Outside in the hall, Dundee and his wife Helen made their way to a postfight party. His face a blank, Dundee puffed on a large cigar.
"I'm stunned," Helen said to her husband. "I feel like I'm coming apart."
"Stay calm," said Angelo.
"But how can you stay calm?"
He looked at her. "Because if I don't stay calm I'll get sick," he said.
Dundee shook his head. "I knew it was too close for comfort. I told him to stop fooling around. He was giving up too many rounds. But I heard the decision and I thought 'Well, what are you going to do; that's it.' I prepared myself for this day for a long time. I conditioned myself for it. I was young with him and now I feel old with him."
Not much later, at his own party upstairs in his room, Spinks was wearing the red WBC title belt. Champagne was uncorked. Congratulatory telephone calls and telegrams were pouring in.
A man at the telephone yelled at Spinks, "Hey, Leon, it's Western Union. They have a telegram from some guy claiming he's your relative. He wants you to send him some money right now."
"Who is it?" Spinks asked.
The man at the telephone told him.