It had taken a while, a titanic battle that seemed to rage all night, but it was over, and there was only one victor. With barely a quick shower, and a change of clothes, Chris stepped into the streets... into his streets to make his announcement, one that he had never dared dream he'd get to make.

Finally... The Rock, has seized control... of the Bronx. That's right people, The Rock, the People's Champion has done what he set out to do only 120 odd days ago. The Rock fought his way through a quagmire of jabronis, Monkey's nipples, 10lbs of crap in 5lb bags and Barry's 33lb head to stand top of the pile, king of the hill, WWE champion, Godfather of the Bronx. But it wasn't an easy task. The Rock sweat blood and tears on his rise to the top. The Rock laid the smackdown on jabroni after jabroni, checking each and every one of their candy asses straight into the Smackdown Hotel. From City to city, coast to coast, the Rock, like a man on a mission, did what he had to do. The Rock paid his dues. The Rock worked like a son of a bitch. The Rock talked trash with the best.

But... you see there is always a but... The Rock didn't get here on his own. The Rock is man enough to stand here today and admit, despite all his hard work, despite being beyond a shadow of a doubt THEE most Electrifying man in all of mafiadom, The Rock got here on the shoulders of Giants. The Rock thanks the late, great Whatsername, who had the forethought to send Curtis and the Rock's father across the country to New York. The Rock needs to thank Godfather Curtis, who saw something in the Rock, and sent him to help that jabroni Eddie Guevara, first to establish his family, and then to tame the Bronx itself. The Rock must also thank Guevara himself, who stood by the Rock and gave him a position of power within his own Family, and then sent the Rock out to consolidate the control of the Bronx. There are so many more that the Rock would like to thank, but he would be here all night, and truth be told there is a damn fine bottle of Midleton's 50 Yr old Malt with the Rock's name on it. The Rocks friends, in Philly, LA, LV, CH, DT and right here in New York City, you jabronis know who you are. Dr Kenneth Nosewater, who stood beside the Rock as it looked like the Bronx was about to disintegrate around us and helped hold it all together.

Finally... and the Rock does mean finally, we come too the Two most important, CALE and Martiii. Quite simply put the Rock would not be here today if it were not for the tireless work and dedication, and occasional slacking of these two guys. It makes the Rock's next announcement a difficult one. After much discussion and deliberation, Banshee will be setting up in The Bronx beside myself and Dr Ken, adding a finishing touch to what Ken, Eddie and I started all that time ago. The death of Martiii  could have seriously derailed the Rock's plans, but Banshee was there to take up the reigns and help guide us past the finish post. I present to you New York's latest family, The Rampant Rabbits.

Now if the Rock may borrow a speech from one of his ancestors:

I assure you my resolve has never been stronger. The war is over. The old Godfather of the Bronx has been defeated. We stand on the threshold of a new beginning. In order to ensure our security and continuing stability, the Bronx will continue to operate as one FAMILY which I assure you will last for a thousand years. A family that will continue to be ruled by this august body, a sovereign ruler chosen for life. A Family ruled for the people, by the people.

By bringing the Bronx under one law, one language, and the enlightened guidance of one individual, the corruption that has plagued other districts and cities in recent times will never take root. A strong and growing militia will ensure the rule of law.

Under the Rock's New Order, our most cherished beliefs will be safeguarded. We will defend our ideals by force of arms if need dictates. We will give no ground to our enemies and will stand together with our allies against attacks from within or without. Let the enemies of the Bronx and New York take heed: those who challenge our resolve will be crushed.

We have taken on a task that will be difficult, but the people of the Bronx are ready for the challenge. Because of our efforts, the Bronx has traded war for peace and anarchy for stability. Many people now look forward to a secure future and the Bronx will continue to grow as more people feel the call. If you smell-ell-ell-ell-ah, what The Rock... is... Cookin'?

Chris smiles broadly and grabs the aforementioned bottle of whiskey, pulls the cork out with his teeth and takes a generous swallow.

Dr_KennethNoisewater begins clapping for the new Godfather of the Bronx. As the excitement begins to boil down he raises his voice to speak over the crowd.

Chris, this has been a very long time coming. Since we began working together all that time ago I knew that you were destine for something... flashier. You've always wanted your name up in lights. Hell, I remember when you were just a wee lad asking people to smell your "cooking."

Since Guevara and I sent you out on your own I always knew that one day you would reach the prestigious rank of Godfather. I never imagined it would be in my lifetime, but here we are. I couldn't have asked for a better person to be working with, and I know you will continue to strive until the Bronx is better than ever,

Turning to Banshee; Dr_Kenneth raises his glass.

Banshee, I wish you the best of luck as our newest Crewleader here in the Bronx. After Guevara stepped down you took an increasing amount of responsibility and became a trusted adviser to me in our time of need. You have, without a doubt, proven you are more than capable of handling business. I have nothing but respect and fond memories of our time together, and I look forward to working with you as a fellow leader here in the Bronx.

This is a wonderful time for everyone in the Bronx, and once again congratulations to the both of you. 

Onikage is usually walking around with a permanent icy expression but today he cannot help but smile ear to ear in excitement for his friend after hearing his speech.  Rising from his lean against a nearby lamp post, Onikage straightens his suit and produces a silvered hip flask.  Slowly he salutes his boss with the small flask, makes some eye contact with him and with a slight wink proceeds to down a large mouthful of whatever liquid is contained within it.  Slipping the flask back into his jacket pocket Onikage gives his boss a final nod followed by a hearty smile from across the street before starting to go back to surveying the crowd again for anyone who looks displeased or threatening, as LHM he understands with any promotion it could attract potentially unseen trouble and may have to be dealt with at some point.  

The oriental man allows himself to look back at Chris every now and then and asks himself if he has ever seen his friend so happy.  Onikage felt so proud to be part of his crew and honoured that fate allowed him to have met him in the first place allowing for a life-long friendship that only death would separate and only a handful of people on the planet have. 

“Well done my friend….very well done!” he silently thinks to himself.

Curtis was very happy to see the completion of The Bronx. It had been a long time coming. If it wasn't for Guevara's problems back in Cuba, this day would have happened a long time ago but still, through all the adversity and challenges, Chris had finally arrived at the position his work warranted and his ego required. Curtis embraced his old friend warmly.

"Godfather Chris_Vaughn! Who'd have thought we'd ever see the day? After all the generations your line has worked, slacked, attacked and wacked-back, to see you finally here, a Godfather in my city, well, my chest might just about burst with pride. I'll certainly be returning to the drink this evening, that's for damn sure! Seriously though, I know you have worked tirelessly for this. You've been willing to take council and learn and show all you could in order to push yourself further than you have before and now. I am pleased to say you richly deserve this."

Curtis motioned for Chris to follow him into the lounge bar of his HQ. As the two walked into the room Chris saw the walls decked with white sheets over numerous objects he assumed to be paintings. Curtis motioned to the guards standing by each one and in unison, they unveiled the room. Chris failed to control his surprise as he saw the room lined with paintings by the prominent and immensely fashionable Salvador Dali. He looked around the walls and saw:

Sleep

Anthropomorphic Chest of Drawers

Soft Construction with Boiled Beans

 Apparition of Face and Fruit Dish on a Beach

Swans Reflecting Elephants

Metamorphosis of Narcissus

Curtis put his arm around his friend.

"Please understand, these aren't stolen. They are not ours. I have far too much respect for the arts and for Salvador himself to want to deprive the world of these. Instead I have struct a bargain with Salvador himself. He was a little strange to say the least but in cases of such obvious genius, exceptions can be made. Anyway, he has agreed to let me 'house' some of his paintings on an annual basis. Each year he will provide us with six of his paintings that are due for display in the US. When their time comes, the First shows will always be in New York and so the gallery will come here to collect them. At that time we will receive six more from Spain and so the cycle will begin again. In all you should have each set for almost a year. I was particularly happy to get 'Metamorphosis of Narcissus' as it says so much to me about you!

Congratulations my friend. I hope these bring you pleasure as you contemplate the matters each day as a Godfather brings."

He chuckled and clapped Chris on the shoulder. The two then rejoined the gathering before their absence became rude. Curtis walked over to Banshee and embraced her warmly.

"Banshee! A woman, a woman, my kingdom for a woman! And what a woman! My dear, I couldn't be any happier to see you here taking this role. I have wanted to see a strong female leader step forward and present a balance to New York and I'm absolutely delighted its you! I am certain you'll be a massive asset to this district and our city."

He embraced her again before taking a step back to admire her and Chris together.

"Oh and banshee, when this self absorbed asshole is too wrapped up in his collection of mirrors to be of any help, you can always swing over to Brooklyn and we'll get you whatever you need."

He smiled at Banshee and winked at Chris before heading back to the bar to get several drinks. 

DiamonDz was walking through the streets, when she over heard the commotion that was happing. Curiousity getting the better of her, she made her way over. Chris Vaughn had finally taken the Godfather position so she walked up to the man who was otherwise known as 'The Rock' to congratulate him on his achievement.

Congratulation Mr Vaughn, I see all your workouts and hard work has paid off well,

I wish you all the best.

With that she turned and walked back into the streets, disappearing in the crowd.

Britney was strolling through the streets, she had spent a lot of time there today since she was trying to just find something to do. She was jamming out in her head, and dancing through the streets when she noticed a large crowd forming ahead. Her curiosity got the best of her like it normally does, she stood in the back and listened. They were introducing a new Godfather to the land, she could have swore that Mr. Vaughn was already a Godfather but she shrugged her shoulders "Guess I was mistaken" 

She knew a congratulations was in order, so she made her way to the front and approached the new Godfather.

"Congratulation sir, I wish you the best of luck and a nice long tenure running the Bronx."

She gently shook his hand and continued down the street, picking up where she left off on her song.

Usually these mean little to me, and I ignore them. Today is different, and I'm sincere in my worlds. I am proud of you friend. This HONOR is a long time in the making. Time and time again you have proved your worth, determination, and value to whatever city you called home. On this day, you become the most electrifying Godfather the world has ever seen. To that, I stand proudly and applaud you.

Her family hailing from New York, Murphy had heard names here and there of the men and women who had taken over after her mother had retired. Back again on the familiar streets for a quick jaunt home to visit, she could hear the crowds gathered to congratulate someone. It took her a moment to locate the man and with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, she took his hand in her tiny one and shook it firmly. 

"Congratulations on this honor! I know that the streets are well looked after with you in charge and it does this girls heart proud to see what New York has become!"

Once her congratulations had been given she turned and slipped out of the crowd with a skip in her step. 

Redeemer had just finished making his deposit at the bank when he heard a familiar, very loud voice. There was Chris. He heard the wonderful news that he had been given the Godfather spot. Redeemer approaches Chris...

" I'm very happy to hear this news. I know you will make a fine Godfather, and I wish you nothing but success"

Dutch notices Chris making his speech a little way down the street from him.

"I swear I'll pay!" exclaimed the man in Dutch's grip.

Dutch loses interest in the squirming man and drops him to the concrete outside the betting shop, making his way towards the new Godfather of the Bronx down the street.

"My congratulations, Godfather. May your reign be long and fruitful!"

"Congratulations Sir, I am sure my late father would have loved to be here today, I send his congratulations in his stead,"

Misti raises a beer in admiration.

"Congratulations.  Well deserved!"

DonShaw raises a glass to Chris and congratulates him on being the new godfather and says to both chris and dr ken "anything the bronx needs from me only ask and it will be done"