The match enters its final round.

Solely focused on securing victory, you push any other stray thoughts out of your mind as the final stretch of the match begins.

Pushing off of your corner with one last adrenaline surge, you kept both eyes locked on the smug Latina as she confidently strutted across the ring to meet you.

The crowd was now on their feet in fervent anticipation of the final minutes in the bout.

“I hope those lips are ready, puta,” she taunts, running her dainty hand teasingly down her ass.

You merely scoff before replying in kind, “Sorry Angelica, I don’t kiss ass. But I’ll be kicking yours in just a minute.”

She only smirks in response bemusedly before beckoning you forward with one hand. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

Walking right into her trap, you start to grapple with her only for La Diabla to suddenly become the aggressor.

Before you could properly lock up, she winds you with a swift kick to the gut.

Clutching your stomach sorely, you look up only to be hit with a knife-edge chop of her own.

Wooooo! Wincing as a new wave of pain bite into your sternum, you instinctively stumble backwards with her in close pursuit.

Feeling like your chest was on fire, you couldn’t help but notice the downright cruel smile painted on her face as she “returns the favor.”

“Oh, La Diabla giving John a taste of his own medicine there, folks,” the announcer comments.

Now leaning against the turnbuckle, you start towards her only for her the top of her foot to slam soundly into your chest.

**** back into the corner with a grunt, she alternates with yet another knife-edge chop, before slamming another stiff roundhouse into your already bruised midsection.

Nearly doubled over in pain, you massage your pectorals with a wince as she teasingly lifts up your drooping chin with one finger.

“Had enough, John?” she mocks, cocking her head to the side playfully.

You responded only with a defiant glare, a gesture that somewhat visibly impresses the Latina.

Maneuvering you towards the ropes, she leans in to taunt you with a puckering motion before Irish whipping you into the opposite end.

Bouncing off the ropes, you had just enough ring awareness to duck underneath a clothesline attempt before halting your momentum right behind her.

As La Diabla twirls back around, you surprise her a knife edge chop that finds its mark on her exposed breast.

You start towards her to capitalize when she suddenly cowers out of grappling range.

Now howling in pain, she almost collapses into another ring corner while leaving you slightly confused at this sudden display of vulnerability by Angelica.

It seemed to be easy pickings for you, a chance to end this now hopefully in your favor.

And yet, you hesitate.

It was easy. Too easy.

You are now at a crossroads: either rush at her now before she could recoup or take the cautionary route and simply wait until she gets back up.

With the timer running out you have to make an ultimate decision.