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fight like this, but I guess there's a
first time for everything.”
    And if it weren't for you, William, I wouldn't be.
    I couldn't shake my feelings. They didn't disappear the
second he snapped his fingers and told me things wouldn't work out.
    Part of me wanted to be with him, however unlikely it
was now. And if that meant going to his stupid fight, then I'd be
there with bells on. Or whatever the hell a girl wore while sitting
in a jeering audience as two oversized, sweaty warriors threw punches
at each other.
    “ Great! I'll be looking for you, Rosie.” The
bus' roar was his signal to begin walking back to the studio's
entrance in the alley. “And if I don't say hello before the
fight, come to the back room later on. I'll have security put you on
the VIP list.”
    My lips quirked up in a smile. I'd never been a Very
Important Person to anyone.
    As I stepped onto the bus, my heart mended, even as the
terrible ache lingered in my loins, horny and wet as ever. If I
couldn't be his girlfriend, then maybe I'd at least get to be his
best friend.
    And why not? Given enough drinks or a seizure of
loneliness, sometimes best friends ended up fucking, and becoming
full on lovers.

    I pushed my way deeper into the smoky darkness. I cursed
myself for arriving so late, ten minutes or so before William's match
was due to begin.
    A big middle aged man and his ten year old boy slid
their legs back so I could find a seat. I took the empty space beside
them, grateful that the chatter in the huge audience drowned out the
sounds of them slurping on colas big enough to satisfy a giant's
thirst.
    “ I can't wait to see Will the Kill knock that ogre
out, Dad!” The little boy squirmed excitedly next to me.
    “ He better,” big papa said. “I've got
a couple Benjamins riding on Will in this fight.”
    I smiled to myself. I wasn't sure what I expected, but
it never crossed my mind that William actually had fans.
    An old timey bell clanged in the distance. The crowd
erupted.
    My ears were still ringing when a huge man stepped onto
the stage. Orange Coal lived up to his silly name in a very serious
way.
    He squeezed his large bulk through the ropes, into the
ring, hopping up and down like an oversized kangaroo. His orange-gold
trunks sparkled in the spotlight, and I saw the bright orange paint
lining the black ink sketched on his back.
    When he had his back to me, it looked like he was a
walking pile of coal, with flames ready to leap off his skin. His
tattoos were a lot like Will's, except sloppier and showier.
    The announcer's voice rang in the speakers, high and
excited. “Put your hands together for South Minneapolis'
undefeated champion, the coal miner from Kiev, who worships at the
altar of kicking ass...Orange! Coal!”
    I held my breath as another lean shadow stepped through
the opposite side of the ring. Two deadpan faced aides pulled the
long towel off William's back, and he raised his fist as soon as he
plowed through the ropes.
    “ And over here, we have the upstart, the underdog,
the man with the fire in his eyes and in his fists. Please welcome
Will the Kill, the city's Prince on his way to a throne!”
    I put my hands together. The roars were deafening,
punctured only by a few ragged boos from Coal's outnumbered fans.
    The announcer's voice was replaced with loud, savage
techno as the men approached the center of the ring. The referee in
his pinstripes grabbed one fist from each man and made them touch,
high above his head.
    Lights flickered. The whole place was possessed by
impatient expectations.
    Needles swirled through my blood, and I nodded my head
in awe. The theatrics of the big fight were far crazier than anything
I'd expected.
    “ Before you tonight stand two equally determined
champions.” The booming music faded and the announcer's voice
cut in. “Hold onto your seats as the rafters start to shake,
'cause this fight isn't over until one man punches, kicks, and
grapples his way to victory! One round. One hour