The penthouse in Birmingham. It's a little more full than usual, with James and his family staying over while their home gets remodeled due to the tornadoes that ripped through the city just a few weeks ago. The West clan were blessed to have survived the storm, as they were home at the time and the tornado passed over them and tore their house to shreds. They managed to save their most important papers and a few irreplaceable items, but everything else was lost amidst the storm, scattered to the winds. Truth be told, Ronnie and Toya were enjoying having them stay there, especially little Christina. It had them thinking of starting their own family....but not yet. There were still some loose ends to take care of before both man and wife could settle down and become the family they truly wanted to be....
The Montecito, huh? Worth 7.2 billion? Sounds wonderful. Tell me Romano, is Danny McCoy still president of operations? What about Mike Cannon. Is he still head of security? Did he and Piper stay married? Whatever happened to AJ Cooper...how much did you pay him to take the casino off his hands? What about that fine ass Samantha Jane Marquez...did you hit that yet? Is Danny's fiance Delinda still running Mystique? Have you met her father Big Ed, who ran the casino before Danny?
This the best you can do Romano...ripping off a TV show to puff yourself up like you're a big shot? C'mon man. Ain't nothing you doing brand new, so quit playing around and get back down to some real business.
It doesn't matter whether you have two nickels to rub together or all the money in the world. Money can't buy you what I have, Romano. I have a legacy that is unmatched in this business. Long after I'm dead and gone, people will still remember my name and the legendary feats I've accomplished. In HWA alone I'm already on the fast track to the hall of fame, being a grand slam champion and all. But you hold on to that one victory you have over me. Treasure it Romano, because that tainted win is the highlight of your entire career. You'll never have another win as big as that one, so I hope you had the picture framed for posterity.
Unlike you, who had a rich mafia daddy hand him a pile of money on which to establish a empire, I had to grind to build up my company. This career of mine paid for the building that I'm standing in talking to you and the wrestling world right now. Smart investments in the markets both domestic and foreign made that original blood and sweat money into a nice fortune. I'm not worth a billion like you may be, but I have more than enough. But enough about money, of which, even with your joining up with Senester, he still pays me thrice the amount he's now paying you. But hey, what's a few million to a "billionaire", right?
Do you really want to know why I'm asking you to motivate me, Romano? I want you to motivate me to come at you with a rage not seen since I broke Mastiff Demonaz's neck and gave Derrick Hall a concussion that he still has related symptoms from to this day. I want you to push me beyond my mental limits and into a place that only I can enter. I want you to drive me to hear the dark voices in my head from when I resided inside Dark Horse Towers. I want you to motivate me to fight you on your level, because clearly, I can verbally slaughter you without even trying. I can physically beat you without breaking a real sweat, or have you forgotten what happened to you when we faced off as I was on my way up the ladder to face Hans.
Romano, I've basically given you every opportunity to say or do something...anything...to justify why you have this title shot. And just as I open the door, you fail time and time again as you walk through it. First, you try to play like you're some tough guy hero coming off the plane, women in tow, and now you want to put on your business suit, slick your hair back, and talk like a boss, both of these after you've played the crazy man role and the role of a mafia made man on the run from the feds. You don't know who you want to be, and that lack of an identity isn't some nefarious plan to be "unpredictable", but merely a man who isn't comfortable in his own skin, which means I've already beaten you mentally before you even step through the curtain.
Best believe Romano that I'm going to stretch you out and put those bruised and tender ribs to the test from the very beginning. I'm going to see just how far you can go against this Angelic Enigma before I leave you behind in my wake, or before your buddies Talon and Senester can come to try to save you from your public and embarrassing humiliation at my hands. Since you can't motivate me to go to my dark place, I will break you down to your fragile core in the middle of the ring, and leave you there, beaten, broken, stripped and laid bare for the world to see....
...and they will see that you are not worthy of my throne or my crown.
Bow down Romano...bow down to an icon that's greater than you ever could hope to be.
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