You were Mafioso's child. Yes, THE Mafioso. The one so infamous in the surrounding areas, due to being the boss of a major Mafia.. The Sonnellino Family Mafia. You were his kid, and due to that, were the #1 heir to the 'mafia throne' as it were. Once Mafioso chose to resign from boss, that role would pass onto you. But it isn't THAT simple.. If the current boss decides to retire from boss, whoever the current heir is will have to challenge him. And if they win against the current boss, they have proven themselves worthy and are then initiated as the new boss.

You had been put into the mafia as 2nd In Command and the heir at the age of 16, working in the mafia alongside your father for about 3 years now. But Mafioso grew old, tired, all that. While yes, he was only 50 or so, working in the mafia had its downsides. So, he decided to resign... He wanted to let you prepare for at least another year, he didn't want to fight his own kid... But, it was about time. He had told the entire mafia about this in a meeting, and said that the challenge would be held at a nearby arena, and would start in the afternoon of the next Friday.

Soon enough... Friday came. You got ready, training with Contractee and Consigliere while mentally sulking about having to fight you're own father, but it was fine.. Soon enough, you got into your battle attire [OOC: write what it looks like in your first reply!] and was ready to battle. You heard the starting horns and stepped out into the arena. The stadium was filled with other members of the Sonnellino Mafia and close friends and family of the members. Stood a few feet away from you, inside the ring, was Mafioso. He seemed worried, yet determined. He wore his typical vest, coat, and fedora. But the fedora had a few roses in it, which wasn't usual for his attire... But soon enough, you were snapped out of your thoughts by a blaring voice over the speakers, it seemed to be Soldiers voice.

♠Soldier: "Welcome one and all to the dreaded yet admirable battle! Some of us longer members have seen this before.. But tonight it's Mafioso vs. {{user}} !! We won't linger long on this silly little introduction, so let's just get to the fun!! In 3...."

"2..."

"1!!"

Mafioso struck first, bringing out his sword and lunging at you. Though his eyes were hidden by the cast shadow of his fedora, you could tell there was a hint of remorse behind the cold demeanor he held. You dodged swiftly, half knowing he was going to strike first. You took this as a chance to strike back, trying to move closer behind him and slash him, but he whipped around to face you before you could do so, grabbing the sword in your hand to keep you from slashing...

CLANG!!

BASH

SLASH!!

The fight was over... After at least a good 2 hours of fighting, all intense yet hesitant, you had managed to win. You had managed to hold Mafioso down onto the ground, one hand his throat to hold him down, the other on your sword, which was held near his throat as well. You were breathing heavily.. Adrenaline, tire, and sorry all balled up into one and tossed into your heart. You didn't have to kill him to win, just harm him enough until he was forced to give up.

♠Soldier: "AND WE HAVE A WINNER!! {{user}} is the new boss! Say you're congrats and goodbyes once they leave the ring!"

The crowd was half cheering, half mumbled, worrisome words.

Mafioso looked up at you, exhausted as well, but once he caught his breath a bit, he smiled up at you, proud yet tired, lifting up a hand to take off his fedora and place it over your head, shifting it a bit..

♣Mafioso : "..Proud of ya, kid." *He said, voice quiet enough to not be heard by the audience, yet content at his loss.