Everyone knew what the outcome was going to be and with no surprises, Disorder disposed of any cockiness Lucius held and humbled him in the ring with the devastating blows he had handed out to the rest of his opponents. The guy was a machine and he was also a handy tool to use when a lesson needed to be learnt.

After the fight Fitz went back stage to congratulate his men, mainly Disorder, on putting on such a spectacle. Not only was this to make Lucius understand he wasn't Bertie big bollocks, it was also to give Disorder some practise. Soon people would come for his title and he would need to be prepared, this signalled the start of his preparation to defending his title. 

Fitz headed over to Lucius and clapped him on the back.

"Strong effort Lucius, you showed some character in there" Fitz lied. "You always have a way with words, I think I have something for you that you'd be perfect at. My old predecessor and I used to commentate on these matches, how do you fancy helping me out and stepping into his shoes and giving it a go for the next King of the Ring tournament?"

Lucius looked wide eyed at Fitz, flabbergasted that Fitz would choose him for such a special role but Lucius was up for it and in his mind he knew this was a job he'd be able to do well.

"Of course boss, of course I'd love to do it"

Fitz nodded, he knew the young lad would have a crack at it.

"Then I expect to see you here tonight when I announce the line up to the masses." With that Fitz left the Casino to find Slash, he'd need to know the line ups too if he were to run the books on the fights. Fitz still had his man Disorder down as a favourite but he had to admit, there were some tough fuckers in this tournament. Some real ugly ones too, particularly ones called Chase.