Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2012 0:33:50 GMT -5
(OOC: Posted in two parts as the word count characters expired on me. This is just one RP. Thanks!)
"In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the police who investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are NOT their stories."[/i]
Monday - April 23rd, 2012- 2:36pm
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania[/color]
"Young lady are you out of your mind?"[/i]
The prominent voice can be heard speaking just as our cameras come into focus. It doesn't take us very long to realize just where we are. As the great seal of the state of Pennsylvania beckons us from its station on the wall ahead. A large oak desk sits in the forefront, also affixed with a seal. The seal of the Governor. We are indeed privileged enough to be inside the residence of the Governor of Pennsylvania, Tom Corbett. The Republican paces back and forth in front of his desk as he addresses someone. Our cameras pan toward the west just enough to see WCF's own, Sarah Twilight. She is dressed in tailor crafted business attire. Quite outside the norm for her. But, when meeting with a government official, casual is probably not the greatest choice. Governor Corbett continues to address her.
Gov. Corbett: You expect me to ban the sale of alcohol throughout the entire state of Pennsylvania for the remainder of the month? I simply cannot authorize such a thing![/i]
Sarah looks annoyed, but undeterred as she sets a briefcase down in front of her. Rifling through its contents, she comes across the documents she was looking for. With the items in hand, she again engages the Governor in conversation.
Sarah: I can understand your position, Governor. However, those of us representing the Mothers Against Drunk Driving demand action to be taken. At the very least, you can look into the possibility of denying the sale and purchase of alcoholic beverages for this man? He was just recently exonerated on a technicality after a fatal crash claimed the lives of two small children while he was under the influence.[/i]
She hands the Governor some documents. They depict a photograph of one, Jay Price. The current WCF World Champion. These documents however, are doctored rap sheets which indicate that the man in the photographs had been arrested on multiple DUI charges over the course of the past few years. Corbett looks over the documents for a few moments before gently placing them down on the desk behind him. He leans a thigh over the desk in a half seated fashion, folding his hands in front of him as he was going to address the situation, regrettably.
Gov. Corbett: Ma'am, while I can appreciate the concern of our citizens for the safety and welfare of everyone who resides in this state, my hands are tied on the matter. I have no legal authority to deny the sale of alcohol to any individual. [/i]
He sighs, pausing a moment before continuing. Of course being politically correct as he attempted to explain the laws.
Gov. Corbett: Listen, the only avenue that you may explore is the rights to deniability. However, those laws are regulated by each individual. The probability of creating a cease order on the sale of alcohol with every outlet in the state with a license to sell it, well it's miniscule.[/i]
The rights to deniability. Sarah was familiar with the law. You know, that one that is posted in taverns, grocery stores, malls and almost any goods merchant. It reads, "We reserve the right to deny service to anyone, at any time, for any reason". Well, that wasn't going to help whatsoever. Just as he stated, convincing every bar, liquor store, and grocer who carried alcohol in the state would be next to impossible. And even if it could be done, it would take far more time than what Sarah had. She scowls a bit at Corbett as she snatches the documents from his desk, stuffing them back into the briefcase.
Sarah: Well Governor, you have proven to be completely useless this afternoon. Good day to you.[/i]
She grabs her things as she makes her way toward the exit, shoving off a few of the Governor's staff who merely try to lead her out. She pauses at the door, glaring back at the Governor with a smirk.
Sarah: And good luck with re-election. I am sure you'll do "just fine" with such a stance.[/i]
The sarcasm doesn't go unnoticed as Corbett sighs a bit, watching the gorgeous redhead leave. Perhaps this plan hadn't gone as expected, though it wasn't a complete waste. With someone as intelligent as Sarah Twilight, the wheels were always turning. Indeed they were. As she makes her way out of the building, she peeks into her briefcase slightly, and grins. Inside, she has some sort of an identification badge, complete with the Governor's seal affixed to it. She must have swiped it from the desk when making the commotion with her documents. What was she going to do next? Well, we certainly won't have to wait very long to find out. Our scene fades out at this point.
Monday - April 23rd, 2012 - 10:51pm
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania[/color]
ShopRite. If you are from the east coast, particularly Pennsylvania, New Jersey, parts of New York and possibly Delaware, you know of the supermarket chain well. As our cameras come back into focus, we can see the unmistakeable black shopping cart in the forefront of a sunbeamed yellow circle. A red bar draped below the symbol with the word ShopRite written in a semi script font. That was the recognizable logo for the Shoprite supermarkets. And as we get a panoramic view of the grocer chain, viewing the various advertisements for the Can Can sale, and fresh market fish, we pause. Here we see Sarah Twilight once again. She is still dressed in a business professional manner. Speaking with the active manager on duty, she shows him documents. The very same documents that she had shown the Governor earlier. There is one distinct difference about this exchange. She isn't "asking" the manager for his cooperation, she's telling him he will.
Manager: I...I don't understand. The state is enacting a ban sale for just one person?[/i]
Sarah nods as the man questions her instructions. However, she was quite convincing, having a full identification and all, proclaiming herself to be representing the state depertment on behalf of the Governor. She continues on, weaving her web of deceit for the man.
Sarah: This man is a fugitive of the law. We have spent years tracking his movements. Though he always seems to be a step ahead. The purpose of this alcohol ban is purely to flush him out. His habits have shown severe alcoholic tendancies. If seen, he should be reported immediately. Failure to comply will result in the revocation of your alcohol and tobacco license. Do you understand my instructions?[/i]
The manager is obviously very confused. However, the threat of losing his ABC license was enough to force compliance from him. Sarah hands him enough copies of Jay Price's photograph with which to place at each checkout, instructing the cashiers to deny him the purchase of alcohol.
Sarah: I thank you for your time, Sir. Now you be certain to follow the instructions I have given you. Have a good evening.[/i]
The man is left scratching his head as Sarah exits the grocery store. Now outside, she removes one of the photocopies of Price's mug and begins taping it onto the plexiglass windows of the storefront. She chooses a prime location, right over their main ads for Can Can. Just as she secures the last piece of tape to the picture, the reflection of flashing red and blue lights can be seen from behind her. The shine a flood light in her direction and whirl the siren for just a second to get her attention. Really, was all of that necessary? As if the lights weren't enough, you need to blare the sirens too?
Great. Just what we need, a black and white. Fucking cops, what in the hell were they doing here? Four hours of traveling around Philadelphia, plastering her posters on every store front. From Pathmark, to IGA, to WaWa....that's it! Fucking Wawa. That damn red dot Indian mother fucker called the police. They always call the police for everything, don't they? Everyone is suspicious to them. Alright, we'll just play it cool. They don't know that Sarah ISN'T with the state department. Just play the trump card. My authority is larger than yours. Exactly, that should work nicely.
Sarah: Is there something that I may help you with, officer?[/i]
Two pigs step out from the cruiser. They both cautiously approach. You know, cause everyone has a gun according to them. In any case, Sarah was going to play it cool. Let's see what they know, and move on from there.
Officer: Ma'am, we're going to need to see some identification.[/i]
Sarah nods. This should be easy enough, right?
Sarah: Of course.[/i]
She holds her state department identification high from the collar of her blouse. The officers have a look. They seem satisfied, or perhaps not?
Officer: Do you have a driver's license to verify those credentials?[/i]
Well damn. This isn't going as smoothly as we would have thought, now is it? Alright, it's time to play the authority card. We need to get these street patroling idiots back in their car and gone, fast!
Sarah: I have shown you that I am with the State Department. That should be sufficient enough. Now, if there is not something of importance, I suggest that you continue with your patrol. Any futher interference with my investigation shall result in your badges on my desk by morning.[/i]
It works! The two officers nod their heads apologetically and begin back for the patrol car. They do, however, linger about for a few moments, having a discussion.
Officer: What is it Watkins? [/i]
Officer Watkins: Man, I know that woman from somewhere, Mahoney.[/i]
Officer Mahoney:We have done work with the state when Corbett is in town?[/i]
Officer Watkins: No, it's not like that. I know I've seen her...wait![/i]
Watkins leans himself about halfway into the cruiser and uses the mounted computer at the dash to confirm his suspicions. After a few moments, he emerges from the passenger's seat and looks directly at Mahoney.
Officer Watkins: I knew it! That is Sarah Twilight, a pro wrestler. My kid watches that shit on t.v. all the time. She ain't with the state department.[/i]
That is all Mahoney needed to hear. He draws his gun and motions back toward Sarah, being affirmative with his tone of voice.
Officer Mahoney:Ma'am, place your hand against the wall![/i]
Sarah looks more annoyed by the officer than concerned. After all, the ploy had worked, hadn't it?
Sarah: I don't believe you comprehend the loss of badge, do you?[/i]
Officer Mahoney:I said hands against the wall, Miss Twilight, NOW![/i]
Oh crap, he just said her name, didn't he? I guess the cat is out of the bag. Sarah sighs and places her hands against the wall. Mahoney moves in, holstering his gun as he removes his handcuffs. He takes her left hand to begin the cuffing process and that is when her instinct takes over. She elbows Mahoney in the face and grabs him into a headlock, ramming his head into the window a few times. This assault is short lived as two prongs pierce her flesh on the shoulder and send thousands of volts coursing through her. Watkins stands there with his taser, having subdued her.
Officer Watkins: Assaulting an officer? Not smart, lady![/i]
Officer Mahoney gets back to his feet, a bit dazed after the sudden assault. He doesn't look happy as he cuffs her, dragging her toward the patrol car.[/color][/i]
Officer Mahoney:Obstruction of justice in a federal investigation. Impersonating a government official. Assault on a police officer, criminal mischief, and we'll come up with some more for you alright![/i]
Wait, obstructing a federal investigation? Now we come down to the actual reason they were here. Sarah had refused to take part in the faux trial of Seth Lerch. Why might she do that, you ask? Perhaps because she wasn't up for play pretend. The whole thing was a sham. Jonny Fly, representing Lerch as an attorney? No one sees issue with that? Come ON! Yes, you may choose to represent yourself in leui of an attorney, however, you MUST be a licensed attorney at law to act in the defense of another person. Being in the witness protection program, as Fly claimed, and having been arrested before, as Fly had also claimed, excludes him from practicing law in the United States. In fact, it excludes him from having any type of career in criminal justice. Therefore, his acting as Lerch's defense attorney was absolutely absurd. But enough about that. Right now, Sarah was being arrested, apparently on a multitude of charges. We fade out here as the squad car pulls off, heading Sarah toward her next destination: jail!
Philadelphia Police Department - Station 113, South District[/color]
The sound of a garage door opening is heard just as our scene opens to a large industrial garage. The door opens, allowing entry to a police cruiser, once the cruiser is inside, the garage door closes behind it. It pulls up to a small area with one secure door labeled "Intake". Two officers step out of the front of the cruiser as it parks, and they open the back, and we watch as Sarah Twilight exits the vehicle, her hands cuffed behind her back. One of the officers gets on his radio as they prepare to bring her inside.
Officer Watkins: One transport. Open intake south.[/i]
Soon after a loud buzz is heard as the intake door clicks and is now opened. They bring Sarah inside and the door closes behind them. Now a very loud click is heard as it relocks. The hallway is very plain, with markings on the floor directing the path through the police station's holding area. The come to a small room that contains nothing but a bench, and ahead of where Sarah is placed is a small booth with a plexi-glass window. Another officer sits inside of this booth, with a computer, entering data for the jail. The arresting officers hand him a form containing all of Sarah's information. He begins entering the data into the computer.
Booth Officer: We got a live on huh? Look at all them charges. She is gonna be staying with us for a loooooong time.[/i]
The officers laugh, of course making sure that statement was said loud enough for Sarah to hear it. They even look in her direction to see if it had affected her at all. She just sits there smug, waiting as they finish intake procedure. Now they begin speaking very quietly, trying to make certain Sarah does not hear what they say.
Booth Officer: So how many of these will stick?[/i]
Officer Mahoney:Only one definite. We'd need some incriminating evidence for the others.[/i]
Officer Watkins: Take a statement from her?[/i]
Booth Officer: Let's have Taylor do it.[/i]
Officer Mahoney:Alright. We'll take her up to interrogation after you finish intake.[/i]
The booth officer finishes entering the information. And then they two arresting officers escort Sarah out from the intake room and down further in the narrow hallway. They come to an elevator. Once it recahes them, they have Sarah enter, and they follow, bringing her up to the second level of the police station. When they step off of the elevator you can see this area is much nicer than the sub-level. And is obviously not meant for booked prisoners. However Sarah hadn't been booked yet. They lead her down through the carpeted lobby and passed a few offices. They come to the end of the hall and to the left and right of them are two rooms, labeled Interrogation A and Interrogation B. Room A is obviously in use as we hear voices from the other side. One of them cries out.
"Alright. I did it! I did it!"
The officers escort Sarah into room B. There is nothing in the room but a table, and three chair. One at one end of the table, and two across from it at the other end. sarah is instructed to sit. The door is closed and she waits for the interrogation to begin. Back out in the hall we see Two plain clothes men walk out from Interrogation room A. They are obviously detectives. They briefly converse with the two uniformed officers.
Officer Mahoney:Hey Bill. Went well with Baxter in there?[/i]
Detective Taylor: Took only seventeen hours. He finally cracked. What do we have in B?[/i]
Officer Mahoney: Let's see, we have aggravated assault on a police officer, criminal tresspass, multiple counts criminal mischief, obstruction of; federal homicide.[/i]
Detective Taylor: Federal Homicide? This should be good.[/i]
Officer Mahoney:Oh, it gets better. Perp is her employer.[/i]
Detective Taylor: Alright, let's meet this perp. I'll see where I can get with him.[/i]
Officer Mahoney:Oh this one, it's a she.[/i]
Detective Taylor: Oh, this day can't get any stranger.[/i]
Detective Taylor enters room B followed by the other detective. The officers depart back to there duties as the interrogation begins.
The Interrogation[/color]
Taylor walks inside, another detective behind him. They close the door, and Taylor tosses Sarah's file folder on the table before he takes a seat. She just looks at him with a smug grin. Taylor is not pleased by this.
Detective Taylor: I can see already you think this is funny.[/i]
Sarah: Oh but it is. [/i](she smirks)
Detective Taylor: Really? We'll see how funny it is when you spend about the next fifty years in prison.[/i]
Sarah laughs.
Sarah: You and I both know that isn't going to happen.[/i]
Detective Taylor: And how do you know that Miss....[/i](he looks down at her file)...Twilight? [/i]
Sarah: Because Detective...if you had what you needed to charge me and send me away for such a long time, I would already be locked away in a cell and you wouldn't care to speak to me. But because you are here speaking with me...it means you have absolutely jack shit.[/i]
Detective Taylor: I only want the truth. It will make things much easier on us all if you just tell me what happened. Then we can get you out of here.[/i]
Again, Sarah laughs at him.
Sarah: What happened with what detective?[/i]
She smirks at him.
Detective Taylor:Oh I see. You want to be a smart ass. Well alright smart ass. This is how it works, you either tell me what happened in New York, or I just charge you with everything right now. The judge will have a field day with you.[/i]
Sarah: (grinning heavily) Go ahead. Charge me, and stop wasting my time.[/i]
Detective Taylor: I know what you did Miss Twilight. I have witnesses. You are making this more difficult on yourself.[/i]
Sarah: So go and ask your "witnesses" to help you. I have nothing to say to you.[/i]
Taylor stands up and shakes his head, he exits the room. The other detective begins speaking now.
Det.:[/b]: Hi there....Sarah is it? I'm Detective Wilson. Listen, we are just trying to help you here. I understand. You juat made a few wrong choices. Why don't you just tell us what went wrong so we can help you out?[/i]
Sarah almost becomes unhinged with laughter. She laughs at him for a long moment and finally settles down enough.
Sarah: Listen, Detective...Wilson is it? I am trying to help you here. I understand, You're just doing your job. Why don't you just take your good cop, bad cop routine and shove it up your ass, okay? Don't insult my intelligence.[/i]
Detective Wilson sighs, looking at her.
Det. Wilson: Sarah, do you really want to spend all of this time in jail? Do you realize how serious the charges you are facing are?[/i]
Sarah: I realize that neither of you two idiots have anything to work with. Now just put me in a cell and get it over with. I am not going to answer any of your damn questions.[/i]
Det. Wilson: I know what you think Sarah. We're the bad guys because of the badge. But we are really trying to make this as easy as possible for you. We can talk to the Prosecutor on your behalf, lesson the charges. But the only way that is going to happen is if you help us out here.[/i]
Detective Taylor re-enters the room, and shuts the door. He looks at Wilson.
Detective Taylor: Where are we at with her?[/i]
Det. Wilson: No change.[/i]
Det. Taylor looks at Sarah and gets very aggressive with threats.
Detective Taylor: Do you know what happens to people like you in prison? It's a shame, such a pretty looking girl going in there. They'll tear you apart. You will wind up being some fat dyke's bitch. Is that what you want? You want to have to call some dyke Mama?[/i]
Det. Wilson: She doesn't want that. She's a good girl, just misguided.[/i]
Detective Taylor: She's a lowlife scumbag. You deserve to rot. That's what you want isn't it? You think you're tough, you'll see what tough is missy when the inmates get a hold of you. I have a long list of charges on you, I'm ready to go over to the DA's office right now and file them. You'll be in here for a long time.[/i]
Det. Wilson: Sarah, we know you don't want that to happen. Work with us here. We can make some of these charges go away. All you have to do is tell us what happened.[/i]
Detective Taylor's phone rings, he steps off to the side of the room and quickly takes the call, speaking quietly.
Detective Taylor: Yeah, I'm in the middle of something now. I'll see you later when I get home. Yeah I love you too.[/i]
He hangs up his phone and folds his arms, looking down sternly at Sarah after the back and forth methods they used to try and wear her down. Sarah looks up at the detective and sighs.
Sarah: Alright, I'll tell you what you want to know.[/i]
Det. Taylor readies his pad and pen to take down what she says. Wilson gives her the go ahead.
Sarah: I didn't think anyone knew, but now I think she knows.[/i]
Detective Taylor: Who is she? We need a name here.[/i]
Sarah: Mrs. Taylor.[/i]
Detective Taylor: You trying to get cute now huh?[/i]
Sarah: I think she knows. I think she knows it all.[/i]
Detective Taylor: Knows what? I'm not in the mood for these games.[/i]
Sarah: She knows about your affair. She knows you've been sleeping around behind her back.[/i]
Detective Taylor: You better watch your mouth missy. I ask the questions in here.[/i]
Sarah: Alright detective. You go ahead and ask the questions. But now you'll never know how it is that I know you are cheating on your wife. And you'll always wonder if you are going to get caught. Because you are a detective, and you know the truth always comes out eventually.[/i]
Detective Taylor looks very angrily at Sarah as he slams the pen down onto the table and folds his arms.
Detective Taylor: And just what is it that makes you think I am cheating on my wife?[/i]
Sarah: I don't think it...I know it. Your wife just called you, that was her on the phone. And yet, you only were out of this room for fifteen minutes. When you returned, you reek of woman's perfume. The only way you would get that smell is to be close enough to a woman for the scent to rub off. Meaning you were VERY close to someone other than your wife as she is at home. So you Detective, are having an affair with someone here in this building...tell me Detective, is't it against policy for you to be romantically involved with someone at work? You can even lose your badge over that couldn't you? [/i]
Sarah smirks as she stares at Det. Taylor with mischievous eyes. Taylor slams his fists down onto the table and stands up, looking at Wilson.
Detective Taylor: Just.....just book her! Get her out of my sight! [/i]
Taylor storms out of the room, and Wilson instructs Sarah to stand. He escorts her out of the interrogation room and back into the carpeted hallway, passing the offices once again.
Det. Wilson: Next stop....Women's Correctional Facility.[/i]
Sarah: It's about damn time.[/i]
Det. Wilson: In a hurry to be beaten and raped are we?[/i]
Sarah:(smirks) You really think that affects me don't you? [/i]
Det. Wilson: Whatever you say lady. This ain't no acting. You get in there those women will hurt you for real. But you're a big tough wrestler, so you shouldn't have anything to worry about. [/i](he chuckles)
They head back through the lobby and again get on the elevator, going down to the sub-level. When the exit the elevator, they head away from the intake area, and instaed head down the corridor in the opposite direction. Finally reaching the end, there are a row of holding cells. Many of them are occupied, with only one person to each cell. Wilson opens and empty one and has Sarah step inside. He removes the handcuffs from her hands and then closes the cell door, locking her inside.
Sarah: Some correctional facility.[/i] (she smirks at him)
Det. Wilson: Oh don't you worry, you'll be heading there soon enough. This is where you'll sit until they decide to come and get you.[/i]
Sarah: And...my phone call?[/i]
Det. Wilson: You'll get it when they transport you.[/i]
He walks off, leaving her in the holding tank. each cell is very small, with a metal bench to sleep on, and a toilet/sink combination. The area smells badly, and it is very cold, and damp inside of here. There are others inmates awaiting transport, they all look to the new detainee. One of the women call out to Sarah.
Inmate: Yo convict...what you in fo'?[/i]
Sarah ignores the inmate and just lays down on the uncomfortable bench, placing her hands behind her head as she stares up at the celing.
Inmate: New meat ignoring me. Dats a'ight convict. We see how you roll when we get to state.[/i]
Some of the other inmates laugh and respond.
Inmate 2: Whitey ain't gonna last. Dem crackers never do.[/i]
Inmate 3: She young blood. She ain't even making it to population, I bet dey gonna take care o' her in depot.[/i]
Inmate: I gon take care of dis convict. I never like dem white bitches anyway.[/i]
They laugh again and finally it goes quiet. It remains that way for several hours as they just wait and wait. Finally a door clicks open and a number of guards come into the holding cell area. They bang loudly on the cells. One of the guards addresses the inmates.
Booking, Processing and Bond[/color]
Guard: Alright Ladies, it's moving time. When I call you name you respond to me. Understood? Good. Jennings...[/i]
Inmate: That be me.[/i]
Guard: Miles....[/i]
Inmate 3: Yo.[/i]
Guard: Winslow...[/i]
Inmate 2: Over here man.[/i]
Guard: Morris...[/i]
Inmate 4: Yo yo.[/i]
Guard: Owens...[/i]
Inmate 5: Dat me.[/i]
Guard: Twilight...[/i]
There is no response to his question and the guard calls out again.
Guard: Twilight.....come on now which one of you ladies is Twilight?[/i]
Finally Sarah stands up and looks at the guard. He checks her name on his list.
Guard: You ain't got a mouth or something, sunshine?[/i]
Sarah: Oh I can speak just fine.[/i]
Guard: Alright, load em up.[/i]
The inmates are removed from their cells, and handcuffed in a long chain, ankles are shackled as well. Each of them is connected to the other on the chain. Once they are all secure. The guard calls for them to be taken to the prison trasport area. They walk to an outside area, it is now daytime, the sun is shining brightly. There is a van outside that reads "Department of Corrections" and there are another two guards waiting near it with the door open.
Guard: Take a good look ladies, because that is the last time any of you will see the sun for a long time.[/i]
They are all shuffled into the van awkwardly amongst the chain and they sit in the back of the van, which of course is lined with a prison cage. The van starts off and the are on the road for a few long hours. Nobody speaks to one another, though Jennings, Miles and Winslow shoot a few nasty glares at Sarah, as she is the only white woman among the inmates. Eventually they reach their destination. The Women's State Prison. The large gates surrounding the facility are covered with Razor wire. There is a large prison yard, with a small field, basketball courts and the like. And beyond all of that, there is another razor wired fence, and there sits the prison. A very old, barbaric looking structure designed to warehouse the worst of the worst. The windows on the building are tint slots in the walls, with bars running up and down them. And the building itself is made of brick, reinforced with iron slabs. The van drives to the intake dock of the prison, beyond many systems of gates designed to prevent any escape attempts. The van comes to a stop and after a few, the van door is opened.
Guard: Clear out, come on hurry it up.[/i]
One by one the inmates leave the van, still chained to each other. They are lined up as a large sealed door, much larger than the small city jail's is opened with a combination of two keys and an entry code. The women are shuffled inside to an intake holding pen. Once there, a group of female corrections officers uncuff them and remove the shackles. They are given direct instructions.
Lead Female Guard: Listen up ladies. This is my house, and in my house, you obey my rules. Each of you is going to remove your clothing and place it into the bags we will assign you. You will be issued a prison uniform, and a supply of toiletries. Once we have you processed you are going to the holding unit. This is where you will find out if you will recieve a bail amount or not. After this...and ONLY after this will you get your phone call.[/i]
Another female guard walks down the line, handing each of the inmates a small plastic bag for their personal items to go into. Each of the women remove their clothing and place the items in the bags. They are then issued uniforms. They are a faded blue uniforms that all read Department of Corrections. Sarah and the others dress into their uniforms and are also given prison slippers to wear on their feet. Finally each of them gets a small tote bag that contains things like toilet paper, toothpaste etc. They are now filed through the hall to an open processing area. Each of them is fingerprinted, mug shots are taken, and each gets a prisoner's identification badge. After this is complete, they wait one by one to be called before the magistrate for bond. When it is Sarah's turn, she is brought back to a small room, inside is a chair, and a television monitor. On the monitor is the court room. Looking around she notices a camera in the room, as well as a small microphone, allowing communication between Sarah and the judge. The judge takes his seat and looks over Sarah's file.
Judge: Alright. Looking here I see you've been charged with aggravated assault on a peace officer, five counts of criminal mischief, impersonating a federal official, and obstruction of a federal investigation. Do you understand these charges.[/i]
Sarah: Sure thing.[/i]
Sarah folds her arms, she noticed that all of the other charges the detectives claimed she would be charged with, weren't there as they had no evidence. The judge continues.
Judge: This is not a trial or preliminary. Meaning I don't need to know if you plead guilty or not. I can't give you any legal advice. I am simply here to set your bond according to state law. Do you understand this?[/i]
Sarah: Yep.[/i]
The judge proceeds to set bond.
Judge: Criminal mischief is a class C misdemenaor, I will set bond at five hundred dollars per charge on those. Aggravated assault on a police officer is a felony, so for this I will set bond at fifty thousand dollars. The other charges are federal offenses. I am obligated to set the maximum bond for both at a total of one hundred thousand dollars, pending federal indictement. Do you have any questions about the bonds?[/i]
Sarah: Yeah, do I get my phone call now?[/i]
Judge: When you are brought back into the processing area, you will be given your phone call.[/i]
The session ends and Sarah is brought back to the processing area. She is given use of the phone now and she dials a number, making her one free phone call. In the background, the other new inmates who have already seen the judge are being lined up as a guard prepares to take them to the prison population. Sarah finally gets hold of whom she was calling.
Sarah: Yeah hey it's me....where do you think I am? I'm in fucking jail. I just had bail set for me....hundred and fifty thousand. Get it from my account, you know how. Alright, thanks Rachel. I'll talk to you soon.[/i]
She hangs up the phone and is moved through processing to line up with the others as they prepared to enter prison population. Our scene fades to black.
Population[/color]
The sliding of cell doors is heard as our scene re-opens. Sarah Twilight is being escorted, along with other inmates into Prison population. They are each given a bedroll and shuffled down the hallways to various housing units known as a cell block. They are divided off into several units. Sarah is given unit C, she enters inside as the cell door is closed behind her. Inside it is a large day room, with some bolted down tables and chairs. Various bunks line the room, there are three toilets, one shower stall, a few pay phones designed to make collect calls only, and one television set mounted to the wall. All of the prisoners look at the new arrival and chatter amongst themselves.
Inmate 1:A cracker, look at dat.[/i]
Inmate 2: Yo dat be dat chick off a tv.[/i]
Inmate 3: Yeah, I know who dat is, she a wrestla.[/i]
Sarah finds an empty bunk and places her bedroll and tote bag on it. One of the other inmates walk up to her. It is a fairly decent sized black woman. She eyes Sarah up and down.
Inmate 4: Yo cracker. When meal time comes, yo' tray is mine. Got it bitch?[/i]
Sarah ignores the woman and puts up her items. The inmate gets angry.
Inmate 4:Yo bitch I'm talkin' to you yo. I said yo' tray is mine.[/i]
Sarah smirks and looks at her.
Sarah: Okay.[/i]
The inmate walks away all thuggish and joins a few of the other inmates.
Inmate 4: That's how we do. Gotta show dem crackers what up.[/i]
The chatter continues as time just drags on. The television set is turned on, and a group of various inmates is watching one of the movies that is on cable. Sarah just makes her bunk and lies down in it, letting the time go by. After a while the cell door is opened and a guard enters, followed by two inmates who are on the work tier.
Guard: Chow time.[/i]
The worker inmates start handing out trays of food to everyone, and a cup of juice. The food on the trays is generic. Looks like crap, and is not a large enough portion. The inmates all take a tray and take seats at the tables. Sarah gets given a tray and a cup and she sits at the table, just looking at it. After the guard and worker inmates have gone, the thuggish black woman returns, standing near Sarah.
Inmate 4: Yo whiey, let me get my tray.[/i]
Sarah continues to stare at the very generic looking food on the tray.
Inmate 4: Yo I ain't playin' wit you yo. I said dat tray is mine. [/i]
Sarah slowly removes all of the food items off of the tray and when she is finished she suddenly takes the tray and bashes the woman in the head with it. The inmate falls back and Sarah looks down at her.
Sarah:(smirking) The tray is yours.[/i]
She tosses the tray down at the woman now. A few other inmates move in as if they were going to do something to Sarah, but they are halted by a larger black woman, about the size and shape of Queen Latifah. she starts calming them down.
Inmate 6: Whoa whoa whoa hold up. Chill people. Let me handle this.[/i]
The woman takes her tray and sits down across from Sarah, looking at her. Sarah looks over at her as well.
Sarah: Something I can help you with?[/i]
Inmate 6: I know who you are. You're Sarah Twilight. We don't get very much in here but the T.V.[/i]
Sarah: You know my name. Isn't that special?[/i]
Inmate 6: (chuckles) Same attitude you have on T.V. I'm Bebe by the way. They call me Lil' B but it don't matter which you call me.[/i]
Sarah: I really don't care.[/i]
Bebe: You might wanna care in here. It's all about gaining respect as to whether or not you get punked. What you just did to Laquisha earns respect. So I guess you ain't just some fake T.V. tough. It took some guts to do something like that. You got my respect.[/i]
Sarah:(unenthused) Whooptey doo. [/i]
Bebe: Hey, if you wanna fly solo that's on you. But you ain't gonna last long with that kinda attitude.[/i]
Sarah: I'll be out of here by tomorrow. I don't intend on staying long.[/i]
Bebe: Oh you think bail works like that? Girl you gonna be here at least a few days by the time they process your bail.[/i]
Sarah looks up again, now looking a bit intrerested in hearing what this woman had to say.
Bebe: I ain't kidding. They take their damn time getting you out of here. So you might want to eat your meal. I know it ain't no filet mignon, but we ain't getting any better.[/i]
Sarah again looks down at the food, she was hungry, but she was still very hesitant at eating any prison food. It wasn't disgusting, but it was certainly not appealing either.
Sarah: So I have to sit here....lovely.[/i]
Bebe: So you really put a hurting on each other in the ring huh? They isn't staged?[/i]
Sarah laughs.
Sarah: You people really think wrestling is staged? That is laughable. If what I did was all staged, I wouldn't be sitting here now.[/i]
Bebe: True. Well, we get to see Slam in here, but we don't get to see the big events. I hope you win. It's good to see someone with some heart representing.[/i]
Sarah: There is no hope involved. I will walk out with the world championship at Aftermath.[/i]
Bebe: Just as arrogant as on T.V. too. Girl, you can put a hurting on people, no question about that. But don't go thinking you can't lose, because you can. Anybody can lose.[/i]
Sarah: I won't lose....I will continue to roll through people as I have been.[/i]
Bebe: Yeah but you don't have a regular match girl. You have a match against two people at the same time. Which means you need to embrace your weaknesses before they are exposed.[/i]
Sarah smirks again.
Sarah: I don't have any weaknesses. That is why I am on top.[/i]
Bebe: (laughs) Girl that's one of them right there, you are just way too arrogant. I can see why, you have a great offense. You just put the beating to people like no tomorrow, and if this was just a regular match, no question you would win. But it's not, so you need a good defense just as well.[/i]
Sarah: (laughs) I don't need a defense when I am the one giving out the ass kickings.[/i]
Bebe: Come on girl. You just don't get it do you? You have to be able to watch yo back. You have to outclass them, out manuever them. You can take the hits yeah, but you don't want them getting too much offense on you. Girl, you need to outclass them in everything, leave no openings. You gotta have eyes in the back of yo head. You beatin' down one, the other one can have open season.[/i]
Sarah ponders this for a moment and looks back at Bebe.
Sarah: And that is some good advice. Save it for someone who actually needs it.[/i]
Bebe: Oh I see, you think you that good. Alright hotshot. I tell you what, you beat The Break, then you are right, you don't need my advice, and you have no weaknesses.[/i]
Sarah: What the hell is "The Break"?[/i]
Bebe: Natalie Jones, big, mean, and black. Solid muscle. They call her The Break, because anyone who gets in her way gets broken. She has never once been beat in prison yard boxing.[/i]
Sarah looks a bit confused now.
Sarah: First of all, I am a wrestler, what would fighting a boxer prove? And secondly....they have boxing matches in prison?[/i]
Bebe: Nah, these are just organized prison yard fights. The guards don't care and let it go on, usually because they enjoy watching girls get the shit beaten out of them by The Break.[/i]
Sarah looks around the room, there are several inmates there, none fitting the description. She sees a few women who are very skinny, almost nothing to them but bones, they look sickly, and one of them is hurling into one of the toilets. She looks back at Bebe.
Sarah: And which one of the inmates in here is "The Break"?[/i]
Bebe: Oh she's on D block. You won't see her until tomorrow morning when we in the yard.[/i]
Sarah: Alright, I'll fight her. And when I am finished kicking her ass, will you stop talking to me?[/i]
Bebe: (laughs) It's a deal girl. Good luck....you'll need it.[/i]
Sarah smirks.
Sarah: I don't need luck.[/i]
She pauses, glancing back over at the woman getting sick in the toilet.
Sarah: What is up with her? Looks like she's dying.[/i]
Bebe looks over to where Sarah was looking.
Bebe: Oh she's dope sick. That's what happens when you are on the hard shit like heroin and you ain't get it in a few days.[/i]
Sarah shakes her head.
Sarah: Pathetic waste of life.[/i]
Bebe: Girl, don't you care about anything but yourself? Them girls is addicted, usually get caught up in the game out on the streets. Geena over there turned to the game when her man used to beat her, it was a release, an escape from the pain. Wanda used to turn tricks, got high because it was forced on her. Everybody in here has a story. People don't just wake up and decide they want to be a dope addict, or a convict.[/i]
Sarah folds her arms as she listens to the story, and then nods her head slightly. Finally, Sarah decides to eat her meal. She eats it very slowly and without any enthusiasm.
Bebe: You play spades?[/i]
Sarah looks up from her food, again puzzled.
Sarah: Spades?[/i]
Bebe: It's a card game, like I said, we ain't got much in here.[/i]
Sarah: I'll pass.[/i]
Bebe: A'ight girl. You rest up then. You got The Break in the morning.[/i]
Sarah smirks again, taking her time, she finishes her meal and returns to her bunk. Laying down for the night. She and the other inmates eventually all fall asleep and are woken in the morning for roll call. The female guards check every inmate, making sure they are all present before taking them out to the prison yard.
"The Break"[/i][/color]
The prison yard is active, some people playing basketball and others hanging around talking in groups. Sarah walks outside, Bebe is with her. The yard is surrounded by multiple layers of fencing, all wrapped in razor wire. Guard towers are posted in various areas, with armed prison guards to each tower. As the women from C block make their way to where all the activities are taking place, they come upon a circle of inmates all rooting and hollering. Sarah looks on and we see there is a fight taking place. The guards assigned to watch the yard are just standing by, laughing about it.
Sarah: So this is it eh?[/i]
Bebe: Oh yeah girl. The Break already got started today.[/i]
When they get closer they can see a hispanic woman getting completely beaten by a very large black woman. The woman is more muscular than most men are, she is quick, agile and most definitely mean. She assaults the decently sized hispanic woman with a combination of fists that knock the woman out just as they approach. The crowd of inmates is riled up and cheer on the beating as the hispanic woman is dragged out of the fight.
Bebe: You still want to have a go at her?[/i]
Sarah: I am not intimidated by anyone.[/i] (she grins)
Bebe: Alright girl, I'm just telling you now, you ain't ready. You ain't got no defense for her.[/i]
Sarah: We'll see about that.[/i]
The Break raises her hands up and jumps up and down as the inmates cheer her on, she hadn't even broken a sweat against the woman she just disposed of.
The Break: Oh yeah baby, that's what I'm talkin bout. Who want some of dis?[/i]
Sarah steps forward through the crowd of inmates. Bebe and the others from C block move in close to watch this, Bebe turns to the other girls.
Bebe: Man she stubborn, this ain't gonna be good.[/i]
The Break notices Sarah step into the fight circle. And Sarah is definitely smaller than her. The Break smiles and looks at Sarah.
The Break: Lookey here. White bred want some of dis....Imma fuck you up girl. You best go back to making doiley's or some shit.[/i]
Many of the black women in the crowd laugh and a few of them recognize Sarah from holding.
Jennings: Yo fuck dat cracker up.[/i]
Miles: Whitey is hit yo.[/i]
Sarah doesn't move, she stands in the circle and wants to fight. Bebe and a few girls from C block are the only ones who cheer her on.
Bebe: Come on girl, show em what up.[/i]
Sarah meets The Break in the center of the circle and the inmates go wild, rooting the fight to start. Sarah is the aggressor as she swings several fists at The Break, but every one of the shots is ducked or blocked. This leaves Sarah open and The Break takes two lightning quick shots that catch Sarah in the jaw and she falls back to the dirt. This gets a response from the crowd of inmates who are enjoying what is happening. Sarah starts to slowly get to her feet and Bebe leans down beside her.
Bebe: Come on girl...defense. You can't leave yourself open. Remember you have to outclass your opponent.[/i]
Sarah ignores the advice and she gets back to her feet, brushing off the dust and gets back into a fighting stance.
The Break: White Bred wants some more. A'ight den.[/i]
Sarah again heads at The Break aggressively, but again The Break dodges and blocks the aggressive shots and cataches Sarah with a knee to the face, sending her back down. And again the crowd goes nuts rooting The Break on. Bebe again tries to offer advice.
Bebe: You ain't gonna get her like that. She's too quick for you. You have to fight defensively.[/i]
Sarah wipes some blood from her lip, looking back at Bebe.[/color][/i]
Sarah: I thought you said this was boxing.[/i]
Bebe: Prison rules girl, anything go.[/i]
Sarah shakes her head, again getting back to her feet, and again she brushes the dust off, she is slightly dazed but nevertheless she moves forward, ready to go again.
The Break: Damn, white bred got heart. You keep comin' back. Dat a'ight, I enjoys knocking yo' ass down.[/i]
Again they square off, and Sarah tries again to approach it aggressively. The Break counters her attempt with a very hard shot to the gut, which knocks the wind out of Sarah, and it is followed up with an uppercut that sends Sarah right back down to the ground. Blood spurts out of her mouth. Bebe leans down, looking at a very dazed Sarah now.
The Break: You had enough yet white bred? You want some more?[/i]
Sarah again tries to get back to her feet, but Bebe and some of the C block girls hold her back, putting her ego in check. Bebe answers.
Bebe: She had enough yo. It's over.[/i]
Sarah looks at Bebe, still being stubborn.
Sarah: Fuck that, I ain't finished with her yet.[/i]
Bebe: You gonna get yourself hurt girl. You need to be okay for that Pay Per View.[/i]
Sarah reluctantly nods.
Bebe: You ready to swallow your pride yet, and learn some defense?[/i]
Sarah: Alright, fine.[/i]
The Break gloats and celebrates with some of the other inmates as Bebe, Sarah and the women from C block head back from the yard.
Slightly later on....[/color]
Back in C Block, Sarah is sitting at one of the tables, Bebe and a few others across from her. She has showered already and has had some time to shake off the effects of the fight. Now she has finally agreed to listen to some advice.
Bebe: A'ight girl. You know why you lost out there. No defense. You have a great offense, but it ain't gonna win you a triple threat if your defense ain't just as good. Remember what I said, you have to outclass your opponents. Once you get this defense down, you will fo sho walk out of that match with that belt.[/i]
Sarah: I'm listening.[/i]
Bebe: First thing you gotta do is keep your guard up. I know you a wrestler, not a boxer, but you need to only take your shots when there's an opening. You don't want to leave yourself open. Let your opponent make the mistake. Let's get started girl, we got about two, three days before you be out of here. You can beat The Break, we just gotta get you set now that you realize you do have a weakness.[/i]
Sarah nods. Her and Bebe stand, and begin training. Sarah is seen building her quickness, and agility in defense as she ducks and dodges as Bebe simulates the motions of punches being thrown. This alternates with her also blocking punches, and kicks in succession. Our scene fades out as brutal week of nonstop defensive training begins.
Our scene re-opens inside of C block where we see Sarah Twilight finish up with some vigorous defensive training. Bebe and the other women look on as she finishes a set of chin ups using the top bunk.
Bebe: Damn girl, you flew through that training. You have the ultimate offense, and now an ultimate defense. Ain't nothing gonna stand in your way.[/i]
Sarah hops down from the bunk as she finishes her repetitions. She looks to Bebe.
Sarah: (smirking) That's damn right. [/i]
Bebe: You gonna win and keep that title for a long time girl. So you feeling like you want another round with The Break?[/i]
Sarah: You already know my answer to that. Of course I do. Though it would have been helpful for me to know she boxes professionally.[/i]
Bebe: Hey now, I told you she was undefeated in prison fights.[/i]
Sarah: There's still a difference.[/i]
Bebe: True dat. But still, she ain't got no work for you now. You keep that guard up, and your offense is unstoppable.[/i]
Sarah smirks heavily, the other women on the tier nod in agreement.
Laquisha: I ain't wanna be The Break tomorrow. Damn white girl gonna fuck somethin' up fierce.[/i]
Bebe: Hell yeah. That's why this girl in the world championship match yo. She is fo sho taking that match against Fly and Price.[/i]
Sarah: I've told you that from the beginning.[/i]
Bebe: Yeah, well now we know fo sho.[/i]
Laquisha:I knew dat shit since she hit me in da head wit dat tray yo.[/i]
Bebe shakes her head and laughs.
Bebe: A'ight ya'll. Lets get us some sleep yo. We got an ass whoopin to watch tomorrow.[/i]
"In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the police who investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are NOT their stories."[/i]
Monday - April 23rd, 2012- 2:36pm
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania[/color]
"Young lady are you out of your mind?"[/i]
The prominent voice can be heard speaking just as our cameras come into focus. It doesn't take us very long to realize just where we are. As the great seal of the state of Pennsylvania beckons us from its station on the wall ahead. A large oak desk sits in the forefront, also affixed with a seal. The seal of the Governor. We are indeed privileged enough to be inside the residence of the Governor of Pennsylvania, Tom Corbett. The Republican paces back and forth in front of his desk as he addresses someone. Our cameras pan toward the west just enough to see WCF's own, Sarah Twilight. She is dressed in tailor crafted business attire. Quite outside the norm for her. But, when meeting with a government official, casual is probably not the greatest choice. Governor Corbett continues to address her.
Gov. Corbett: You expect me to ban the sale of alcohol throughout the entire state of Pennsylvania for the remainder of the month? I simply cannot authorize such a thing![/i]
Sarah looks annoyed, but undeterred as she sets a briefcase down in front of her. Rifling through its contents, she comes across the documents she was looking for. With the items in hand, she again engages the Governor in conversation.
Sarah: I can understand your position, Governor. However, those of us representing the Mothers Against Drunk Driving demand action to be taken. At the very least, you can look into the possibility of denying the sale and purchase of alcoholic beverages for this man? He was just recently exonerated on a technicality after a fatal crash claimed the lives of two small children while he was under the influence.[/i]
She hands the Governor some documents. They depict a photograph of one, Jay Price. The current WCF World Champion. These documents however, are doctored rap sheets which indicate that the man in the photographs had been arrested on multiple DUI charges over the course of the past few years. Corbett looks over the documents for a few moments before gently placing them down on the desk behind him. He leans a thigh over the desk in a half seated fashion, folding his hands in front of him as he was going to address the situation, regrettably.
Gov. Corbett: Ma'am, while I can appreciate the concern of our citizens for the safety and welfare of everyone who resides in this state, my hands are tied on the matter. I have no legal authority to deny the sale of alcohol to any individual. [/i]
He sighs, pausing a moment before continuing. Of course being politically correct as he attempted to explain the laws.
Gov. Corbett: Listen, the only avenue that you may explore is the rights to deniability. However, those laws are regulated by each individual. The probability of creating a cease order on the sale of alcohol with every outlet in the state with a license to sell it, well it's miniscule.[/i]
The rights to deniability. Sarah was familiar with the law. You know, that one that is posted in taverns, grocery stores, malls and almost any goods merchant. It reads, "We reserve the right to deny service to anyone, at any time, for any reason". Well, that wasn't going to help whatsoever. Just as he stated, convincing every bar, liquor store, and grocer who carried alcohol in the state would be next to impossible. And even if it could be done, it would take far more time than what Sarah had. She scowls a bit at Corbett as she snatches the documents from his desk, stuffing them back into the briefcase.
Sarah: Well Governor, you have proven to be completely useless this afternoon. Good day to you.[/i]
She grabs her things as she makes her way toward the exit, shoving off a few of the Governor's staff who merely try to lead her out. She pauses at the door, glaring back at the Governor with a smirk.
Sarah: And good luck with re-election. I am sure you'll do "just fine" with such a stance.[/i]
The sarcasm doesn't go unnoticed as Corbett sighs a bit, watching the gorgeous redhead leave. Perhaps this plan hadn't gone as expected, though it wasn't a complete waste. With someone as intelligent as Sarah Twilight, the wheels were always turning. Indeed they were. As she makes her way out of the building, she peeks into her briefcase slightly, and grins. Inside, she has some sort of an identification badge, complete with the Governor's seal affixed to it. She must have swiped it from the desk when making the commotion with her documents. What was she going to do next? Well, we certainly won't have to wait very long to find out. Our scene fades out at this point.
Monday - April 23rd, 2012 - 10:51pm
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania[/color]
ShopRite. If you are from the east coast, particularly Pennsylvania, New Jersey, parts of New York and possibly Delaware, you know of the supermarket chain well. As our cameras come back into focus, we can see the unmistakeable black shopping cart in the forefront of a sunbeamed yellow circle. A red bar draped below the symbol with the word ShopRite written in a semi script font. That was the recognizable logo for the Shoprite supermarkets. And as we get a panoramic view of the grocer chain, viewing the various advertisements for the Can Can sale, and fresh market fish, we pause. Here we see Sarah Twilight once again. She is still dressed in a business professional manner. Speaking with the active manager on duty, she shows him documents. The very same documents that she had shown the Governor earlier. There is one distinct difference about this exchange. She isn't "asking" the manager for his cooperation, she's telling him he will.
Manager: I...I don't understand. The state is enacting a ban sale for just one person?[/i]
Sarah nods as the man questions her instructions. However, she was quite convincing, having a full identification and all, proclaiming herself to be representing the state depertment on behalf of the Governor. She continues on, weaving her web of deceit for the man.
Sarah: This man is a fugitive of the law. We have spent years tracking his movements. Though he always seems to be a step ahead. The purpose of this alcohol ban is purely to flush him out. His habits have shown severe alcoholic tendancies. If seen, he should be reported immediately. Failure to comply will result in the revocation of your alcohol and tobacco license. Do you understand my instructions?[/i]
The manager is obviously very confused. However, the threat of losing his ABC license was enough to force compliance from him. Sarah hands him enough copies of Jay Price's photograph with which to place at each checkout, instructing the cashiers to deny him the purchase of alcohol.
Sarah: I thank you for your time, Sir. Now you be certain to follow the instructions I have given you. Have a good evening.[/i]
The man is left scratching his head as Sarah exits the grocery store. Now outside, she removes one of the photocopies of Price's mug and begins taping it onto the plexiglass windows of the storefront. She chooses a prime location, right over their main ads for Can Can. Just as she secures the last piece of tape to the picture, the reflection of flashing red and blue lights can be seen from behind her. The shine a flood light in her direction and whirl the siren for just a second to get her attention. Really, was all of that necessary? As if the lights weren't enough, you need to blare the sirens too?
Great. Just what we need, a black and white. Fucking cops, what in the hell were they doing here? Four hours of traveling around Philadelphia, plastering her posters on every store front. From Pathmark, to IGA, to WaWa....that's it! Fucking Wawa. That damn red dot Indian mother fucker called the police. They always call the police for everything, don't they? Everyone is suspicious to them. Alright, we'll just play it cool. They don't know that Sarah ISN'T with the state department. Just play the trump card. My authority is larger than yours. Exactly, that should work nicely.
Sarah: Is there something that I may help you with, officer?[/i]
Two pigs step out from the cruiser. They both cautiously approach. You know, cause everyone has a gun according to them. In any case, Sarah was going to play it cool. Let's see what they know, and move on from there.
Officer: Ma'am, we're going to need to see some identification.[/i]
Sarah nods. This should be easy enough, right?
Sarah: Of course.[/i]
She holds her state department identification high from the collar of her blouse. The officers have a look. They seem satisfied, or perhaps not?
Officer: Do you have a driver's license to verify those credentials?[/i]
Well damn. This isn't going as smoothly as we would have thought, now is it? Alright, it's time to play the authority card. We need to get these street patroling idiots back in their car and gone, fast!
Sarah: I have shown you that I am with the State Department. That should be sufficient enough. Now, if there is not something of importance, I suggest that you continue with your patrol. Any futher interference with my investigation shall result in your badges on my desk by morning.[/i]
It works! The two officers nod their heads apologetically and begin back for the patrol car. They do, however, linger about for a few moments, having a discussion.
Officer: What is it Watkins? [/i]
Officer Watkins: Man, I know that woman from somewhere, Mahoney.[/i]
Officer Mahoney:We have done work with the state when Corbett is in town?[/i]
Officer Watkins: No, it's not like that. I know I've seen her...wait![/i]
Watkins leans himself about halfway into the cruiser and uses the mounted computer at the dash to confirm his suspicions. After a few moments, he emerges from the passenger's seat and looks directly at Mahoney.
Officer Watkins: I knew it! That is Sarah Twilight, a pro wrestler. My kid watches that shit on t.v. all the time. She ain't with the state department.[/i]
That is all Mahoney needed to hear. He draws his gun and motions back toward Sarah, being affirmative with his tone of voice.
Officer Mahoney:Ma'am, place your hand against the wall![/i]
Sarah looks more annoyed by the officer than concerned. After all, the ploy had worked, hadn't it?
Sarah: I don't believe you comprehend the loss of badge, do you?[/i]
Officer Mahoney:I said hands against the wall, Miss Twilight, NOW![/i]
Oh crap, he just said her name, didn't he? I guess the cat is out of the bag. Sarah sighs and places her hands against the wall. Mahoney moves in, holstering his gun as he removes his handcuffs. He takes her left hand to begin the cuffing process and that is when her instinct takes over. She elbows Mahoney in the face and grabs him into a headlock, ramming his head into the window a few times. This assault is short lived as two prongs pierce her flesh on the shoulder and send thousands of volts coursing through her. Watkins stands there with his taser, having subdued her.
Officer Watkins: Assaulting an officer? Not smart, lady![/i]
Officer Mahoney gets back to his feet, a bit dazed after the sudden assault. He doesn't look happy as he cuffs her, dragging her toward the patrol car.[/color][/i]
Officer Mahoney:Obstruction of justice in a federal investigation. Impersonating a government official. Assault on a police officer, criminal mischief, and we'll come up with some more for you alright![/i]
Wait, obstructing a federal investigation? Now we come down to the actual reason they were here. Sarah had refused to take part in the faux trial of Seth Lerch. Why might she do that, you ask? Perhaps because she wasn't up for play pretend. The whole thing was a sham. Jonny Fly, representing Lerch as an attorney? No one sees issue with that? Come ON! Yes, you may choose to represent yourself in leui of an attorney, however, you MUST be a licensed attorney at law to act in the defense of another person. Being in the witness protection program, as Fly claimed, and having been arrested before, as Fly had also claimed, excludes him from practicing law in the United States. In fact, it excludes him from having any type of career in criminal justice. Therefore, his acting as Lerch's defense attorney was absolutely absurd. But enough about that. Right now, Sarah was being arrested, apparently on a multitude of charges. We fade out here as the squad car pulls off, heading Sarah toward her next destination: jail!
Philadelphia Police Department - Station 113, South District[/color]
The sound of a garage door opening is heard just as our scene opens to a large industrial garage. The door opens, allowing entry to a police cruiser, once the cruiser is inside, the garage door closes behind it. It pulls up to a small area with one secure door labeled "Intake". Two officers step out of the front of the cruiser as it parks, and they open the back, and we watch as Sarah Twilight exits the vehicle, her hands cuffed behind her back. One of the officers gets on his radio as they prepare to bring her inside.
Officer Watkins: One transport. Open intake south.[/i]
Soon after a loud buzz is heard as the intake door clicks and is now opened. They bring Sarah inside and the door closes behind them. Now a very loud click is heard as it relocks. The hallway is very plain, with markings on the floor directing the path through the police station's holding area. The come to a small room that contains nothing but a bench, and ahead of where Sarah is placed is a small booth with a plexi-glass window. Another officer sits inside of this booth, with a computer, entering data for the jail. The arresting officers hand him a form containing all of Sarah's information. He begins entering the data into the computer.
Booth Officer: We got a live on huh? Look at all them charges. She is gonna be staying with us for a loooooong time.[/i]
The officers laugh, of course making sure that statement was said loud enough for Sarah to hear it. They even look in her direction to see if it had affected her at all. She just sits there smug, waiting as they finish intake procedure. Now they begin speaking very quietly, trying to make certain Sarah does not hear what they say.
Booth Officer: So how many of these will stick?[/i]
Officer Mahoney:Only one definite. We'd need some incriminating evidence for the others.[/i]
Officer Watkins: Take a statement from her?[/i]
Booth Officer: Let's have Taylor do it.[/i]
Officer Mahoney:Alright. We'll take her up to interrogation after you finish intake.[/i]
The booth officer finishes entering the information. And then they two arresting officers escort Sarah out from the intake room and down further in the narrow hallway. They come to an elevator. Once it recahes them, they have Sarah enter, and they follow, bringing her up to the second level of the police station. When they step off of the elevator you can see this area is much nicer than the sub-level. And is obviously not meant for booked prisoners. However Sarah hadn't been booked yet. They lead her down through the carpeted lobby and passed a few offices. They come to the end of the hall and to the left and right of them are two rooms, labeled Interrogation A and Interrogation B. Room A is obviously in use as we hear voices from the other side. One of them cries out.
"Alright. I did it! I did it!"
The officers escort Sarah into room B. There is nothing in the room but a table, and three chair. One at one end of the table, and two across from it at the other end. sarah is instructed to sit. The door is closed and she waits for the interrogation to begin. Back out in the hall we see Two plain clothes men walk out from Interrogation room A. They are obviously detectives. They briefly converse with the two uniformed officers.
Officer Mahoney:Hey Bill. Went well with Baxter in there?[/i]
Detective Taylor: Took only seventeen hours. He finally cracked. What do we have in B?[/i]
Officer Mahoney: Let's see, we have aggravated assault on a police officer, criminal tresspass, multiple counts criminal mischief, obstruction of; federal homicide.[/i]
Detective Taylor: Federal Homicide? This should be good.[/i]
Officer Mahoney:Oh, it gets better. Perp is her employer.[/i]
Detective Taylor: Alright, let's meet this perp. I'll see where I can get with him.[/i]
Officer Mahoney:Oh this one, it's a she.[/i]
Detective Taylor: Oh, this day can't get any stranger.[/i]
Detective Taylor enters room B followed by the other detective. The officers depart back to there duties as the interrogation begins.
The Interrogation[/color]
Taylor walks inside, another detective behind him. They close the door, and Taylor tosses Sarah's file folder on the table before he takes a seat. She just looks at him with a smug grin. Taylor is not pleased by this.
Detective Taylor: I can see already you think this is funny.[/i]
Sarah: Oh but it is. [/i](she smirks)
Detective Taylor: Really? We'll see how funny it is when you spend about the next fifty years in prison.[/i]
Sarah laughs.
Sarah: You and I both know that isn't going to happen.[/i]
Detective Taylor: And how do you know that Miss....[/i](he looks down at her file)...Twilight? [/i]
Sarah: Because Detective...if you had what you needed to charge me and send me away for such a long time, I would already be locked away in a cell and you wouldn't care to speak to me. But because you are here speaking with me...it means you have absolutely jack shit.[/i]
Detective Taylor: I only want the truth. It will make things much easier on us all if you just tell me what happened. Then we can get you out of here.[/i]
Again, Sarah laughs at him.
Sarah: What happened with what detective?[/i]
She smirks at him.
Detective Taylor:Oh I see. You want to be a smart ass. Well alright smart ass. This is how it works, you either tell me what happened in New York, or I just charge you with everything right now. The judge will have a field day with you.[/i]
Sarah: (grinning heavily) Go ahead. Charge me, and stop wasting my time.[/i]
Detective Taylor: I know what you did Miss Twilight. I have witnesses. You are making this more difficult on yourself.[/i]
Sarah: So go and ask your "witnesses" to help you. I have nothing to say to you.[/i]
Taylor stands up and shakes his head, he exits the room. The other detective begins speaking now.
Det.:[/b]: Hi there....Sarah is it? I'm Detective Wilson. Listen, we are just trying to help you here. I understand. You juat made a few wrong choices. Why don't you just tell us what went wrong so we can help you out?[/i]
Sarah almost becomes unhinged with laughter. She laughs at him for a long moment and finally settles down enough.
Sarah: Listen, Detective...Wilson is it? I am trying to help you here. I understand, You're just doing your job. Why don't you just take your good cop, bad cop routine and shove it up your ass, okay? Don't insult my intelligence.[/i]
Detective Wilson sighs, looking at her.
Det. Wilson: Sarah, do you really want to spend all of this time in jail? Do you realize how serious the charges you are facing are?[/i]
Sarah: I realize that neither of you two idiots have anything to work with. Now just put me in a cell and get it over with. I am not going to answer any of your damn questions.[/i]
Det. Wilson: I know what you think Sarah. We're the bad guys because of the badge. But we are really trying to make this as easy as possible for you. We can talk to the Prosecutor on your behalf, lesson the charges. But the only way that is going to happen is if you help us out here.[/i]
Detective Taylor re-enters the room, and shuts the door. He looks at Wilson.
Detective Taylor: Where are we at with her?[/i]
Det. Wilson: No change.[/i]
Det. Taylor looks at Sarah and gets very aggressive with threats.
Detective Taylor: Do you know what happens to people like you in prison? It's a shame, such a pretty looking girl going in there. They'll tear you apart. You will wind up being some fat dyke's bitch. Is that what you want? You want to have to call some dyke Mama?[/i]
Det. Wilson: She doesn't want that. She's a good girl, just misguided.[/i]
Detective Taylor: She's a lowlife scumbag. You deserve to rot. That's what you want isn't it? You think you're tough, you'll see what tough is missy when the inmates get a hold of you. I have a long list of charges on you, I'm ready to go over to the DA's office right now and file them. You'll be in here for a long time.[/i]
Det. Wilson: Sarah, we know you don't want that to happen. Work with us here. We can make some of these charges go away. All you have to do is tell us what happened.[/i]
Detective Taylor's phone rings, he steps off to the side of the room and quickly takes the call, speaking quietly.
Detective Taylor: Yeah, I'm in the middle of something now. I'll see you later when I get home. Yeah I love you too.[/i]
He hangs up his phone and folds his arms, looking down sternly at Sarah after the back and forth methods they used to try and wear her down. Sarah looks up at the detective and sighs.
Sarah: Alright, I'll tell you what you want to know.[/i]
Det. Taylor readies his pad and pen to take down what she says. Wilson gives her the go ahead.
Sarah: I didn't think anyone knew, but now I think she knows.[/i]
Detective Taylor: Who is she? We need a name here.[/i]
Sarah: Mrs. Taylor.[/i]
Detective Taylor: You trying to get cute now huh?[/i]
Sarah: I think she knows. I think she knows it all.[/i]
Detective Taylor: Knows what? I'm not in the mood for these games.[/i]
Sarah: She knows about your affair. She knows you've been sleeping around behind her back.[/i]
Detective Taylor: You better watch your mouth missy. I ask the questions in here.[/i]
Sarah: Alright detective. You go ahead and ask the questions. But now you'll never know how it is that I know you are cheating on your wife. And you'll always wonder if you are going to get caught. Because you are a detective, and you know the truth always comes out eventually.[/i]
Detective Taylor looks very angrily at Sarah as he slams the pen down onto the table and folds his arms.
Detective Taylor: And just what is it that makes you think I am cheating on my wife?[/i]
Sarah: I don't think it...I know it. Your wife just called you, that was her on the phone. And yet, you only were out of this room for fifteen minutes. When you returned, you reek of woman's perfume. The only way you would get that smell is to be close enough to a woman for the scent to rub off. Meaning you were VERY close to someone other than your wife as she is at home. So you Detective, are having an affair with someone here in this building...tell me Detective, is't it against policy for you to be romantically involved with someone at work? You can even lose your badge over that couldn't you? [/i]
Sarah smirks as she stares at Det. Taylor with mischievous eyes. Taylor slams his fists down onto the table and stands up, looking at Wilson.
Detective Taylor: Just.....just book her! Get her out of my sight! [/i]
Taylor storms out of the room, and Wilson instructs Sarah to stand. He escorts her out of the interrogation room and back into the carpeted hallway, passing the offices once again.
Det. Wilson: Next stop....Women's Correctional Facility.[/i]
Sarah: It's about damn time.[/i]
Det. Wilson: In a hurry to be beaten and raped are we?[/i]
Sarah:(smirks) You really think that affects me don't you? [/i]
Det. Wilson: Whatever you say lady. This ain't no acting. You get in there those women will hurt you for real. But you're a big tough wrestler, so you shouldn't have anything to worry about. [/i](he chuckles)
They head back through the lobby and again get on the elevator, going down to the sub-level. When the exit the elevator, they head away from the intake area, and instaed head down the corridor in the opposite direction. Finally reaching the end, there are a row of holding cells. Many of them are occupied, with only one person to each cell. Wilson opens and empty one and has Sarah step inside. He removes the handcuffs from her hands and then closes the cell door, locking her inside.
Sarah: Some correctional facility.[/i] (she smirks at him)
Det. Wilson: Oh don't you worry, you'll be heading there soon enough. This is where you'll sit until they decide to come and get you.[/i]
Sarah: And...my phone call?[/i]
Det. Wilson: You'll get it when they transport you.[/i]
He walks off, leaving her in the holding tank. each cell is very small, with a metal bench to sleep on, and a toilet/sink combination. The area smells badly, and it is very cold, and damp inside of here. There are others inmates awaiting transport, they all look to the new detainee. One of the women call out to Sarah.
Inmate: Yo convict...what you in fo'?[/i]
Sarah ignores the inmate and just lays down on the uncomfortable bench, placing her hands behind her head as she stares up at the celing.
Inmate: New meat ignoring me. Dats a'ight convict. We see how you roll when we get to state.[/i]
Some of the other inmates laugh and respond.
Inmate 2: Whitey ain't gonna last. Dem crackers never do.[/i]
Inmate 3: She young blood. She ain't even making it to population, I bet dey gonna take care o' her in depot.[/i]
Inmate: I gon take care of dis convict. I never like dem white bitches anyway.[/i]
They laugh again and finally it goes quiet. It remains that way for several hours as they just wait and wait. Finally a door clicks open and a number of guards come into the holding cell area. They bang loudly on the cells. One of the guards addresses the inmates.
Booking, Processing and Bond[/color]
Guard: Alright Ladies, it's moving time. When I call you name you respond to me. Understood? Good. Jennings...[/i]
Inmate: That be me.[/i]
Guard: Miles....[/i]
Inmate 3: Yo.[/i]
Guard: Winslow...[/i]
Inmate 2: Over here man.[/i]
Guard: Morris...[/i]
Inmate 4: Yo yo.[/i]
Guard: Owens...[/i]
Inmate 5: Dat me.[/i]
Guard: Twilight...[/i]
There is no response to his question and the guard calls out again.
Guard: Twilight.....come on now which one of you ladies is Twilight?[/i]
Finally Sarah stands up and looks at the guard. He checks her name on his list.
Guard: You ain't got a mouth or something, sunshine?[/i]
Sarah: Oh I can speak just fine.[/i]
Guard: Alright, load em up.[/i]
The inmates are removed from their cells, and handcuffed in a long chain, ankles are shackled as well. Each of them is connected to the other on the chain. Once they are all secure. The guard calls for them to be taken to the prison trasport area. They walk to an outside area, it is now daytime, the sun is shining brightly. There is a van outside that reads "Department of Corrections" and there are another two guards waiting near it with the door open.
Guard: Take a good look ladies, because that is the last time any of you will see the sun for a long time.[/i]
They are all shuffled into the van awkwardly amongst the chain and they sit in the back of the van, which of course is lined with a prison cage. The van starts off and the are on the road for a few long hours. Nobody speaks to one another, though Jennings, Miles and Winslow shoot a few nasty glares at Sarah, as she is the only white woman among the inmates. Eventually they reach their destination. The Women's State Prison. The large gates surrounding the facility are covered with Razor wire. There is a large prison yard, with a small field, basketball courts and the like. And beyond all of that, there is another razor wired fence, and there sits the prison. A very old, barbaric looking structure designed to warehouse the worst of the worst. The windows on the building are tint slots in the walls, with bars running up and down them. And the building itself is made of brick, reinforced with iron slabs. The van drives to the intake dock of the prison, beyond many systems of gates designed to prevent any escape attempts. The van comes to a stop and after a few, the van door is opened.
Guard: Clear out, come on hurry it up.[/i]
One by one the inmates leave the van, still chained to each other. They are lined up as a large sealed door, much larger than the small city jail's is opened with a combination of two keys and an entry code. The women are shuffled inside to an intake holding pen. Once there, a group of female corrections officers uncuff them and remove the shackles. They are given direct instructions.
Lead Female Guard: Listen up ladies. This is my house, and in my house, you obey my rules. Each of you is going to remove your clothing and place it into the bags we will assign you. You will be issued a prison uniform, and a supply of toiletries. Once we have you processed you are going to the holding unit. This is where you will find out if you will recieve a bail amount or not. After this...and ONLY after this will you get your phone call.[/i]
Another female guard walks down the line, handing each of the inmates a small plastic bag for their personal items to go into. Each of the women remove their clothing and place the items in the bags. They are then issued uniforms. They are a faded blue uniforms that all read Department of Corrections. Sarah and the others dress into their uniforms and are also given prison slippers to wear on their feet. Finally each of them gets a small tote bag that contains things like toilet paper, toothpaste etc. They are now filed through the hall to an open processing area. Each of them is fingerprinted, mug shots are taken, and each gets a prisoner's identification badge. After this is complete, they wait one by one to be called before the magistrate for bond. When it is Sarah's turn, she is brought back to a small room, inside is a chair, and a television monitor. On the monitor is the court room. Looking around she notices a camera in the room, as well as a small microphone, allowing communication between Sarah and the judge. The judge takes his seat and looks over Sarah's file.
Judge: Alright. Looking here I see you've been charged with aggravated assault on a peace officer, five counts of criminal mischief, impersonating a federal official, and obstruction of a federal investigation. Do you understand these charges.[/i]
Sarah: Sure thing.[/i]
Sarah folds her arms, she noticed that all of the other charges the detectives claimed she would be charged with, weren't there as they had no evidence. The judge continues.
Judge: This is not a trial or preliminary. Meaning I don't need to know if you plead guilty or not. I can't give you any legal advice. I am simply here to set your bond according to state law. Do you understand this?[/i]
Sarah: Yep.[/i]
The judge proceeds to set bond.
Judge: Criminal mischief is a class C misdemenaor, I will set bond at five hundred dollars per charge on those. Aggravated assault on a police officer is a felony, so for this I will set bond at fifty thousand dollars. The other charges are federal offenses. I am obligated to set the maximum bond for both at a total of one hundred thousand dollars, pending federal indictement. Do you have any questions about the bonds?[/i]
Sarah: Yeah, do I get my phone call now?[/i]
Judge: When you are brought back into the processing area, you will be given your phone call.[/i]
The session ends and Sarah is brought back to the processing area. She is given use of the phone now and she dials a number, making her one free phone call. In the background, the other new inmates who have already seen the judge are being lined up as a guard prepares to take them to the prison population. Sarah finally gets hold of whom she was calling.
Sarah: Yeah hey it's me....where do you think I am? I'm in fucking jail. I just had bail set for me....hundred and fifty thousand. Get it from my account, you know how. Alright, thanks Rachel. I'll talk to you soon.[/i]
She hangs up the phone and is moved through processing to line up with the others as they prepared to enter prison population. Our scene fades to black.
Population[/color]
The sliding of cell doors is heard as our scene re-opens. Sarah Twilight is being escorted, along with other inmates into Prison population. They are each given a bedroll and shuffled down the hallways to various housing units known as a cell block. They are divided off into several units. Sarah is given unit C, she enters inside as the cell door is closed behind her. Inside it is a large day room, with some bolted down tables and chairs. Various bunks line the room, there are three toilets, one shower stall, a few pay phones designed to make collect calls only, and one television set mounted to the wall. All of the prisoners look at the new arrival and chatter amongst themselves.
Inmate 1:A cracker, look at dat.[/i]
Inmate 2: Yo dat be dat chick off a tv.[/i]
Inmate 3: Yeah, I know who dat is, she a wrestla.[/i]
Sarah finds an empty bunk and places her bedroll and tote bag on it. One of the other inmates walk up to her. It is a fairly decent sized black woman. She eyes Sarah up and down.
Inmate 4: Yo cracker. When meal time comes, yo' tray is mine. Got it bitch?[/i]
Sarah ignores the woman and puts up her items. The inmate gets angry.
Inmate 4:Yo bitch I'm talkin' to you yo. I said yo' tray is mine.[/i]
Sarah smirks and looks at her.
Sarah: Okay.[/i]
The inmate walks away all thuggish and joins a few of the other inmates.
Inmate 4: That's how we do. Gotta show dem crackers what up.[/i]
The chatter continues as time just drags on. The television set is turned on, and a group of various inmates is watching one of the movies that is on cable. Sarah just makes her bunk and lies down in it, letting the time go by. After a while the cell door is opened and a guard enters, followed by two inmates who are on the work tier.
Guard: Chow time.[/i]
The worker inmates start handing out trays of food to everyone, and a cup of juice. The food on the trays is generic. Looks like crap, and is not a large enough portion. The inmates all take a tray and take seats at the tables. Sarah gets given a tray and a cup and she sits at the table, just looking at it. After the guard and worker inmates have gone, the thuggish black woman returns, standing near Sarah.
Inmate 4: Yo whiey, let me get my tray.[/i]
Sarah continues to stare at the very generic looking food on the tray.
Inmate 4: Yo I ain't playin' wit you yo. I said dat tray is mine. [/i]
Sarah slowly removes all of the food items off of the tray and when she is finished she suddenly takes the tray and bashes the woman in the head with it. The inmate falls back and Sarah looks down at her.
Sarah:(smirking) The tray is yours.[/i]
She tosses the tray down at the woman now. A few other inmates move in as if they were going to do something to Sarah, but they are halted by a larger black woman, about the size and shape of Queen Latifah. she starts calming them down.
Inmate 6: Whoa whoa whoa hold up. Chill people. Let me handle this.[/i]
The woman takes her tray and sits down across from Sarah, looking at her. Sarah looks over at her as well.
Sarah: Something I can help you with?[/i]
Inmate 6: I know who you are. You're Sarah Twilight. We don't get very much in here but the T.V.[/i]
Sarah: You know my name. Isn't that special?[/i]
Inmate 6: (chuckles) Same attitude you have on T.V. I'm Bebe by the way. They call me Lil' B but it don't matter which you call me.[/i]
Sarah: I really don't care.[/i]
Bebe: You might wanna care in here. It's all about gaining respect as to whether or not you get punked. What you just did to Laquisha earns respect. So I guess you ain't just some fake T.V. tough. It took some guts to do something like that. You got my respect.[/i]
Sarah:(unenthused) Whooptey doo. [/i]
Bebe: Hey, if you wanna fly solo that's on you. But you ain't gonna last long with that kinda attitude.[/i]
Sarah: I'll be out of here by tomorrow. I don't intend on staying long.[/i]
Bebe: Oh you think bail works like that? Girl you gonna be here at least a few days by the time they process your bail.[/i]
Sarah looks up again, now looking a bit intrerested in hearing what this woman had to say.
Bebe: I ain't kidding. They take their damn time getting you out of here. So you might want to eat your meal. I know it ain't no filet mignon, but we ain't getting any better.[/i]
Sarah again looks down at the food, she was hungry, but she was still very hesitant at eating any prison food. It wasn't disgusting, but it was certainly not appealing either.
Sarah: So I have to sit here....lovely.[/i]
Bebe: So you really put a hurting on each other in the ring huh? They isn't staged?[/i]
Sarah laughs.
Sarah: You people really think wrestling is staged? That is laughable. If what I did was all staged, I wouldn't be sitting here now.[/i]
Bebe: True. Well, we get to see Slam in here, but we don't get to see the big events. I hope you win. It's good to see someone with some heart representing.[/i]
Sarah: There is no hope involved. I will walk out with the world championship at Aftermath.[/i]
Bebe: Just as arrogant as on T.V. too. Girl, you can put a hurting on people, no question about that. But don't go thinking you can't lose, because you can. Anybody can lose.[/i]
Sarah: I won't lose....I will continue to roll through people as I have been.[/i]
Bebe: Yeah but you don't have a regular match girl. You have a match against two people at the same time. Which means you need to embrace your weaknesses before they are exposed.[/i]
Sarah smirks again.
Sarah: I don't have any weaknesses. That is why I am on top.[/i]
Bebe: (laughs) Girl that's one of them right there, you are just way too arrogant. I can see why, you have a great offense. You just put the beating to people like no tomorrow, and if this was just a regular match, no question you would win. But it's not, so you need a good defense just as well.[/i]
Sarah: (laughs) I don't need a defense when I am the one giving out the ass kickings.[/i]
Bebe: Come on girl. You just don't get it do you? You have to be able to watch yo back. You have to outclass them, out manuever them. You can take the hits yeah, but you don't want them getting too much offense on you. Girl, you need to outclass them in everything, leave no openings. You gotta have eyes in the back of yo head. You beatin' down one, the other one can have open season.[/i]
Sarah ponders this for a moment and looks back at Bebe.
Sarah: And that is some good advice. Save it for someone who actually needs it.[/i]
Bebe: Oh I see, you think you that good. Alright hotshot. I tell you what, you beat The Break, then you are right, you don't need my advice, and you have no weaknesses.[/i]
Sarah: What the hell is "The Break"?[/i]
Bebe: Natalie Jones, big, mean, and black. Solid muscle. They call her The Break, because anyone who gets in her way gets broken. She has never once been beat in prison yard boxing.[/i]
Sarah looks a bit confused now.
Sarah: First of all, I am a wrestler, what would fighting a boxer prove? And secondly....they have boxing matches in prison?[/i]
Bebe: Nah, these are just organized prison yard fights. The guards don't care and let it go on, usually because they enjoy watching girls get the shit beaten out of them by The Break.[/i]
Sarah looks around the room, there are several inmates there, none fitting the description. She sees a few women who are very skinny, almost nothing to them but bones, they look sickly, and one of them is hurling into one of the toilets. She looks back at Bebe.
Sarah: And which one of the inmates in here is "The Break"?[/i]
Bebe: Oh she's on D block. You won't see her until tomorrow morning when we in the yard.[/i]
Sarah: Alright, I'll fight her. And when I am finished kicking her ass, will you stop talking to me?[/i]
Bebe: (laughs) It's a deal girl. Good luck....you'll need it.[/i]
Sarah smirks.
Sarah: I don't need luck.[/i]
She pauses, glancing back over at the woman getting sick in the toilet.
Sarah: What is up with her? Looks like she's dying.[/i]
Bebe looks over to where Sarah was looking.
Bebe: Oh she's dope sick. That's what happens when you are on the hard shit like heroin and you ain't get it in a few days.[/i]
Sarah shakes her head.
Sarah: Pathetic waste of life.[/i]
Bebe: Girl, don't you care about anything but yourself? Them girls is addicted, usually get caught up in the game out on the streets. Geena over there turned to the game when her man used to beat her, it was a release, an escape from the pain. Wanda used to turn tricks, got high because it was forced on her. Everybody in here has a story. People don't just wake up and decide they want to be a dope addict, or a convict.[/i]
Sarah folds her arms as she listens to the story, and then nods her head slightly. Finally, Sarah decides to eat her meal. She eats it very slowly and without any enthusiasm.
Bebe: You play spades?[/i]
Sarah looks up from her food, again puzzled.
Sarah: Spades?[/i]
Bebe: It's a card game, like I said, we ain't got much in here.[/i]
Sarah: I'll pass.[/i]
Bebe: A'ight girl. You rest up then. You got The Break in the morning.[/i]
Sarah smirks again, taking her time, she finishes her meal and returns to her bunk. Laying down for the night. She and the other inmates eventually all fall asleep and are woken in the morning for roll call. The female guards check every inmate, making sure they are all present before taking them out to the prison yard.
"The Break"[/i][/color]
The prison yard is active, some people playing basketball and others hanging around talking in groups. Sarah walks outside, Bebe is with her. The yard is surrounded by multiple layers of fencing, all wrapped in razor wire. Guard towers are posted in various areas, with armed prison guards to each tower. As the women from C block make their way to where all the activities are taking place, they come upon a circle of inmates all rooting and hollering. Sarah looks on and we see there is a fight taking place. The guards assigned to watch the yard are just standing by, laughing about it.
Sarah: So this is it eh?[/i]
Bebe: Oh yeah girl. The Break already got started today.[/i]
When they get closer they can see a hispanic woman getting completely beaten by a very large black woman. The woman is more muscular than most men are, she is quick, agile and most definitely mean. She assaults the decently sized hispanic woman with a combination of fists that knock the woman out just as they approach. The crowd of inmates is riled up and cheer on the beating as the hispanic woman is dragged out of the fight.
Bebe: You still want to have a go at her?[/i]
Sarah: I am not intimidated by anyone.[/i] (she grins)
Bebe: Alright girl, I'm just telling you now, you ain't ready. You ain't got no defense for her.[/i]
Sarah: We'll see about that.[/i]
The Break raises her hands up and jumps up and down as the inmates cheer her on, she hadn't even broken a sweat against the woman she just disposed of.
The Break: Oh yeah baby, that's what I'm talkin bout. Who want some of dis?[/i]
Sarah steps forward through the crowd of inmates. Bebe and the others from C block move in close to watch this, Bebe turns to the other girls.
Bebe: Man she stubborn, this ain't gonna be good.[/i]
The Break notices Sarah step into the fight circle. And Sarah is definitely smaller than her. The Break smiles and looks at Sarah.
The Break: Lookey here. White bred want some of dis....Imma fuck you up girl. You best go back to making doiley's or some shit.[/i]
Many of the black women in the crowd laugh and a few of them recognize Sarah from holding.
Jennings: Yo fuck dat cracker up.[/i]
Miles: Whitey is hit yo.[/i]
Sarah doesn't move, she stands in the circle and wants to fight. Bebe and a few girls from C block are the only ones who cheer her on.
Bebe: Come on girl, show em what up.[/i]
Sarah meets The Break in the center of the circle and the inmates go wild, rooting the fight to start. Sarah is the aggressor as she swings several fists at The Break, but every one of the shots is ducked or blocked. This leaves Sarah open and The Break takes two lightning quick shots that catch Sarah in the jaw and she falls back to the dirt. This gets a response from the crowd of inmates who are enjoying what is happening. Sarah starts to slowly get to her feet and Bebe leans down beside her.
Bebe: Come on girl...defense. You can't leave yourself open. Remember you have to outclass your opponent.[/i]
Sarah ignores the advice and she gets back to her feet, brushing off the dust and gets back into a fighting stance.
The Break: White Bred wants some more. A'ight den.[/i]
Sarah again heads at The Break aggressively, but again The Break dodges and blocks the aggressive shots and cataches Sarah with a knee to the face, sending her back down. And again the crowd goes nuts rooting The Break on. Bebe again tries to offer advice.
Bebe: You ain't gonna get her like that. She's too quick for you. You have to fight defensively.[/i]
Sarah wipes some blood from her lip, looking back at Bebe.[/color][/i]
Sarah: I thought you said this was boxing.[/i]
Bebe: Prison rules girl, anything go.[/i]
Sarah shakes her head, again getting back to her feet, and again she brushes the dust off, she is slightly dazed but nevertheless she moves forward, ready to go again.
The Break: Damn, white bred got heart. You keep comin' back. Dat a'ight, I enjoys knocking yo' ass down.[/i]
Again they square off, and Sarah tries again to approach it aggressively. The Break counters her attempt with a very hard shot to the gut, which knocks the wind out of Sarah, and it is followed up with an uppercut that sends Sarah right back down to the ground. Blood spurts out of her mouth. Bebe leans down, looking at a very dazed Sarah now.
The Break: You had enough yet white bred? You want some more?[/i]
Sarah again tries to get back to her feet, but Bebe and some of the C block girls hold her back, putting her ego in check. Bebe answers.
Bebe: She had enough yo. It's over.[/i]
Sarah looks at Bebe, still being stubborn.
Sarah: Fuck that, I ain't finished with her yet.[/i]
Bebe: You gonna get yourself hurt girl. You need to be okay for that Pay Per View.[/i]
Sarah reluctantly nods.
Bebe: You ready to swallow your pride yet, and learn some defense?[/i]
Sarah: Alright, fine.[/i]
The Break gloats and celebrates with some of the other inmates as Bebe, Sarah and the women from C block head back from the yard.
Slightly later on....[/color]
Back in C Block, Sarah is sitting at one of the tables, Bebe and a few others across from her. She has showered already and has had some time to shake off the effects of the fight. Now she has finally agreed to listen to some advice.
Bebe: A'ight girl. You know why you lost out there. No defense. You have a great offense, but it ain't gonna win you a triple threat if your defense ain't just as good. Remember what I said, you have to outclass your opponents. Once you get this defense down, you will fo sho walk out of that match with that belt.[/i]
Sarah: I'm listening.[/i]
Bebe: First thing you gotta do is keep your guard up. I know you a wrestler, not a boxer, but you need to only take your shots when there's an opening. You don't want to leave yourself open. Let your opponent make the mistake. Let's get started girl, we got about two, three days before you be out of here. You can beat The Break, we just gotta get you set now that you realize you do have a weakness.[/i]
Sarah nods. Her and Bebe stand, and begin training. Sarah is seen building her quickness, and agility in defense as she ducks and dodges as Bebe simulates the motions of punches being thrown. This alternates with her also blocking punches, and kicks in succession. Our scene fades out as brutal week of nonstop defensive training begins.
Our scene re-opens inside of C block where we see Sarah Twilight finish up with some vigorous defensive training. Bebe and the other women look on as she finishes a set of chin ups using the top bunk.
Bebe: Damn girl, you flew through that training. You have the ultimate offense, and now an ultimate defense. Ain't nothing gonna stand in your way.[/i]
Sarah hops down from the bunk as she finishes her repetitions. She looks to Bebe.
Sarah: (smirking) That's damn right. [/i]
Bebe: You gonna win and keep that title for a long time girl. So you feeling like you want another round with The Break?[/i]
Sarah: You already know my answer to that. Of course I do. Though it would have been helpful for me to know she boxes professionally.[/i]
Bebe: Hey now, I told you she was undefeated in prison fights.[/i]
Sarah: There's still a difference.[/i]
Bebe: True dat. But still, she ain't got no work for you now. You keep that guard up, and your offense is unstoppable.[/i]
Sarah smirks heavily, the other women on the tier nod in agreement.
Laquisha: I ain't wanna be The Break tomorrow. Damn white girl gonna fuck somethin' up fierce.[/i]
Bebe: Hell yeah. That's why this girl in the world championship match yo. She is fo sho taking that match against Fly and Price.[/i]
Sarah: I've told you that from the beginning.[/i]
Bebe: Yeah, well now we know fo sho.[/i]
Laquisha:I knew dat shit since she hit me in da head wit dat tray yo.[/i]
Bebe shakes her head and laughs.
Bebe: A'ight ya'll. Lets get us some sleep yo. We got an ass whoopin to watch tomorrow.[/i]