Divas Prison Ch61

Sasha Banks stared at the ceiling, then the wall, then the ceiling again. Occasionally she would look at the door, but that only resulted in her getting annoyed. She'd been back in jail for weeks, kept in the secure unit for all of that time, which meant that she spent nearly all day, every day in her cell in isolation. The solitude didn't bother her, nor did the near permanent lockdown. She knew she was maybe looking at the death penalty when she got to court to face charges of escape and three counts of first degree murder, so she wasn't in a rush to get to court and back to prison. The only thing that was going through her mind was paying back the woman who had betrayed her. Stephanie McMahon, after Sasha gave years of loyal service, spending many of them behind bars, had decided to get rid of her for good. She killed her friend in front of her, and she'd have eaten a bullet herself if the police hadn't forced Stephanie to leave with all haste, although it was what got Sasha arrested this time. She'd asked for a meeting with the FBI agent she knew was investigating their criminal activities for some time, ready to give him as much information as she could. She'd thought it would have made him drop everything and drive to the jail, but after these weeks she hadn't heard anything. She'd asked everyday, but got little response from her guards, to the point where she wasn't sure he was ever coming.

Her daydreaming about getting her revenge was interrupted by a loud banging on the metal cell door by a baton, followed by the gruff voice of a guard.

"Banks! Shower time in five minutes, be ready!"

Sasha huffed and rolled herself over to get to her feet, she grabbed her soap bar and towel from the sink and waited for the guard to come back, which he did almost exactly on cue.

"Move, and no trouble." He ordered after opening the cell, waiting for Sasha to leave and walk ahead of him. She knew the way to the shower area without direction, and wasn't looking to rock the boat at the moment.

"Any word on my request to speak to FBI Agent Jericho?" She said with as much sincerity as she could give to a guard.

His response wasn't as friendly. "For gods sake. Every day with this. He will come to see you when he wants to, and not a minute earlier. Maybe he's got it into his mind that you aren't worth his time. You certainly aren't worth mine, now shut up and get on with it." He said as they reached the showers.

Sasha grabbed a towel from the entrance and turned around to make sure the guard wasn't there, but he was.

"I'm not going to just let you watch me undress. Get out of here." She said with more disgust.

The guard didn't even treat it as a serious question. "You think I'm interested in seeing you naked? If you want to shower, get the water on."

Sasha walked back to the guard. "You may be in charge, but I know my rights. Only female guards can be in here when I'm undressed. So get out, or even my ambulance chaser of a lawyer will be able to have you fired." Sasha wanted to slap the smirk off of his face so badly, his insincerity clear to her.

The guard feigned submission in a very sarcastic manner. "Hey, like I said, I didn't want to see you naked anyway." He said before going to radio. "SHU1 to control. We requested a female officer 20 minutes ago. Anyone know where the hell Tori is?"

The response took a good 30 seconds. "Control to SHU 1. She hasn't turned up for work. We've got a replacement in, will be at your location in 5 minutes or so."

"There. You happy now?" He asked. "I will be right behind this door till she arrives, it's the only way out so don't even think of trying another breakout. Now get on with it! " he yelled in her face, ensuring he had the last word, then he left the area, and Sasha heard the lock turn. She stripped out of her jail uniform, stood under the shower and turned on the barely warm water stream.


"Yes Miss Stephanie, I understand. It will be done. I call you back in 15 minutes." Lana quickly stuck her phone back in her pocket as she got to the entrance to the jail segregation area. She looked to the camera and the door lock was released. She made her way to the shower area and met the first guard.

"Finally. She's all yours. If I had it my way, I'd never have to deal with her again."

"Doesn't sounds like a bad idea." Was her response as she walked past him, not making any eye contact. The first guard let her through and closed the door behind her.

The shower area had two camera, both by the door, so that prisoners were given some level of decency, stalls being tall enough that for the most part their bodies couldn't be seen on camera, but their shoulders and heads could be seen so any attempts at deception or violence could be stopped. It only took a few seconds for Lana to render those cameras inoperative. She walked slowly and quietly towards Sasha, who had her back to them as she washed in the lukewarm water. Sasha completed her shower and turned for the towels she'd left to the side. She jumped at seeing the blonde so close.

"You? What are you doing?" She asked. Lana said nothing, but drove a knife into Sasha's abdomen. Sasha cried out in pain, getting the blade out of her body by moving back. She tried to retreat but there was nowhere to go.

"Miss Stephanie told me to say that she says goodbye." Lana said with little emotion as she followed and stabbed her target twice more. Sasha gasped for breath as she held her midsection, trying to stop the bleeding. The rate it was leaving her made that impossible without medical help.

Sasha tried to turn and run, staggering for the door, but she had no speed, and Lana caught up to her easily, planting the knife in her back twice more. This was all Sasha could take as she fell to the floor, still crying out in pain.

"That's for the riot. Nobody hits me and doesn't pay the price." Lana said with venom, spitting on Sasha's recoiling body as she rolled her between two shower stalls, out on the view of the cameras. She was then safe to reactivate them, knocking on the door, which the original guard opened.

"She's done. If she doesn't come to the door in 5 minutes, drag her ass out." She said.

"Wait, why me? Where are you going?" He asked.

"I have to see the Head Guard in Gen Pop, I got ordered straight here on arrival without a briefing." This was a complete lie, but made perfect sense to him so he watched her leave without much thought. The five minutes passed so he came into the shower area grumbling, realising he couldn't see the only woman who should be there.

"Banks! Get out here! I don't care if you're bare ass naked, front and centre right now!" She there was no attempt to follow his order, he came in further. "I'm not playing games here, show yourself!" He looked down each row of stalls, stopping in the third row when he spotted Sasha's arm sticking out from behind one of the partitions.

"Oh my god." He said as he ran over, finding Sasha unconscious, covered in wounds and blood.

"Control, I need any medics on site and an ambulance to the SHU shower block. I have an inmate down with what look like stab wounds. And someone get a twenty on the woman who just left here." He bellowed into his radio. Medics attended quickly, but by the time the ambulance arrived, they were already performing CPR on Sasha's lifeless body.


"It's time." Stephanie said to Kane.

"It's only been 3 hours, is that enough time to be able to release that information? Don't they have to tell family?" He asked.

"Family? She had no family, I'm the closest thing she ever had, pathetic as that sounds. Plus she's a prisoner. Deaths in custody are normal. Pass me my cellphone." Kane handed the device over and Stephanie dialled.

"Hello, Florida Department of Corrections."

"Ah, good day to you, this is Nora Greenwald with the Miami Herald. We've received reports about a death in custody, could you confirm these are accurate please?" Stephanie said, putting on a fake voice, not risking being recognised as many officials across the state knew her.

"Yes, it is correct. A female inmate was killed earlier today at the Broward County Jail."

"Can you tell me the name, age and charges of the inmate?" Stephanie tried to sound like a reporter, pretending to need more information than a name.

"One moment." The official put her on hold for a moment before coming back. "All that is being released at the moment is the name. It's an ongoing investigation and a full press release will be issued later today."

"Very well, the name please?"

"Sasha Banks. Probably tells you why we aren't talking about freely."

"Yes, her name is well known here, can you tell me how she died?"

"Miss Greenwald, I already stated that I cannot release more information at present. Your organisation will receive the release with everyone else."

"Ok, thank you for your assistance sir. Goodbye." Stephanie hung up the phone and laughed. "She's gone. Right, let's get back to the State House. Dad will be climbing the walls with the election in three days.


"Congratulations Miss Banks, you're dead."

This was the first thing Sasha heard when she woke up. The next thing she recognised was the searing pain in her midsection, causing her to yell out in pain. She went to clutch at her stomach, only to find both her arms were handcuffed to the bed by her sides.

"Wh...wha...what are you talking about? I'm not dead. This hurts too much. Who the hell are you anyway?"

"Excuse me." The visitor said, brandishing his identification. "Chris Jericho, FBI. I believe you've been wanting to talk to me."

"Took you long enough." Sasha groaned. "Is there a quack here or something?"

"You've been given all you're going to get for now." Jericho said. "Do you remember what happened?"

"Of course I do, moron." Sasha couldn't stop her anger, brought on by the pain. "That Russian bitch. I swear I'll kill her when I find her."

"Too late." Was the flippant response. Sasha frowned as she waited for the explanation she knew was coming. "She knifed you in the middle of a jail. She tried to run, but we had her and her car on camera. So we were on her in no time. She went straight to the airport. She had a team of cops waiting for her at the gate. Twist was she somehow got a gun through security. God-dammed TSA. What should have been a routine arrest turned into a shootout. She didn't make it. Shame, bet she'd have sung like a bird."

"She wouldn't. It took 12 years for me to want to talk. You know how good Stephanie is at gaining trust." Sasha rolled her eyes at the overconfidence she knew to expect from anyone in law enforcement.

"You didn't know who she was did you?" Jericho realised. Looking at the blank expression he continued. "Lana Perry, as her documents said, was actually CJ Rusev. Married to the head of the Russian mob. Alexander Rusev, her husband, made a deal with Stephanie McMahon to hide her in the US after she killed the son of the Russian President in a revenge attack he didn't want to happen. If she'd let herself be arrested, she would have been sent back to Russia in chains to serve a life term there. You ever seen a Russian prison? You don't want to. Your life will feel like a summer camp compared to what it's like there. Like I said, she'd have told me who killed Kennedy if it kept her here.

"To hell with her, she got what she deserved. Shouldn't have hid her in a prison in the first place."

"It's called hiding in plain sight. And she fooled everyone. McMahon did a great job in hiding her identity, that and a great plastic surgeon. Shame she didn't do a better job with you, or you wouldn't have ended up being served up to the police on a silver platter."

Sasha didn't like being the butt of the joke, lunging forward only to be stopped by her restraints and the burning pain in her stomach from the wounds. "Agggghhh."

"I really wouldn't do that, I can't begin to guess how much it hurts." Jericho added, keeping up the smug tone of voice.

"Go to hell." Sasha hissed in response.

"Now now, remember it was you who asked to see me. More of that and I'll leave you to your fate.".

"No you won't." Sasha said, trying to be less hostile. "You need me. Without me your leads on Stephanie go cold. If you didn't I wouldn't be..." Sasha looked around and realised that she wasn't in a typical hospital room. There was a lot of typical medical equipment, but it was a plain environment, white walls, no wall paintings, nothing to make the patient feel more comfortable. The others in the room were not doctors, or cops, or even prison guards. There were dressed in military uniform. "Where the hell am I?" She asked.

"This is Fort Stewart. It's a secure US Army post in Hinesville."

The news surprised Sasha, who knew where that was. "Georgia? Thought I wasn't supposed to leave the state." She said, intentionally trying to be a nuisance. It was in her nature to wind up authority in any form.

"I think your last P.O. was more concerned about finding you because of the fact you killed repeatedly while on parole than for leaving the state. Besides, from what I've seen of you, it's the police you can't outrun each time. Maybe you should have thought of that." Jericho saw from the look on Sasha's face that he'd given as good as she had.

"Maybe you should think about being nicer to me. If you want to hear what I have to say." Sasha threatened, more to appear tough than make an actual threat.

"You asked for this meeting, Banks." Jericho's tone got more serious. "You asked to see me. I'm here. So since you are clearly recovered enough to run your mouth, start talking." He switched on a small camera and put it on top of a cabinet near the bed. "When did you first start working for Stephanie McMahon?"

"Nope, you want my help, you better have something for me. Let's start with more morphine and less handcuffs." Sasha demanded, pulling again on the restraints attached to each wrist.

"Fine." Jericho nodded to the medic, who injected something into her IV drip. A moment later Sasha laid back, far more relaxed. "There, but you're crazy if you're being let out of the cuffs."

Sasha smiled for the first time. "And you have to make sure that Stephanie and I are on the same prison block. Sending her down is far from the end of my revenge."

Jericho raised his eyebrows. "I don't see that happening. You could end up on death row after your court date. If you do, it's permanent solitary."

"That's a shame. I really wanted to help make sure she got what she deserved." Sasha said, enjoying the pain relief.

Jericho swore under his breath, he knew she was in the driving seat. She had nothing to lose by staying quiet. "Ok, I'll talk to the DA, get the death penalty taken off the table. Means life in prison for you."

"Don't care, already was in for life." Sasha said, almost high on the morphine. "Plus I'll have my own bitch to torment as much as I want. Even prison can be fun with the right motivation."

"I'll go give him a call." Motivation was a good word for Jericho, who couldn't help but smile at the idea of Sasha tormenting Stephanie every day in prison. The phone call was quick, and he returned to the room immediately.

"Ok, you've got a deal, if you give us enough information. So, again, when did you start working for Stephanie McMahon?"

Sasha gave up more information than even Jericho knew about. Implicating Stephanie in murders, witness intimidation, evidence tampering, corruption, kidnapping, fraud and more. His only disappointment was she had nothing on her gun running, making it hard to charge her with it.

"Guns? No, never saw anything like that. Only thing she was sending out was the meth." Sasha said.

Jericho looked at his partner, who had arrived during the interview. "Meth? What meth?"

"You're joking right?" Sasha asked. "How do you think she funds all of this? Being a so called Chief of Staff doesn't bring in that much, plus I don't kill for fun, I was well paid."

She had a gun running deal going up the East coast. Millions of dollars worth, but we were never able to put her with the guns or the money." Jericho said confidently, but Sasha laughed at him.

"You stupid idiot. No wonder you've never been able to catch her. She's had you following a fake trail all this time. How long's it been?"

Jericho suddenly pushed a button on the camera, then walked quickly to Sasha's bedside and put pressure on one of her wounds, causing her to scream in pain. His partner quickly pulled him back, while the medic gave her more pain relief.

"Chris, chill out. We are closer than ever, don't blow it now."

Jericho straightened his tie, and composed himself. "Just as long as we understand each other now Banks."

"Asshole." She just managed to get out as she caught her breath.

Jericho turned on the video camera again. Now talk. What meth?"

"You must have heard about that gold tinted meth out there surely? Otherwise I'm talking to the monkey instead of the organ grinder."

"I'm FBI, not DEA." Jerich stated. "But I know people there, so yes, I know of it. It's their biggest ongoing case."

"Well Stephanie runs it." Sasha states, making Jericho's eyes widen in disbelief and joy at having another huge charge to put on Stephanie McMahon.

"Go on. Surely she doesn't cook herself." He said calmly.

"No, she's got this chick running it. Bitch looks like a bikini model, blonde hair, amazing body, but is smart as hell. She knows it too, I'd have killed her in a heartbeat if she'd allowed me."

"Jealous, are we?" Was the smugly phrased question.

"She was the only one making more money than me. No life skills, but book-smart. I offered to show her there was a world outside drugs, but she never took me up on it. Not sure she ever had a boyfriend either."

"Yeah, I don't care about that." Jericho said. "Paul we need to find out about her. What's her name?"

"Amanda Rose, but she liked being called Mandy. Bet she's in the system somewhere, she always had pot on her. Only reason I was nice to her."

"Ok fine, we will, now finally, where is the lab?"

"Montana Boulevard. 24976. Outskirts of the city. Looks like office space. Perfect hiding place really. You'd never know it was there."

"Paul, do a search on that too."

His partner did a search on his phone. "Place is registered to MEM Harmonica, Rhythm and Blues music specialist company. Doesn't sound much like a drug lab." He said.

"Of course it doesn't. Think about it. She wouldn't advertise it. Man, cops are dumb."

"Yeah, well again, if we're dumb, how come we keep catching you?" Jericho fired back, without looking at her. "But you're right, of course she'd not broadcast it, but she'd want to be clever." He got his phone out and typed a few things in. "Yeah, it's an anagram. Rearrange MEM Harmonica and it spells Marie McMahon."

"Marie?" His partner asked.

"Her middle name. Stephanie Marie McMahon." Jericho said, feeling quite good about himself, even though the internet did the work for him on this. "Paul, look into that address. Any reports, complaints, if the building failed an plumbing inspection , we need to know about it."

Paul took his turn to go through his phone now, not spending much time looking at the screen. "Got something. There was a triple homicide in that building a few years back."

Jericho looked round in surprise, but in hope. "Triple homicide. Tell me it's unsolved. I bet if we look into it, that Stephanie's involved."

Paul looked at his phone scrolling with his finger till he reached the end. "Well it's good news and bad news on that."

"What's the bad news?" Jericho asked.

"It's not unsolved. The killer, a Ronda Rousey, was arrested at the scene. She was sentenced to death, later commuted to life without parole. Serving her time in FSWP. You know her?" He asked Sasha.

"I saw her around. Knew she was a psycho. Don't know about her murders though. Think I was already inside by then."

"Ok, so I cant pin a murder someone else has been convicted for on her. So what's the good news?

"Rousey was also arrested for attempted murder and threatening behaviour, but the DA didn't bother following through on the charges. The victim? Stephanie McMahon." He said with a grin.

"Oh yes, hell yes." Jericho said as he shut off the camera and pocketed it. "Come on Paul, we've got to get to the courthouse before five and see Judge Turner. Surely he's got to give us a warrant now."

"A warrant?" Sasha called after him. "A warrant for what?"

"What do you think? To arrest Stephanie McMahon. Get her in custody before we go into her property. She gets wind I'm this close and she might run. That can't happen." He said as he opened the door.

"What about me?" Sasha asked.

"You lie there and heal up, you'll have to sign some things that you gave the statement willingly, and think about your return to prison, and the new friend who won't be far behind." Sasha was about as happy with that response as she could get, taking it that Jericho would follow through on his promise to make sure she avoids the death penalty.


Paul Wight paced the corridor outside the Judges chamber, waiting for his partner. Several times people had nearly walked into him as he took up most of the corridor space, but he barely noticed. Finally the door opened and Jericho walked out, not showing emotion.

"Well, did we get it?" Paul asked in hope.

Jericho shook his head. "Nope. He said it wasn't enough. That the word of a woman who has killed so many doesn't hold water on its own."

"Then why aren't you mad, thought you would be smashing up the place."

Jericho took a paper out of his pocket. "Because he has given us permission to go into this place on Montana Boulevard. We find the lab, and proof Stephanie owns it, and we get what we want."

"So what's the play?"

Jericho thought for a moment. "Get a unit on that address right away, watch everyone who goes in and out of that door. I want names, addresses, records, everything about them."

"Then we take the place?" Paul asked, looking forward to a bit of action.

"Yeah, but we have to be sensible. Has to be a smooth as it gets. Can't attract attention, and we've got to arrest everyone in the building. We can't let anyone get away, or the first thing they will do is call Stephanie and our case disappears again."

"Ok, any idea as to how?"

"Two ideas, one is that we go in with overwhelming force for what is needed. Get a tactical team in there, tooled up. That should do the job, and if they surrender, they can have a deal for more testimony against Stephanie. We can't have too much. But if they resist, it's better they get shot that get past us."

"The second?" Paul asked with interest.

"Let's take them on Tuesday." His partner knew what he meant.

"Election Day."

"Yep, that way, if there are issues, maybe she'll be too distracted to pay attention to them, gives us a better chance." Jericho's desire, almost desperation for this to go to plan was evident.

"So which one do you think will work better?" Paul asked him.

Jericho looked back with a smile. "Why not both?"

A.N.: Thanks for reading. Great to be able to publish more from this.

It looks like Jericho is making a big push to finally be able to put Stephanie behind bars for good.

His plan to get all the information he wants from the building and whatever/whoever is inside. Do you think it will be a successful operation? Will he get a warrant for her arrest? Or will Stephanie circle the wagons and ruin his plans, getting away with everything once again? Do let me know what you think in a review, or as always, anything you'd like to see happen in the story.