Hard to come back from a loss like that though. Her ego (her fighting ego, I mean) must have been totally shattered and her prestige shot all to hell too. Within days, everyone in the Quantico police department would have seen or heard about her getting choked out, having her beaten arse flung onto the gravel like so much trash, and her head mounted like a trophy – just one, and not even the most recent, of a long line of losers – while the winner enjoyed her victory fuck. Letting Kristin's colleagues watch that was the ultimate bitch-slap.
At least she didn't cry though, like Paula's other victims. Well, I expect she did later – alone or in the arms of her boyfriend – but she didn't let Paula see her crying. That wet blanket of a narrator (what was his name, Brad?) was the only one tearing up. Pace Kristin, Joanne isn't lucky to have him at all. I'd have been perfectly happy to see an elephant's head fall off the wall and turn him into tomato purée.
Dan (Kirstin's boyfriend) is the lucky one. Joanne got the booby prize.