Steve Ballmer woke up in a cold sweat.
"Oh god, what a terrible dream," he moaned as his senses started to return to him. Faint memories of a terrible decision to leave Microsoft in order to takeover the operations of the Los Angeles Clippers, the worst team in the NBA. Even if basketball is far more powerful than owning a monopoly on modern computer telecommunications, its not like the Clippers are ever going to win anything, ever.
Ballmer tried to get out of bed, but a tightly bound rope prevented any of his limbs from moving! Not only that, but the "bed" he was on was in fact a giant stone altar! A stream of sweat rolled down his face as he desperately struggled against his restraint.
A mysterious spectre approached the tied up ex-CEO, laughing manically as it brandeshed an ornate obsidan knife.
"I do belive you own something that is rightfully mine," the spectre hissed.
"Who are you!?" Ballmer desperately cried out, "Gates? Allen? I'll give you back Microsoft, just leave me alone!"
"No," the appiration cackled, "It is I, Donald 'Three Reichs and you're out' Sterling-"
"What the fork do you want me for?" Ballmer indignantly demanded.
"I want my team back"
"I'M JUST THE CEO OF MICROSOFT. YOU WANT ALLEN, NOT ME."
"You took my team over when I was banished to the Shadow Realm. I escaped, and now I am going to bring white justice back to the NBA"
"Wait," Ballmer hesisitated, "That..... wasn't a dream? I stepped down as Microsoft CEO to run the Clippers? What year am I in?"
"It's 2017," Sterling mocked Ballmer, "the year the white master race will finally redeem America, starting with basketball"
Now Ballmer was more confused than anything else. "Wait, was all that nonsense involving LeBoshWade and Tajikstan-"
"You don't even know the full story," Sterling grinned. "LeBoshWade beat the Venomancer, which led to American President create his islamic communazi dictatorship and banned basketball. Of course, me, the only owner red pilled enough to try to stop him, was banished into the Shadow Realm, which you took over! Then some timeline shenanigans happened, and now we are in a timeline where Venomancer won. Venomancer's victory stalled the degenery of our nation, and now the new American President, blessed he may be, will help me make Basketball pure again"
"So..." Ballmer inquired, "if Venomancer won, are the Grizzlies back in Vancouver?"
Sterling grinned with a chesire smile, "Yes"
Ballmer screamed in pure agony, "NO! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"
Sterling laughed with glee as his captive mentally broke down and started sobbing. "LeBoshWade was supposed to stop this madness....."
"But Lord Venomancer is undefeatable, and the spirit of the Aryan nation willing, so will I! Now in the holy names of Columbus, Nathaniel Forrest, Hitler, ans Trump; sacerfice this white virgin so I may turn every minority Clipper white-"
"Uh," Ballmer protested, "You do realize I have three kids, right?"
"Dude, you worked for Microsoft."
"Oh, yeah, fair point.... OHMYGODNO"
The obsidian knife was plunged into the throat of Ballmer, as Donald Sterling laughed as the first part of his plan was complete.
"Now... time to create the ubermensch..."