost flinch as she instead nods at your respectfully, acknowledging you as a worthy opponent.

“Luchaste bien, John,” she tells you with a genuine smile, before lifting up the same foot and pressing it against your cheek.

Your cheeks remain scarlet with humiliation as her bare foot forces your mouth to taste the mat, the final humiliation.

Dropping down on her knees, the referee quickly slapped the mat, counting you down.

The point buzzer promptly goes off, signaling the end of the round as well as the match as a whole.

“And it is all over, ladies and gentlemen! The round goes to La Diabla Roja.”

The booming voice is quickly drowned out by the storm of applause that erupts all around the squared circle.

La Diabla Roja, sporting a victorious grin, strikes a victory pose with her foot still on your face as the final bell goes off.

You’ve lost a point for pinfall.