The smartly dressed man sprang up onto the stage. No one had bothered to take it down after his highly praised ode to Hobbs. It had been a long and wild run to get to this point. He was feeling pumped. He had downed a pre-speech shake that MikeTyson had provided. The fashionable gentlemen didn't question its contents and had downed the lot. Now he felt like he could run a marathon, climb a mountain and maybe even beat Alina in a boxing match. Speaking of Alina he had on the fedora that she had inspired him to wear. At first, it was a joke, but it was quite nice and you could bring it to life with a snappy ribbon or coloured feather for those living on the wild side. He looked around the stage this time surrounded by Conqueeftador, the German Shepherds (Smuggled away from HeadCoach), puppet Void was being held by Toby the Colossus and of course the goats. The well-attired fellow certainly looked like he had put on some serious timber in the time he had spent in Detroit. He wasn’t up there with the serious mass monsters like Conqueeftador but he was looking beefy, almost like some kind of Big Beefy Boi. He smiled. Some people in the crowd had brought deck chairs with them. But not to worry. Today was a short speech. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, by now you may have heard the rumours that  HeadCoach has lost his mind and decided that this rag-tag bunch of roustabouts is fit to run a family here in the great city Detroit”

He turned and looked at an assortment of characters behind him and shook his head. HeadCoach gestures for him to go on.

“I am extremely grateful to HeadCoach for this chance. My family have been around this world for longer than I care to remember but it is the first time I have been given the opportunity. So thank you to Coach for believing in me. Just like my boxing hero MidpoinT the boyhood dream has come true. I won't make this speech any longer than it has to be. Some people have told me I am long-winded. I'm not sure why they think that.”

He chuckles to himself and smiles at the crowd.

“Honestly though, thank you to those of you who listen to me speak, for your kind words and of course donations. Thanks to those who have helped the BBB to become stronger than I ever imagined it would be. I won't stand here and thank you all by name. You know who you are”.

“FrizzleFry, I am sorry that my opportunity comes with your stepping down. I have been told by HeadCoach that you made your decision with thoughts of Detroit in your heart. Imperium has asked to perform for us in his cheerleader costume in remembrance of the FrizzleFry reign”

Imperium walked up onto the stage solemnly and sadly twerked his little heart out. The goats bow their heads in remembrance.

FrizzleFry tugs at the well-dressed gentleman's sleeve. “ I'm not dead, you know” he whispered. Shhh, you are running Imperium’s emotional performance. Imperium glares at FrizzleFry and saunters off the stage.

The well-attired chap claps his hand together in applause and the crowd slowly begins to follow. Many people looked on in sheer bewilderment.

“Thank you Imperium, that was lovely. Illuminatiated I am always impressed by the wide array of skills your city possesses. Now if you will excuse me I must go and shake some babies and kiss some hands”

Conqueeftador leaned in and whispered something in his ear.

“Ohh really that makes more sense”

The smartly dressed man patted Conqueeftador on the shoulder.

“Ohh and one more thing, the next round of MikeTysons boxing competition will be beginning shortly I believe so stay turned to that '' He winked at @MikeTysonand and ran off the stage into the next chapter of madness.

Eating a slider, Bob talks with his mouth muffled, "Wu'ell dh'un BE" before beginning to choke

As the biggest and beefiest boi around I am happy to see more representation at the top and I have the full and utmost confidence that BBB will not only promote better basketball but bring better ball play to everyone. 

Congratulations and keep up the hard work. Good hustle. 

There will be orange slices and protein shakes in the locker room if anyone wants to come by for a post-speech workout. 

HeadCoach looked as succulent as a cheeseburger as he stepped out to congratulate BBB in his least-creased pair of sweats, swatting on-lookers away with a swipe of his heavy arms on his path towards the man of the hour.

"BBB, you came to Detroit at a time when we needed you most - Hobbs waged war on mafia basketball, and mafia basketball won. That is how the history books will tell it and that is what his grandchildren will regretfully recite when asked why they don't get to visit their grandpapa at his maximum security holding in the Summerlin asylum, in a cell full of carved etchings of a fat man being massacred by book-learning dooflebrains. Though the occasion is made bittersweet by the resignation of assistant coach FrizzleFry from mafia basketball leadership, I am filled with confidence and optimism in your abilities to run a team filled with murderers of allied prowackers and bodyguards, just like the many Detroit leaders who have come before you. 

I wish you and Conqueeftador all the best and know that I am just a phone call away, if I am not busy with practice, maximizing my nutrition intake, or retrieving my wife from her modeling sessions for her new painter friend Steve, who insists the various nudes he has completed are purely from imagination based on their fully-clothed encounters, as any good artist is able to do. She is like the Mona Lisa, except sculpted by a heavily-demanding fitness regime and completely in love with me, despite what the nasty & mean-spirited rumors might suggest. 

Congratulations."

Hey there BBB.  You looked good in that Fedora.  You are looking even better as the Leader of Big Beefy Bois.

Congratulations my friend.

Iron Mike visibly pales at the mention of allied bodyguard murder but plasters on a smile for the big (beefy bois)  day. 

BBB from what I have seen you have all the qualities required to run a successful crew, the fire in the belly to make a difference, the ability to train consistently at a gym to make all kinds of gainz, (Maybe if a certain noodle armed person had took Iron Mike's advice on training they wouldn't have ended up locked in stocks again), fine skills as a mafia basketball commentator & full understanding of the Mug City rules relating to mugging.

As an incompetent but wildly thucceththful CL the only advice I have to offer is 1g of protein per Lb of bodyweight, eat clen, tren hard & you will reach your goals. Also keep your mind on whats important. Do not let the number 1 toursit attraction in 12th Street decline. You have a real community hub to look after! I believe it is customary to send a gift on this sort of occasion, usually money, a set of 4 corrupt agents. Iron Mike has your back with something even better. Free training down at Iron Mikes Muscle Maker & a 3 month supply of the "Sports recovery solution" which I have been supplying to Skidmark to keep him in optimum physical condition & ready to throw down a duel request at the slightest provocation.

Enjoy the new job my friend.