The Champion.

“I’m gonna have to go with Roxie,” you say slowly, still a little punch-drunk (kick-drunk?) from your earlier ordeal.

“Ha!” the Champion shouts smugly, while La Diabla Roja glares at you in mock indignation. “Ohhh, you’re gonna pay for that. Maybe you and my culo just need to get a little bit better acquainted!”

So saying, she straddles your head and leaps up, crashing down into a ground-shaking butt drop. Her ass buries your face, warm cheeks descending on either side to smother you utterly. You push forcefully on her butt to try to dislodge her, but only succeed in getting her to lean forward enough to free your ears.

“That’s right,” she says, realizing you can hear her. “Grab a handful. Squeeze that booty. Isn’t it better than that slab of muscle Roxie carries around?”

You can’t answer with your mouth trapped under her.

“You know you like it...” La Diabla says in a mocking singsong.

“Facesit him all you want, it’s not gonna change the truth,” comes the Champion’s voice from above you.

“Wouldn’t you like to think that,” La Diabla shoots back, and stands up. “Well? Ready to sing a different tune?”

You shake your head. “You’re a damn close second, but...I stand by my decision.”

La Diabla folds her arms and pouts. The Champion, to your surprise and amusement, actually sticks her tongue out at her rival. “Well, if that didn’t convince you, nothing will. Have fun being wrong, pendejo.”

You frown and turn off your microphone to ask her, “Are you actually mad, or is this in-character?”

“It’s mostly in-character. I’m disappointed for sure, but...I guess it’ll motivate me to do more squats or something,” she replies.

“I told you not to skip leg day,” the Champion says, shaking her head fondly.

“I don’t!...mostly,” retorts La Diabla defensively, looking a little guilty. “I guess I should get going.”

“Better luck next time,” Roxie snarks, and La Diabla flips her the bird on the way out.

You chuckle at the banter and get ready to resume the one-on-one.