The King: he got his start as an accountant or banker somewhere, and his slide into crime was astonishingly simple. He was such a greedy opportunist that it wasn't long before he was embezzling millions in ways nobody'd ever thought of, selling market information to the highest bidder, and gathering information on everyone and everything he could. Soon he created a number of restaurants to serve as various fronts--money laundering being the main one. Seeing the Don's success, he realized he could one-up the clown if he pushed for it. He acts like he already has--he adopted the moniker "the King," after all, arrogant fuck that he is. But he hasn't yet, after years of trying, and now it's pissing him off. Now he's in it not only to make money (and BOY does he) but also to out-shine the one guy who beats him without even trying. That. Fucking. Clown.
Colonel Sanders: While he doesn't much give a damn about the food he makes, he's still the closest to civilized in the whole bunch. He sees the King, dapper as fuck with his fancy clothes and waxed mustache, and chuckles to himself. The King is a fake, a fraud, but the Colonel is the REAL gentleman. Killing is something he finds most distasteful, almost as bad as betrayal. The Colonel doesn't turn in his allies. But that doesn't mean he won't do the same for his enemies. Oh no. See, the Colonel's with the FBI now, not that anyone knows that. He plays everything real close to the chest these days, since friends are so few and far between. Hell, ever since Dave died, and Wendy grew so distant from everything, the closest thing to a friend is the Queen. And damn, there's a woman with class! Colonel likes her. He's not the sort to lust after her; while he certainly appreciates her body, he's not gonna make a move in Dave's memory.