"A Politician without heart and soul..."

[Edward White, black slacks pressed and ironed, a light blue freshly starched shirt and a suit jacket that says "Yes, I own five mansions in New York alone" stood in the Defiance Booth. His smile was smug, his beard was freshly dyed with grecian formula.]

[He chuckles a little bit as he opens his jacket. The championship belt secured around his waist.]

"I think I can deal with that."

[White laughs just a little bit louder.]

"This is all a joke, right?

"All of it.

"Right down to this cheaply made belt, these barely sound-proofed walls, this cheap shag rug Defiance calls carpeting. Every single time I walk into this room, I'm reminded that someone less important than myself stood in here by the smell of smoke, the dingy stank of body odor or by leftover tobacco chew from Frank Dylan James.

"I laugh because I know things haven't changed at all."

[Edward White takes out a cigar from his front suit pocket, rotating it between his index and thumb.]

"When I came back to Defiance, it was the same old song and dance. Jeff Andrews hated my friend Cancer Jiles, it was no different from when him and I defeated The Untouchables and the Foreshadowing to become the now defunct World Heavyweight Tag team champion with Mr. Jiles.

"What was actually different? What stood out?

"Nothing. No One."

[Using a match to light his cigar, Edward puffed away ensuring an even light.]

"Aleco Dentari, you say otherwise. You make it seem as if my time in Season Three of Defiance was just a drop in the bucket compared to what you have achieved.

"Normally, I'd give the devil his due. I'd commend you on your victories, I'd give you a nod to all the despicable things you've done. I'd even admit that you were an alright Team Captain at War Games.

"But, what do you have to show for yourself? Why aren't you the Master of Wrestling? Where is your heavyweight championship wrapped around your lightweight body? Why aren't you where I am asking these questions to a challenger?

"To put it simply: You don't want it as much as I did."

[He breathes in, swirling the smoke in his mouth before releasing the particulates into the air.]

"While you were fighting with Heidi, Chris Cannon, Dan Ryan and all the other schmucks Elijah Goldman had brought together, I was being smart.

"I was sitting in my manor reading the Wall Street Journal, sipping on tea and dining on dishes more expensive than your burlington coat factor special suit. I was acquiring more wealth. I was investing in the present and future for this company. But most importantly...

"I was waiting."

[Edward ashes his cigar on the floor.]

"I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to come back.

"But I miscalculated. I didn't have things as planned out as I should have. I'll admit, I didn't account for things to happen that way. I did expect someone to throw my friend Hector Perez from the top of the cage and cause bodily harm to him. It didn't go according to plans with St. Sure. You can attest to a similar fact, Aleco.

"That's when you re-evaluate your goals, that's when you readjust, make new hires, make new business plans... and you TAKE what you want.

"I took what I wanted.

"I took it from The Untouchables. I took it from Kort, Sawyer, Box, Jones, Dewey and even you, Dentari. "

[White points down to his waist, where the championship has made its home.]

"But this championship, it's the only championship that means something. The Master of Wrestling, it's just a title, it's just a name that will lose meaning in a year when everyone forgets the struggles to get there. It will be out-shadowed by yours truly.

"Jeff Andrews can say what he likes, but the consensus is that this championship matters more around my waist that his belt does. And if economics has taught us one thing, currency must be accepted by it's users. This championship has been accepted by friends and foes alike.

"My championship is a rarity in this federation. And it's in my core competencies to want things that no one else has.

"It's why I've invested, collected and stacked money to the high ceilings in my manor.

"It's why I will hold onto this championship and defend it against the bible thumping lunatics like Bronson Box and the small time crooks like you, Aleco Dentari."

[Edward grins to himself.]

"We've all got our motives. We all have our reasons for doing what we do.

"Men like Box have chosen God as they reason to do what they do. They will murder, kidnap and commit unspeakable atrocities to get what they want.

"Men like you have chosen Crime. You steal, cheat and intimidate to get what you want. The difference between me and you is that my methodology is accepted all around the world from the New York Stock Exchange to Multi-National Corporations.

"But men like me are cut from the same bolt. We are one with the law but we know how to bend and manipulate it to work in our favor. We are high class, we are the pinnacles of society. We put down people like you, the unsavory and uncouth. We institutionalize people like Box, the dangerous and ravenous."

[He nods in approval of what he's said. Taking another chance to fill his lungs with smoke before continuing on.]

"Will there be blood?

"Most likely...

"Will I assign certain assets to this match?

"Absolutely."

[Edward White smiles.]

"And like the Warren Buffets, the JP Morgans and the Vanderbilts...

"I choose Wealth."

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