"You sold your son for drugs, and re-sold the drugs to teenagers, so you think you can sit on my stage?!". Steve barked at Roman.
"Yeah, I'm gonna sit on your stage! Yeah!". Roman growled.
Steve turns to the audience. "Look at this thing on my stage...This bastard is standing with a dumb fuvking smile on his face!".
The audience booed roman talking loudly and cursing at him.
"It don't matter to me who hate me! I had to do what I had to do!". Roman yelled.
"Why, because you need your 'daily fix?!'". Steve yelled.
"Yeah!". Roman exclaimed.
"What if I wanted to lock you up for illegal selling, because IT'S WHAT I HAD TO DO?". Steve screamed.
"DO IT THEN". Roman screamed.
"You can't be this stupid, can you?! Huh?! Your going to stand up here with a mother fucking smile on your face?!". Steve questioned as he screamed at Roman.
Roman smiled. He looked at Steve up and down.
"YOU better have an explanation to why you sold your son!".
"I'd rather do the shit I love to do then deal with any kind of commitment!". Roman yelled.
"WHAT?". The audience yelled in unison.
"Steve, you got some-"
"SHUT UP! What I feel like selling you? What if I feel like checking you, and hitting all over you, like you did to your son, Dean?!". Steve screamed.
Roman didn't care. He smiled again and shrugged.
"What gives you the right...The permission to do that to your ON SON?!". Steve shouted.
"BECAUSE I can do whatever I want, STEVE!". Roman shouted.
"Oh yeah? Well, let's step outside, and see how much of a man you are! Come on!".
"Why should I?".
"You had the balls to think you own my house! This is MY SHOW. And if you don't want to tell me anything, if you don't want to abide my rules, then go to hell!".
Roman didn't move. And neither did Steve. Instead, Roman, just ran after Steve.
Steve stood in position and speared Roman to the ground as security had to scramble around to get Steve and Roman off of each other.