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| Jon Page | Jan 8 2011, 09:28 PM Post #1 |
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9th January 2010 One Year Ago The four grey walls were all that occupied my life right now. I had been sitting in this 6x8 foot cell for the past two years waiting for my court date, a date that I knew I was going to lose. Even though I knew I was going to lose, it was strangely the only thing that I had to look forward to. It would be one last chance to see the outside world through my eyes whilst they were still young, even if it would be through the windows of a court room. After that date, whenever it would be, I would be back in this 6x8 cell, back staring at the same four grey walls. The noise of the prison was something that I had become used to. At first it had completely terrified me, I thought I would never be able to sleep with everything that was happening around me. I could hear people shouting, laughing and crying. However now it was something that I don't think I could live without. It was strangely comforting to know that in the same building hundreds of other people were going through the exact same emotions as myself. With nothing but the four grey walls occupying my time, my memories were my best friend. I wasn't allowed books or TV's, all I had was everything I had experienced in my life to watch on a constant loop in my minds eye. From growing up in London England with my sister Amy. To taking those first baby steps into the wrestling business. To moving to America, working my way up until I had a promotion I could call my own, and the cost of selling my soul to get it. Sometimes I fantasised about breaking out of my cage and seeing the outside world one more time. I considered maybe tunnelling out, maybe pick pocketing a guard for his set of keys or maybe chiselling down the bars to make my escape. But this was no TV show or movie, this was real life. The only was I would be getting out of here was in a box. Clank, Clank, Clank It was the prison guard smashing his truncheon against the bars of my cell. I slowly rose up from the cold hard floor and looked across the wall in the mirror on the far side of my cell. Mostly everyone in the prison had been afforded some basic comforts. They had a bed to sit on, maybe a desk and a chair if they were lucky. But not me, I was a celebrity and the guards enjoyed keeping me in my place. This cell was my home for twenty three and a half hours of every day for the rest of my life, and all I had was a mirror across the wall from me. I looked at what I had evolved into. My hair was a mess and a long beard grew over my face. My eyes looked tired and bloodshot, I turned away from what I had become and looked at the guard. For some reason the guard wasn't in a good mood as they usually were. The prison guards had a pretty shit job, I understood that. For some reason their jobs got a little better when they saw me. I had been the guy they watched on TV every week. I used to have millions of dollars, I used to have the flashy cars, I used to have the model girlfriend. When they saw me as I was now, I could always see a little twinkle in their eye and smile out of the corner of their mouths. I had gone from the top, to the very very bottom. However today the guard didn't seem happy at all as he slid my tray of food under the bars of my cell, spilling most of it all over the floor. I looked down my meal which was now mostly on the cold floor that I had been laying on moments ago in disdain. Only a few years ago I was eating steak in the best restaurants in the world, now I wasn't even allowed out of my cell to eat with the other prisoners for fear of starting a riot, or so they said. "You have a visitor." I looked at the guard for a few seconds as he spoke. I thought it had finally happened, this prison had finally taken my sanity from me. I never had visitors, with the exception of my lawyer and the prison guards, I hadn't seen another living person for two years. For all I knew a nuclear bomb had gone off outside and no one else was left. The guard looked disgusted at having to say the words, as he took out his keys, and opened the cell door, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen to the spot. The door to my cage was laying their open. Should I make a run for it? Something strange was going on, the door was only usually opened when in the presence of two prison guards, it was never left laying open like this. My foot twitched to step forward, but before I could actually complete the action, a suited figure stepped through the door and looked around at my cell. I quickly began to size him up, he had slicked back hair, a nice suit and a pair of glasses. I instantly pegged him as a lawyer. However something seemed slightly off. All the lawyers I had ever come into contact with were brash and cocky, even when in an environment like this one, but he seems nervous. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I was at a total loss as what to say. I just stood there with my mouth open, looking at the stranger in my cell like he was an alien from another planet. "Nice to meet you Mr Page. My name is James Sheppard." The lawyer reached out his hand towards mine. It had been so long since someone had offered me a handshake, I just stared at his hand like he had done something utterly confusing to me. "I represent a group of people, a Company if you will. They have seen to it that all charges against you have been dropped. You are free to leave Mr Page. Alarm bells started ringing in my head as the nervous laywer stepped backwards out of my cell. I lunged forward and grabbed hold of him by the shirt. He quickly panicked and called for help. "A Company? The Company?" I saw a look of fear on my own face in the reflection of the lawyers eyes. I could hear the thunderous sound of the guards feet pounding off of the floor as they sprinted down the corridor to see what the cries for help were about. I knew I was in for a world of trouble when they got here and found me holding the lawyer by the shirt, but I had to know. The look on the lawyers face told me everything I had to know. WACK That was the sound of the prison guards truncheon impacting with the back of my skull. The next thing I knew I was waking up in a hotel room in Las Vegas, no longer in prison but far from a free man.... |
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