Belfast? More like Belslow…Like Too Slow to Get Up Before I Pin You For Three Seconds

Foster Nackedy heaves a heavy sigh. Think the heaviest sigh you’ve ever heard. We’re talking STRONK bench pressing Bobby Dean levels.

Magen, his ex-wife, looks concerned. “What’s wrong, Foster? This is the first day of the new Gray’s Academy. You should be happy.”

”I was happy, Magen, until I started reading the contract that Bathory drew up.” He’s referring to — look, I don’t expect you to go into the entire Rhine/Paxton/Foster lore. Just know a bad guy used to own this gym and now a slightly less bad guy owns this gym.

“Is there something in the contract you didn’t notice when you signed it?”

”Yep.”

Suddenly the doors fly open and two men walk through. One is a lawyer, and the other is a son of a lawyer

“WHAT UP NEEEEERDS?” the younger one shouts.

And now everyone sighs. Including you. Because Quinn Fleetwood is at Gray’s, and he’s also in PRIME.

God help us all.

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“Seanie. Can I call you Seanie?

“You’ve had a hard time getting your footing in PRIME. You lost a bit. Too bad that’s going to continue.

“Some people might think I got hired because Lindsay Troy hates me and my dad and she wants to see people beat me up. Well those people are losers, like you.

” Sure I’ve never won a match. But that just means I’m due. And you’re, like, old and stuff. So it’s time for the young guys to take over. Didn’t Phil Atken say that once? And only good things have happened to him.

“Troy is going to get a big surprise, just like you all will when I turn out to be the best wrestler this place has ever seen. So she may have thought she was getting one over on me, but she forgot one small detail.

”Fleetwood is an anagram for ‘we don’t lose.’ Don’t look it up, it’s true. And even it isn’t, you know what is?

”You can’t spell Quinn without win.

”Plus I have a jabber account now. SUCKERS!”