Time to go at it again.

No longer afforded the luxury of underestimating her opponent, La Diabla replaces her signature smug grin with a determined scowl as you two once again meet in the ring.

Knowing now to play to your grappling strengths, you start off as the aggressor with a swift knee to the midsection.

Putting just enough **** behind the blow to effectively stun her, you press your advantage by wrapping your forearm around her lowered neck and locking in a side headlock.

She instinctively claws away at any patch of skin she could find on your arms, but you hold firm.

Unable to wriggle her slender neck free of your bulging muscles, La Diabla alternates between scratching futilely at your face and cursing you in Spanish under her breath.

“I will be free, pendejo!” she hisses angrily, and sensing her struggles intensify with every second, you know she isn’t lying.

It’s only a matter of time before she breaks free, and knowing her boxing prowess all too well, you decide to take this match to the mat.

Straining slightly, you lift her up off her feet with the headlock still cinched in, twisting your hip around so that it touches her torso.

Grounding your feet as hers leave the floor, you take a quick breath before forcefully slamming her to the ground in an overhead judo flip.

You feel an audible oomph escape her body as you collapse on top of her, certainly knocking the wind (and possibly the fight) right out of her.

Wincing slightly with her head still trapped in your grip, Angelica’s slightly dazed stupor has granted you a moment’s respite, as the ring announcer’s voice booms to life once again.

“Wow! La Diabla’s fire has been put out hard by that savage side-headlock takedown, folks! John’s got her now, but the question now is: can he keep her?” the announcer exclaimed enthusiastically, a question now being fervently argued between fans in the audience stands.

Just when she starts to regain said fire, you keep the pressure on by tightening the head-lock around her neck, fully intent on submitting her.

Grunting heavily as your biceps flex against her throat, La Diabla can only bite her tongue defiantly as the referee hovers above you two.

“Tap, or snap!” you snarl angrily, punishing her resilience with more than a few uncomfortable squeezes.

Feeling her body squirming furiously underneath your torso, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of confidence as you look into her dark eyes, knowing full well that they could only hide her pain for so long.

Now sitting on her chest with the headlock still locked in, you’re in complete control.

Or so you thought.

While your attention was fixated primarily on watching for her visual capitulation, you had neglected to notice her long legs snapping up into the air to ensnare you in a hold of her own.