Post by featherman on May 22, 2022 17:52:06 GMT -5
The prison population on D block had been assembled. Each prisoner stood either in the doorway to their cell or very close by.
The guards had assembled facing the prisoners. Like a guard of honour only the wrong way round. Each guard stood stern faced, batons in hand. It was a show of power.
Trouble had been escalating on the wing for the last twelve months. A war had broken out between Isaac and the rival gangs, The Inner City Posse and the Angels.
It all started when Isaac decided that enough was enough and attacked Robbins. His ex cell mate and key member of the Posse. The Angels saw it as a chance to assert dominance by going after some more key leaders. Their success was short lived. The Posse escalated the fight in kind.
Isaac was often caught in the crossfire. Physically he had over the last 22 months become one of the most dominant guys in the prison. Certainly the guy no one, even a gang wanted to cross in the wing.
The increase in violence saw a swift response from the Warden. Warden James had decided to bring about a series of initiatives to keep order. The first was to agree a new pay structure for the guards. It was based around performance and Instinctively the guards went from Under paid, under worked slobs to an over exuberant battle hardened militia.
Solitary confinement was a standard punishment for almost any indiscretion, Isaac himself had over half a dozen stints in solitary.
Today though was all about introducing the population to the new chief screw. Apart from the new stricter regime and the improved attitudes of the guards. Warden James had drafted in a man with a horrifying reputation amongst inmates. Captain Lambert.
Lambert had decided to lay down the law. His law.
The hall was silent. The sound of footsteps the only thing that could be heard.
“For those of you who don’t know me. My name is Lambert.” This thick southern accent echoes around D wing.
“I am here to ensure all of you worthless scumbags can successfully be reintroduced back into society. To do this there will be some changes around here.” Lambert paced up and down, safely in between the rows of guards. His baton held in the right hand tapping his own shoulder.
“I am a hard man, but a fair one. I love the discipline. And as long as you fuckers fall in line we will all get along just fine. I don’t care about your persuasion, race or reason for being here. I treat all you worthless pieces of shit in exactly the same way.”
He stops and squares up directly with one of the most feared prisoners, a man named shorty. Of course though shorty was one of the biggest bastards you’d ever seen. He was over 6 and a half feet tall with biceps the width of oil barrels but Lambert didn’t care. He just stood there. The silence was only broken by Lamberts tobacco. Sing chewed and the direct intense eye contact between the two was….well awkward. Lamberts half smile was accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of his baton against this shoulder.
Turning away and back down the corridor of guards Lambert continued “There’s been too much trouble on D wing over the last year and my job is to bring order. This is a warning to all you sons of bitches. Warden James and I are in agreement. Order will be restored…by any means necessary.”
Lambert again turned around.
“You need to follow my rules here folks.”
He held his free hand up in the air
“1. Do as you’re told. No exceptions. The guards here are in charge. NOT the piece of shit population.” He raised his index finger
“2. Any groups of three or more will be dispersed. No exceptions “ He raised a second finger.
“And lastly. The most important rule. Number 3. Here inside these walls as far as you are all concerned. I am next to GOD.”
Without warning or provocation Lamberts baton connected with the back of Shortys knee. Bringing the big man down. Two guards immediately seized the opportunity to hold the big man. Despite his struggles Shorty had been taken completely by surprise and had no chance of defending himself.
Turning to shout at the general population Lambert spat on the floor : “Let this be the lesson you all need. No one. And I mean no one is beyond my reach.”
He turned back to shortly and looked down at him : “You poor bastard. This is for no other reason than you’re one big bastard with a bad reputation.”
Lambert raised the baton and slammed hit against the outstretched arm of Shorty. The sickening crunch of broken bone coupled with the screams of pain was enough for Vivas, Isaacs cell mate to instantly vomit. Two guards nearby swarmed Vivas, showering him with strokes from their batons.
“Shit.” Isaac said under his breath.
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Isaac was sat relaxing in his lounge. This had been a very rare occurrence over the last few weeks. Isaac had been very busy recently. He was either in the gym preparing for War games or supporting his friend and tag team partner Drake through a very difficult time. On top of that he had been left dealing with the demolition of the church Of the Faction and running the home. Did to his more than chequered past Isaac had found himself learning how to do many things for the first time.
The main bulk of his time was preoccupied in the fall out of Drake discovering he wasn’t the true son of David Wilcox. Helen had known and was there the day Drake walked into the room. The monster had found his real mother and then subsequently lost her in the space of 2 weeks.
Drake though hadn’t been seen since storming out of the locker room in the aftermath of the match at DOOM. Isaac wasn’t worried Drake was a grown ass man who could take care of himself. Isaac was however pissed that his friend had taken the car. Commuting on public transport took so much time and it was the absolute pits. Every bus had the feint stench of stale piss. Rubbish and graffiti everywhere. A strange mix of hard working people and absolute scum frequently using the pathetic excuse of a transport service. It wasn’t for Isaac.
He was still feeling sore following his match at DOOM. It had been nearly 2 weeks since the PPV and he was determined to use the next few days to ensure he was ready for his skeleton key qualifying match.
Unbelievable. Isaac thought. The fact he was even involved in the match was credit to how far he had come in the last 3 or 4 months. Isaac had accredited this to the planned destruction of James Wilcox and the Faction, coinciding with him joining the Game Changers. Larry Tact was inspirational to Isaac. The man had a vision, a plan and was always calm under pressure.
Today Isaac had decided to rewatch the War Games Match. Isaac wasn’t one for often reviewing the previous matches he was involved in but today he wanted to see Brody Adams in action. The man had on numerous occasions threatened to use his physicality to turn the tide and win the War games match. Isaac knew subconsciously he had to keep an eye on all his opponents but he had first hand experience of Donny Mason and Lord Raab. Those two were great wrestlers in their own right but someone who could manhandle Drake the way he did needed a second look.
Isaacs cell phone began to ring. It was on the side table, just out of reach. He leaned over to pick it up. The match still playing in the background. The pain he felt. The soreness similar to the first time anyone ever works out. His eyes barely leaving the TV Isaac decided that the pain was a small price to pay for the victory. A small price to pay for progression. It was something he was willing to endure, willing to take more of to continue his climb up the ladder.
Isaac turned the phone over and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Tact calling. Thank god it’s Not Drake or Helen. Isaac thought. He genuinely couldn’t be bothered with those two today.
“Hello?”
………
“Yeah good good!”
………
“Looking forward to it. I don’t fear any of them.”
………
“I know right? Haha! Any news on Mac Bane?”
………
“Doesn’t surprise me Larry. Guys a coward. Sneak attack like that. It’s like I said just give the word and I’ll spear him in half and take his head off.”
………
“HAHAHA! I know!”
………
“Yes! Look I’m in the match to win it. I’ll focus on that. We’ll deal with Mac Bane soonsee you later brother. Bye!”
He put the phone down
“Thank fuck it wasn’t that bitch.”
“OH I’m a bitch am I?”
“Helen….shit.”
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Lambert was sat in a big dark red leather chair. His feet were up on a solid wooden desk. The guys office reminiscent of an old gentleman’s smoking club.
Isaac stood directly in-front of the desk. His hands cuffed at the front.
“You asked to see me Mr. Lambert?” Isaac wasn’t in the mood to provoke this psychopath.
Lambert : “Ah yes! Mr. Isaac!”
Isaac : “Just Isaac.”
Lambert stared at him and chewed his tobacco. Isaac could see in the man’s eyes that there was a deeper evil in this man. If he hadn’t have been a screw then you could easily have seen him serving time.
Lambert : “I’m told you are a man the population respect. Is this right?”
Isaac : “I don’t know.”
Lambert took his feet off the desk and leaned forward in his chair.
Lambert : “C’mon Isaac. Let’s take a look at this.”
He opened a folder on the desk and began to read.
“August 11th. Fight. September 3rd fight. September 18th fight. Solitary for one month. October 20th fight. Repeat incident. Solitary three months. Shall I go on?” Lambert looked up at Isaac.
Isaac smiled : “Just defending myself boss.”
Lambert : “Sure.”
Isaac stood there. Deciding it best not to respond.
Lambert : “Here’s the deal Isaac. I’ve had my eye on you over the two weeks I’ve been here. Your passive aggressive stance. Your stare-downs. It’s funny to see. Your record here is shocking. How long have you had added to your sentence here? A year?”
Isaac : “Two.”
Lambert : “So here’s the deal Isaac.” Lambert walked slowly towards him. Lambert stopped when the tips of their noses touched. Lambert spat his tobacco out onto Isaacs feet. Lambert looked back at Isaac and smiled. “Here’s your warning Isaac. I’m the new chief. You’re just a punk ass bitch. As long as we are clear about who’s in charge.”
Isaac smiled “Yes boss.”
Lambert spat again. The disgusting pig trying to provoke a reaction. Well he got one. Isaac saw red and head butted Lambert. His nose immediately splitting open and pouring blood. Isaac took one step backwards and kicked the new captain square in the chest.
Lambert rolled backwards over his desk. Various items falling with him. His chair knocked backwards.
Lambert got up quickly considering how dazed he must have been. He wiped his nose and dived at Isaac. The prisoner was prepared for the attack but Ill equipped to defend himself. Still cuffed Isaac tried to fight but Lamberts strength and advantage were too much.
Lambert : “I like your fighting spirit but you strike me again I’ll give you the biggest beating of your life.” One final kick whilst Isaac was down ended the last remnants of fighting spirit for today. Lambert signalled to his pals through the window.
“Take him to solitary. Half rations.”
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“So I’m a bitch huh? Nice Isaac thanks!” Helen dropped her bags on the floor.
“Too right you are! A lying one too!” Isaac immediately snapped back. “I’m done with your shit woman.”
“ISAAC! How many times do I need to say sorry? I can’t just tell you about my patients!”
“This was different! You know why is it always the fucking same with you? I’m good enough for you to run to when you need something but when it comes to the important stuff you repeatedly fuck me over?”
“Fuck you over? Are you for real Isaac?”
“Helen. You married and had a family with the man who put me in prison. You allowed him and his pals to beat the living shit out of me and you stood and watched. You turned your back on me when i needed you. You then out of nowhere come back to me because you knew my best friends real mother. I am done with you. Get. The. Fuck out.”
“Isaac. I’m leaving stocky.”
“My point proven. Just go.”
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Solitary for Isaac was just fine. It gave him the perfect opportunity to train. To be free from the fighting. If it wasn’t for the fact it was used in conjunction with extending your sentence then Isaac would be here more often.
His daily routine was easy. Wake up. Wash. Breakfast. Read. Train. Lunch. Train. Dinner. Train. Shower. Sleep. Repeat. It was, for prison life as stress free as you could get. To boot Isaac also didn’t mind being alone.
Isaac was on day 11 of his latest round of solitary. The door opening unexpectedly paused an intense round of push ups. It was amazing what exercise you can do in a small space with the right mind set.
Stepping through the door. Lambert and 2 of his goons. Isaac stood up and wiped his hands.
Goon: “Wall.”
Isaac stepped back. Arms at 90 degrees. The guard stepped forward and locked Isaac into the handcuffs attached to chains buried into the wall.
Lambert stepped forward into the light. His eyes still bruised. His nose with a big piece of tape over its bridge.
Isaac : “You fall over princess?” Isaac gesturing to the injury.
Lambert : “Funny fucker aren’t ya? ISUCK.”
Behind Lamber the figure of a man entered the room. Isaacs eyes widened. He immediately launched himself at the group stood infront of him. Kicking out. Isaac missed by inches. They were all stood just beyond his reach.
Lambert : “What’s wrong Isaac?”
Isaac : “Bastard.”
Lambert : “This is your religious time. Please meet father….”
Isaac : “Shut up.” Isaac looked down to the floor. “Hey Dad.”
Standing there. Bible clutched under his arm, dressed in ceremonial pastor clothing was the good father. The Reverend.
“Isaac. My son.” The Reverend sat on a chair which remained beyond the reach of Isaac.
Isaac : “Go. Just Leave.”
“Your mother sends her regards.”
Isaac : “she’s not my mother.”
“For as long as she’s my wife she is your mother.”
Isaac : “Fuck. Off.”
“How dare you. You little shit.” The Reverend lifted his right hand. Preparing to slap Isaac before realising he shouldn’t get too close.
Isaac : “You know. I always hated you. The big man. Battering a kid. A woman. My mother. You’re just lucky I wasn’t big enough to beat the shit out of you. Man of god. Pathetic.”
Reverend : “Both you and your mother got exactly what you deserved. There were times when you deserved more. Unruly. I’ll disciplined. My guidance and the guidance of our lord clearly wasn’t enough because you’re like a caged animal.”
Isaac : “Not enough? You hide behind that dog collar. You use it as a front or a defence for your behaviour. A child and woman beater.”
Reverend: “Dear Lord, I thank You for the power of forgiveness, and I choose to forgive everyone who has hurt me. Help me set Isaac free and release them to You. Help me to bless Isaac. Help him to heal those whom he has hurt. Help him to walk in righteousness, peace, and joy, demonstrating Your life here on earth. Help him choose to be kind and compassionate, forgiving others, just as I have forgiven him. In Jesus’ name, amen.”
Isaac at this point was stood as close as he can be. The chains at full tension. Isaac straining and ironically praying the chains would break. He would have given anything to get one shot at the bastard.
Isaac : “I don’t forgive you. Reverend. My mother doesn’t forgive you.”
Reverend : “Your mother. Was a drugged up whore.”
Isaac : “The time will come where I will get out of here. When I do. I’m going to fuck your up.”
Lambert began to laugh. “Times up. Same again tomorrow? And the next day? And everyday you’re in here Isaac?”
Isaac : “Fuck you.”
Lambert : “No fuck you!”
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Isaac arrived at the arena. He was ready. He’d trained. Rested and researched everything he could. It was now down to him.
The Skeleton key match was Isaacs real chance to make a name for himself. Sure he’d been in big matches before. The last of us gauntlets. Multiplayer title matches. War games at DOOM but this was the first chance for him as a singles competitor.
Lenny : “Isaac! A few words for the fans? Big match tonight?”
Isaac : “A few words? Ok.” Isaac grabbed the microphone and pushed Lenny away.
Isaac looked into the camera “Brody. Donny. Raab. Fear the beast. Centurion didn’t and I personally retired him. I’m a monster on a mission. This monster has been unleashed and my path if destruction is there for all to see. I’m walking in there tonight.” Isaac pointed to the doors. “And I’m walking out victorious.”
Drake, Blizzard and Tact all walked by. Drake tapped Isaac on the shoulder.
“Tonight by winning this match and marching on toward the final boss title I’m changing the game and direction of this company .”
The guards had assembled facing the prisoners. Like a guard of honour only the wrong way round. Each guard stood stern faced, batons in hand. It was a show of power.
Trouble had been escalating on the wing for the last twelve months. A war had broken out between Isaac and the rival gangs, The Inner City Posse and the Angels.
It all started when Isaac decided that enough was enough and attacked Robbins. His ex cell mate and key member of the Posse. The Angels saw it as a chance to assert dominance by going after some more key leaders. Their success was short lived. The Posse escalated the fight in kind.
Isaac was often caught in the crossfire. Physically he had over the last 22 months become one of the most dominant guys in the prison. Certainly the guy no one, even a gang wanted to cross in the wing.
The increase in violence saw a swift response from the Warden. Warden James had decided to bring about a series of initiatives to keep order. The first was to agree a new pay structure for the guards. It was based around performance and Instinctively the guards went from Under paid, under worked slobs to an over exuberant battle hardened militia.
Solitary confinement was a standard punishment for almost any indiscretion, Isaac himself had over half a dozen stints in solitary.
Today though was all about introducing the population to the new chief screw. Apart from the new stricter regime and the improved attitudes of the guards. Warden James had drafted in a man with a horrifying reputation amongst inmates. Captain Lambert.
Lambert had decided to lay down the law. His law.
The hall was silent. The sound of footsteps the only thing that could be heard.
“For those of you who don’t know me. My name is Lambert.” This thick southern accent echoes around D wing.
“I am here to ensure all of you worthless scumbags can successfully be reintroduced back into society. To do this there will be some changes around here.” Lambert paced up and down, safely in between the rows of guards. His baton held in the right hand tapping his own shoulder.
“I am a hard man, but a fair one. I love the discipline. And as long as you fuckers fall in line we will all get along just fine. I don’t care about your persuasion, race or reason for being here. I treat all you worthless pieces of shit in exactly the same way.”
He stops and squares up directly with one of the most feared prisoners, a man named shorty. Of course though shorty was one of the biggest bastards you’d ever seen. He was over 6 and a half feet tall with biceps the width of oil barrels but Lambert didn’t care. He just stood there. The silence was only broken by Lamberts tobacco. Sing chewed and the direct intense eye contact between the two was….well awkward. Lamberts half smile was accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of his baton against this shoulder.
Turning away and back down the corridor of guards Lambert continued “There’s been too much trouble on D wing over the last year and my job is to bring order. This is a warning to all you sons of bitches. Warden James and I are in agreement. Order will be restored…by any means necessary.”
Lambert again turned around.
“You need to follow my rules here folks.”
He held his free hand up in the air
“1. Do as you’re told. No exceptions. The guards here are in charge. NOT the piece of shit population.” He raised his index finger
“2. Any groups of three or more will be dispersed. No exceptions “ He raised a second finger.
“And lastly. The most important rule. Number 3. Here inside these walls as far as you are all concerned. I am next to GOD.”
Without warning or provocation Lamberts baton connected with the back of Shortys knee. Bringing the big man down. Two guards immediately seized the opportunity to hold the big man. Despite his struggles Shorty had been taken completely by surprise and had no chance of defending himself.
Turning to shout at the general population Lambert spat on the floor : “Let this be the lesson you all need. No one. And I mean no one is beyond my reach.”
He turned back to shortly and looked down at him : “You poor bastard. This is for no other reason than you’re one big bastard with a bad reputation.”
Lambert raised the baton and slammed hit against the outstretched arm of Shorty. The sickening crunch of broken bone coupled with the screams of pain was enough for Vivas, Isaacs cell mate to instantly vomit. Two guards nearby swarmed Vivas, showering him with strokes from their batons.
“Shit.” Isaac said under his breath.
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Isaac was sat relaxing in his lounge. This had been a very rare occurrence over the last few weeks. Isaac had been very busy recently. He was either in the gym preparing for War games or supporting his friend and tag team partner Drake through a very difficult time. On top of that he had been left dealing with the demolition of the church Of the Faction and running the home. Did to his more than chequered past Isaac had found himself learning how to do many things for the first time.
The main bulk of his time was preoccupied in the fall out of Drake discovering he wasn’t the true son of David Wilcox. Helen had known and was there the day Drake walked into the room. The monster had found his real mother and then subsequently lost her in the space of 2 weeks.
Drake though hadn’t been seen since storming out of the locker room in the aftermath of the match at DOOM. Isaac wasn’t worried Drake was a grown ass man who could take care of himself. Isaac was however pissed that his friend had taken the car. Commuting on public transport took so much time and it was the absolute pits. Every bus had the feint stench of stale piss. Rubbish and graffiti everywhere. A strange mix of hard working people and absolute scum frequently using the pathetic excuse of a transport service. It wasn’t for Isaac.
He was still feeling sore following his match at DOOM. It had been nearly 2 weeks since the PPV and he was determined to use the next few days to ensure he was ready for his skeleton key qualifying match.
Unbelievable. Isaac thought. The fact he was even involved in the match was credit to how far he had come in the last 3 or 4 months. Isaac had accredited this to the planned destruction of James Wilcox and the Faction, coinciding with him joining the Game Changers. Larry Tact was inspirational to Isaac. The man had a vision, a plan and was always calm under pressure.
Today Isaac had decided to rewatch the War Games Match. Isaac wasn’t one for often reviewing the previous matches he was involved in but today he wanted to see Brody Adams in action. The man had on numerous occasions threatened to use his physicality to turn the tide and win the War games match. Isaac knew subconsciously he had to keep an eye on all his opponents but he had first hand experience of Donny Mason and Lord Raab. Those two were great wrestlers in their own right but someone who could manhandle Drake the way he did needed a second look.
Isaacs cell phone began to ring. It was on the side table, just out of reach. He leaned over to pick it up. The match still playing in the background. The pain he felt. The soreness similar to the first time anyone ever works out. His eyes barely leaving the TV Isaac decided that the pain was a small price to pay for the victory. A small price to pay for progression. It was something he was willing to endure, willing to take more of to continue his climb up the ladder.
Isaac turned the phone over and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Tact calling. Thank god it’s Not Drake or Helen. Isaac thought. He genuinely couldn’t be bothered with those two today.
“Hello?”
………
“Yeah good good!”
………
“Looking forward to it. I don’t fear any of them.”
………
“I know right? Haha! Any news on Mac Bane?”
………
“Doesn’t surprise me Larry. Guys a coward. Sneak attack like that. It’s like I said just give the word and I’ll spear him in half and take his head off.”
………
“HAHAHA! I know!”
………
“Yes! Look I’m in the match to win it. I’ll focus on that. We’ll deal with Mac Bane soonsee you later brother. Bye!”
He put the phone down
“Thank fuck it wasn’t that bitch.”
“OH I’m a bitch am I?”
“Helen….shit.”
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Lambert was sat in a big dark red leather chair. His feet were up on a solid wooden desk. The guys office reminiscent of an old gentleman’s smoking club.
Isaac stood directly in-front of the desk. His hands cuffed at the front.
“You asked to see me Mr. Lambert?” Isaac wasn’t in the mood to provoke this psychopath.
Lambert : “Ah yes! Mr. Isaac!”
Isaac : “Just Isaac.”
Lambert stared at him and chewed his tobacco. Isaac could see in the man’s eyes that there was a deeper evil in this man. If he hadn’t have been a screw then you could easily have seen him serving time.
Lambert : “I’m told you are a man the population respect. Is this right?”
Isaac : “I don’t know.”
Lambert took his feet off the desk and leaned forward in his chair.
Lambert : “C’mon Isaac. Let’s take a look at this.”
He opened a folder on the desk and began to read.
“August 11th. Fight. September 3rd fight. September 18th fight. Solitary for one month. October 20th fight. Repeat incident. Solitary three months. Shall I go on?” Lambert looked up at Isaac.
Isaac smiled : “Just defending myself boss.”
Lambert : “Sure.”
Isaac stood there. Deciding it best not to respond.
Lambert : “Here’s the deal Isaac. I’ve had my eye on you over the two weeks I’ve been here. Your passive aggressive stance. Your stare-downs. It’s funny to see. Your record here is shocking. How long have you had added to your sentence here? A year?”
Isaac : “Two.”
Lambert : “So here’s the deal Isaac.” Lambert walked slowly towards him. Lambert stopped when the tips of their noses touched. Lambert spat his tobacco out onto Isaacs feet. Lambert looked back at Isaac and smiled. “Here’s your warning Isaac. I’m the new chief. You’re just a punk ass bitch. As long as we are clear about who’s in charge.”
Isaac smiled “Yes boss.”
Lambert spat again. The disgusting pig trying to provoke a reaction. Well he got one. Isaac saw red and head butted Lambert. His nose immediately splitting open and pouring blood. Isaac took one step backwards and kicked the new captain square in the chest.
Lambert rolled backwards over his desk. Various items falling with him. His chair knocked backwards.
Lambert got up quickly considering how dazed he must have been. He wiped his nose and dived at Isaac. The prisoner was prepared for the attack but Ill equipped to defend himself. Still cuffed Isaac tried to fight but Lamberts strength and advantage were too much.
Lambert : “I like your fighting spirit but you strike me again I’ll give you the biggest beating of your life.” One final kick whilst Isaac was down ended the last remnants of fighting spirit for today. Lambert signalled to his pals through the window.
“Take him to solitary. Half rations.”
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“So I’m a bitch huh? Nice Isaac thanks!” Helen dropped her bags on the floor.
“Too right you are! A lying one too!” Isaac immediately snapped back. “I’m done with your shit woman.”
“ISAAC! How many times do I need to say sorry? I can’t just tell you about my patients!”
“This was different! You know why is it always the fucking same with you? I’m good enough for you to run to when you need something but when it comes to the important stuff you repeatedly fuck me over?”
“Fuck you over? Are you for real Isaac?”
“Helen. You married and had a family with the man who put me in prison. You allowed him and his pals to beat the living shit out of me and you stood and watched. You turned your back on me when i needed you. You then out of nowhere come back to me because you knew my best friends real mother. I am done with you. Get. The. Fuck out.”
“Isaac. I’m leaving stocky.”
“My point proven. Just go.”
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Solitary for Isaac was just fine. It gave him the perfect opportunity to train. To be free from the fighting. If it wasn’t for the fact it was used in conjunction with extending your sentence then Isaac would be here more often.
His daily routine was easy. Wake up. Wash. Breakfast. Read. Train. Lunch. Train. Dinner. Train. Shower. Sleep. Repeat. It was, for prison life as stress free as you could get. To boot Isaac also didn’t mind being alone.
Isaac was on day 11 of his latest round of solitary. The door opening unexpectedly paused an intense round of push ups. It was amazing what exercise you can do in a small space with the right mind set.
Stepping through the door. Lambert and 2 of his goons. Isaac stood up and wiped his hands.
Goon: “Wall.”
Isaac stepped back. Arms at 90 degrees. The guard stepped forward and locked Isaac into the handcuffs attached to chains buried into the wall.
Lambert stepped forward into the light. His eyes still bruised. His nose with a big piece of tape over its bridge.
Isaac : “You fall over princess?” Isaac gesturing to the injury.
Lambert : “Funny fucker aren’t ya? ISUCK.”
Behind Lamber the figure of a man entered the room. Isaacs eyes widened. He immediately launched himself at the group stood infront of him. Kicking out. Isaac missed by inches. They were all stood just beyond his reach.
Lambert : “What’s wrong Isaac?”
Isaac : “Bastard.”
Lambert : “This is your religious time. Please meet father….”
Isaac : “Shut up.” Isaac looked down to the floor. “Hey Dad.”
Standing there. Bible clutched under his arm, dressed in ceremonial pastor clothing was the good father. The Reverend.
“Isaac. My son.” The Reverend sat on a chair which remained beyond the reach of Isaac.
Isaac : “Go. Just Leave.”
“Your mother sends her regards.”
Isaac : “she’s not my mother.”
“For as long as she’s my wife she is your mother.”
Isaac : “Fuck. Off.”
“How dare you. You little shit.” The Reverend lifted his right hand. Preparing to slap Isaac before realising he shouldn’t get too close.
Isaac : “You know. I always hated you. The big man. Battering a kid. A woman. My mother. You’re just lucky I wasn’t big enough to beat the shit out of you. Man of god. Pathetic.”
Reverend : “Both you and your mother got exactly what you deserved. There were times when you deserved more. Unruly. I’ll disciplined. My guidance and the guidance of our lord clearly wasn’t enough because you’re like a caged animal.”
Isaac : “Not enough? You hide behind that dog collar. You use it as a front or a defence for your behaviour. A child and woman beater.”
Reverend: “Dear Lord, I thank You for the power of forgiveness, and I choose to forgive everyone who has hurt me. Help me set Isaac free and release them to You. Help me to bless Isaac. Help him to heal those whom he has hurt. Help him to walk in righteousness, peace, and joy, demonstrating Your life here on earth. Help him choose to be kind and compassionate, forgiving others, just as I have forgiven him. In Jesus’ name, amen.”
Isaac at this point was stood as close as he can be. The chains at full tension. Isaac straining and ironically praying the chains would break. He would have given anything to get one shot at the bastard.
Isaac : “I don’t forgive you. Reverend. My mother doesn’t forgive you.”
Reverend : “Your mother. Was a drugged up whore.”
Isaac : “The time will come where I will get out of here. When I do. I’m going to fuck your up.”
Lambert began to laugh. “Times up. Same again tomorrow? And the next day? And everyday you’re in here Isaac?”
Isaac : “Fuck you.”
Lambert : “No fuck you!”
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Isaac arrived at the arena. He was ready. He’d trained. Rested and researched everything he could. It was now down to him.
The Skeleton key match was Isaacs real chance to make a name for himself. Sure he’d been in big matches before. The last of us gauntlets. Multiplayer title matches. War games at DOOM but this was the first chance for him as a singles competitor.
Lenny : “Isaac! A few words for the fans? Big match tonight?”
Isaac : “A few words? Ok.” Isaac grabbed the microphone and pushed Lenny away.
Isaac looked into the camera “Brody. Donny. Raab. Fear the beast. Centurion didn’t and I personally retired him. I’m a monster on a mission. This monster has been unleashed and my path if destruction is there for all to see. I’m walking in there tonight.” Isaac pointed to the doors. “And I’m walking out victorious.”
Drake, Blizzard and Tact all walked by. Drake tapped Isaac on the shoulder.
“Tonight by winning this match and marching on toward the final boss title I’m changing the game and direction of this company .”
