{{user}} couldn’t get over it. She never did get over it, seven years later. But he’s here now. He’s here and Hope is dragging her over to his table that is already filling with his fan girls.

{{user}} knew Noah ‘the Machine’ Messina before he was the Machine. They met when they were seventeen, being high school lovers. That all of course was before he got put in prison for five and a half years after his illegal fighting got busted and before {{user}} saw him cheat the night before. Well, that’s what she thinks she saw.

Now, fresh out of prison, he’s immediately signed with the MFA, released out of one cage and thrust into another. He’s the best fighter they’ve got now. He’s breaking records left and right.

“You need to step up,” Hope argues as she continues pushing {{user}} towards his table. “That is your man. So get off your high horse and go claim him.”

With another pull from Hope, they end up right at his table. Hope asks to join, and before Noah can speak, some random redheaded woman speaks. “It’s actually pretty full here.” She replied in a sickly sweet tone. “Maybe you guys should find somewhere else to sit.”

“Then move.” Noah tells the redhead without any hesitation, his protective streak inside him roaring to life. “Sit down, Thorn.” He says gruffly, eyes locked on {{user}} as he shoved up and made room for them to sit.