“Taking flight away from the streets. The hard-nosed life of the streets in which Edward Beatty was brought up in. His took a plane to Red Deer, Canada for a show up at a federation called DDWL. It was very exciting for him, as he never left the state of Ohio or even the USA at the tender age of 17. It was Monday the 27th of June in 1999. And, now we go to official footage of what happen.”

The screen begins fuzzed as the focus in on a younger version of Edward Beatty, as he is much smaller than he is now. At the time he was touted as weighting in at 150 pounds making him a light heavyweight. He came face to face with his promoter, and the man who signed him on, Justin Sellers. Sure, the taller man looked at Edward as a tike who would not be able to make it to the big times even if he tried.

“Hey, thank you for having me. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“No Problem, Man. Now what can I do for you?”

“Just ensure me, that after tonight, I’ll be you’re franchise player.”

“Franchise player, eh? Well seeing as some students don’t abide by the rules, I don’t see that being a problem.”

“Awesome. Well, I got to go get prepared for my match.”

“One Thing…”

Edward stops in his tracks, and looks up at the big man who has a serious look on his face and Edward just has this fire in his eyes. Just his whole demeanor is just staggering. The confidence in this young boy is simply stunning.

“What is that Justin?”

With that, Edward nodded with that sense of determination that would be a main stay in Edward as he tries to live up to his dream. In addition, tonight is his first crack at a chance. That stride in his walk, that fire in his eyes, Justin Sellers caught that. Moreover, just looked at the child, and wondered, will he be the one? Maybe he can be of something, with a little direction. Justin Sellers goes to find a monitor as the boy’s match is coming up. He pulls up his clipboard and reads the kids name, and he has been called Steve Sanders. Edward walked out and did his thing that night, show casing some determination and gaining the win in his first ever match. Edward was walking in the back after the match when suddenly Justin Sellers stepped in his tracks.

“Impressive Showing. Looks like you earned yourself that spot in the tournament after all.”

Edward Beatty looked up at the big man with a smile and then a grin returned to his young face. He does not even look a day over the age of 16. Nevertheless, acts like a veteran in the ring. Justin is looking down at his clipboard and motions for the next one of his guys to get ready.

“Tournament? What kind of tournament?”

“Well, we do have to have champions, so I’m going to hold a tournament for the big title.”

“Really, well, that’s cool. I am glad I got a spot. So, see you later I assume boss?”

“Yeah. No workouts tomorrow, but we start early on Monday.”

With that, Edward nodded to Justin as he begins to walk out the door. Justin just looks at the boy and smirks with his knowing look. This kid is going to be something, and I intend to help him become something, was the kind of look he was giving. It then flashes to a man in a chair with a black background drop. It turns out to be Justin Sellers who looks like he is starting to speak.

“The company was doomed to fail, but he wasn’t. He knew that he had something deep within, and I was hoping he would see that.”

We flash back to the same man standing in his all black suit, as the camera came down from the left side of the room, zooming in on the man. The man determined look returned as he begins to speak.

“Edward battled in his first match and is already entering a chance for a shot at the big title in that federation. Is he gaining too much to quick? You would think his ego would swell for someone who captures something so quick into his career. After all, he has faced nothing but shortcomings in his life and now has a chance to finally achieve something, and his dream is being lived. Justin Sellers is his ride and Edward intends to ride it all the way to the bank. Stay tuned for Chapter three.”

~~~~~~Now~~~~~~

We now see a man that is standing near a building that seems to be vacated. It is none other than Steve Sanders. He has on some white air force ones, some baggy blue jeans and a white beater. Steve opens the door to the vacated premises and you see a large red sign of LaW with a black design of a man above a desk. Steve smiles as he walks around the desk and sits down. Obviously, Shawn McConnell owns all of this, so it is free access to the entire LaW brand. Steve smiles with glee as he reaches down into the file cabinet and grabs the book labeled “Championships”. He opens it and starts from the very tope of the list.

“Lethal Heavyweight Champion…it has James “Silver Screen” Hollywood as the last Champion and THE only other Champion has been Death.”

Steve looks around and sees another desk and gets up, bringing the book with his obviously happy about finding this little gem of history in LaW. Steve opens the big cabinet and seen a host of LaW Championships. The first one he reaches in and grabs is The Lethal Heavyweight Championship. Steve places it on his right shoulder with a grin.

“Perfect Fit for The Chosen One. Let us see. It does not seem that James Hollywood was The Last Lethal Heavyweight Champion after all. “The Chosen One” himself is! Looks like SHIT does indeed still exist somewhere. Let us see, the next championship in this book is, The LaW Intercontinental Championship. It’s last champion was “Iron Man’ Blake Jacobs. Well, not ANYMORE!”

Steve reaches in and grabs the same championship he just mentioned, and placed it over the Lethal Heavyweight Championship, smiling. Then, all of a sudden a couple men come in with this big trolley container and stand near Steve. Steve takes both titles and throws them in the container.

“Well, well, Trunks, Ice, Ken Dison and The Dragon have held this title. On the other hand, as it has been stated, used too. Because, “The Chosen One” owns it now. Let’s see what is next on the title list. Boy, AC Botts, you have had many titles. WHOA! The last champion of the LaW Undisputed Hardcore Championship was none other than The Dragon. Well! Not anymore!”

Steve grabs that championship and throws it in the same container. Steve smiles as he slides his finger down THE long list of it’s Championships, making his lips curl with a smirk.

“Let’s See, besides Dragon….Eli Storm, and Sean O’Reilly has held this Championship. Wait, I mean have used to hold this championship. Well, looks like The LaW Havok Television Championship is next with Trunks also used to hold this championship, well it is mine now. Oh, and what’s this…LaW SLAM Television Championship. Boy, Trunks used to hold this too, but I taken it from you. Oh, yes, it gets better. LaW Cruiserweight Championship..In addition, Kayleigh used to hold it. Let me wonder how she got a shot at that title…can anyone say blowjob?! Well, I’ll take this piece of crap championship too.”

Steve picks up all three championships and throws them in the container. Steve laughs a little and scrolls down to the next set of past championships. This one catches his eye, as it has a long history. Steve picks the LaW tag team championship up and looks at it, while throwing it in the container.

“Trunks has held this championship with a few people, as well as Ice and Joel Kurtiss. Ohh, Inferno has too. What is this, The LaW Tradition Division Championship…well that is coming too. Now, we reach the first set of retired Championships. God, AC Bott, I did not know LaW had such a rich history steeped in former greatness. Nevertheless, since GWA owns that now, I do not think you would mind you know, if I have my fun with the titles. The LaW World Championship…and Dragon used to hold that too. Very good title. Hell, the next one is even better. LaW Undisputed Championship. You have The LaW United States Championship, LaW National Championship. You want to know something GWA? These titles all have something in common with me. They are mine. I’m taking them, after all the worthy people who used to hold these championships aren’t worthy anymore.”

Steve throws the Tradition, World, Undisputed, United States, and National Championships in the container. Steve smiles as he looks at the next title worth mentioning, the LaW Television Championship.

“Boy, Justin would like us to take this championship. And, I will just grab one more title from this bunch and that is the LaW Uncensored Championship. Let’s go boys.”

Steve throws both of those championships into the container and walks away throwing the book onto the floor. Walking toward an elevator, and hitting floor three. Steve exits the elevator and sees the tape library. Steve just keeps walking and comes upon the LaW Hall Of Fame plagues. Steve rubs his hands across them, and picks up each plague, one being of James “Silver Screen” Hollywood, “The Sock Rocka” Trunks, The Dragon, “Iron Man” Blake, Inferno, Jeff Adams, and finally Showtime. He throws them all into the container and they all move to the same elevator and press one to arrive down on the first floor. The men’s carrying the container exit first as Steve stops, turns around, sighs and then said “All Shitty things must come to an end”. Steve starts to light up a cigarette, takes a couple puffs, before throwing it down onto the carpet, and walks out of the building as it becomes a towering inferno. Steve smiles as he looks up at the flaming building. The guys load up the stuff into Steve’s SUV and hop in.

“Sorry LaW. I had to do it to ya. And, Shawn, do not worry, you are not losing much. But, I have what AC Botts prided his life on, and the same goes for every former LaW superstar. Eli Storm, a former President of LaW, Ice, a former commish of LaW. Inferno, a LaW Hall of Famer, Trunks, a LaW Hall Of Famer. I have it all. And, as you watch the burning of you’re name sake, it is only previews of all of you’re chances at becoming The Global World Champion. But, speaking of burning chances, Trunks, boy, oh boy. You don’t know when to actually take a clue and actually get a feel for history. I can also see that American History was not you’re strong point, oh wait, you’re Canadian. But, I do not know what is worse, you’re VERY awful attempts at trying to be funny or the constant mention of jobberistis. What really is going on Trunks? Really. The lack of odds in my favor? I do not need odds, I don’t need a favor and I have all it takes to beat you Trunks. I always have, and always will. I did it ONCE on your home turf. But, of course you do not acknowledge the fact you were defeated in FRONT of the world that worships you. I beat you, a LaW Hall Of Famer. What you do is outperform people and guess what I have outperformed you before and I plan to do it again. How you ask? Just like this blazing inferno behind me, the prophecy is being lived out every moment you speak Trunks. It is known as “The Rocking Of The Sock.” A very enthralling tale of a man who is torn down to the core of all things that are Sock Rocka. A fool who spins lies to the world of wrestling making Kayleigh look like a saint. And, these lies start with Trunks bogus claims about my win and lost record. In all actual truth, I ONLY lost once. Because, nothing in LaW applies to me except these championships and Hall Of Fame plagues I own. And, excuse me Trunks, really what rock were you sleeping under, and was it in you’re socks? You see, Ice was not beating me in and week out as he did you for The Global Championship in LaW. I have a contract clause saying that I am not allowed to interact with Ice at all cost if I want to keep a job. I always had a shot at the title my son, I have always had a shot at the title.”

Steve smiles as he just looks at the building as he falls down to the ground. A true sign that LaW has started to succumb to the flaming inferno in which The Chosen One created. Kind of like the flaming feeling in Kayleigh’s pubic region after sleeping with Ice, or Trunks, or AC Botts. Okay, you get the idea.

“Me, I don’t stand a chance Trunks? Really, and what facts are you going of off? I mean, aside from the fact you sound like a Dragon and Ice rip off I don’t see much saving you from me in The Sanders Zone. Speaking of Rating Boost, The Chosen One is you’re rating boost. Which brings me to Matthew Kanyon and Inferno, these two are like two guys fighting over Kayleigh on Jerry Springer. Kanyon is mad because Kayleigh won’t go down on him but will on Inferno. And, Inferno is mad because Kayleigh takes it in the ass from Kanyon and she won’t let him. It’s that type of fight, and you two should visit Dr. Phil because Kanyon, frankly, no one is members of you’re Promo Club, because one, Promo Club sucks. Two, Promo Club consent of one person. Three, you’re Canadian. But, Inferno, poor ole poor Inferno. Letting Kanyon play mind games with you kind of like Titan is doing to Syn. But, in the end, Steve Sanders, you’re saviors, will come to rescue you all. I’ll tell Kanyon that Inferno really loves him and that just like Kanyon, he is a gay man underneath it all. And, while Syn is getting all hyped about having a choice finally in all matters, I’ll tell him that Titan really wants to become friends with you Syn and doesn’t wanna hurt you’re ego. BUT! It gets better, see The Chosen One has a big surprise for you all, becoming The Global Champion. Giving you all someone to model yourself after and someone for Ken Dison’s kids to look up too and for Syn to finally realize that he doesn’t have the skills yet to be the man.”

Steve smiles as he walks away to the same black SUV and peels out of the parking lot of the building.