30: An Xbox 360 with a Kinect for every room in his mansion.
Come to think of it, they should make Dibiase's character into a comedy gimmick that spends lavish amounts of money on stuff he just doesnt need, like actual gold wrestling boots, that just happen to weigh a ton and drag him down in the ring.
You are starting to get where he needs to go, but we are still coming up short. The boots are a bit much, but for a few weeks he could wear a robe completely sequined with gold doubloons that cause him to stumble on his way down to the ring because it is so heavy.
At televised events he can use a glorified version of MVP's Wrestlemania entrance where they hire local "models" to line the ramp with "DiBiase's Debutantes", with them all decked out in shiny, gold cheerleader outfits.
He can hire Regal as his trainer. He can hire Ryder as his sparing partner/lackey. If they surround him with enough personality then maybe he can either absorb it all or at least play the exacerbated straight man in his own unintentional comedy troupe.
With Regal as his trainer, he starts using his own version of the Power of the Punch (with solid gold knuckles, of course).
Ryder can keep borrowing nice things from DiBiase's personal gym that Teddy does not want borrowed. Every week it can be a different thing. Imagine the following pre-match promo:
Regal: Alright Ted, the thing that you have to remember about wrestling Daniel Bryan is that he is faster and more agile than you, so you cannot allow him to have too much separation between the two of you as that will play into that advantage.
Ted: OK. Keep him close and use my size advantage on him. I can do that.
Maryse: That's right, baby!
Regal: You cannot be too close to him though. He isn't called a submission specialist for nothing. He is very quick and nimble. If you are too close to him you won't see him go for a pressure point until it is too late.
Ryder [from the back of the room]: Ooh, that sucks!
Ted [confused]: So I can't let him get distance but I also can't let him get too close? How is that supposed to work?
[Ted then gets his first good look at Ryder]
Ted: What are you doing with that??!! That weight belt was given to me by Harley Race!
Ryder: Dude! I needed to get a few reps in today before the show! I figured you wouldn't mind.
Ted [incredulous and increasingly angry]: You mean to tell me that you took my solid gold-inlaid, full-grain, Vachetta leather weight belt given to me to commemorate my initiation into Harley Race's tutelage by the Hall of Famer himself and soiled it with your nasty-assed work-out sweat??!! [Maryse looks mortified] What in the hell is wrong with you??!!
Ryder [panicked]: Bro....I...What??...I...
Regal: Perhaps this conversation would be better held later? Perhaps after your match with the dangerous young man that can fold you like a pretzel in 50 different ways?
Ted [frustratedly seething (as things like this happen at least every other week) and staring daggers at Ryder]: Fine. We. Will. Have. This. Conversation. Later.
[Ted starts storming off]
Ted [shouting off screen]: AGAIN!!!
Regal [to Ryder]: You really need to stop doing that.
[Regal dutifully follows DiBiase]
Maryse [reaching for the offending belt and picking up like you would a very dirty diaper]: Perhaps I should take this and have it professionally cleaned.
[Maryse walks off holding the belt away from her body muttering in French]
Ryder [shouts to the departed]: Bro, I'm sorry!! [starts muttering to the now empty room] I don't see what the big deal is. I gots to get my reps in, man.