Try to intimidate her by acting like you’re not even breaking a sweat. (Requires Sta 2)

You stand up and face Angelica again, and an idea comes to you. Even though she’s fought you fiercely and made you work for your points, you might be able to use your endurance training to put on a tough façade and pretend that she hasn’t really fazed you yet.

You try your best to ignore the pain and yawn theatrically, leaning casually against one of the turnbuckles. “Come on,” you taunt her, “you could at least give me a real challenge!”

La Diabla shoots you a venomous look and start stalking across the ring toward you, so you get up and walk to meet her, sauntering across the ring and trying to project confidence. “Or are you too scared? You barely made it out of that last hold. Maybe you won’t get so lucky next time—”

But you’re cut short as she launches herself into a spear tackle that catches you right in the midsection, taking you down to the mat. You land with a heavy “oomph” as the breath is knocked from your lungs. It seems your intimidation tactics have backfired a little bit.

“John shows his inexperience here as he makes a mistake that many ECL fighters have lived to regret,” the announcer explains. “Never, _ever _call La Diabla Roja a coward.”

“A real challenge? Careful what you wish for, pendejo,” hisses La Diabla. She follows up on her advantage by climbing atop your prone body. But instead of going for a pinfall—which she could probably have pulled off with you flat on your back and gasping for air—she seems to have something special in mind.

Perching her crotch just under your chin, she spreads her legs wide, subjecting you to a split-legged throatsit that has you red-faced and **** in only a few moments.

“What’s this?” The commentator’s curiosity seems genuinely piqued. “I don’t think we’ve ever seen this move from La Diabla before! She must really be determined to put the hurt on John. Let’s see if he can take what she can dish out.”

With all of Angelica’s weight bearing down on your throat, you find that...doubtful. And your worries heighten when she reaches her arm back and lifts up one of your shoulders, preventing her move from counting as a pin—she wants a submission from you or nothing at all.

You stare up at her from under her legs. Her body is as stunning as always, toned and smooth as it looms over you, and even as she presses down painfully on your throat you feel a thrill of arousal rush down your spine.

“I thought about sitting on your face,” La Diabla tells you. “But then you’d have been too busy eating my pussy for me to do this!”

Her free hand flashes out, and there’s a sharp smack as she delivers a vicious open-handed slap to one side of your face. Your cheek erupts in pain, but you can’t flinch away—her crotch on your throat is holding you in place. A moment later, the sensation mirrors itself on the other side when La Diabla brings her hand back across in a stinging backhand. She repeats the motions over and over again, smacking your face back and forth as she maintains her crushing throatsit. Your vision begins to swim, perhaps from her dazing blows or from lack of air, or both, and you desperately tap out to keep her from KOing you.

The buzzer goes off, but Angelica drives her point home with one last powerful slap before letting you up.

“Have you learned your lesson?” she asks you rhetorically as you stand, but you’re too busy massaging the feeling back into your face and neck to reply.

You’ve lost a point for a submission.