Who's valedictorian?

At long last, you & Tiff can stand still & relax. You contrast greatly with the official, with her striped polo & black pants & professional composure. She stands between you 2, holding 1 hand each. Thousands of eyes bear down on the ring. Your dripping dick, Schoolgirl's heaving chest, 4 sweaty buns, all under keen inspection. Your foe is, of course, smiling.

"Ladies & gentlemen, did we have a good match tonight?"

The cheap pop says yes.

"Both of these ferocious fuck fighters deserve the W, don't they?"

They agree, loudly, again.

"Well, too bad, 'cause only 1 can."

Tiffany stands at attention, head back & chest out. You just stand.

"If you been keeping score, you know who it is. So say it with me..."