I walked over to Carolyn, who seemed to be barely conscious and almost carried her to the dressing room. I then went back for Susan, who still lay sobbing in the middle of the ring. Neither girl said anything to the other that night, but I remember Carolyn muttering on the way back to the dressing area was "the bitch didn’t suffer enough. I can beat her worse" while Susan’s only comment to me was "I’ll get that cunt back...she’ll pay for this." Carolyn moved out of the apartment the next day, embarrassed I guess that I had seen her in such a state and Susan transferred to another college in a neighboring state. Every once in a while I think about the fight and idly wonder if a rematch ever took place, and I find I have this goofy grin and that old familiar warm spot in my jeans again.

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