Three months later, Michael Sterling was... restless.
The world had, for the first time in a year, stopped spinning. The "Championship" season didn't start for another month.
The "Championship-Class" (Lvl 3) Training Complex his dad was building was almost done. The giant, glass-and-steel "Fortress," as Steve called it, was a beautiful, shining, monument to their new "Dynasty."
Michael was standing in his new, massive, glass-walled office, just... watching.
He was watching his dad, Steve Sterling, who was still in a hard-hat, roaring into his phone at a terrified-sounding marketing agent.
"A DAIRY SPONSOR?!" Steve boomed, his "Partner" voice echoing across the (perfectly-un-spongy) new turf. "You want to put a COW on the sleeve of MY CHAMPIONS?! ARE YOU INSANE?! GET ME A ROLEX! OR A SPORTS CAR! I AM BUILDING GLADIATORS NOT MILK-MEN!"
Michael just laughed.
It had been the best summer of his life.
