Dream It, I'll End It

Entry One: Let The Games Begin

(We open up to a boardroom at Devione Industries, Charlotte Office. After a moment you can hear the chatter of high ranking board members and team leaders of the branch as they begin to file into the room. They each take their places around the table, all opening up their briefcases and taking out various reports and tablets to connect to a projector at the end of the table against the wall. As they do so you see various secretaries enter the room with carafes of water, and cups of coffee for each of the men to choose what they would like to have during the meetings. These men and women chatter about random personal things until on the other side of the room against the far wall you see a set of double doors opened by two more personal secretaries dressed in higher class clothing than the other women in the room. They hold the doors open as Allesandro Devastation walks into the boardroom, HIS boardroom. Over his right shoulder he holds the American Dream Championship of Wrestleworld, and as he walks every man stands up from their chairs and looks and bows to their boss. He looks behind him as you can see his old personal assistant Roland walking through the door with two briefcases. He sits one case at the head of the board room table, and opens the other showing a red, white, and blue velvet lining. He walks over to Allesandro, who just stares down at Roland with a look of disgust at his former right hand in the company. He takes the Championship off his shoulder and lays it inside the briefcase as Roland closes it and walks over to a corner of the room and stands there with it in his hands.)

“My chair…”

(Allesandro commands everybody in the room, as three of the secretaries, two of the business men, and even Roland himself try to make their way to pull out Mr. Devastation's chair. The businessman to his left was the first one there and pulled it out for him. Allesandro sits down and begins to open his briefcase, and the man behind him prematurely begins to push Allesandros chair, which causes him to quickly whip his head to the left and glare at the man, until he slowly walks back to his chair and sits down. Allesandro adjusts his own chair up to the table and opens up his briefcase by two thumbprint verification on the locks. He opens the case to reveal a screen along the lid, and a keyboard raises from inside the case. And as it turns out, in his intelligence and wealth, Allesandro Devastations briefcase was nothing but a portable computer. He touches a button on the keyboard and it raises once more, and he pulls out a few files before the keyboard lowers to its usable position once more. Allesandro flips open a single manilla folder, looks for five seconds, then closes it and sits it down.)

“Stevenson, go ahead with quarterly projections. Then when he is done I want a counterclockwise rotation of department reports from each of you until we conclude this meeting.”

(One man near the other end of the table begins to stand with a clicker in his hand showcasing his reports to everyone and Allesandro. After a few moments our Owner of the American Dream begins to click away on his personal computer, opening up a private messaging app in the Devione Industries Network. He opens the thread between him and his personal assistant, Kisara Balaur, and types in a new message.)

Allesandro D: Miss Balaur, while I am dealing with this meeting I need you to acquire information for me on the next man to be humbled at Wrestleworld. Please try and get the information soon so I may review it all on the plane back to the island.

(Allesandro quickly switches back to the current report being presented and scans over a few lines. He looks back at the current presenter, Stevenson. He looks over at the CEO before him and quickly clears his throat, clearly scared he is messing up as Allesandro narrows his eyes by a small margin and stares at him. Unbeknownst to the poor mongrel, Allesandro is clearly in thought about what happened this past Chapter. And for a show entitled loose ends, even more were now presenting themselves. While Asakura and Sabertooth did annoy him, being a set of particular mutts who didn't deserve to breathe his air much less be in the ring with him.  This fool, this clown in Stark came right up to him with a grin on his face trying to make a fool out of Allesandro. And while he interrupted the Owner of the American Dream, Allesandro did have to say he had balls to address him as he did right after he defended his Championship. But before he could go any deeper in thought, he noticed out of the corner of his eye a new message had appeared.)

Kisara B:Yes sir, right away. While I am running a full report I can give you the basics, this “Stark” has ties with Japan. And in another wrestling organization he has held multiple championships in a place called Strong Style Wrestling. And also, should be of note to you sir...He was also a part of the place you made your professional debut, in the Omega Championship Wrestling, and is still a part of it now.

Allesandro D: Thank you Kisara, I still have some contacts there. Worst case scenario I shall reach out to learn what this man thinks he is, since obviously he doesn't know who he is.

(Allesandro clicks over to the report of the second man reporting now, and as Nesbitt continued on and on about how the robotics division of Devione Industries, Allesandro was beginning to consider retiring him that day. Until he said something of actual importance.)

“And also Mr. Devastation, I have found a way to use drone technology to actually hold your Solidvision projectors while in flight to broadcast what we program it to. I could go further if you would like to hear it on the drone projects.”

“No Nesbitt, have a full report with test footage of what we are capable of and send everything to Miss Balaur. And when I have time soon I will overlook it personally. Keep it under wraps for the foreseeable future. Get the men who worked on it to sign confidentiality agreements. This news doesnt leave my company until I say so.”

(Nesbitt slowly nodded his head, but had a small confused look on his face. He finished up his presentation and sat down as another member of the board stood and began to display his findings in the departments he was over. Allesandro listened in, making notes as the men went on and on about news Allesandro could look up in five minutes. It did not matter what they thought, he was the CEO, and stock prices soared higher than they had ever been. He continued to listen to them, as he noticed another message on the DI Network from Kisara. He changed over to it and scanned her message.)

Kisra B: I have acquired the services of someone who can help with whatever information we need. She is already on Wrestleworld Island and has seemed to be a woman who can gather intelligence when needed. I'll have everything ready when you get into the plane this evening.

(Allesandro has a small smirk on his face as he reads that, and then looks to his board member to hear what he has to see. The board member sees the look on Allesandros face and thinks he is doing well and keeps going with gusto. The Dragon of Devione narrows his eyes in anger at the employee thinking he was praising him for a barely passable report on the charity division. The employee does not notice his looks and continues on happily. Allesandro has had about enough of this, with six members still to present he sends another message to Kisara.)

Allesandro D: While you are at it, get me information on the remaining reports I have to look over. I grow tired of these idiots keep going. I will read them on the plane. I will be announcing my leave as soon as the one from Charity concludes.

Kisara B: Very well sir, I will inform the pilot and the limo driver to be awaiting you. They should be ready within twenty minutes.

Allesandro D: Thank you Kisara, I shall see you at the limo then.

(Allesandro begins to put his computer to sleep mode, and begins to close it as he does. Right before he closes his case the man from the Charity division concludes his presentation. Allesandro stands from his seat at the head of the conference table.)

“Very well done to those who have presented so far. I will be taking my leave now to attend business off site. I will be reading the rest of the reports on my private jet to the Wrestleworld Branch of the company where I have pressing matters. Good day gentlemen.”

(Allesandro looks over his shoulder at Roland, who walks back over to his employer with the other briefcase. He opens it and presents the American Dream Championship to Allesandro as he grabs it and places it over his shoulder. He nods to Roland who closes that case, and goes and picks up Allesandros other briefcase and follows him out of the room. We cut to Allesandro a few moments later walking towards the front door of Devione Industries. As he walks you can see the employees clear the way like Moses parted them himself. They each bow and wish him well as he leaves. As Allesandro gets outside, he reaches into his silver suit pocket and produces a pair of blue tinted, silver framed sunglasses. He puts them on and walks towards his private limousine. Kisara is there waiting for him with the door open. He nods to her as he steps inside, and Roland slowly walks up to her and presents her with Allesandros other briefcase, and she just motions for him to put it inside the trunk. As he does so Allesandro clears his throat loudly enough for them both to hear, she waves to Roland goodbye and gets into the limo. It begins to drive off towards the Charlotte International Airport.)

Entry Two. Idle Thoughts, The Flight Home


(We open up to Allesandro sitting alone in one of the seats of his private jet. We are on the way to Wrestleworld Island so Allesandro can prepare for his upcoming defense of His American Dream Championship. He is currently going over reports from his meeting earlier that morning, analyzing data and typing in responses to the proper channels so his department directors can execute his vision perfectly for the upcoming years products and concepts, or find themselves in a new line of work. As he does you can see Miss Balaur bringing in a carafe of coffee with a smaller container with sweetened cream. She sits it down on the small table next to his seat and begins to pour him a cup into his mug placed on the table also. As she does he looks up from his laptop and at her, nodding that she may make it for him. As she does, Allesandro finishes up his last email and closes the computer up into his briefcase. As he finishes stowing it away she presents him his coffee and sits down in another seat on the other side of the table facing him. He takes a sip of his coffee and nods, then sits it down and looks at Kisara.)

“Kisara, these people have begun to give me a headache. I honestly believe that they think they can do what they want, disrespect me openly in front of the world and think there is nothing that will happen afterwards. They dream big, vast, and wide all in one. It is truly sickening to see. Between the incopitance I see at the office from those men and women who think they know better than me at my own company. But then I now have not one, not two, but three…”

(Allesandro holds up a hand with three fingers. As he holds it up he looks at it for a second and then makes a fist so tight you can see his knuckles begin to turn white. He slowly puts his hand down onto the table and uncurls his fist.)

“...Three mutts of a different breed want to step into my way. This fool Stark, somebody who I can not even fathom being anywhere near me somehow made his way to MY Island and came to me face to face. But once I get more information on this one I can properly drive him through the street and leave him in a ditch knowing his place. He will have the shortest career in the history of Wrestleworld when I get done with him, and even then once he leaves I will find everything he ever loved, and I will own it. Nobody disrespects me in that way on national television and has anything left to go home to when I am done. I hope he listens well when I say that he has nothing that can save him this coming week. Nobody can stop me from doing what I want, and defending the Dream I Own. He wants to be awoken from his dream, well that is just fine by me. I will drive my boot through his chest and enjoy every bit of it. The worst part of it is, he is not the only fool who stands before me. Two other men want to get in the way of what I am trying to do here. Two other men, who have had small glory around me and think themselves the ones who rule here. One who gained his glory right away from a man who was the fossil of his former self, and the other who gives the credit for his greatest achievement on my island to some kind of body paint and a multiple personality disorder. The first one...”

(Allesandro picks up his coffee mug and takes a long sip of it. As he sits it down you can see it is still steaming hot, so he just drank scalding hot liquid without even flinching. He uses his right thumb to wipe under his lip as he tries to still calm himself. He looks out the window of the plane.)

“Arata Asakura, the man who has run around playing a Shogun for the better part of a year and a half. Allow me to tell you something you are too young and too ignorant to understand Mutt. Beating Brian Daniels is nothing to be proud of, especially when you defeated him. I've seen him before, in similar situations as I grew up around this business. He lost a step long before you faced him, and in my opinion was only afforded the chance to be an Architect by Jaywalker is because Pendragon loved playing house husband and hated the spotlight. But Brian, hmmph, that broken fossil could have been beaten by anybody day one. You just happened to be the lucky man to be the first one to face him. And yet you stand there acting like that makes you something of a Champion. And yet you faced men like Raoul and Chad Kennedy for that title and while you won, you showed what kind of man you would be. You would face those who everyone knows had no business being in a ring with a champion. But you, being a disrespectful low class fool did it anyway. And here we are, many months later and you have no championship and I hold the Dreams of all America in the palm of my hand. And you know what the most hilarious part is, if I cared enough about the Shogun Championship you would have never gotten a second reign. You would have fallen to me instead of Jacob Senn, who in his own right is washed up more so than anybody would care to mention when you faced him the first or second time you stepped into the ring with that pile of trash from Chicago. Know that I spared you from waking from that dream you are in of being the best Asakura. I did that as owner of this Island, as Owner of the Dream itself. And I have every right to end your little dream anytime I want to. Soon you will know this, sooner than you think if you keep running your mouth. Because I will shut it, and when I shut it...you won't be able to open it again without wiring attached to the lower part of your jaw like a puppet. This is a warning Asakura, stand down or get put down like the dog you are. Because I am not anybody from your Shogun Division, I have no rules, and there is no limit to what I will do to put you on your Goddamn knees in front of me so you can kneel to me, the Owner of your Dreams too…”

(Allesandro takes a deep breath and picks up his coffee cup without even looking. He takes another long drink, and sits the cup back down. As he lets out that breath through his nose, the window fogs up like he was snorting smoke like a dragon. He smirks a bit before continuing.)

“And then we have Chris Sabertooth, another lowly fool in Wrestleworld who is delusional like Asakura. I will say this Chris, at least when you defended your championship against all worthy challengers. Between a King who had his head kicked in by Colt Montoya and had his crown broken so badly he has not been seen since, to the Architect who is straight out of a horror movie...and eventually losing it to somebody who can only be compared to a Leviathan who protects a lost city. But for you to actually think there is somebody, some other entity living inside of your head who you can just give your accomplishments too. You could see where I can look at that and see that you are a delusional idiot who has no place being even ringside when Allesandro Devastation defends his right as The Owner of your American Dream. I fight for people like you Chris, for those people in Aberdeen like you. I live better, I fight longer, and I demand perfection from every aspect of my life because I want people like you to look up and see somebody who you can be like. That is what it means to own the dreams of everybody with red blood pumping in their veins. And yet here we are, you, one of these people in the land I represent and you stand before me not to pay tribute, not to say thank you…”

(Allesandro takes a deep breath. His eyes become sharper and more narrow as he looks back out the window.)

“...And you should be saying Thank You...Thank You Mr. Devastation…”

(The smirk returns as Allesandros face lightens up a small fraction.)

“...It means that I must be the shining light in the dark. And trust me Christopher, you are in the dark. Ozymandias, Layne Driver, World Domination. You went from being the most dominant champion in the company, according to some reports at least. These things all have one thing in common when speaking about you. You lost at every single event Chris. You need somebody to look up to, you need a wake up call Chris. People will never admire you, not with what you let yourself become. While you went from the top of the mountain, at its peak...And you fell. And you have kept falling ever since. And now at the bottom of your mountain you look up, and the clouds have parted and you see man. A man who embodies everything it is to be not just a champion, but a God born King. And while I do not quest for a crown, I do embody everything it is to be the wearer of one. I stand here as a Tyrant, not because I want to be Chris. But because I have to be with people like you, because if I do not give you an image of what you should hate, yet somehow admire at the same time. Then how will you ever learn to wake up from the dream you encompass yourself with where you actually matter in my world in this day and age. And in that meaningless existence you will realize a few things. You will realize that you are insignificant in all aspects, and you should be proud of being that way Chris, because you are the only one who can be that person. You are the only one in my world...on MY Island...that can be a worm in the dirt that I step on to reach the pedestal I stand on every day. And the other thing somebody like you will realize is this, is that deep inside your miserable nature that you have to live in. Is that once I'm gone, once I have had my fill of this and move on towards another quest in this life, that inside of you is dormant right now but lies a Tyrant. I do this so one day people like you can be like me, can actually live your dreams instead of having them lived through me. But until then Chris, much like I told the other dog...Stand down or get put down. Because I have no qualms about taking every bit of my right foot and driving it through your ungrateful breast bone and stomping your heart out, ending your dream once and for all. Remember that Chris, remember it well…”

(Allesandro finishes his cup of coffee and sits the coffee mug down. He pushes it away signaling Kisara that he is done with it for good, as she stands and walks over and grabs the cup she stops.)

“Sir, will there be anything else until we arrive on the island?”

“No Miss Balaur, try and get some rest until we get there. I will be receiving my report from your contact as we arrive and I will need your assistance then I am sure to go over important information and that of nonimportance at the time.”

(Kisara nods her head and makes her leave taking the coffee carafe and cup with her. As she goes to the secondary bedroom afterwards, Allesandro stands from his table and walks towards his private quarters. As he goes inside, he turns and closes the doors as the camera cuts to black.)

Entry 3.  information Best Served Warm

(We open back up to Allesandro Devastation and Kisara Balaur exiting Allesandro's private jet on the tarmac of Wrestleworld Island. Both look rested and calm, as they walk to a black Mercedes-Benz awaiting them to take them to their next location. Allesandro is carrying his American Dream Championship in one hand and his computerized briefcase in his other hand. The driver has the trunk open and takes the case from him and places it inside the trunk. Miss Balaur hands the man her bag as well as both Allesandro and Kisara begin to get inside the vehicle. Before they can, another voice can be heard clearing her throat as Allesandro turns to the dark was from which it came.)

"You may be needing some reading material for your drive Mr. Devastation."

(Before Allesandro can ask who is there, one Theodora Blackwell is seen coming into view in a black pantsuit and scarf. She has a manilla envelope in her hands and hands it off to Miss Kisara Balaur. Both women nod to one another as Kisara looks to Allesandro. He takes out his mobile phone and dials a number. After a ring a man answers.)

"Carlos, uno momento."

(Allesandro hands the phone to Kisara, who in return hands it to Theodora.)

"Carlos is my personal banker in the Caribbean. Tell him your account number and he will have the funds transferred to you for this information within five minutes."

(Miss Blackwell tells the man on the other end her account number. She waits for confirmation and then says her thanks for his work, and both parties end the call. Afterwards she hands Kisara back Allesandros phone, who in return hands it to him as he places it back in his suit jacket pocket. After he does he looks to Theodora Blackwell and nods.)

"Miss Blackwell."

(She looks at him and does the same.)

"Mr. Devastation."

(After she does you can see a black Lincoln continental driver up out of the dark, and stops at Theodora. She opens the door and gets in and closes the door behind her. The lights on the Lincoln then come on as she drives away. Also behind her you can see a blacked out Suzuki Hayabusa motorcycles light turn on and follow. Allesandro looks on, seemingly knowing that must be the Grim associate of Theodora stalking the shadows.)

"Make a note Miss Balaur, contact those two for a contract at some point. I need to see if Grimwood would be an asset to our Security Division."

"Very well sir."

(Both Allesandro and Kisara walk to their Mercedes and get in the back seat. The driver closes the door and the trunk and gets in the driver seat of the car. He starts the engine and begins to drive away off of the tarmac towards the main entrance of the airport.)

"Take Miss Balaur to Eden, and then drive me to my new home here on the Island right outside of the Capitol."

(The driver nods and begins to drive. As he does Kisara opens the file Theodora gave her to browse, scanning line by line as Allesandro just looks out the window with a scowl on his face.)

"Sir, this information she got for us. Some of it seems to be useful. Listen to this. He is a multiple time Champion in an organization he owns in Japan, so it would seem he is formidable in the strong style techniques of Wrestling. But it seems he does have some issues with his mental status."

"...Meaning?..."

"It looks as if he seems like an anarchist in some sense, but a collector in others. Maybe a multiple personality disorder? Not completely sure yet. But I do know this much, according to this file here his main goals are not even ones he knows yet. But he does seem interested in the Shogun Division more so than yours sir. I would say he sees you as a meal ticket, and the notoriety of facing somebody of your caliber would make people look at him. Personally it seems like a suicide mission for his career to me. Why show up, and come after the most dangerous competitor in an organization. Some people like to go out on their shield it seems."

(Allesandro smirks at this and chuckles a bit. But Kisara continues her analysis.)

"Though this could be a personal mission for him. I have seen him try to interact with you when you have made your proclamations using your private social media accounts. He apparently had issues with your father before. He even stated he would, and I am paraphrasing here, kick your ass since he could not kick his. But seeing him in person, it looks like your father would have had no issue in crippling him even in his older age. But for him to challenge you based on that would again, seem like a suicide mission for his career. Everyone can see the difference between the two of you. There is no way he could stand any chance against you Allesandro."

(Allesandro stops looking out the window and looks at Kisara. He studies her for a brief moment before speaking again.)

"I know that Kisara. I know that this man has no clue exactly what he is getting into. Anybody with a brain could see that he has no clue about any of this. A man from his birthplace always seems to think that they have something to prove against somebody like me. He comes from the gutter, a place like New York City has some great places to see when you go to the right parts. But a man like that, look at him, Kisara, you can see the filth he rose from slowly buzzing around him like flies to a fresh corpse in Queens. A sickening thought I know, but a true one. And yet this fool, this clown, thinks that he can stand across from me in a ring on MY Island, in MY Arena, and think that somebody of his social status can ever keep up with somebody like me. This isn't Rocky Balboa, the training I have in the private gyms and facilities I own will always make me superior to a man like him. Just like the blood that flows through my veins will always make me better than a man like him. My bloodline is that of God's and Kings. His is that of rats and trash. Nothing he can do will ever change that Kisara. Genetics show I am better, resumes show I am better, physical aspects of this show I am better. There is no form of evidence on this planet that shows he has any kind of edge against me. So I feel as if I know what is going to happen when I face him…"

(Kisara closes the file, and looks at Allesandro and how he speaks. She truly admires this man, a man who always gets what he wants, always shows the world exactly who he is every time they try and speak ill of him. One could even say she may hold him to a higher regard than just a boss, but that would never be known to the public. As he continues on she keeps looking at him, and suddenly before she can speak the driver stops the car and signals to his guests that they have arrived at Eden Hotel. She breaks her concentration as Allesandro looks at her. After a brief few seconds she collects herself and begins to exit the car.)

"Goodnight Sir."

(Allesandro looks to her and nods before looking back out the opposite window. The driver finally gets back into the car after helping Miss Balaur with her bags. As he does he looks into the rear view mirror to Allesandro.)

"Take me home, I have one last thing I need to do to make sure this dog gets buried once and for all."

(The driver nods again, as he starts the car up again. He begins to drive towards Allesandro Devastations new private home in Wrestleworld on the outskirts to the Capitol. As he drives you can see Allesandros reflection in the side window. He has a calculated look on his face as he begins to crack a smirk. As he does the camera slowly fades to black.)