Broken Dreams

...A New Age Miracle...

We open up to Allesandro Devastation standing on the tarmac of Wrestleworld Airport next to his newly acquired Aston Martin DB11. He looks on as a plane is taxiing nearby and comes to a stop. As the rear hanger doors open you can see dozens of Devione Private Security and workers drive up in trucks and walk up with an air of caution around them. Allesandro has a satisfied smirk on his face as they unload whatever it is that is in the plane. As he looks on Kisara Balaur walks up with an ipad and is clicking away.

"Sir, it looks as if the new drone technology is right on time. Also there seems to be a private manifest onboard labeled "Ghidorah". Should I have it brought to the warehouse as well sir for testing?"


"No, have that equipment sent to my home privately, and make sure no one looks at any of it. If that got out, then there would be hell to pay. See to it personally."

Allesandro looks over to Kisara with a serious and stern look. She recognizes this look in his eyes, it's the look of a man who would kill to keep his secret projects a secret. He trusts her to make sure it is done correctly, and that kind of trust does not come easy for a man like Allesandro Devastation. A man who has the world against him, but also carries it on his back.

"Of course sir, I will accompany it myself."

Allesandro nods and walks back to his car. He looks back to the plane one last time before sitting down and starting up his car. The engine roars to life as he drives off into the night. As he drives through the airport gates and makes his way towards the interstate to get back to his ivory tower, his empire, he steps on the gas and speeds off into the night.

"Some people just don't get what I am. Some people just don't get what I do for this business, for this company. Layne Driver, some Mongrel who thinks of himself as an employee of this island itself, it's Gatekeeper, it's Landlord. Somebody who shoots from his hip about this world and how in a perfect world we would be this, we would be that, and how things would be different in each individual's story. But that's the key word when it comes to Layne Driver. This is some kind of story to him, this is some kind of heros take that they speak about at a child's bedtime. But this is not a story, hell this isn't even a Dream. This is a cold hard reality, which Layne Driver seems to forget about each and every time he speaks my name. Because Layne, I speak in reality. This isn't a pre planned well written storybook. This is the actuality that is life. And in this world, in this life, I am the evil that is necessary. I am the one who holds people down left and right so that I may rise. There is nothing wrong with doing things for one's self Layne, and yet you think there, in a perfect world, that  I would come here week in and week out for any other reason than myself. No...I am humanity at its core, whether you, Baker, or Matsuda wants to believe it or not. I want myself in the spotlight, I want to be at the top of the mountain, because it is where an aloha competitor belongs. You say you speak for the people of Wrestleworld, that you do this for them. But no no no. This Layne is what you do for yourself. To stand atop your soapbox and spew nothing but foul and putrid speech that makes the bile in my stomach rise to my throat. Yet you stand there, and you speak about me taking this island and only this island for myself. And yes, this is the kingdom I've chosen to take as my own, it was predestined for me to have it. But I stay here not out of fear, or out of laziness. I stay just here because I am the alpha competitor. I am the one everyone looks too as King, as a God..."

Allesandro shifts into a higher gear and the engine roars as loud as a mighty dragons roar. He flies down the road like he owns it, because this is his island.

"And they come to me, they come to Allesandro Devastation to see if they measure up. And allow me to tell you this Layne. You don't, Baker doesn't, and Stephanie Matsuda is far from measuring up to me. So I shall sit atop my Mount Olympus and watch as the peasants cry beneath me for a more benevolent God. And as the thunder cracks above them and the lightning reigns down I will sit and laugh, because there will always be more to come to try and usurp me from where I have sat. And I welcome them, I welcome every single one. Because this is not about padding stats, this is about showing each and every one of you out there that this is where the power lies. And one by one, as they step up...They will be sat down again. Because it is not money that gives me this, it is not my social status either. The fact I have this power is because I am who I say I am. I am Allesandro Devastation, the son of Kevin Devastation, and I am in this business more so than what my father ever could have been. I am a true God in Wrestleworld, I am it's Tyranny, and that is what gives me the power to do any damn thing I want on this island. I don't run head first into anything, because I do not have to. I do not have to jump half cocked to a title match with Stephanie Matsuda just because she wants it every chance she can get. Graham Baker does not control my fate and destiny. And you sure as hell do not control what Allesandro Devastation does next just because you think that the people want it done. So come Layne Driver, come and try to take the Championship from me, come and try to take the power in your own hands, and watch as you fall short in your quest once more! Because if you thought Matsuda was a challenge you couldn't overcome...try me. Because I will bury you six feet in the ground, not because I have to. But because I find it funny..."

Allesandro takes an exit off the freeway. He goes down a spiraling ramp and into the streets of Wrestleworlds Capital. He slows down and looks up through his windshield and sees the upper lights of Devione Industries shining bright in the night. He continues his drive slowly passing by other businesses.

"Stephanie Matsuda...You think you know what the Dream of the people is. Oh how cute of you, how cute of another Mongrel who stands before me to think she knows what's best for the people. Just like I told Layne Driver, allow me to tell you the same Matsuda. These people you represent, these good and just people with a dream. Who do you think they would rather be in life? Somebody like Layne Driver? A Landlord? No no no, they would become sick at the first of every month as some poor and pathetic parasite of society would be late on rent, would be trying to pull a fast one on them. He knows nothing. And somebody like Graham Baker? Somebody who is nothing but a court jester dressed up in red white and blue who spouts off at the mouth every chance that he gets about how he will be the one to take my head on a platter. He is delusional, Layne is delusional, and I would say that you also fit that bill Matsuda, because you are the worst of all. You actually think of these people, these dreamers, would rather be somebody like you? You are nothing but a cockroach who keeps surviving every little stomp that the world has sent your way on this island. From the failures with Violet Snow, to the failures with Worlds Finest, to the failures against Claudia Michaels for the American Dream Championship. The only time you were able to overcome any obstacle here without the world with you was against Jay Jones and Drago Santiago. A child in this business who started not long ago, and some idiotic small time pissant of a soothsayer. And while you survived Layne Driver at War of the Worlds, as you said yourself you knew you were beaten as soon as you heard my music."

Allesandro rolls the window down as he stops at a traffic light. He looks at the people walking by checking out his car and realizing who he is.

"This is nothing but the same old story with you, Matsuda, the same exact story retold time and time again. And between you and Layne Driver, I grow tired of stories enough where I would love to drive the heel of my boot through the next author's chest I find. It sickens me, and it sickens the people you claim to be the dreamers who would choose to be like you in their American Dream. But why be a cockroach, why be a fool when they could be someone like me. Someone who is on this island, who in this business is a God amongst men. People will choose power every time, people will choose the highest form of authority whether they can handle it or not. That is human nature, that is what I represent. I represent their true Dreams, their desires Matsuda. Nothing will ever stop that, whether or not I throw this Championship in the sea or melt it down, or simply just throw it in the trash. I keep it because it is a symbol of what I do for them, I keep it because it is a treasure I deserve to have. I keep it because this is my birth right. Something that a cockroach like you would never know about. But you want it, you want it so badly Stephanie that everything else does not matter in life. People like you are sick, twisted, and broken. For as much as you say I need this title to make me mean something, you are nothing on this island without it. It has been the only thing you have craved for a very long time, Stephanie. Before you won it you had to create something to combat Claudia Michaels, something to give you fair ground because you could not stand to be bested as many times as you were by her. So who really between us needs this title to have a name in Wrestleworld. Because I will always be it's Tyrant, I will ALWAYS BE IN CHARGE WITH OR WITHOUT THE AMERICAN DREAM CHAMPIONSHIP. THIS IS A OBJECT THAT BELONGS TO ME, NOT WHAT MAKES ME YOU MANGY CUR. And once again I will make sure that you realize exactly what your place is in my kingdom Matsuda. Under my foot, with your face in the ground with the rest of the worms. Then you can see what the real shadow is, and it is not from Kevin Devastation. Oh no, the shadow will come from me and my Ivory Tower. It will come from me standing as high as I possibly can. Because my company is a hundred times what my father started. My company is a hundred times what he ever envisioned it to be. And just like my father used his intellect to gain all his success in the wrestling business. So have I. That Sapphire case was won almost a year ago to this day, and I waited until the new year to ring it in correctly. As American Dream Owner. It was never about holding my head down because of any loss. It was about striking at the most opportune moment. Not while you were down and out, no no. But when the entire world would be watching. That's why at War of the Worlds I returned and cashed in the right I won at King Of The World. You were simply a pawn in the game that was taken as I positioned myself as the King. Don't worry Matsuda, you one day can hold this title again. Just know it won't because the people have chosen you, or because you have bested me. But it will be because Allesandro Devastation has thrown it in the trash so you can find it easily you little cockroach."

Allesandro Devastation pulls up to Devione Industries and stops in the front of the building. He puts the car in park and steps outside of the car. As a valet walks over to him he hands the keys to the young lad, along with a generous hundred dollar tip. The boy takes his Aston Martin and drives it down towards the underground garage as Allesandro looks up to his building once more.

"And when you stare at something as majestic as this, this building, what it represents, what it stands for. It stands for a family, a small group in that family, father and son, who made something and it passed through time and you can see why it continues to stand tall. Because the building may be new, but the message is old and true. We bring entertainment from the shadows to the light, just as I have brought these ungrateful no named Mongrels into the light. As I said before to Graham Baker, and as I must say again. I knew nothing of you, and I still know nothing of you or your past accomplishments. Not because I am ignorant, no no, you don't get to be in my position in life by being ignorant. But it lies in this and this alone, I know nothing of you because you mean nothing to me. You mean nothing to my father. You never have, you never will Graham. You can win every accomplishment under the sun and you will still mean nothing to me because your last name isn't Devione. It really is that simple. But please, keep spewing every accomplishment you've ever gotten in life. Care to tell me about little league? Maybe you got the lead in your school play...I'm not somebody who cares, and I never will care Graham. I'll never look at you as an equal, I'll never look at you as a threat, and I will never look at you as somebody worth the time to learn about. You are simply a small insignificant worm who is wriggling in the dirt for children to look at and be amazed by because a child's attention span is that easy to catch the attention of. It really is amusing, truly laughable that a small and non threatening worm thinks that a God among men like myself has time to learn about. Even Layne Drivers wannabe Disney story is more of a threat than you Graham."

Allesandro moves his hair out of his face as he walks inside the nearly empty building and walks across the main floor to the elevators. He chuckles to himself as he walks nodding to a few security personnel that guard the building. He reaches his private elevator behind the blue and white dragon statue in the back of the lobby. As the doors open Allesandro looks up to the dragon statue and gets inside the elevator.

"There is nothing in this world that I hate more than somebody disrespecting what I own. This building, this company ,THIS ISLAND! For you see Graham when you disrespect me staying here as, yes you had it right, a lord, over this island is disrespecting everything this island stands for. For when you speak of people like Arata Asakura, or even people like Christopher Sabertooth who was also a former champion here. You disrespect what those divisions stand for. Oh and if you would like to ask Arata or Christopher...the last time we met I destroyed them both while they left no marks on Allesandro Devastation. Look at the tape of Cero Miedo, you can see for yourself what I do to people who disrespect me. People who disrespect what I am doing on this island. Because I, the one true Champion of Wrestleworld, will always stand tall without a scratch on me in the end. And it is not because I am a master strategist, no no no. But because nothing you, or they, or Matsuda, or Driver, or anybody else for that matter will ever be enough to even put a dent in my armor. And nobody will ever have a run like I have had in this business. Nobody will ever have a run as a Champion on this island as I have had. Because of people like you Baker. People who flock here not because of the epitome of what wrestling should be, not because of how unique this is. But because every dragon slayer in the world has heard of the great Dragon of Devione that stands atop a kingdom on his island where he rules with an iron claw. And they one at a time, or even more to try and best him. You're not the first, and you won't be the last Graham Baker. You are nothing but a name on a list of people who have come and tried to do what nobody can do. To do what the world would collectively pay to see happen, to see this Dragon slayed in front of them all on national television. Too bad for you, you don't have a sword sharp enough to take my head. And you never will…"

Allesandros private elevator stops at the penthouse floor, as he steps out and walks across the hall to unlock his private penthouse via thumbprint. As he walks in you can see the lights turn on automatically as he walks through the penthouse. He stops and looks out the window to the city below.

"...And you forget Baker about one rule of thumb when you rule. Fear and respect go hand in hand. They will fear you, but deep down they respect the fact that somebody can stand up and rule because they know they never could. While they want to, oh do they want to take my place...where I know you want to take my place. You'll never have the willpower to ever rule as I have, to ever rule at all. And while I stand here extremely proud of that fact, you look as if you are disgusted by it. And this is coming from a man who stands back and wants to compare father's, or the love and hate one may have for them. You have no taste in power because you were never raised to enjoy it, never raised to enjoy the little things in life. Such as absorbing a company into your own and taking what they created, then tossing the people who created it out the door because they are no longer needed. You see, power gave me the chance to show the world how bad it really is Graham. And oh is it bad. I have destroyed lives at the snap of a finger, crushed souls and dreams from many who were not worthy of dreaming. You act like that disgusts you? Well I am glad. I want you to feel horrible about who I am, and what I have done. I want your anger, I want your hate Graham. I want you to try and test me, to unleash everything you have inside. Because once you do and it fails you, then you will truly know that no matter what you say or do, that the status quo will always be around. And that the Dragon will live another day as you are set to ash before him. So please do whatever it takes to take my head Graham Baker. Think you will take everything from me, think that I will stumble, think that I will fall. And I will show you exactly why you will always be nothing to Allesandro Devastation…"

Allesandro walks over to a side room in his penthouse and looks upon his American Dream Championship sitting on a red velvet display next to his desk. He stares at it like a man memorized by it as he breaks out into a full grin. He chuckles and picks up his Championship and places it over his right shoulder with a deep release of breath. He opens his eyes again with a cold stare.

"They say all roads lead to Arcadia. And while that may be a catchy line to get on a Marquee Board. But the truth of the matter is this, so far all that's been proven is this. All roads lead to Arcadia if Allesandro Devastation deems it so. And the Dragon that stands before you is saying there is no road to Arcadia for you. For any of you three. I do hope you enjoyed the ride, because in two days you crash and burn. Courtesy of the Owner of your Dreams…"

Allesandro Devastation smirks and looks into the mirror next to his desk. You can see his reflection in the glass as he speaks.

"...The Tyranny that is Allesandro Devastation"

Allesandro Devastation keeps Smirking as the camera fades to black.