Disorder had met Fitz at his gym, he'd called his boss to ask what the latest was with the tournament and Fitz had informed him that the card was now full and the line ups had been made. 16 fighters would be going at it in order to take a shot at the title. That belt had looked good on Disorder, he wore it well, despite not taking it off at any point during the past few weeks, rumour was he slept in it too. Not that Fitz blamed him, it was a hard battle to earn that title and any man should be proud to wear such a thing.

Not only would they win a title though, they'd also win a grand prize of $1,000,000 and 10.00 Credits to spend at the MGM Grand Casino. A worthy prize for any tournament winner.

The fighters had flocked to Fitz's door when the next tournament announced and many had signed up with green also prior to his death. Fitz looked down the list of fighters and could see some real tough bastards amongst them.

Chase_TheWolves - Raoh (Las Vegas, Paradise)

Beowulf- - Aleksandr (Chicago, The Loop)

EricaWilde - Kurgan (Chicago, The Loop)

Stoner_Tony - Deces (Chicago, North Side)

Jezebel- - Woltrazz (Philadelphia, South Philly)

Aislin - Senza (Chicago, South Side)

BrotherHec - BrotherHec (Chicago, North Side)

CamillaBalistreri - Artus (Las Vegas, Summerlin)

Slash - Slash (Las Vegas, Summerlin)

Kurgan - Kurgan (Chicago, The Loop)

Mike__Dilingrt - StripheGotti (Chicago, South Side)

John_Scalise_Jr - GhostFaceJr (Detroit, Black Bottom)

Falcon - KateLogan (Detroit, Downtown)

Chong - BobbyMunson (Los Angeles, Downtown)

Torak - Tellurium (Philadelphia, Old City District)

Oblivion - Oblivion (Los Angeles, Venice Beach)

Now that the line up had been made it was time to announce it. Fitz had got his boy Orange to write up some flyers and asked Camp to colour them in with his favourite crayons. The pair had done a sterling job and the flyers were ready to pin up around The Strip so that everyone would know who was going to be fighting who.

Fitz had called in some of his new guys finanaveguy and Mrs_Doubtfire to help out with getting the flyers around town. Fitz picked one up and admired it, the colours really were spectacular. Fitz made a note to purchase Camp some more crayons for his hard work.

MGM Grand Presents

King of the Ring II

Knockout Stage 1

All fights will consist of 3 x 5 minute rounds.

Winners will progress to the next stage.

Fight 1

Beowulf "The Great" King vs Aislin "Ladykiller" Genovese

 

Fight 2

"Pretty Boy" Brother Hec vs "The Gentleman" Chase TheWolves

 

Fight 3

Tommy "Jumbo" Chong vs Marcus "Falcon The Freak" Jones 

 

Fight 4

Camilla "The Chosen One" Balistreri vs "The Immortal" Jezebel J

 

Fight 5

Saul "The Warrior" Hudson vs Bob "Awesome" Marley

 

Fight 6

 Mike "Bad Intentions" Dilingrt vs John "Bulldog" Scalise

 

Fight 7

 "The Nightmare" Vince Kurgan vs Erica "Silky" Wilde

  

Fight 8

 "El Terrible" Torak vs Scottie "The Great" Oblivion

 

Meanwhile as the flyers were going around town, Disorder was training hard over at Fitzy's Gym. The guy was a machine and extremely dedicated to holding onto the belt. Fitz had been making sure the guy didn't get flabby and unfit and had recently set up a fight between Disorder and another guy from his family, LuciusSweet, this way he could make sure Disorder was keeping in shape. Fitz knew Disorder would wipe the floor with the young lad but Lucius needed to learn a lesson and disorder needed to stay in shape, so it was like killing two cunts with one cock.

Fitz had started Disorder off with a few laps up and down The Strip, it was around 6 and a half Kilometres and it was a good way to ensure Disorder was keeping up to scratch. Once he returned from jogging Fitz got his man over on to the heavy bag to smash out a few rounds on that. Disorder pummelled it like he had done to Stoner Marley's face and Fitz took great pleasure in knowing that his man's desire was still there. Fitz knew you could put anything in this guys way and he would smash it to bits.

Recently the two of them had spoken about his green mohawk and he was undecided whether to shave it or not, now that green had died he wasn't sure whether to keep it there as a token of respect to his former leader or shave it off to signify the great loss he had suffered. Everyone knew the mohawk was a signature of Disorders and in fact many of his fans had taken to having a green mohawk of their own. Disorder decided he would leave it til his next fight to decide what to do.

Once the heavy bag was destroyed Fitz sent his man over to do some pad work and practise some of his kicking, Fitz had noticed that Disorder's kicking had been a great attribute and with his height he could easily keep fighters out of reach if he used those kicks efficiently. As ever Disorder was looking sharp, throwing together combos of kicks and despite the pads being there, he was causing Fitz's knees to buckle every time he kicked. These fighters were tough but Fitz just didn't think they'd be able to really challenge Disorder, the guy was an animal.

Finally to signal the end of his training session, Fitz had Disorder go a few rounds with some sparring. Fitz told the guy to take it easy but as always the red mist entered the big man's mind and he started hammering away at his boss. Fitz didn't mind, he knew he needed to let the man do what he needed to do and tried to throw a few flurries of his own, mostly missing but a few managed to land and he took some satisfaction in that he could still catch a fighter in his prime with a shot now and then. Fitz realised this wasn't about him though, it was about his fighter and prepping him for what was to come, so he would take the punishment for now, he needed to make sure his guy was in fighting shape.

Erica hears that the fight card has been set for the first round, a bit nervous but also pumped so goes to check out the lineup. Glancing the list up and down she finds her name on the seventh fight. It's the perfect spot, will give her a little bit extra time to train. She glanced over to see who she was fighting, suddenly all good thoughts went away.

Fuck.... You got to be kidding me.

She took a step back from the lineup card and began to think. "Am I really to fight my boss?"

A smile beamed from her face as she began to think of the possibilities.

This is going to be fun, how many people get to smack their boss around and it be ok.

With a chuckle she headed off to get a bit of last training in.

"Yo Aislin the flyer's been posted, come on man lets go have a look. I heard there were some pretty tough guys! I mean kid you're pretty scrawny to be honest." 

Easy D Aislin's bodyguard laughed slightly as a grinning Ais punched him in the stomach in retaliation. Easy D rubbed his stomach -Damn that woman sure packed one hell of a punch, no pun intended! Aislin flexed her muscles, "There's nothing scrawny about these guns. Bro . . ." She arched her eyebrow, "Do you even lift?" Easy D grinned, and managed to tug Aislin from her seat. "Of course I lift, I had to otherwise you would've never stopped kicking my ass, and I wanted to put up a fight. I mean, at least a small one. Do you know what they used to call me in grade school? Easy D the cry baby! and I haven't lived the name down yet and we've been outta' grade school for five years now." Aislin laughed as she remembered the ass kicking's she handed out like candy on the regular basis. Easy D grabbed Aislin's hand and tugged her out of the families headquarters, and across the town to view the flyers

Easy D pushed Aislin in front of the flyer

Fight 1

Beowulf "The Great" King vs Aislin "Ladykiller" Genovese

"Holy shit Easy D! I got first round pick hot damn!" They both whooped in delight, and scrambled off to go lift, and prepare for the fight to come.

"All done Boss."

finanaveguy opened the now empty bag to show FitzChivalry where the flyers once were. 

"Must admit the colours started to run on a few of the flyers during a couple of the short downpours we've had, but if anything.. it probably made Camp's colouring in neater. Really think he needs to invest in some better crayons, or ease off the hard stuff for a day. I've put them up in most bars, pool halls and barbers as advised. I also took a few and stuck them around the country on my travels."

"Is there anything else you need doing or are we good to go? Can definitely feel the excitement for this one growing after the success of the first."

finanaveguy waits for any further instructions, hoping his part is done so he can enjoy the fighting when it begins. 

Copies are still available though.

You know, if that's your thing.

The untimely death of Beowulf had thrown a spanner in the works for Fitz. He wasn't sure whether to give Aislin a bye to the next round or to find himself a last minute fighter.

Ultimately Fitz felt that he needed to give the people what they wanted and that was a fight! Fortunately, Fitz had a list of reserve fighters for this sort of problem and KateLogan's manager had been contacted to see if she would still be available to fight. Rumour had it Kate was an eager follower of the Fight Night events held at The MGM Grand and had wrote several pieces on it in the past in her paper, The Logan Review. 

Within the hour Fitz had got a call back to state Kate would fight anyone, anywhere.

"Get your stuff ready and head to Vegas then, you're going to be going up against Aislin from outta Chicago this weekend!"

Fitz put the phone down and called finanaveguy to make an update to the flyer.

Fight 1

"Golden" Kate Logan vs Aislin "Ladykiller" Genovese

Fight 1

"Golden" Kate Logan vs Aislin "Ladykiller" Genovese

(Full fight available HERE)

As expected the event was a sell out, fans from all of the country had been flying into Vegas to catch the event at The MGM Grand Casino, some didn't even have tickets but just wanted to be among the hustle and bustle and be able to witness the atmosphere on fight night. Fitz had got in early to ensure everything was running smoothly and he'd brought some of his guys with him to ensure everything went to plan. Disorder was also in tow, his fists tightly clenched and looking around for some of his potential challengers to show up.

Already the casino was beginning to fill up and the doors would soon open to admit the crowd, this was part of Fitz's plan, get the customers waiting around long enough and they will probably try their luck on the casino floor. It wouldn't be long now so Fitz decided to take his usual spot within the arena and a short while later the rest of the crowd began piling in. Steadily the arena became full and the atmosphere among the fans was one of excitement, as most had taken their seats the lights dimmed and a spot light shown inside of the cage, highlighting the ring and a sole person standing inside of it. It was the announcer and suddenly the crowd grew quiet

"LAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMAN. IIIIIIIIIIITS TIME!"

"On behalf of MGM Grand Casino & Events, we welcome you to a night of grand entertainment. With eight bouts, all limited to a total of 3 rounds of 5 minutes, fighters may win by knockout, points or by submitting their opponent.

Now, without further delay it's time to introduce the fighters.

IN THE BLUE CORNER, representing South Side, Chicago, it's AISLIN LADYKILLER GENOVEEEEESSSSSEEEEEEEEE." 

Immediately the Chicago section of the crowd gave a huge roar and Aislin acknowledges her fans with a nod in their direction, the fighter looked pumped and began shadow boxing in the ring not leaving her eyes off her opponent.

"Aislin looks well up for this one boss, this one might be an early finish." Scipio shouted over the noise, Fitz nodded, he was thinking the exact same thing.

"AAAAAND INNNNNN THE RED CORNER, fighting out of Downtown, Detroit it's GOOOLDEN KATE LOOOOOOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN."

The Detroit contingency gave a good cheer for their fighter but it was clear there was a larger crowd in here from Chicago.

Disorder leaned in towards Fitz "Jesus, these windy city lot travel heavy, there must be thousands of them!"

"I think you're right Disorder, I just hope those fuckers don't kick off if their guy doesn't win, though I'm not sure I can see past Aislin on this one." Fitz responded.

At this point, the bell rang and both fighters came out touching gloves.

The fight started well with both fighters looking up for it, Kate had seemed a little withdrawn before the fight had begun but now looked focused and sharp, swinging punches and kicks at the opponent that were connecting well. Logan's boxing background seemed to provide an edge when the fighter began parrying shots from Aislin and delivering some heavy counters. This barely registered with Aislin however, who continued to give as good as she was getting. Aislin managed to land a flurry of blows which left a cut above the eye of KateLogan, the Detroit fighter continued coming forward though and while Aislin swung a kick to the body of Logan, Logan had managed to catch it and sweep the standing leg of The Ladykiller, Golden Logan then followed up with a HUGE blow to the face, splitting the eye open of Genovese and then continuing to rain down blows. Each fighter was giving their all but both fighters were reluctant to give in and the end of the round was signalled after an attempted take down by Kate Logan, who wandered over to the corner and appeared to be blowing quite hard. The cut men quickly hopped in and worked on both fighters quickly before they came out once more to begin where they left off.

"This is a fucking slug fest" Screamed LuciusSweet, who was holding on to the edge of his seat, while Disorder was watching on, silently sizing up each fighter.

Again both fighters came out swinging, neither giving any respect to their counterpart. Aislin started off well and managed to hit Golden Logan with some great shots, and the round continued with both going toe to toe, this was an all out war of attrition. Both fighters seemed to have jaws of steel and when Logan pulled out a spinning back kick the crowd thought it was all over, but Aislin came back with a take down and both fighters began slugging it out on the ground. The cut above Logan's eye was getting bigger and blood was now streming down the fighters face, Aislin seemed to be exposing this and continually targeted that side of the face. The end of the round finally came and the fight was up for grabs, nobody truly knew who would win this one. Both fighters retired to their corners, the cut men got busy but it was Logan who appeared to be the more damaged of the two and once the ref called both fighters out, Kate took a little longer than she should have while the cut man added the finishing touches.

Down to the final round and for the final time, both fighters come out and touch gloves as a mark of respect for one another. Time to go for it now, only one could come out of this victorious.

Despite a boxing back ground Golden Logan had been delivering some amazing kicks throughout the fight and with a little more power this might be something that the fighter could capitalise on. However, Aislin appeared to be an all-round fighter with an MMA back ground and was able to deal punishing blows from both feet and hands. Both fighters were beginning to look tired now and the sting in the shots appeared to be less effective, that was until Kate managed to tie up the opponent in a clinch and began dealing some damaging knees to the body. The round carried on with Kate being the aggressor, taking the fight to the tired Aislin who seemed to be throwing less and less shots, Logan managed to score several more takedowns and the sound of the final bell was a welcome sound to both of these warriors. They had left it all inside the cage and had given it everything they could.

"I think this one is Kates" Disorder stated

"Me too, man, I think that final round just clinched it for her. The judges might have seen it from a different angle though, looks like they've reached their decision." Fitz exclaimed

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, WHAT A FIGHT, GIVE IT UP FOR BOTH OF THESE FIGHTERS!" The crowd give a roar of approval for both of the fighters.

The scores are in and the winner by UNANIMOUS DECISION IS...

.... GOLDEN KAAAAAAAATE LOOOOOOOOGANNNNNN"

The crowd go wild and Kate heads over to her fans to show her appreciation.

BrotherHec was in the locker room wrapping his hands before the fight. His trainer looked him in the eyes and nodded.

Youre Ready Brother. This is your time.

BrotherHec nodded back and put the mouthpiece in. As he began making the long walk to the octagon fear was setting in. He was afraid that he would lose and be humiliated infront of the regime. He feared the set back this fight would have on his life. 

He looked at the security guards making their way out with him. The music began to play.

The crowd was screaming. They were famililar with BrotherHec as he was the kind of guy who went full force into these kind of fights. He knew he was going to hit Chase and he knew he was about to be hit. At the end of the day only one person would be left standing. This was not going to the judges. This was going to be a knockout.

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It had been a long time since Kate had been in a fistfight. It'd happened, sure. Particularly in that stretch in her early twenties, hitching and walking her way from Texas to Vegas to Chicago and, finally, to Detroit. There'd been a lot of bars and a lot of handsy men... and a couple women. Kate stood in the ring, popping down to the heels and back up before stretching out her arms. It'd be good to let off some steam. She didn't know Aislin, and this wasn't exactly the ideal way to make a good impression... but what else was to be done?

Kate sat on the three legged stool in the corner and leaned back as Jennie tightly wound her blonde hair, nearly matching her golden shorts and tank top, so it'd stay out of the way. Kate cracked her neck and looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath and finding her center. Jennie was talking. A lot. Advice, seemingly. The crowd buzzed. Kate blinked her icy blue eyes and looked at her opponent. Then it was time to fight.

It was hard to really intellectually plan out a fight like this. In the first couple seconds, Kate was strategizing as she kicked with her right foot... and promptly got punched in the face. After that, animal instinct and cleverness took over. It was a blur that she barely remembered, even after: she was focused entirely on the moment. 

When her mental presence finally returned after the fight, she took another deep breath, scanning the crowd and wiping blood from above her left eye. As she was announced the winner, she nodded respectfully towards Aislin , pointed to the crowd of people from Detroit there to support her, and made her way back to Jennie, who was fretting over the fact that Kate was bleeding. 

Kate suspected she'd be sore for a while... but it was a good day.

Fight 2

"Pretty Boy" Brother Hec vs "The Gentleman" Chase TheWolves

(Full fight available HERE)

The crowd were still cheering when The Announcer began for the secound bout of the evening.

"LAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMAN CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION AS WE GO INTO OUR SECOND FIGHT OF THE EVENING"

The noise of the crowd subsided and the announcer took that as his cue to continue.

"IN THE BLUE CORNER, weighing in at 205lbs and standing at a height of 5 feet and 10 inches it's THE GENTLEMAN, CHASE THEWOLVESSSSSSSSS"

A mixture of cheers and boos were heard from the crowd and a bottle was thrown in the general direction of Chase, Fitz was happy to see that his security team were on top of things though and managed to find the culprit and eject them from the building (after suffering several broken ribs most likely).

"AND IN THE RED CORNERRRR, we have a King of the Ring former competitor, he comes in weighing 205 lbs and stands at 6 feet and 3 inches tall, it's PRETTY BOY, BROTHERRRRRRRR HEEEEEEEC."

The crowd went wild for this guy, clearly a fan favourite.

"Pretty boy? This guy's a right ugly C." Shouted LuciusSweet over the loud cheers, Fitz had to agree, the guy wasn't exactly a HighPitchEric but he definitely had a face for radio.

"I think he's dreamy." @Camp admitted, which left the rest of the guys rolling their eyes.

The referee called the fighters together to touch gloves and the fight got underway. Both men started the fight energetically, throwing punches in bunches and plenty of head kicks. Pretty Boy aimed a kick to the body of Chase, the latter of which caught the kick and took down his opponent with ease. Chase then began pummelling shots into the face of Hec, eventually Hec managed to get free of the hold and got back to his feet. Both fighters continued the high energy assaults on one another and neither looked like letting up. Two thirds into the round, Chase got his opponent onto the ground again and once more started hammering away at Hec's face which resulted in the "Pretty Boy's" face looking even uglier, if that was possible. Finally the bell rang to signal the end of the first round and Hec was looking the worse for wear, his nose was bloody and he was clearly out of breath. The break was a welcome one, he'd need to pick it up if he were to stand a chance in this fight.

The referee called both fighters back to their feet and the short break and some stern words from his corner must have gave Hec some much needed motivation as he now looked reinvigorated.

The second round began much the same as the first with both fighters giving it their all, however Hec was looking the more dominant and was pressing attack after attack. Mid way through the second he managed to score a takedown on The Gentleman and then another towards the closing moments of the round. Whatever the corner men had instructed Brother Hec to do, it was working. He had dominated the round and was scoring at will with his strikes.

BUT THEN OUT OF NOWHERE A HUGE STRIKE FROM CHASE, just as the bell signalled, sent Brother Hec to the other side of the cage. Hec was rocked, his knees were shaky, his eyes were rolling in his head, he was lucky it was the end of the round and his corner quickly went to work on their guy as there were cuts to both eyes now and his nose was freely pouring with blood.

The crowd were well up for this one, it was a great battle so far and there were a number of significant shots being landed by both men. Despite there being a bigger support for the Pretty Boy, the boos we had first heard for Chase now turned into cheers and people seemed to be getting behind The Gentleman. A girl in the crowd shouted "COME ON MY BEAUTIFUL MAN WOLF" and many of the surrounding fans whistled and laughed at her. Silly bint, Fitz thought.

For the last time the referee called the two men together to touch gloves and for the last time, these guys went to war. Chase began delivering some devastating blows to Hec. reopening the wounds that his cut men had attempted to close up. But it was Hec who was the aggressor from early on. He took down his opponent multiple times and mid way through the round landed a devastating blow to Chase, fortunately The Gentleman managed to recover quickly despite looking like he had been knocked out briefly.

After that it looked as if BrotherHec knew this was in the bag, sure he had probably landed the most significant of blows but there was no way he could know this was won, it was still way open Fitz thought. Despite this, he continued by circling around his opponent and keeping out of the way of most of his shots, looking to the timer regularly and trying to ride it out til the end of the round. Chase was trying relentlessly to dog his opponent but the Pretty Boy continued to stay clear of any dangerous shots that may potentially end the fight early.

Eventually, the bell came and both fighters raised their hands with the idea that they were victorious. But there could only be one winner. Only one of them would advance to the next round.

The announcer entered the ring and called out the scores.

"Mark McNulty scores this bout 29-28

Steve Chester scores the fight 30-27

and Gerald Nigford scores the fight 29-28

"AND THE WINNER BY UNANIMOUS DECISION.... 

PRETTY BOY, BROOOOTHERRRRR HECCCCCCCCC"

The crowd went wild and clearly this guy was beginning to be a fan favourite.

"They might be cheering now but they would be crying if this guy ever went up against Disorder, he wouldn't last 10 seconds let alone 3 rounds with our man mountain!" Lucious exclaimed.

Fitz agreed, nobody seemed up to The General's standard yet, but there were still plenty of fights to go and with fighters now wanting to train at Fitzy's gym, they could soon find themselves a worthy match.

Tony stood watching the blood paint the floors of the arena as the first round finally got going... it was a site to see, Tony could feel his heart pounding in his chest but was it nerves? was he scared? no... he was EXCITED! Tony could feel the adrenaline rush build and build as he watched Hec's fist almost crack the jaw of his opponent.

" I can't wait for my turn I want to win I want to go as far as my pops did before he passed away... I just pray I can do him justice and finally bring Deces that trophy "

As the match ended Tony slowly made his way outside for a smoke and thought to himself

" So many of my Father's old friends are here Chong, BrotherHec, dam even Kate is kicking ass... I better keep my shit together and kick some ass too ! Fight 5 Here I come ! "

HighPitchEric was falling behind on his earnings for FitzChivalry.  His gluttonous lifestyle was interfering with the bottom line and Fitz had decided HighPitchEric would need to work off the difference in his arena walking the aisles and selling concessions.  Besides, the exercise would do him some good.  Eric is handed his box of cotton candy bythe concessions manager.  He is told how much he is to bring back at the end of the night.  What Eric charges is up tp him, and he keeps the difference (the difference going directly to Fitz).  Eric trudges up the steps.  He makes it a step or two and sits down, completely winded.  He looks over at his box of cotton candy and begins to eat it.  Within minutes he is halfway through the box.  His mouth full and his fingers sticky, he gazes off at the ring dimly and waits for the next fight

Fight 3

Tommy "Jumbo" Chong vs Marcus "Falcon The Freak" Jones 

(Full fight available HERE)

 Once again the next fight would include a previous fighter from the last event. Tommy "Jumbo" Chong had been raving about this fight for weeks and was eager to prove himself again, claiming that Marley had got lucky to anyone who would listen to him, which was nobody.

As the crowd returned to their seats after the short break and the noise subsided, the announcer stepped out into the middle of the ring. The two fighters had entered the ring in a buoyed mood and were ready to fight. As they looked across the ring at one another the announcer introduced the men to the rest of the arena.

"...IN THE BLUE CORNER IT'SSSSSS TOMMY JUMBOOOOOO CHOOOOONGGGGGGG

AND HIS OPPONENT IN THE RED CORNER, MARCUS, FALCON THE FREAK, JOOOOOOOOONES"

The referee called the fighters together to touch gloves and the fight began.

Despite Chong and Jones throwing strikes at one another, both men appeared to be keeping a tight guard which meant not much was managing to slip through and hurt either of them. That was until mid-way through the round Chong managed to tie up The Freak in a Muai Thai clinch, he then delivered several HUGE knees to the body and face of Jones. Eventually Jones managed to get out of the clinch and both fighters began trading shots once more. Later on in the round Chong managed to score a takedown on Jones. In a desperate attempt to break free of the ground and pound The Freak managed to get onto his hands and knees but this left him wide open from further attack and Jumbo capitalised on this with some great shots to the head of Jones again. This was becoming a war and it now looked as if the eye of Falcon had been cut slightly. Despite this Falcon was starting to find his way into the fight and just before the bell rang he delivered a great combo to Chong! That opened up a cut to the latter's eye. 

As the bell rang, Chong headed over to the cage with a bloodied face, a surprise since he had appeared to be the dominant force in the first round.

"This could be a messy one" Scipio called over the roar of the crowd "That eye looks nasty!"

Already the ring was painted with blood and Fitz agreed, it would probably be a bloody battle given that both fighters had suffered bad cuts in the first round.

The round started off with both of the fighters throwing their fare share of shots and it seemed as if The Freak was doing the most damage, throwing multiple combos at Chong and managing to score a take down on his opponent. Both fighters then brought the fight to it's feet and again Jones started where he had left off and threw a damaging combo to Jumbo's body!. The fight continued at a fast pace, clearly both fighters had been working on their fitness prior to this as they didn't seem to be tiring despite this high octane battle. The blood running down Chong's eye was becoming a problem now and his cut man would need to get on top of it if he was to help his fighter out at all. Falcon was targeting that eye in particular and Chong was now having difficulty opening it due to the constant blood flow, instead all he could do was attempt to use his kicks to keep The Freak at a distance, that was until Jumbo Chong managed to wobble his opponent with a massive superman punch out of nowhere just before the closing moments of the second round. Falcon was dazed and ended up falling against the cage, Chong tried to press the attack and capitalise on the moment but Falcon was falling around everywhere and Chong couldn't seem to get a good strike on him to finish him off before the bell.

Both men returned to their corners and Falcon seemed to realise he was lucky to get away with that one, while Chong quickly headed to his corner to get his cut seen to.

As the referee called both men to the middle, the pair showed mutual respect by touching gloves. It was all down to this round, whoever won this one would win the fight and both of the fighters seemed to know it as they continued their exchange. Chong's corner had done what they could with the eye and it looked as if he could see out of it now, but Jones was still targeting that right side and when he swung a punch late in the round, Tommy Chong managed to slip the punch and counter with a devastating uppercut. With the round coming to an end both men were now looking tired, they were spent and both had given their all. They had finished up the final round in a clinch and embraced as friends once the bell had sounded.

"Who the fuck's won it?" Fitz shouted. 

The crowd had gone crazy as it had been a hell of a brawl and the place had began cheering for both fighters. This was a tough one to call, the judges had a job on their hands here.

"I have no fucken idea, boss." Disorder replied.

As the announcer read out the scores the crowd were on the edge of their seats...

"...AND THE WINNER BY UNANIMOUS DECISION.....

TOMMY JUMBOOOOO CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG.

slightly beat up, but still able to fight, Falcon stood in the center of the ring extremely disappointed. He reached over and grabbed the mic from the ring announcer.

I don't know what fuckin fight you judges where looking at, but I clearly took this fight. Jumbo is worse for ware, I say you judges are on the take. No doubts about that.

As the crowd gives mixed reactions to his statement, he waved them off.

I'd just like to apologize to my crew and my city for this epic disappointment. I gave it more than 100%, but sometimes you just get the shaft. I'll be in your corner rooting you on in your next fight Don Logan, I know youve got this in the bag.

with a last dirty look at the judges, Falcon threw the mic down on the mat and left the ring, possibly forever.

After listening to Falcon's rants Tony laughed...

" What fight was he watching? Chong had him weak in the knees like a bitch finally getting proposed to... "

Tony then as loud as he possibly could from the middle of the crowd shouted 

" QUIT BEING A SORE LOSER AND ACCEPT YOUR ASS WHOOPING! CHONG YOU KICKED HIS ASS! "

The crowd roared and applauded as chong raised his hands to continue enjoying his moment in the limelight Tony started to chant and soon Chong's fans joined in...

" Chong!  Chong!  Chong!  Chong!  Chong!  Chong! "

Tony then made way backstage to wait for Chong and enjoy a Celebratory Blunt

Disorder had been watching the fights with keen interest. As much as he was measuring up each of the fighters as potential opponents, he just enjoyed the bouts. There was a respect between all fighter, win or lose, just getting in the ring commanded respect. Hell, he even respected LuciusSweet a good deal more after he got in the cage with him. Sure he may have been shaking like a shitting dog and done all he could to back out, but once the moment of truth came, he put everything he had up and that's all that matters. He applauded the fighters as they left the cage.

"Well done! Great fight!"

There may have been one or two skeptical looks thrown his way but he meant it. And the combatants knew he did. He turned to Lucius and Fitz who were beside him watching with great excitement.

"There's some good form showing here so far! Looks like some fuckers are really up for the title this time round. Whoever ends up winning this thing, we'll have one hell of a championship bought this time around!"

He took his seat and eagerly awaited the next match.

John cheered for both fighters while eyeing Chong closely. He had watched the fight so that he could detect any weaknesses he could use to his advantage if he ended up fighting Chong in one of the later rounds. All of the fights so far made one thing obvious, this was going to be a challenging tournament so he had better be prepared. 

"Well, I guess it's time to lay off the smokes and scotch and get down to some real training" he muttered to himself as he put out his latest cigarette and headed for the door.