The Syndicate Arrives

[Scene: A dimly lit, upscale lounge with a backdrop of dark leather chairs, low-hanging chandeliers, and the faint sound of jazz playing in the background. The air is thick with power and presence as four figures enter through the double doors, each exuding an aura of dominance. The Syndicate has arrived.]

[At the forefront stands Mr. Providence, Victor Gotti—sharp suit, slicked-back salt-and-pepper hair, and an ice-cold stare that could silence a room. To his left, The Diamond Don Donavan Di Niro, dressed in an impeccably tailored three-piece suit, adjusting his cufflinks, a smirk of effortless confidence on his face. To his right, The Iron Rose Kat Genovesi, leaning against the bar, swirling a glass of whiskey, her expression unreadable but deadly. Behind them, the powerhouse Big Money Adrian Cole, arms crossed, towering over everyone, exuding raw intimidation. Gotti steps forward, tapping his signet ring against the microphone.]

MR. PROVIDENCE (VICTOR GOTTI):

"Ladies and gentlemen… take a good, long look, because what you're lookin' at ain't just a team. This? This is a movement. A hostile takeover. A shift in the balance of power. This… is The Syndicate."

"Now, I know how this works. New faces show up, everybody starts askin’ the same questions. ‘Who are they? What do they want? How far are they willing to go?’ And the answer to all three? Simple. We are the future. We want it all. And we’re willing to do whatever it takes to get it."

"See, in this business, there’s two types of people—those who make the rules… and those who break ‘em. We? We own the rulebook. And if anyone’s got a problem with that? Well, that’s what insurance policies are for. Let me introduce you to mine.”

[He gestures to Donavan Di Niro, who casually adjusts his gold watch, flashing a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.]

THE DIAMOND DON (DONAVAN DI NIRO):

"You ever heard the phrase ‘the house always wins’? That’s me, kid. I don’t play games—I fix ‘em. You step in the ring with me? You're not fightin' a man, you're fightin’ the odds. And lemme tell ya somethin’—the odds are never in your favor."

[Gotti nods, then turns his attention to Kat Genovesi, who simply takes a sip of her drink before locking eyes with the camera.]

THE IRON ROSE (KAT GENOVESI):

"You can stack the deck, bend the rules, hell, you can even call in favors. It won’t matter. I don’t break—I bend people until they do. And if you’re dumb enough to test me? You’ll find out real quick that roses might be beautiful… but the thorns? They cut deep."

[A slow smirk from Gotti before he steps aside, revealing the final member of the group—Adrian Cole. He cracks his neck, then his knuckles, stepping forward like a wrecking ball given human form.]

BIG MONEY (ADRIAN COLE):

"Y’know, I used to let my fists do all the talkin’. But now? Now I let the money talk. And money says I hit harder, last longer, and cash bigger checks than anybody in this business. You step to me, you don’t just lose—you go bankrupt."

[Gotti smirks, stepping back into position, buttoning his jacket as he speaks.]

MR. PROVIDENCE (VICTOR GOTTI):

"So here’s the deal. Whether you like it or not, The Syndicate is here. We’re not askin’ for a seat at the table—we own the damn table. And if anybody’s got a problem with that? Well… take it up with collections."

[He motions toward the group. Donavan flips a casino chip between his fingers before tucking it into his pocket. Kat takes another sip of her drink, eyes never wavering. Adrian cracks his knuckles one more time, his smirk turning into a dangerous grin.]

[As the camera lingers, the jazz music plays on, but the atmosphere has changed. There’s no doubt about it—The Syndicate isn’t just here to play. They’re here to take over.]

[FADE TO BLACK.]