You see a door open then a red carpet roll out and then two women. Then you see a shoe. Slowly a figure emerges from the door. It's Johnny McIver. He's wearing a fur coat and puts his arms around the two women and walks down the red carpet. He walks with confidence knowing all too well that he is the sexiest mobster in the entire country. No one could challenge him this title was already his.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. My name is Johnny McIver and I am the sexiest mobster in America. Just look at me. I'm fuckin beautiful. Women get wet when they see me and some dudes get hard when I walk by. So to everyone else who thinks you got a chance I'm sorry but it's over. I won."

Henrietta was just walking down the street after completing a deal with one of her contacts when she overheard Wheeler talking on the soapbox at first she thought to herself "goodness,  more of this madness? bless their hearts.." until she heard Wheeler's idea for a competition for the title of "Mafias sexiest mobster" then she second guessed herself "oh my, what a marvelous idea" so she walked up to the soapbox and looked in Wheeler's direction and spoke. 

"I dont want to participate, I just want to leave this here for the winner is all"

She said as she proceed to place a small golden statuette with the words "For the sexiest of them all" etched at its base. with her contribution she left to continue her work day.

As Zipline listened to the competition being sprung to life, he of course did not think of himself. So when the gentlemen was finished speaking he quietly walked up to him to ask a very serious but short question.

Hello there sir, Wheeler is it?

Would it also be possible to nominate people, some out there are awefully busy and might not hear about this contest, or simply would be too shy to come and pump their own chest up to nominate themselves

Thank you for letting me know

Ronnie overhears someone announce a competition for the sexiest mobster in this country. He scratches his head as he walks to Wheeler confused, as the world already knows Ronnie is the sexiest man alive. 

“Excuse me sir. Did I hear correctly? A competition for sexiest mobster?” Ronnie says giving a grin “I believe you’ve found your winner. Tis I. Ronnie radke. Yes. You already knew this. That’s why I’m confused about this competition. Should I just collect my winnings now? Or wait till the rest of these ugly fuckers leave?”

I hereby nominate Cromwell.

I'm sure someone else will second my choice, so let us all already enjoy his suave writer curves, his ink tainted clothes and burrito after shave !

As Zipline heard the ruling from Wheeler, which was way more fair and clear and logical than the ones done recently by some certain judge he rejoiced. For he felt 1 man could potentially be overlooked in this contest. As he heard his own Godfather already voice the nomination he was hoping to do, he knew he would rush after his esteemed leader had spoken to second it

I would agree with the nomination for cromwell, he for sure should rank up there with the most bodybuilding, gym fanatics for he possess something none of them do. It's his intellectual flair, the gazing eyes, the idea that he really sees you!! For the mind is a much more sexual weapon then those big buff muscles are only limited and cannot nurture carnal and intellectual needs of the sophisticated woman!!

"Now.... Now" Beetle shrugged "Sexiest mobster you say?" 

She was there minding her own business and couldn't overhear the loud announcement about this touchy subject.

She continued "I don't doubt that @Ronnie_Radke might be a leading contender in the sexiness department. I have had a few encounters with this beast during my endeavors and they ended up excessively sexy. Even though I can't help but nominate...."

She coughs and clears her throat before speaking out enough audibly for everyone nearby to hear her words perfectly.

"The man himself... Rick_Dalton" She pauses as she watches everyone's attention turn to herself. There was an uneasy scuffle and some of them seemed surprised.

"Yes you heard that right! This hippie-hating fine gentleman from Philadelphia, Ladies and Gentleman. So modest and humble. So pious and fun loving. He's the MAN. Give him love because he deserves it"

She gave them a small bow before exiting the stage leaving them bewildered. But she was happy that she made her point.

As the crowd gathers in the nearby square a stretch limo pulls up and a rather tough looking man quickly jumps out to open the door. Ivy glides gracefully onto the sidewalk looking like sheer sexiness in high heels. “Mr Wheeler sir, so kind of you to finally settle this dispute!”  She says before pausing to light a smoke. “I would like to participate and let’s face it. Someone has to represent the female population. These boys would look silly in pretty dresses! I would so love to see them in a dress all the same.” 
 

Ivy curtsies before her guards usher her away. Thinking to herself what fun this would be to watch play out.

vGoddess comes across a pointless competition. It was pointless because it is already known who is the sexiest here. It is herself.

She does a dramatic twirl before arriving in front of all the people gathered and presents herself.

"Oops!" 

With a hair flip, she speaks

"As you can see, I am Venus the Goddess. I guess that's self explanatory."

"You can visit me with some offerings of you have any prayers"

She winks before leaving.

Ronnie looks at his best friend Anton confused. He places a hand on his shoulder and leans in to whisper. 

“Mate...I think if they where dead. Decomposition would’ve surely ravaged them. But. If you want to bring a dead body to a competition based on sexiness. Go for it pal.”