Prison life wasn't as evil and violent as those movies you'd see on TV would make it seem. There was the rough and tumble guys sure, but for the most part everyone kept to themselves. I'd imagine it's because most of the people here are just the ones who couldn't post bail. I can imagine what the scum in this place would say if I told them I was just using prison to avoid going to work. I'd imagine they would try and beat my ass, I'd imagine you want to beat my ass for wasting your tax dollars as well. Eating the food you pay for, watching cable you supply.

Well fuck you, your pillows and beds are terrible.

The prison system has always been something that rested in the back of my mind. So many people like me are in here. Even people with lesser charges held against them, yet they pack our prisons and the tax payers have to pay for it. I've walked the halls and have seen plenty of people who have no business being in here. Petty crimes that shouldn't even be considered crimes, they are sent here and dealt with by our great and wonderful justice system. It reminds me of Sin Wrestling in a way.

It doesn't always make sense, but there's always an explanation.

The guy I was sharing a cell with was a small little Italian, almost exactly like the ones I've been dealing with the better part of my life. It wasn't uncomfortable or anything, he was just another grease ball I had to put up with for a short period of time. I didn't say a word to him, not once. As often as he tried to make conversation, I had no reason to converse. I wasn't looking to make friends, alliances, or enemies. I was here to prove a point and then move on with my life. I only had another day before I was out of here and chances are, this ginny knows me in some way shape or form. He explained to me in great detail why he was in the clink, as if I really cared. However, in passing I picked up that he was working for one family or another, and he thought he was a big shot by bragging about it.

The simple fact that he was in here to begin with, means exactly the opposite.

Most of the day, we were allowed to walk around and socialize. He took full advantage of that while I stayed in the cell. I found it easier to deal with things alone and away from my fellow inmates. I had things to think and worry about. My stay here was only temporary and I wouldn't be making a return anytime soon. The rest of these guys will be in and out of places like this their whole lives for repeating minor offenses that mean nothing.

Go big or go home, I always say.

One thing that rings true is all the "groups" that think they run this place. The Hispanics, the Blacks, the Aryans, the Asians. Every ethnic group you can think of has their own little circle of people and leaders who think they run everything, when really, none of them run a god damn thing. They peddle their drugs, they bring in contraband, I bet they even off someone every so often. But when it all comes down to it, they are still in prison and being told what to do by the guards.

It is quite amazing how many similarities I'm beginning to see between Prison and Sin Wrestling. It's almost mind boggling. You had Corey Page and Chris Extreme fighting over the ownership of the company. Both men thinking they ran things and doing whatever it took to take full control. Then Corey Page managed to get the best of him, somehow. We all I know who I was pulling for. I fought for Chris Extreme the best I could and I did my part. The others failed, not me. Now you have Corey Page and Society. Keep in mind, when I say Corey Page, that goes for everyone of those monkeys who do what they are told and bow to his every whim.

We're the new breed of Hero's and people fear us. They don't understand what we are trying to accomplish. Yet, we have our goals and we will not leave them aside no matter what the people think. With every head we turn, with every match we fight, we show people what we are all about. Sooner or later they all will come around and realize what we are trying to do. We're trying to advance Sin Wrestling into what it should have become a long time ago. However, with the help of Corey and his actions against everyone who has tried to make some progress, we've seen a steady decline in SW. Chris Extreme may have failed in his plight, but Society will not. We are the ever growing and ever changing face of Sin Wrestling.

In less than 24 hours I'd be out of this place and my mission accomplished. I will have successfully skipped out on an event I'm booked for. If that doesn't say something to the brass and the fans, I don't know what will. When wrestlers start no showing, that is an obvious sign of something being wrong and changes needing to be made. However, are the people of SW smart enough to realize this? Probably not.

As I was lying in my bunk, I could hear the commotion begin in the halls. I tilted my head to try and see what was going on, not like I actually cared but what else is there to do? Seconds later, my cell mate came dashing to the door, I wish I could remember his name, but it wasn't important.

"You gotta see this man. The Aryans and the Brothers are about to throw down!" The excitement was running rampant in his voice. This must have been something exciting. If only I cared more.

I didn't respond to him, I just stared back at his ecstatic face trying to figure out what was so exciting about a prison brawl.

"Come on man. You haven't said shit in two whole fucking days. Just total silence from you. You sit in your bunk, smoking your cigarettes not saying a god damn thing. I'm just trying to break the ice since we're gonna be bunking together." I couldn't help but laugh at him. The little rat trying so hard for attention from someone he barely knows.

Is this how all people act?

Reluctantly, I got up from my bunk and shot him another look as I headed for the cell door. Knowing he got my attention, he sprinted off down the hall towards the swarm of people all gathered around. Even guards stood around watching, this must have been their form of entertainment for the day.

The shouting sounded as if it was all in tongues. The only things you could make out was "cracker" "mother fucker" "nigger" all just randomly through the shouting.

It was like being back at school watching a school yard fight. Everyone crowded around, not letting the authority figures get in there to break it up. Only this time, it was dealing with convicts and much more violent people. Maybe that's why the guards didn't get involved. Or maybe they just didn't care too much about the group of men ready to tear each others throats out.

As I was just a few steps away from crowd of men, I could hear my name being called from the opposite end of the hall.

"MCMANUS, VINCENT!" I looked over my shoulder and could see a guard holding some paperwork and looking down towards me. I ignored him at first and began to peek over the top of shoulders and heads to get a glimpse of what was happening down in the pit. All I could make out was a couple of blacks and a couple more of the whites circling each other ready to shiv whoever they could.

"MCMANUS, VINCENT! GET OVER HERE NOW BOY!" The guard shouting for me was now taking steps trying to get my attention. Rather then catching a nightstick to the knee, I found it in my best interest to just turn around and find out what the annoying son of a bitch wanted.

I turned just as he was a few steps away from me with his hand on his club, "Can I help you?" I stated as arrogantly as I could.

"Your bail has been posted, get your shit and get out of here."

What the fuck? Who the fuck posted bail for me? I hoped to god Shane or Danny didn't catch wind of what was happening and thought I needed help. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Everything I tried to accomplish, everything I tried to make a stand for. All for nothing now.

"What do you mean bails been posted? I didn't pay it. No one posted my bail." I tried arguing with the guard, but he had no interest.

"I have all the paperwork right here. Just be happy you're getting out of this place. Now lets move it."

I was in shock and could barely move. It wasn't until the guard grabbed my arm and began to lead me to my cell to collect the little things I was able to bring with me to my temporary place of residence.

I gathered everything slowly, still in disbelief.

"Who posted the bail?" I demanded.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? They're probably outside waiting for you." He obviously didn't care, he was just doing his job and wanted to get me out of there. I was surprised I was even getting a response from him. It must not be every day someone fights getting out of jail.

After I collected my small batch of things, he lead me out of the cellblock and down a few halls.

"Pick up the pace, kid." Apparently my slow walk of disappointment wasn't enough for him.

Once we reached the lobby, I had to sign a few papers. I thought about refusing to sign but what good would do me? A couple more hours in the jail until they just signed me out anyway? I had a day left, not hours.

"Right through there and you are free to go." The female guard behind the desk pointed towards the exit door, where family and friends waited to see their free loved ones. I walked through the door and scanned the people in the waiting room.

Before my eyes crossed across the whole room, I heard a voice from my left side.

"You didn't think I was letting you out of this that easy, now did you?"

Nikita.

That fucking cunt.