No, no, no, yes.

“Are you sure about that second no ma’am?”

Nisha looked up from the paper she was reading and into the eyes of the man who had asked the question. She inhaled deeply, annoyed. Nisha wasn’t a fan of silly questions. She thought about threatening to turn his family jewels into rocky mountain oysters, but instead stayed silent. The longer she looked at the man the slower he understood this. Finally he nodded in agreement.

“Of course ma’am.”

He waited for a moment, but shuffled off as she turned her attention back to the paper. Nisha was organizing, well, she was having other people follow her orders on putting together the event that would happen later in the evening. She plucked the pocket watch out of her pocket and looked at the time. Nisha stood and set the paper on the table behind her. 

I have work to do. This all better be done when I get back.

Nisha caught the eye of the young man she had just been speaking with, he gulped and then quickly assured it would be.

Later that night

Welcome ladies and gentleman.

ButtStallion snorted in the back of the crowd.

…and horses. Thank you all for joining me for this spectacular night. Before I make the announcement I’d like to tell a tale. 

Long, long ago in a land far, far away called Ancient Rome, there lived a great trainer of gladiators. HAIL BATIATUS.

Centuries later, an expectant mother - knowing of the greatness of that ancient trainer of gladiators and wanting her child to grow up to be a strong and great leader of men chose to name him after the ancient Roman. HAIL BATIATUS.

Soon, that child grew up and turned to a life of crime. When he was just a goomba he graced the streets with his unique presence, fearless as he spat his curses. Many of us learned his name and kept an eye on him. He strived to be an Earner, a Made Man and he achieved his goals. He swiftly rose through the ranks of his family, impressing his own dominar enough to be granted the greatest of honors, a family of his own. HAIL BATIATUS. 

And now, the time has come.

Nisha paused for a moment as ButtStallion neighed with excitement behind her.

For now Batiatus is come to wrest the reigns of Godfathership away from the decrepit fist that currently holds them. Now the world will come to know the name that will inspire his new gladiators, and strike fear in the hearts of those that would oppose him. Now the world will come to know…

GODFATHER BATIATUS. HAIL BATIATUS.

She turned to speak directly to Batiatus.

I am incredibly honored to be apart of your team, to be one of your Gladiators. When I left the west and moved to New York I was ready for the big city, but it was incredibly nice to find myself and that pony, ButtStallion, be welcomed with open arms into your criminal organization. Before the passing of my late cousin Kaboom, we wrote letters back and forth to each other. She spoke very highly of her charismatic leader and when I met you I knew every word she said about you wasn’t just her sweet outlook on life. You truly are a great man. 

Nisha smiled and she never smiled. 

From the opportunity Godfather Curtis has given you, you have created an empire here in Manhattan that will go down in history just like the name your saint of a mother has given you. You’ve earned this through hard work and dedication. Congratulations! HAIL BATIATUS.

Curtis stepped forward from behind Nisha.

"Batiatus. Godfather Batiatus! I'm delighted to see you finally elevated to this esteemed position. Your time with me has been nothing but a succession of affirmations that this was the logical path you should walk. I'm over the moon to see you finally achieve this goal."

Curtis raises a glass and smiled at his friend.

"From the early hard graft of helping support Barry's crushing workload in the Warehouse, then running your own sterling Ludus and now, finally, sweeping the old man out from Manhattan to take your rightful place as Godfather, you have ascended to what you were always meant to be. A magnificent mobster in a fitting position. Hail Batiatus."

Curtis sank the glass of champagne and immediately filled it with turquoise liquid from his flask. The bubbles were never his thing. Turning once more to his friend and the crowd, he ended.

"Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go help the lads load up the truck load of cash Nisha just paid me for all those inflated platitudes! ..No, I kid, well done my friend. I couldn't be any happier."

Curtis hugged Batiatus warmly lifting him off the ground as he did so. Putting him down again he stood smiling at his friend before clapping him heartily on the shoulder and stepping down into the gathering to allow others to pay their respects. 

As Godfather Curtis finished his speech, Chun_Li took a dainty sip of her champagne, then closed her eyes a moment in pleasure as the bubbly liquid slid down her throat..She then raised her glass in celebration of this wondrous occasion. as she stepped forward to offer a few congratulatory words to her new Godfather..

Hail Batiatus!! I'm so happy to be able to be a part of this wonderful occasion, to see you rise above the rest to take your rightful spot as the new Godfather of Manhattan..It was the luckiest evening of my life when our paths crossed, and I joined your family..Its been nothing short of pleasure to work for a kick ass criminal such as yourself..Congratulations Godfather Batiatus!!

After a congratulatory hug, Chun_Li went in search of more of that fine bubbly liquid..

Ahh Godfather Batiatus, how quickly have you risen! What a journey has it been with you in this thing of ours my friend, I'm delighted and overjoyed to see that today you will be stepping up as a Godfather of your own district. I look forward to continue working with you to the advancements to this district, and even more so this city.

Roars in respect to the Dominus of House Manhattan

BATIATUS! BATIATUS! BATIATUS!!!!

It was the second time is an as many years that Guevara visited Manhattan. This time, as with the last time, the visit was well worth it. Years had passed but had been kind to the men in New York; and now Batiatus had significant enough clout to call himself Godfather, master of all he surveyed on Manhattan Island.

It seemed incredible for Guevara to think back all those years ago to when he arrived in the States via Cuba as a young man; doing little more than running numbers for Curtis. He remembered those days well - the days when Batiatus still wore the slanty suit. He was a giant then, as he was now, but Guevara's admiration for the man had changed. What was once a respect for the rank had developed into a respect for a friend and comrade - Che was as happy to see this day as anyone.

HAIL Batiatus! Truly I am overjoyed this day has come; even if it did feel as if but a formality at times. I am delighted for you - no one deserves it more. Now, let us drink!

n00b, do you smell that man?

Ragnarok reached over and smacked his friend in the face to get his attention. the dim wit was staring out the window as the people walked by

n00b still hadn't adjusted to city life yet. with a slow draw, he looked at Ragnarok and said he didnt smell anything unusual. 

It smells of cheese man, dirty fucking cheese. How can you not smell it?

ragnarok covered his nose as they walked towards Manhattan and Don Batiatus HQ. n00b followed up, smiling like the simpte he was. Nothing seemed to phase or bother him in the least. he followed along Ragnarok, unsure of what was happening, or who was doing what. truely, he was a moron. per usual, they where late. many important New Yorkers where already in attendance by the time Ragnarok stepped up and offered his respects to Godfather Batiatus

HAIL BATIATUS, Leader of men, visionary, and Gladiator for the ages. It seems like only yesterday we laid the foundation to your crew, and look at you now. You've slain that old bastard who had control of the city and made it yours. I don't need to inflate your ego, or blow smoke up your ass man. I'm proud of what you have done today. Few of us in the life reach Godfather once, but your linage has done it twice man. Your hardwork, dedication, and loyatly are the standard bearer for all mobsters to look up too.

As we celebrate this grand occasion, I offer up n00b for human sacrafise if you need to sate the thirst of unseen gods while we party away good sir.

having said his piece, he walked back into the crowd of people, searching for that god awful cheese smell.

BlackBlack approaches the crowd and steps up to Batiatus:

"Congratulations sir, I am sure you will do a great job in this role!

Hail Batiatius. Congratulations on your promotion to Godfather, I'm sure you'll make a great one.

Hail Godfather Batiatus!

I may be a simple moron who can't read, write, and frequently shits his pants, but I know something great when I see it.

YOU ARE SOMETHING GREAT! A MAN AMONG BOYS! A MASTER AMONG MUTTS!

You're the Shockmaster of your generation, and to say I've soiled myself in your great presence is an honor.

HAIL GODFATHER BATIATUS!!!

Rocket is walking down the street when he comes upto a crowd. He cant see whats happening from his height so he starts pushing past people legs until he gets the front. After seeing everything he steps forward. 

"Congratulations Batiatius on your achievement of the rank Godfather I know you will carry on doing a great job in your city and district. Well done sir and all the best."

Rocket turns round and heads through the crown dragging his gun with him.  

Congratulations Godfather Batiatus, it has been a pleasure working for you. There's no better feeling for us as members of yours to have been given a chance to work for you and see you rise to the top. 

Ryu takes out a box of Gurkha Black Dragon Cigar that he has taken from his shop and gifts it to the new Godfather.

Hail the new Godfather on Manhattan! Manhattan will surely shine brighter then ever. 

The table had seen better days. Booze sloshed out of clinking glasses atop its circular counter, ash, burns and butts from cigarettes and cigars alike were scattered in and around ash trays, and evidence of a couple classically messy Italian meals still dotted their way across the tablecloth like freckles on a disheveled face. Al was bleary eyed. He'd been playing cards for 16 hours and news had just come in about the boss' promotion. “Christ,” he started, standing and pushing his seat back with a loud squeal from the floor, “it’s a regular fuckin’ sauna in here, fellas.”

He excused himself and exited the building through the back door to find some fresh air, and for a cigarette, because too much fresh air wouldn’t do him any good either. The newly minted Godfather of Manhattan ran a crew for Godfather Curtis in Brooklyn when he took Alphonse into his family and the portly, Italian mobster made his bones. It was a show of faith he would never forget. Al didn't know a soul in the business when he started doing petty jobs for the crew, not a friend of ours, not a friend of his, not a friend of nobody's. He went back inside and splashed some water on his face in the sink in the bathroom and took a moment in front of the mirror to straighten his tie. The driver better be waitin' outside, Al thought to himself, as he checked his teeth for remnants of noon's manicotti. 

He'd arrived at the announcement just before it started. For that reason, he stayed nearer to the back. He was a big earner for the crew now, but he didn't need to make himself seen for his presence to be known. As natural an ascension, Al thought to himself as his boss crossed his mind, he could not recall. Al would protect the man with his life, such was the reverence the Godfather had earned with the consigliere. Capone would be drinking tonight, to health, success and fortune, and to the new Godfather of Manhattan most of all. 

Yeah, yeah, all hail Batiatus. Well done my friend, I'm glad the Rock could help you get where you are today. Its strange to think that only a short while ago you were held back, almost crushed under the weight of Barry's head, but now you are free, free to soar, like a bird, with wings, and stuff. Now that Manhattan Island is securely in your hands, and the Rock has finally gotten over his desire to blow up all the bridges leading to this esteemed island, no, no jabroni, not to hide brother Battyanus away from the masses, but to protect him further from their accusatory stares, those rumours were unfounded and never proven since the person who made them got buried in the foundations of his HQ... erm The Rock means since they went into hiding because of the shame brought on by their false accusations. Anyway, the Rock is starting to ramble, probably from the old age incurred whilst waiting for this moment. All that remains now, is for your to put your false teeth in, open your mouth, flap your gums, and tell us all how proud you are at what you have achieved with the Rocks help!

All Hail Batiatus!!! Omnes Batiatus grando , amator oves et cunctis animantibus terræ , qui dormierit cum tamen temporis, et abstulit caput Barri umbra evadere . Or words to that effect.

Congratulations on this great achievement! Hail Godfather Batiatus!

Congratulations on your elevation to Godfather.