Divas Prison Ch42

Natalya was feeling sick. She hadn't slept much the night before and was feeling the effects of no sleep. It wasn't a common thing for her to struggle to sleep. The noises that existed at all hours of the night were getting to her, footsteps, keys ratting as guards patrolled, other women shouting out, abuse at others, abuse at guards, crying, begging to be let out, particularly common among newer prisoners. All of could be heard both loud, close and quietly, likely from other blocks, but in the relative silence of night, the sound carried, ruling the silence for those who wanted it. At this moment, she would happily shut those people up. Her own mind was going a mile a minute. Since she found out that Ronda Rousey was in the prison, she hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. There weren't many people who intimidated her, she was part of one of the most dangerous criminal organisations in the Western Hemisphere. But behind those walls, she had no support. She had had no past encounters with her, something she hoped to continue, and she had assumed they would never meet. It wasn't that there was any issue between them, she knew what happened to those who did. It wasn't that her family had a problem with her. It wasn't that she had a personal dislike, they didn't know each other. It was a simple thing, having found out what she was capable of, she became someone to avoid. Now her presence was a reality.

Giving up on sleep, knowing lights were going to be on soon and breakfast due, she tried to distract herself with reading, her deck of cards, or just pacing. The last one was a mistake as she forgot her cellmate had returned, given a new sentence for an assault and around a lot longer now.

"Nat, no offence, but knock it off and go back to sleep."

"Oh god! Sorry Em, I forgot you were even here."

"I'd be mad, but I'm too tired, you're clearly not though, come on, what's wrong." Natalya took a deep breath. "I'm worried, Rousey being in this place, could mean danger for any of all of us, she's dangerous, more so than Mickie James. Mickie's evil, but Rousey has no conscience. She'd rip your head off, before even asking what your name is. She's the best definition of a stone cold killer I've ever known."

"Ok, she's a dangerous person. So was Sasha, so is Mickie, so are more than half the women here, nearly half of them are doing time for murder here, and what about Becky? If you want to go by definition, Becky is a killer. Would you not want her around either?"

"Becky is different, way different. She's a person, she's got a soul. She never meant to kill anyone." Rousey. I don't know what she is. You can't be human to do what she did."

"So what did she do?"

"Enough to make any of us look like schoolyard bullies. I've got to get Charlotte to make sure those petitions disappear, if she's in this prison, she has to stay in solitary. She's lucky enough not to be on death row."

"Why isn't she then?"

"She was, her sentence was commuted to life on appeal. Her lawyers argued her mental state and won over the appeal judges, they were the ones who put the recommendation of solitary confinement on her if she was to be allowed into a state prison, I had no idea it was this one. I don't know why they didn't tell me."

"Who? Your family?"

"Yeah, they were the ones who told me about her. It was such a high profile appeal that we used the media being focused elsewhere to take care of some of our own issues."

"Good having connections in the press then?" Emma asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course, our legitimate connections are just as important, but probably best I don't talk to much about them, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, just having fun with you."

"Thanks for trying, but it's not going to happen right now. Not until this is sorted."

Emma tried to keep Natalya's attention distracted, but it was never going to work. When they were released from their cells, Natalya headed against the flow of prisoners collecting food, took Charlotte by the hand and led her straight to a table.

"Nat, you really need to calm down, I'm actually kind of hungry."

"The food will still be there in a minute. I have to talk to you, you have to get rid of this petitions and letters supporting Rousey. Shred them, burn them, lose them, I don't care. You can do that right?"

"Right now, I could, but..."

"Like hell she's doing that!" Lita came and took a seat with them at the table, Trish standing behind her. Paige and Becky sat at the next table eating, but not hiding the fact they were listening in too.

"Lita please, we have to do the smart thing here. I get your position, but the long term issues we'd be subjecting ourselves to aren't worth it."

"The smart thing is getting Mickie out of our hair. She's got the skills to take her whole gang out."

"Yeah, but then what? She's not stable, she could hurt any of us just for blinking near her. Going to hospital would be the best result. She needs to stay isolated

"Not stable? What, just because the courts say so? You know the judges were forced into that decision. They were blackmailed, or paid, or even both."

"What? Where did you hear that from?"

"Chyna. She was a big fan of what Rousey did. Would have loved to do it herself. Chyna had a huge problem with the same people."

"The same people? She worked for the government?" At this point, Charlotte spoke up, only just beating Paige, who was about to barge in.

"What does the government have to do with it?" Both Lita and Natalya went to answer, but Natalya was able to make the redhead fall silent.

"Rousey blamed the Governor for the death of her child. She went crazy, went into a building with a gun, shot three people dead, stabbed two more she she ran out of bullets, beat several more to a bloody mess. She was a machine, all things told. The police turned up just in time. She belongs in prison more than any of us, she dangerous. We are convicts, but we still have to be safe. If they were focused up there, they'd never consider moving her out of isolation."

"Exactly why we have to make the most of his attention being elsewhere." Lita addressed Charlotte, but then turned back to Natalya." Now, you know I respect you, I've never given you reason to doubt me. But this time you're wrong. You've been given the official version of what happened, not the true one. I'm not surprised, your family are better off as far from it as possible, and I expect they know that. It wasn't that she blamed the Governor for her daughters death. Her daughter was gunned down in crossfire, the people who shot her worked for the Governors daughter, Stephanie." Lita was interrupted here because Emma had a long coughing fit, brought on by her surprise at hearing the name so soon after her conversation with Agent Jericho. Lita gave Emma a long look, but then continued.

"When she found out, the police weren't interested in her story, didn't believe her. Feds looked into it, but couldn't find any evidence that could help the case. She probably did go a little crazy, but what mother wouldn't after having their child murdered. She started following Stephanie everywhere she went, waiting outside buildings for hours at a time. She was clever about it too. Never gave herself away."

"Well she must have done eventually, there must be some truth in what Nattie heard." Paige interrupted, eager to hear the details, while standing up for her friend, getting a smile as thanks.

"Yes there is, but it's a lot worse than anybody thought, or a lot better, if you're on that side. The three deaths reported were people on the government payroll, so they couldn't be covered up. The others were probably her hired security, or involved with her illegal operations in some way. Speaking frankly, if there's one person who should be in prison, it's Stephanie McMahon, but she's connected, she's ruthless, and most of all, she's smart, very smart. And that's the only reason that she survived the day Rousey made her move. She must have gone into that building not caring if she lived or died. She blew anyone away who crossed her path. I don't know the real numbers, but I bet she really killed more than ten people that day. Several others survived, but barely. It's likely true she ran out of bullets, because she started hurting them with her bare hands, she must have some mad fighting skills, the injuries were horrific, but again, only the ones that couldn't be covered up were reported."

"Why would they cover them up? Wouldn't they want to make sure she was charged with all of them?" Paige interrupted again, getting a couple of looks for it this time.

"Because, my naive friend, if they'd looked into the others killed, they could have made a link to Stephanie that could have had her sharing a cell with any one of us. She wasn't going to let that happen. Three murders was more than enough to put her away for good."

"So how did she get away with it?" There were a couple of groans at Paige now. Becky turned her so they were face to face.

"Pai, I love you, but shut up before someone gags you." Becky quickly turned Paige around so Lita could continue, but also so she couldn't see that Becky herself was now having some different thoughts.

"She must not have had anything majorly incriminating, or was able to get rid of it, because she was able to get the police down there. It was also true that they only just got there in time. They found Ronda with Stephanie, having backed her into a corner. Of course they had guns and she didn't. Now this is the part I like most. I can't prove its true, but if she comes to our block, I'll have to ask her. They ordered her to step away, hands on head, blah blah blah, all the standard cop talk. Apparently Stephanie had the biggest grin on her face. Rousey raised her hands and everything but she lent over and whispered something only Stephanie heard. Whatever it was it was enough to wipe that smile off her face and turn her white. It must have been messed up, she then let the cops cuff her and everything, but she was smiling at Stephanie the whole time, not taking her eyes off her till she was dragged out of there."

"So you see, she's worse than I thought. Kills all those people and laughs while she gets arrested? She doesn't have any human thought." Natalya tried to make her point once more.

"Or, is she just someone under distress, who reacted in a bad way to a tragedy.?" Lita countered.

"You really believe that? She is a killer, who did nothing but smile at the reality of what she did. She's evil, she deserved her death sentence."

"Well tough, that got thrown out. She has the right to make the best of herself, even if she'll never see the real world again. Neither will I if you remember. I killed people, I bet you have too." Lita was using a similar argument to Emma, and it was still hard to refute, but Natalya was reeling more at the accusation. Not because of the insult, but because it was true. She knew that she had ordered more than one person taken care of in her time, but never had been the one to carry it out. It would never be proven, but the accusation was tough to hear. Her silence spoke enough.

"Exactly, and think about if someone in your family was taken out. You'd be falling over each other to find out who it was and get revenge. Well Rousey found her enemy. If the cops had been one minute longer, they'd have been too late. She'd have gotten what she wanted. Instead she has to be locked away, no contact with anyone, all day everyday, knowing that her daughters murderer is still out there, free as a bird. We can give her a chance can't we?"

"I just don't think it's a good idea." Natalya was going to make her point again, but realised every set of eyes were on her, and not in a supportive way. She'd lost the argument. "But...but...oh ok, you win. But it's not as simple as getting me on board is it?"

"No, but I wanted you on board, now you are, it's all on you now, stick." Lita said, looking at Charlotte. She was more than aware of it, and didn't know which way she wanted the decision to go.

"Fine, the Warden is the only one who will be able to make it happen if it's this high profile. He signs off on all transfers, no matter who effects them. I can do it, I can fake his signature. He's so overloaded, he won't even realise it until it's too late."

"How can you be so sure you can fake his signature?" Trish asked. Charlotte realised she had been a little too keen to play a part in this and had nearly given herself away. She was like a deer in headlights, searching for an answer.

"She got a job in admin the day she arrived here, don't ask me how." Emma jumped in before the gap got too long. "Can you imagine how many papers she's pushed with his name on?"

"I can have it right there with me when I do it so I have it there to copy. I swear I can do it, and you said it's all on me. He's not going to do anything about it, after its done he can't change his mind back. It would be a PR disaster and I've heard him talk a lot about wanting to run for office. He wouldn't want such negative press if he returned her to solitary with such support out there. I've seen way too much public support." Charlotte reinforced their position and changed the subject away from her at the same time, she made a mental note to thank Emma for her interruption.

"So how soon can you make it happen?" Lita wanted to know.

"I think it needs to be immediate. The extra work is going down, it one reason I got let back from solitary, he didn't need me around more. If any of those who escaped get caught, they'll be even less once they're back inside here. I'll find the papers tomorrow, then we just have to hope they don't figure it out."

"Charlotte, are you sure you want to do this?" Becky asked, worried about her friend and the position she was in.

"I do, it's the right thing to do, and a great way to stick it to him. Last week he dismissed me when I did nothing wrong. Screw him." Those who knew the truth smiled at that, none of them had any time for their Warden. Those who didn't just saw it as her cooperating.

There wasn't a lot more that needed to be said as one of the guards suddenly got irate and began shouting that his candy bar was missing. He began storming around the block, making threats against anyone who dared take it from him. He stopped in front of Carmella, who was sitting alone at a table, eating the candy like it wasn't a big deal.

"Where did you get that from inmate?"

"I found it."

"Don't lie to me, you trash. Where did you get it?"

"In the trash." Carmella's smug smile told the real story. He grabbed her by the throat and stood her up.

"That was in a locked box. How did you get it?" Carmella couldn't answer, so he looks end his grip, letting her get air back into her lungs.

"Your...your mother gave me the key. She thinks you have too many sweets." This enraged the guard, he pushed her back, still by the throat until he had her against the wall. He went to use his baton, but was stopped by Rollins, his superior.

"Chill out Kev, use that and you'll be out of here, you know it." He nodded and replaced his weapon. The two of them dragged Carmella to her cell and locked her in.

"There, that'll keep her out of your hair for a while. In fact, isn't it about time that we..." Rollins stopped in the middle of his sentence. "My watch is gone. She took my watch! Open 17, now! The cell door unlocked and Rolling pushed it open to find Carmella dangling his watch on her finger. He snatched it back. "I'm not going to warn you again, any more of this behaviour and you'll serve your time in The Lock, and I mean all of it!" He slammed the door himself, checking no further attempts to steal from him had been successful. "I've had it, everyone back to your cells, NOW!" They all knew it was coming, but most of the women returned to their cells with at least a smile on their faces.

There was not much activity over the next few days, Charlotte was able to get the forms through, but there had been no sign of any response until she could hear the Warden involved in a very loud, very heated telephone call with Governor McMahon that involved the word Rousey more than a few times. Flair was trying to explain that he was unaware of the order, but that fell flat as there were papers to prove it. Flair was usually able to hold his own in any argument, but this one left him beaten and angry.

"Goddamn McMahon, dares to question the way I run my institution." Flair rambled to himself, but loudly enough for Charlotte, and everyone else to hear. "Just because his family were involved, doesn't mean he gets to tell me how to do my job. You know what, that's it. Someone get a team up here in full gear!" He shouted to nobody in particular but everyone made sure it happened, the paid staff as on edge as the Warden. Charlotte watched them all move, not on edge as she knew she was going back to the cells no matter what, but for once was eager to get there, so she could tell them. The rest of her work time dragged worse than the times when she was locked down, being in by herself until Summer Rae was returned.

As it usually did, work time ended for lunch, which was when her block got their limited time out of their cells. There was no paperwork that could help with that, Charlotte knew, but it was furthest from her mind as she almost crashed into the table, falling into a seat with Natalya.

"What's going on? You out to hurt yourself?"

"It's happening, it's happening now."

"What's happening? Not..."

"Rousey." Lita came over and said, not realising her perfectly times interruption. "She's here, look."

Sure enough, a team of guards, each in protective gear, had arrived on the block with one woman in the middle of them. As more and more of the women realised what was happening, and word spread as to who it was, the block fell into complete silence, each one focused on what was happening.

Rousey was secured more severely than any of the women could say they had been in they time in custody, she was in standard handcuffs and had ankle cuffs restricting her steps. She had chains securing her arms to her body, and her hands to her waist. She had an extra cuff on each arm, these leading to one of the guards on each side, allowing them to direct her movements for every step she took. There was no chance for anyone to be able to escape that level of restraint, and that was the whole point for them. The block guards were gathering together, clearly needing to talk about the job they were being handed. They collectively performed a search on her, none of them failing to notice the glare in her eyes. Not a hateful glare, like she meant them harm, but one of impatience, of frustration. She wanted out of her chains, but knew she needed her captors help to achieve that. She followed their commands as they searched, then the escort team detached themselves from the prisoner and left the block, after Rollins signed the necessary paperwork. The block team took over, and escorted Rousey to what was now an unoccupied cell, the two given the choice opting to move in together rather than risk being locked in with someone they knew could hurt them that badly. As they moved, the only sound was the sound of the metal chains as they smashed against each other and the floor as she walked. Nobody's gaze left them as they reached the assigned cell door. Two guards began to remove the cuffs and chains as others stood by, armed with takers and batons, ready to strike if she did anything they didn't like. Rousey did nothing hostile, allowing them to free her. When she was only left in a set of handcuffs, she raised her hands slowly to a guard, making it easy for them to be removed. She was then free, but to the surprise of most, walked into her new cell and disappeared from everyone's view. It took nearly a minute for anyone to start talking after it ended, the guards congratulating each other for a job well done, when they hadn't done anything at all.

"See, all that and she never put up any fight. Now there's no time to waste, I'm going to talk to her, make friends, get her on our side before Mickie tries something."

"You sure that's a good idea? She just got here, give her a chance to feel it out, like we all had to do." Natalya tried to reason with Lita, but she was riding the high ground. "I'm going to try, I'm sure I'm right about her. My plan is working like a dream." Neither Charlotte or Natalya got another word in before Lita was gone. Paige and Becky joined them, while Emma, who was talking to Carmella, stopped the conversation to watch as Lita walked into Rousey's cell, too far away to hear anything that was said.

It was only a few moments later that Lita came out again, but she came out backwards, off balance, at high speed, and landed flat on her back. Becky and Paige went to help Trish pick Lita up, who disappeared back to her own cell in a hurry, Mickie's laughter ringing in the background.

Natalya watched in horror. "What have we done?" She asked. Nobody could answer.

A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope you are having, or you had, a very Merry Christmas, or Happy Holiday.