A weary looking FitzChivalry makes his way to the streets, seemingly not immune to all the recent violence, despite his long associations with the fight game. He breathed a heavy sigh before addressing those gathered around him, awaiting his inevitable announcement on the future of his business.

I'm going to keep this fairly short and to the point as there has been a lot of death lately and unfortunately we have not been exempt from it here in Vegas, losing old green in the conflict last night.

The plan was not for me to be sitting in the Don's chair, but I guess sometimes the plan has to adapt and after holding emergency meetings with Kurgan and Slash, I have been offered the opportunity to continue my former Don's work in The Strip and this is a chance I have accepted. 

I would not have chosen to enter the limelight under these circumstances, but now that I am in this position, I will endeavour to continue the green regime's operations here in Las Vegas.

Rest assured, already I have men out on the street making sure that our interests are protected and nobody takes this as an opportunity to stiff us with a light envelope. And, perhaps most importantly of all, green left me the title to the MGM in his will, so together with my fight contacts, I envisage being able to proceed with our second fight night tournament in the near future.

Anyway, that's enough from me for now; I'm sure you will here from me more in the coming days and weeks. For now, allow me to introduce my family, The Farseers.

HighPitchEric stands behind his newly appointed crime boss with his arms crossed.  His belly is touching FitzChivalry's arm awkwardly as he is standing way too close. 

I would shake your hand but I went to the bathroom and did not wash my hands when I was finished, so instead I will respectfully tip my hat to you sir.  Plus my nose has been running and I don't want to give you germs.  I hope you live a long and healthy life.  Cheers.

It was rare I got to party in Las Vegas anymore, I had somehow developed a massive gambling problem which required I stayed away from the big lights of this fine city.

Slapping FitzChivalry on the back I say "Congratulations on the new family, well maybe Congrats isn't the best word as it came in such a sad way. I am confidence you are the perfect person to continue the great work that green had been doing in this city. Now where are the roulette wheels?"

With that I walk off to go gamble my small amount of money away.

Lucius fiddled with one of the 20 rings adorning his left hand as he listened to his new boss make his speech. It was a good speech, cleverly worded and was probably the best thing he had ever heard FitzChivalry say. In fact, if he was being honest with himself, it was probably the only reason he had joined FitzChivalry and The Farseers at all; the speech had resonated with him that much.

"Boss, I'm sure green will be missed, but you're ready for a shot at the big time and the fight game is one that is close to my heart, so I am glad to see it continuing!" 

Lucius pauses for a minute, mulling something over. 

"In fact, I think I might still have a couple of fights left in these old bones yet. I've heard alotta talk about this "Disorder" guy" he said, complete with air quotes "and I think there is weaknesses in his game. I'm thinking maybe I should test this champion of yours, see if he still has it!"

The crowd of three, one being FitzChivalry himself, look rather awkwardly at Lucius, questioning his sanity. Had he not seen what Disorder had done to the other fighters? He had only just finished washing the blood out of his pride and joy; his huge green mohawk (lovingly tended 3 times per day). Lucius seemed to mistake their hesitance for acceptance.

"Looking forward to working with you!"