After the fight

A short while later Katie was in the locker room wrapped in a towel. She was holding her phone, watching clips from her match. Seeing herself get knocked out butt naked... it was a new level of humiliation. She groaned, seeing the comments.

damn, girl can't fight or keep her clothes on!

What a loser!

At least she's got nice tits!

Yeah, and check that ass!

Near tears, Katie set her phone aside and put her face in her hands. Her coach was nearby, yelling on the phone. He hung up, furious.

"Somehow the ref won't throw out that bullshit loss." He growled. "This is clear cut cheating, I can't believe it! Someone must have paid them off, something!"

He paused, noticing Katie's obvious distress. He crouched before her, taking her hand.

"Katie, it's okay."

"No it's not!" Katie moaned. "My life is over!"

"It... it's not so bad..." The coach tried feebly to comfort her.

"Not so bad! I just lost a fight butt naked!" She pointed out.

"You know what? You're right." The coach admitted. "But you didn't just lose. That bitch Sydney clearly set this all up."

"So? What does it matter?" Katie said, hopeless.

"It matters because you can get even." The coach said, finally catching her attention. "I know you're expecting me to say 'be the bigger person' and 'turn the other cheek', but that's not how it works in fighting. You'll never recover unless you get out there and take back your dignity!"

There was a long silence. Then, Katie, still upset, but determined, nodded.

"You're right." Katie said. "I've got to make that bitch pay!"