[It just seems so unbearable at times. The agony the world brings apon it's peasantry. The lies they implicate into your brains. About the gods, about the bibles. The Government has shielded you from the truth all this time. Trust in me, or learn to swim. The moral of today's story, kiddies is the past and manipulation 101.]

The Past Revisited:

[The Scene opens in a court room. Many unknown faces look toward the front of the room, at the judge. Shifting around, we see a young boy, no older than 15. Piercings allover his face and hair dyed green. He is dressed in a ragged and worn suit and was fiercely scratching his hair. The judge looked down apon him in disgust. The silence was broken by the raspy yet subtle voice of the judge.]

Judge: All rise, it appears the jury has reached a verdict.

Jury Member #1: We find the defendant, Jamie Wallace guilty on all charges of vandalism and assault on a police officer.

Judge: Remand this juvenile until I can decide a reasonable yet harsh punishment for him.

[Two officers accompany the young boy back behind closed doors.]

Two Days Later(Past):

Judge: Jamie Wallace, since there have been no legal guardians here to sign for you. We have set up a foster home for you. In addition, you are sentenced to probation until the date of your eighteenth birthday. As well as 380 hours community service.

The New Home:

[It had been almost a year since he had moved in with his new family. They believed he was doing better. He had showed no signs of anger outbursts or aggression. Until one night, his father confronted and accused him.]

Foster Father: Jamison, there is something we need to talk about. Look if you need money, all you have to do is ask. You don't have to steal from me.

Jamie: But father, I didn...

Foster Father: DON'T YOU LIE TO ME, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!

[His father reared his hand back and knocked Jamie to the floor, blood dripping quickly down his face. From that point on, it seemed like a daily ritual for his father to beat on him. Jamie had attempted to fight back, but it was useless, as his father would use his crimes against him. He told Jamie he would report him, that noone would believe a criminal. And he was right. Noone woulbe believe Jamie. He took the beatings until the date of his eighteenth birthday. His father entered his room, carrying trash bags.]

Foster Father: I want you out of my house and out tonight you worthless disgrace of a human being. You have been nothing but a thorn in my spine since the day I brought you into this home!

Jamie: You can't contro...

[Before Jamie could finish his sentence, his "dad" slapped him across the face, staggering him backward. Never in his life had his father slapped him. Jamie felt an anger, an anger that had never surfaced. In one instant, in one mystical vision, Jamie began to remember his child hood, everything that had happened to him. It was a hate undescribable, unbearable. He looked at his "dad" and drove a hard, well needed fist into the side of his face, sending him to the floor. Jamie stood over him, a wicked smile across his lips.]

Jamie: And the name is JAMIE, and perhaps I am worthless. But someday, you are going to regret the day you ever met me....DAD! Is it alright if I call you dad....hahahhaa

Present Time:

[We return to the chain filled room. Small candles attached the wall light the room. Anarchy Kid paces around, whispering to himself, thinking aloud.]

Anarchy Kid: Why did he have to hit me?! WHY! I was but only a child. It was almost 7 years ago BUT i remember it like it was yesterday. I told you father, I told you, some day you would regret it. I will use these pathetic wrestlers to elevate myself to stardom. And then dad. Then....It willbe your downfall. But I have a proposition for someone out there....I couldn't help but over hearing Death Wish. Death Wish, I feel your pain, your agony. The haunting of the past returning to you each and every day. I have a proposition for you. We share similarities, the only difference, I have mental scars, you have both...

Anarchy Kid: But I think we can overcame that meager little difference. We need to work together. We need to be the controlling factor in SWE. What do you say, big man? I believe you will make the right decison. I shall be waiting. Until then, PREPARE THE POLICE, PREPARE THE NATIONAL GUARDS! BUT MOST OF ALL, PREPARE FOR TOTAL ANARCHY!!!

Fade To Black.