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'I have a right to be here,' repeated Jack. 'I'm registering my wrestler.' And he indicated Big Rock.
Lord Veto looked at the massive figure of Big Rock, and then back at Jack again, still stunned. Warg the Orc had stopped approaching and was watching the scene, aware that something odd was happening, but not sure what.
'Your wrestler?' echoed Lord Veto.
'I'm his assistant trainer,' nodded Jack.
'He is,' said Big Rock, in a deep rumbling voice.
A small, smartly dressed dwarf appeared.
'Is there a problem, Lord Veto?' he asked. 'I'm Alexander Hobnob from the Wrestling Federation.'
'There certainly is!' snapped Lord Veto. He pointed an angry finger at Jack. 'I banned this boy from ever coming onto my land again, but here he is claiming to be the trainer of this Wrestling Troll.'
'Assistant trainer,' corrected Jack. He turned to the dwarf and said: 'This is Big Rock.'
'Yes, I know of Big Rock, I've seen him wrestle many times,' said the dwarf. To Big Rock he asked: 'And is this young person your assistant trainer?'
'Yes,' said Big Rock.
'In that case, Lord Veto, the boy is perfectly entitled to be here.'
'But this is my land!' burst out Lord Veto. 'My grounds! My castle!'
'And you have hired them out for the occasion to the Wrestling Federation, so our rules apply,' said Alexander Hobnob. He turned to the clerk sitting behind the registration desk. 'Please register this young man and the troll.'
With that, he turned and trotted off.
Lord Veto glared at Jack. His face had gone red and his ears were almost purple with rage. Jack was worried that he might actually burst.
'This isn't over, kitchen boy!' he snarled. 'I'll have my own back on you, see if I don't!'