Dreams Of War

We open to Allesandro Devastations private Maybach Limousine. He sits in the back as the camera seems to be some kind of drone flying alongside the moving car in a desert type area. Eventually the limo stops at a gate. Two soldiers come from a guard post to inspect the car, and check for the proper identifications. As Allesandros driver provides the information you see our American Dream Champion extremely annoyed by how long this is taking. Eventually he has had enough.

“I understand procedure, but nobody on this planet is like me, with the things I possess and the things I can do. So unless all three of you want to be blacklisted from working in my company or any kind of private security force on the planet then I suggest that you let me through now. I have work to do…”

The two soldiers look down at the paperwork, and as one's eyes get wide from reading who it was, he instructs the other soldier to open the gates. They hand the driver back his information who takes it swiftly and puts it away. The gate opens as the  limo begins to drive through the gates. We keep traveling along the desert road as we can see Allesandro Devastation slowly begin to ease his temper, as he looks out the window seeing a testing site. A small smirk comes across his face as the limo turns toward this area. A few more minutes of driving goes by as Allesandro puts on a pair of silver rimmed sunglasses that have a blue tint. The limousine finally comes to a stop, and before the driver can even get out to open the door for his employer, you can see Allesandro Devastation open the door himself and step out of the car. He slams the door behind him as you can see he is wearing a pair of black leather pants and a black long sleeve athletic shirt with a white sleeveless hoodie on over it.  He steps quickly as his leather boots stomp through the sand to meet a single man next to a table. On said table are many kinds of weapons, including a double mounted machine gun, rockets, and other various weaponry that can not be explained.

“Ah Mr. Devione. It is good to see you, I’m so glad you could come to our little demonstration today. I brought out some of our finest new products. Though I still do not understand why you of all people want to purchase weapons, for I thought you were an entertainer?”

Allesandro smirks.

“If I wanted to pay you to ask me questions, Hammer, then I would have simply just phoned you. I am here to purchase these items because I simply need to do so. I have a private project I am working on and I need military grade weapons to test on said project so I may get the latest results in drone technology ready for our expo in three months.”

Allesandro smirked to himself knowing that what he said was only a partial truth. Oh yes there would be a display indeed, but what he had in mind would not only make sure the world saw him differently, but made sure the world knew that he was in a class of his own. For the spectacle he had planned would not be destructive except to his own property, and no lives would be in danger. But oh would everyone be in for a show!

“Well then, maybe we could start with the demonstra--”

Allesandro held up his hand to stop him from speaking.

“You see Hammer, I already have seen the demonstrations from when you unveiled these, that's why I requested them. I am here to buy them, no questions asked. Tell me the price, I will write you a check, you do not waste your breath or my damn time.”

The man in the suit's jaw dropped. He stuttered a few seconds trying to compose himself, but eventually gave up and shook his head. He told Allesandro a price, and his security handed him a checkbook. Allesandro Devastation with no qualms wrote the check and ripped it off the pad and handed it over to his associate.

“Have the items delivered tomorrow to Wrestleworld Island, to my private hanger in the airport there. My team will take possession and transport it then. Any questions?”

The man shook his head no as he looked down at the check in his hands. He put it inside his suit pocket as Allesandro looked away and began to walk back to his limo to leave. As he did, the man in the suit shouted for him to wait.

“Allesandro, I do have one question. Why there? Is that why you're in such a hurry? Some wrestling show?”

Allesandro Devastation stopped in his tracks. He turned slowly to look at the man, and as he did you could see a smile on his face as he laughed. No, it was more of a cackle that was like he just won the world. But he stopped and looked at his business associate and spoke very clearly.

“You see, I am not a man who likes to waste any amount of his time under any circumstance. But in just a few days time the greatest event in the world of Wrestling will happen at Arcaida. And at that event I will be facing some wench who thinks that because she believes harder than me, that if she wants it more than me she will gain it. But the price she pays will be one of blood for her foolish dreams. For you see Hammer, I am the owner of those dreams, and this Mutt known as Stephanie Matsuda thinks she has a chance to take them from me. Her soul is forfeit in this life because she thinks this, because no man or woman on this earth can outwit me. No being in this life or the next can ever best me. I am an eternal force if you follow that, that will always get what I want until I decide it is no longer what I want. I live better than anybody else, because I am better than everybody else. I show them exactly how good life can be Hammer. I give them their dream come to life, but I twist it to fit my own reality. And people like Matsuda, well they always get jealous when somebody in a higher class shows the world that they are a higher class. But more than just green eyes plague this dog. She truly believes that because she was a thief and stole what was mine all along and held onto it while my body caught up to my will again that the dream is hers to have. But this poor fool, this undeserving little puppy who thinks because she begs she will receive her treat. But I am no owner of a dog here, you know me too well to know that. I am now like I have always been. And that is a Tyrant at heart, and that tyranny flows through my veins as my heart pumps out nothing but pure concentrated premium blood. Somebody like Matsuda would have a lower class of blood running through her veins, and as she realizes her mistake that very blood will run down her entire body as this little lamb comes to get slaughtered at Arcadia.”

Allesandro’s face quickly turns red as he begins to speak again in a much harsher tone.

“SHE ASKED FOR THIS, SHE BEGGED FOR THIS, AND I WILL GIVE HER EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTS. I WILL LET HER COME CLOSE TO THE DREAM, AND ALLOW HER TO FLY HIGH LIKE SHE IS ON...AND OH HOW GREAT THIS IS...On Cloud Nine. And then in an instant, as she is about to grasp the American Dream, the clouds will part beneath her and she will plummet. For a final time against me, Stephanie Matsuda will wake up from her dream and see the reality that she can fly as high as she wants. That she can fight harder than anybody else in the world. And none of it matters, not a single moment mattered during her journey. Allesandro Devastation will always be out of reach, the American Dream will always truly be out of reach. And the reality will always be right in her face, that no matter how hard you pray and dream and wish...None of it matters in this world when there are people like me to stand above you. And trust me in this, I will always be head and shoulders above anybody who steps into that ring with me, or steps to me in the business world. For nobody on this earth lives like I do, or sees the world like I do. I rule everything I touch not for personal gain, and not for the ability to say I own them. I rule every aspect of life to show these people exactly how much the difference is between me and them. Oh and how that makes them all want to put me six feet under, Matsuda included I am sure. But they can’t do it, they can not seem to find my achilles heel at all, and let me tell you why…”

Allesandro smirks and begins to chuckle a bit. He after a moment returns to his speech.

“...It is because I am greater than any Achilles, and Hercules, or any other being of legend. Because allow me to tell you what courses through my veins, and that is the blood of a God. So when Stephanie Matsuda claims I need validation from my father, I find that amusing. I need no validation from him or anybody else, for I have everything I need in life. The only thing I need from my father is his ear for a moment to tell him thank you. I have his blood in my veins, and he was a God in the industry I own and rule over. And I rule better than he ever could because I know of his mistakes and learn from them. But this blood in my veins, as I have mentioned, allows me to do things nobody else can do...because it is ethereal fluid from a higher plane of existence. Along with my intellect that is years more advanced than any mortal man my age, and the fact that I have played this whole company since arriving in it. The long game has been played by Allesandro Devastation since January 14th over a year ago. I aligned myself with Claudia Michaels for one reason and one reason alone. I knew the American Dream championship was my birthright. It was a treasure, so therefore it should be in my hands. And so I played along, I allowed the fools in the Underworld to think I was their ally. Then I won the briefcase that made the planets align. And of course another Mongrel like Matsuda was jealous and wanted my rights for himself. He took it a step farther, which at the time made things a bit difficult as I was robbed from my birthright. But then things started to come together in my mind. Why main event Dreamworld and leave with Claudias Championship, when I can walk into Arcadia with...and also leave with MY CHAMPIONSHIP!!! So yes, you stole from me Matsuda, you along with Underworld stole what was to be mine. And look at their ranks now….”

Allesandro holds up seven fingers. He drops one.

“...Maggall fired…”

Allesandro drops another finger.

“...Lannister destroyed by the Vulture…”

Allesandro drops two more fingers.

“...Cash and Sakura are gone because of their own poor judgement…”

Allesandro drops yet another finger.

“...The Professional was destroyed beyond repair by Nobi…”

Allesandro drops another finger and smirks.

“...Maverick came at the Tyrant, hoping for a home run. But looks like he missed…”

Allesandro drops the final finger.

“And Claudia is no longer a piece on the board, so you took her place. And well we both know how that ended twice already. So let's just look and see it end a third and final time. The Tyranny will continue Matsuda, and there is nothing you can do about it. So just get ready to wake up, the dreams almost over…”

Allesandro smirks again and turns and walks away. The camera fades as he does.