Ronnie stands in the middle of the Vegas strip once more. Cigar in his mouth he slowly puffs on it as he watches the horde of ugly people walk by, he sees a sexy woman here and there but they was mostly ugly and way below Ronnie’s high standards. He waits around awhile longer thinking about why all theses people look uglier than Ronnie. Then it clicked. Ronnie knew why! And he just had to let people know why! 

He brushes an old shoe polishing block, off and places it down. Standing atop he clears his throat as he smiles down onto the people. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, 

whilst stood here smoking my expensive cigar I had been thinking. Why is it that I. Ronnie radke. Am the sexiest man to ever walk on this beautiful country. 

And i think I understand why I was chosen. You see god gifted me with this gift, the gift of sexiness. And that’s simply because, I AM HIS GREATEST CREATION. His masterpiece, his ninth symphony. 

And im afraid to announce but there will never be another like me. No one as sexy. No one as awesome as me. 

I know i know it’s sad. Or you don’t believe me. But it’s simple facts. You all know I’m the sexiest. You’re all just too jealous to admit it. I know. I would be too. But just remember. You can look almost as good as me. I’m your dreams.”

Ronnie stood on his impromptu soap box and Bowed. Standing around to let the crowd that gathered marvel at his sex appeal. 

Laugh stands there listening to Ronnie. He raises his hand and clears his throat before speaking

Umm excuse me Mr. Ronnie, I have a question. You stated that you were god's great creation, his masterpiece, his ninth symphony, etc. You later stated there will never be another like you. Well, if you are the ninth symphony that means you aren't greatest because there eight others out there just like you. Would you like to retract your statements just clear this up or continue letting us all know there eight others out there making no longer God's greatest gift to bless our fair streets?

The young lad stands there waiting for Ronnie-Radke to respond to his comments

Ronnie looks Laugh dead in his eyes and groaned. “Ugh, that’s like saying a five year olds finger painting will always be it’s best work. Your work gets better piece by piece. Just because the shit we all have in the morning is the best doesn’t mean anything comes after it isn’t. Look at it this way. God had eight symphonies to practice. To master and perfect his skill. Then poured every bit of knowledge and craftsmanship into me.” 

He stands and hugs the person infront of him and smiles. “It’s okay to try to poke holes in my theory. I understand. I’d be jealous of me too.”

Laugh looks at Ronnie-Radke teeth as he began to speak. He noticed Ronnie saying a lot of words but could help notice he something in his between his teeth. He looks at Ronnie with a blank facial expression.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you were babbling on about how great you are along with whatever else you had to say. I just want to know you have something in your teeth. You must not be that great to not notice poor oral hygiene. Anyways continue to tell every how great you are but I get that gross thing out before speaking again

Laugh walks back into the busy city streets leaving Ronnie to continue ramble on

Ronnie rubs his teeth with his finger and stealthily rubs the but if steak on a passing woman. She doesn’t even notice. 

“My apologies, the diner down the way had an all you can eat meat platter. Irresistible, just like me..”

Rias stood in the corner, propped up against the building. She was waiting for something interesting to happen but instead caught herself listening into an ongoing conversation. Something about the sexiest man alive, gods greatest creation etc... The thought of it made her chuckle to herself.

" I AM HIS GREATEST CREATION. His masterpiece, his ninth symphony.  " The one man stated, causing her to burst out in laughter, catching a glare from both men.

"No offense but he's probably already working on his tenth. It usually tends to take that guy numerous tries to get it right and I mean numerous."

Rias smiled than shrugged, while still propped up in the corner.

As Ronnie was having a conversation with Laugh he hears what he thought was a cat in a bag being swung around. But he couldn’t see no cat...Just a woman. He looked her up and down and scratched his head. Could that really be the source of the horrifying sounds? 

“As you can see. God gave me the looks. But atleast he gave you that laugh for the protective measures I guess. Anyway. Where was I?”

It wasn't the first time, someone commented on her laugh. Sure it was different, annoying to some but it didn't bother her one bit. What was funny though was all this god talk. That dude was clearly tripping on some acid when this specimen of a man was created or perhaps he had too much wine... She was more leaning towards the acid though.

"I'm glad you enjoy my laugh, it's a special one I know but it wasn't created from..." Rias pointed up.

"Anyways, you were yammering on about this whole ninth symphony thing. I'm interested to see where this goes, so please continue."

Ivy sits back idly watching as the events unfolded in front of her. Finally against her better judgement she decided to speak up. “Ronnie-Radke I am sure that you fully believe that you are always right in anything that you assume, however simply thinking that you are right does not in fact mean that you are. Being Gods gift and all I am sure that you could possibly never dream that you are wrong about anything. When so clearly you are wrong.” 
 

Ivy stood there for a moment contemplating the 9th symphony debate. “Just like the 8 before you God always improves his works. Every time making the changes needed to make them better than before. Constantly learning, changing, and making things better each and every time. No one is perfect and you Ronnie are not excluded from that.” 

Ronnie hears two voices speak from the crowd. It was cat laugh lady, and a member from his family. They both speak of the symphonys and blah blah

”Hah! It must be hard not to be as smart as me. I’m always right. Why do you think I proclaim my sexiness? There is a theory. Amongst composers and the likes. That the ninth symphony. The NINTH. Is always the last composed before death takes the composer. Therefore I am the last. There will be no other. All the others before me weren’t ‘better’ they where worse. They where his experiments. His first time per say.” 

“Yikes!” Rias exclaimed. 

If any of this were actually true than she knew for sure that guy up there was for sure tripping balls. She knew that if this guy was his masterpiece shit was about to go down on an astronomical scale. It was all rather intriguing, well not the guy but rather all the behind the scene stuff. Unless and this was probably more like it, the man speaking had just woken up from a drunken stupor and was still a bit buzzed. 
 

“You know, I think I’ve figured it out. You need to stop drinking the kool aid, it’s bad for your health.”

"Uh...not again..." vGoddess murmurs as she finds @Ronnie-Rakde on the streets talking about him being the greatest and sexiest again.

Now she feels like someday people might even start believing him after having to hear the same thing a thousand times. It's time for her to do something. She walks a bit farther away to set up her own speech.

Ronnie’s facial expressions fade from his face as @RaisGremory accuses him of being a drunkard. He gasps. Then crosses his arms. 

“Excuse you ma’am. But do I look like Boozer to you? I am sober thank you very much. You’re just jealous that I’m sexier and that I won’t marry you to make you sexy ain’t that right! Just like me it is so obvious, that’s why you’ve all been mean to me!” 

Ronnies eyes widen as he thinks about the way everyone treats him. Everyone. Always mean to him, or calling him ugly. He now knows why. 

“Ladies and gentlemen. Are you only ever mean to me because you want me? Is that what this is? You’re putting me down because you know I’m too good for all of you? Shame on you! I am the sexiest man alive and Wheeler Knows this!”

Johnny sees his sexy Rival Ronnie-Radke again. Johnny was polishing his shoes and then tips the shoe shine. Polished shoes were always a necessity. The shoes make a man. Johnny is angry after he heard what Ronnie said.

"I'll let you know that everything you just said is false! I am the sexiest man in the universe. I'm sorry that you can't accept that. If god created you then the devil created my sexiness and I'll let you know  that being sexy from hell is way better than being sexy from heaven."

Johnny looks at the crowd of ugly people that has surrounded Ronnie.

"These ugly people are ruining my sexyness I must get out of here!"

Ronnie hears his rival in sexy get angry and make malicious comments about him being sexier than Ronnie, the usual jealous lies. 

“Say, Johnny-McIver don't they say the devil is God’s opposite? So. That would mean that god made me as the sexiest. Whereas you say the devil made you sexier. BUT with the devil being gods opposite. That would mean that the devil made you what he thought is sexiness. But in fact. He made you ugly. One of the ugliest I have ever seen. And believe me. I’ve seen some ugly women.” 

Ron says giving off a chuckle “Maybe next time my sexy brother.” 

Rias looks the man up and down, giving him a yes nod to his inquiry. He indeed very much so looked like a boozer, well didn't look like Boozer but a boozer... It was truly the only thing that could explain this madness that kept on ensuing. Or.... the thought crossed her mind briefly, perhaps he had just recently escaped the hospital up the road. The one where the patients wear those tight fitting white coats....

Rias shook her head, sure that was possible but her better intuition was telling her the boozer was the best fit. He was a fun boozer though, quite comical in his words.

"Ronnie, it is Ronnie. Right?"

She didn't let him answer before continuing on with her thought.

"I'm gonna disregard whatever that last bit you said was, to be honest I started zoning out. Was in thought about that hospital up the road. Have you ever worn a white coat? I hear they are quite snug, is this true?"

Rias chuckled briefly, was the same chuckled that apparently flattered him earlier.

"In all seriousness though, whiskey... vodka... tequila... what is it?"

Ivy approaches Ronnie one last time looking straight into his eyes before she speaks. “Ronnie. Do you not remember that little competition we had in the streets? The one where you paid people to vote for you and I still won by a landslide?” Ivy walks closer to him placing a hand on his shoulder. “I know it’s hard to accept when you are wrong. Even when you know better, you still only believe what you would like to think is true. That still does not make your assumptions correct. One day perhaps you will see that.” 
 

Ivy walks away turning back once more simply to say “Goodbye old friend” before turning away and disappearing out of sight.

Ronnie gasps and exclaims “Now now ivy. Telling lies again, I paid no people to vote for me! That’s absurd. The audacity on you Madame.” He says with an aggressive tone.

”As for the competition results. Of course you won. SIMP syndrome seems to be raging throughout our country. It should be obvious that I only agreed to the competition to see my theory in progress. And by golly was I right. Simps. Everywhere.” Ronnie shook his head in shame of the simp society. “I don’t merely come to these streets to proclaim my excellence. I do it to find the alpha squad. Those of us whom hunt simps. And send them back to the gates of hell! SIMP CRUSADE!” Ronnie shouts. 

Ivy hears Ronnie as she is walking away and turns around. “Once again you are mistaken as even one voter claimed you paid him yet I paid more!” she giggles rolling her eyes at him. 

Ivy approaches him once more “I do not lie Mr. Radke. You of all people SHOULD know that. You will come up with any excuse to make yourself right. Doesn’t matter what the truth actually is. You can not even consider the fact that you are actually wrong in your assessment. Which you are with out a doubt completely wrong this time.” 

“I can not speak about the simps of our country as I do not speak to many people, however I enjoy more of a challenge and would never settle for a simp. So back to the gates of hell with them.”