Marsiquillio Dibando is sitting down at a table in the middle of a large ballroom. All around him men are dressed in tuxedos, with various medals and ribbons pinned on the jackets. All the women are in formal evening wear as well. A waltz is playing and many of the people are dancing. Marsiquillio too, is dressed formally and has many different medals on his jacket. However, he is seated all alone, sipping on a drink and appears quite bored. His date, a beautiful blonde woman, in a yellow gown walks over to him.
Woman: Marsiquillio, why are you just sitting there? Please come and dance with me.
Marsiquillio: Didn't I tell you before to leave me alone? If I wanted to dance I would've called you over here myself. Now leave me before I get very angry. You remember what happened the last time you got me mad, don't you?
Woman: I'm going right now.
As the woman leaves Marsiquillio's assistant Rocco walks over to the table and sits down with Marsiquillio
Rocco: Hey there sir, how's everything going tonight?
Marsiquillio: Look at me here, Rocco. I'm dressed up like some stuck up pinhead at a banquet with all these morons. What the hell am I doing here exactly?
Rocco: Well sir, you have an official title here in Monaco, and are expected to attend certain Royal functions.
Marsiquillio: What Royal title do I have here? I don't want to be caught dead with these royal Asses.
Rocco: Do you remember buying that Villa last year? The owner of that property also receives an official title.
Marsiquillio: I remember now. Well I'm definitely going to sell that property as soon as possible. But anyway, do you have some good news for me, Rocco?
Rocco: Yes I do, sir. I've just got of the phone with the UTA representative and you have been booked in a non-title match against Devon Lynch on Monday.
Marsiquillio: (Slamming his hand on the table) YES! I'm back in business here. Let's get the hell out of here before I smack one of these pricks across their heads.
Marsiquillio gets up and begins to leave. He is walking with a renewed vigor, almost dancing out of the room. On his way out he fails to notice a rather large man standing in his way and he crashes into him. The two look at each other for just a moment and then Marsiquillio begins to walk away. However, the man grabs him and stares him down.
Man: Excuse me sir, but I believe you owe me an apology.
Marsiquillio: Oh, I see. And seeing as you're holding my arm quite tightly I guess you have me in quite a predicament here. I guess I'm just going to have to give in.
Man: Well go ahead then cause I'm not letting go until I hear it. (He smiles at the girl who Marsiquillio yelled at before. She is obviously delighted at what is happening)
Marsiquillio: Ahhh, I see how it is. You hooked yourself up with that skank and now you're going to try and impress her. Well good luck impressing her, because she nearly spent me out of house and home with a trip to Winston's. I'd suggest giving her a smack or two to keep her in line once and a while. It worked wonders for me.
Man: She told me exactly what you did to her, and it was way more then just a smack. In fact I think I'm going to show you right now what you did to her. Tell me how it feels, won't you asshole?
The man lifts Marsiquillio up by his neck, but suddenly stops and freezes. He slowly lowers him to the ground and let's go. Behind him, Rocco is holding a gun to the back of his skull.
Marsiquillio: Grab the girl two, she's a trouble-making bitch and I can't take any more chances with her.
Two more men dressed in tuxedos walk over to them. One grabs the girl's arm and starts walking away with her. The other man, along with Rocco escort the gentleman out of the area as well. Neither of them says a word as they just trudge alongside the men holding them. Outside a Mercedes ML430 pulls up to the entrance and Marsiquillio's men put the two people inside.
Marsiquillio: Rocco, deal with this problem. I can't have people thinking I'm soft. Since everybody saw what happened in there, make it public. Understood?
Rocco: Yes sir, everything will be taken care of. Need anything else tonight?
Marsiquillio: Uh, yeah. Please have the Valet send up the CLK. I'm heading straight to the airport tonight. I'm going to be in New York, preparing for Lynch.
Rocco: Okay sir, I'll get that taken care of on the way out. Good night sir.
Marsiquillio: Good night Rocco.
The car drives away with everybody inside of it. Marsiquillio is left standing there all by himself. After a minute or so the Valet drives up in a brand new CLK 55 AMG. Marsiquillio tips the driver fifty buck and hops in the front seat. In the passenger side seat is the IC title, which Marsiquillio looks at for just a minute. It looks like he says something to the belt before he jams on the gas and the car speeds away.