Matt Madison: Chris...would you like us to leave?

::Anarchy seemingly exits his trance and opens his eyes once more as another tandem of tears escape. He turns his head to the anxious crew and with a ghostly whisper he speaks::

Anarchy: No...

::The crew look at each other, rather uneasy with the current condition of the next Cruiserweight Challenger as he sits, silent and weeping softly in the rocking chair, slowly swaying back and forth. Suddenly and unexpectedly, Anarchy speaks::

Anarchy: Every day...Everywhere...her face, so soft and innocent, it haunts me...That day, I remembered it well, but I doubt you'd care to listen to my problems after all I have caused you, that would be selfish of me. To drag you from your homes to mine, to tell you about the family I no longer have...That would be unethical...

Matt Madison: Really, you can talk if you want to, there is no pressure there. Sometimes its better to talk, you know, to release it from your mind...

::Anarchy pauses and the room becomes eerily still, except for the fire that blazes in front of them and really prevents them from several cases of hypothermia. Anarchy crosses his left leg over his right and holds the picture at a distance, staring at it intensely::

Anarchy: She was four years old (smiles) her first day at school in fact. I remember Julia had packed her bags with her the night before, she could barely sleep the excitement rushing through her body as if it were her blood. All I could here was Daddy, is it morning yet. Morning did come, eventually. I awoke to find my daughter standing before me, fully dressed in her school uniform with a smile so eager and full of potential, it warmed your heart. Her hair tied back in bows, just like her mother liked. Yes, she was my sweet little angel, never hurt a thing in her life and for me, life was starting to pick up after being prematurely evicted from my parents house at fifteen. I received a kiss that morning as she skipped towards the car with Julia, the excitement at bursting point as the car drove off, down the road. My life was about to change, about to be ruined and I had no idea.

::Anarchy places the photo on the coffee table and resumes talking::

Anarchy: The time went slowly in the house. I was in between wrestling promotions at the time and sitting at home, alone without my wife or daughter to keep me company, really slowed the pace down of life to a depressing new low. But as the hours dragged by with great big boulders attached to them, I got into the car and drove to pick her up from school. I was so happy, I'd get to see my little girl for the first time in a few hours. It was the longest we'd probably ever been apart Matt, I guess with Matt Jnr or whatever your kids are called, you know the feeling. I pulled up outside the school as the kids flooded out. I was opposite the gate, across the road so that she could see me. Mom's came and went with the children by their hands. Then she stepped out, her hair blowing in the wind, standing in the whitest dress...She looked like an angel, a true gift from the heavens as she slowly walked towards me across the road when it struck her! When that bastard ran her down right before me!! What did she ever do?! I tried to save her, it was too late. She died instantly, right there in my arms. I wept tears of blood that day, her lifeless body in my arms, cradled like a child. I listened for her breath, it never came. She talked, she said my name! She didn't...

::Anarchy raises his right hand to his eyes, then his left. He begins to weep freely, his shoulders shuddering as he remembers the day in detail. The crew, is obviously uneasy and unable to do anything as Anarchy sniffles and tries to carry on::

Anarchy: I saw her fly...her sweet smile shining in the sun as she came towards me, skipping and full of joy. The bumper hit her in the side, snapping her leg instantly and she went underneath it as the car sped off. He little body was broken (crying) her white dress stained with red, I panicked as I ran to her side. My screams for help, falling amongst deaf ears. For that moment, we were isolated from the world. They all just stared in shock. I wished she was ok, that it was all a bad dream, but it wasn't...it was reality. My greatest fear that I never knew would happen, did. They had to restrain me. I screamed her name, but nobody heard me. I tried to revive her, but she had already died. Do you know what its like to let somebody go, to leave all that behind? All the love you had once shared, the innocent games and laughter? I do. I lost it all before I could truly treasure it, but no matter how hard I prayed or how hard I pleaded, my cries were never heard...Every night from that day, I heard her cries in my dreams. Her face in pain, her arms outstretched as she screams silently. I run towards her, but she moves further away...we reach the sea and she disappears as I drown...every night Matt, she is there...

::Anarchy rises to his feet and wipes the tears from his cheeks and turns towards a wooden chest, with brass locks on it. He takes her picture frame and pulls a golden key from the back, places it in the lock and opens the chest. A white dress is folded up, stained with blood and slashed. A young girls school bag sits untouched, filled with everything she took to school that day as Anarchy begins to weep once more, staring...always staring::

Anarchy: I cried for seven days straight, I couldn't eat, sleep or think. The day came though, we gathered in the church as the pall bearers carried her small, four foot casket past my left shoulder and placed it on the stand. Four feet, a foot for every year. The most beautiful flowers you had ever seen, draped across the top, the lid opened. Her face was so peaceful, dressed in the burial gown she was condemned in at birth. Her skin as soft as silk, her hair as white as snow. It never occurred to me about the killer, I did not care. My daughter was there, safe from further pain but separated from my touch. I could never feel her lips upon my cheek, her sweet soft laughter as I made her laugh...her beautiful smile...that melt my heart. The service was beautiful, the music made me cry a thousand tears. Each word reminded me of her, each memory, a dagger in my aching heart. They carried her outside, we followed, trying and failing to comfort each other as they lowered her tiny casket into the open grave. My wife, weeping her soul into the morning air as the coffin disappeared beneath the soil, we broke apart. Crushed and destroyed, failing to even understand... That is why, that is why I cry at night when I know she is near. When I go to tuck her in at night, but she is not there. I miss the stories, the teddy bears, the kiss. The sounds of her breathing as she sleeps. I wanted to awaken to see her there, dressed for another new day, with that smile beaming at me. But she doesn't, she never will. I want to quote now, if I may...

::Anarchy reaches into the chest and takes out a sheet of old paper, carefully unfolding it and reading::

Anarchy: A musician wrote these and...it suits her. You belong to heaven and the stars spell out your name... and It seems to me, like you lived you life like a candle in the wind, never fading with the sunset and the rain setting in. Your footsteps will always fall here amongst England's greenest hills, your candle burned out long before your legend ever will....

::Anarchy returns the paper to the chest and turns to the camera crew::

Anarchy: Even though I cry, each tear is too small, each whimper too silent. They say she died four years ago, but deep...inside my heart...she lives on. Every day I wake up, I can see her there, standing and smiling at me, even though she isn't. I tuck her into bed at night, kiss her upon the forehead, even though she can't receive it. I remember it though as if it were happening right now...I must see her, once more...but I can't...Matt, what if they told you that, if you're baby girl...your life source was taken away from you by somebody else...would you not shed a tear for every piece of your shattered heart that fell from your chest on that day? Now...I fight each fight as if it were him...Michael's face, is his face. Lisa Evan's face, is his face. I will find him and I will break his heart to show him how much he hurt me. If I wanted to physically hurt him as much as he emotionally scarred me, I'd have to kill him several times. Vengeance is not the option, pain is...(smiles) I will get him baby, Daddy's going to get him...

::Anarchy unexpectedly begins to cry harder than before as he leaps backwards and points at the window. The crew see nothing, but Anarchy does::

Anarchy: Alicia? Alicia! She's alive! Don't you see her?! There, over there by the swing!

::The crew rise to their feet and walk towards the window. Nothing can be seen as Anarchy bails out of the house and rushes to the swing. The crew stand at the door::

Cameraman: Should we follow Guvnor?

Matt Madison: ...No...let him be, the man has mental issues after a tragic death, but its been four years...

::Anarchy kneels before the swing as the TV Crew drive off. A young girl becomes visible on the swing, her white, blood stained dress. Her hair in blonde bows as she smiles. Anarchy begins to weep more so as he outstretches his hand. Alicia steps off the swing and embraces him as slowly, she whispers into his ears::

Alicia: (soft whisper) I'll always be with you Daddy...always...always...

Anarchy: Oh...don't go...I love you baby, please! Don't leave me...

::Alicia kisses him upon the cheek and vanishes as he tries to embrace her. He falls to the floor, a broken wreck. Alone, in the deepest of woods as the cameras move back, away from him. He cries freely::

Anarchy: (Crying/Shouting) Alicia! ALICIA!!