He'd finally snapped. The intense, unfair pressure the media had been putting on Anatoly had gotten to him and he'd completely and utterly lost him. Florence just stared at him in disbelief, unable to think anything else.

"You've... all right." She grabbed for his hand again, pulling him over to the nearest chair and pushing him down. "I'll - talk to the Arbiter, we'll get this match postponed, and you can get some rest, I'll get the doctors to look after you... you'll be fine. We'll be fine."

In rage, she whirled around to face Lex. "Look, I don't who you think you are or where you get off driving my player past his breaking point, but it ends now. Get out before I throw you out!"