Summary:

“Crazy fucking season, eh? Never thought they'd let a faggot like you back on the ice,” Hollander takes a step back, immediately moving out of the way as Rozanov charges from his right, catching Bernese seemingly off guard, not anticipating him to actually hear the chirp. His chest was shoved – hard. It hurts him through his padding before his collar gets balled up and Rozanov violently shakes him, momentum favoring the speed at which he jumps him. “Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to my team,” he snarls. ; There's a new dawn on ice. And with revelation comes resistance. And with resistance, comes the very fist of the one who changes the game. Montreal is not their only problem. But with Ottawa slowly establishing themselves as a household name, their word and play is law on the ice.