Sweep out her leg and submit her on the ground.

You advance toward La Diabla and lock up with her, a collar-and-elbow tie-up that brings you face-to-mask with your opponent. You stare her down fiercely, but even as you glare at her, a thought occurs to you and your face softens.

“Have I ever told you that you have really pretty eyes?” you whisper to her.

She starts in pleased surprise at the compliment. “No, but...thanks.”

The two of you struggle in the lock for a few more seconds, finding yourselves at an impasse, before you decide it’s the right time to attack. Your foot sweeps out to bring La Diabla to the ground—

—and she kicks it aside and responds with a sweep of her own while you only have one foot planted.

You’re toppled to the canvas in short order, and before you can even start to get up, she darts around behind your head and pulls it into a tight inverted triangle ****, clenching her thighs and calves around your neck. Eyes widening in horror, you try to pry yourself free, but fail miserably as she locks in the hold. All your struggles fail to budge her legs even a single inch as they constrict, tighter and tighter, cutting off your air.

Your vision starts to blur, then darken at the edges, and you feel yourself getting woozy. The ref is hovering over you to ensure that La Diabla doesn't cause any permanent harm, but even she fades from your vision after a few more moments. It won't be long now before...

The last thing you're aware of before unconsciousness finally overtakes you is Angelica's fingers gently stroking your cheek, lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

You've lost two points, and the match, for a knockout.