[The scene opens in a dark room. Lights flicker and slightly light the room in transparency. Chains hang down from the ceiling, sorrounding the center of the room. We look around, noticing a man in a strait jacket, his head down facing the floor, loud breathing emerging from him. He looks up, eyes filled with complete rage through the silence. He rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself to his feet. He begins walking around, staring blankly at nothing in confusion. He stops, backing agains the padded wall. He smiles and suddenly speaks.]

Anarchy Kid: Who am I, what am I? The many questions that are contrasting in the very existance of your minds. Answers are what you seek and so you shall find them, but now, 'tis not the time. First, I shall have a quiz of my own. A question that puzzles me, a question that keeps you all isolated within each other. Who are you?! Where are you going? Well let me first answer that. (points strait into the camera) YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A PEON TO THE GOVERNMENT! You were created to do nothing more than amuse them and they were created to amuse this so called greater being they call a god above us. What a joke on both parts. Now why do I wear this strait jacket you are wondering. This strait jacket which binds my arms together represents the tight clutch the worldly views have on you. All of the other wrestlers in the company, money driven, hungry for nothing but fame and glory. This damn company, government supported, controlled. Nothing but ticks and leeches controlling us.

[The man bends down then lunges forward, ripping the strait jacket apart and watching it hit the floor. He hangs onto two of the chains and returns his attention to the camera.]

Anarchy Kid: Now i suppose you want this big well oriented speech about how I am going to come into the SWE and dominate, take apart all the competition, take grasp on the world title and never recieve the bitter downfall of a loss. But that's not the case. I have no self-confidence, whatever happens, happens.

[Anarchy lifts himself using the chains and climbs to the top, looking down.]

Anarchy Kid: I am the Anarchy Kid, no gimmick, no needs, just wants and delieverance. It's oblivious as to how much this company wishes to succeed. I was minding my own business, filling out some applications, taking my damn physical, here comes executives from SWE, telling me they need to talk about my image, telling me they don't see how someone my size and my stature could add up and make the ratings. What a bunch of bullsh--. You will hear this for the first time, but definately not the last time. Ratings mean nothing to me. This company means nothing to me. This whole damn industry means nothing to me. THE only reason why I am here is because this is the only business that would accept my pathetic existence. How can I compete against a corporate monster like this, while you have strength in numbers, I have strength in insanity, the lonliness has brought me the will to humor myself by humiliating others.

Anarchy Kid: SWE, fans, government, god...none of you mean a damn thing to me. Win or lose, you will know you were in the ring with me. You will know why they call me Anarchy, and you will feel the endeavorment that is the Total Anarchy...So prepare the police, prepare the national guard, but most importantly prepare for TOTAL ANARCHY!

[The lights flicker again and fade to black as the sick twisted laughter of Anarchy Kid engulfs the room as we fade to black.]