Piedmont Penitentiary is an old turn of the century prison nick named "The HOLE" on the outskirts of Philadelphia in the Valley Forge section of Pennsylvania, which was built to hold up to 500 convicted inmates. Today it holds nearly 1500, 3 times it's intended population. Over crowding means there are 2 to 3 men or more per cell, which was originally built to house just one. The plumbing is old and rusted, the walls are crumbly, the foundation is corroded, and morale is low. Inmates and Officers complain of conditions, but more complaints are lost to the board of directors. Politicians that look to line their pockets before updating repairs for inmates, run the board. No one cares if convicted criminals complain about "unfair" living conditions. They were incarcerated for punishment, not comfort. Most tax payers see them as animals that need to be locked up off the streets. They are forgotten and unwanted members of society, -the scary and depraved. Whatever happens to them behind bars is more than likely deserved!
The HOLE/80a FIGHT NITE
PRELUDE-1
Piedmont Penitentiary inmates went ballistic when the local news reported that former prison Warden Dennis Ellis was found GUILTY of all charges against him and subsequently sentenced to 30 years behind bars in his very own slum prison.
Immediately the new Warden (Reuben Wallace) and his staff were inundated with phone calls from the press wanting statements and requests to see Ellis' future cell conditions, to see if he was getting any special treatment or accommodations. Ellis' lawyers went on record saying that the sentencing was "harsh" and "unfair", and that their client's life would be "in grave danger" the very moment he stepped foot inside the prison from inmates who felt like striking out at the law through Ellis. But the Judge upheld the order, saying that Ellis could easily be put in "high risk protection or Confinement" during his imprisonment. Among all the prison Blocks word was all abuzz about Ellis' pending arrival. Plots began to form as groups, gangs, and individuals alike that were personally affected by Ellis thought to seek revenge. Indeed the Aryans, the Mandingos, and the Rootboiz alike all wanted a piece of the former warden's fat ass, the Cartel opting to break him in at one of their closed meetings.
The upcoming trials of Ellis' accomplices Carl Peachtree and Reggie Reinhold were slighted to start in coming months, rumor had it that they too would likely be sent to serve time at Piedmont as well, leaving inmates' appetites watering for the new meat.
PRELUDE-2
On the back burner to Ellis' trial was the upcoming fight night with former middleweight champion Lexington Bowmen verses several inmates who signed up to fight him in the prison's new state of the art Boxing Ring. New prison Warden (Reuben R. Wallace) billed the fight on all the local channels and even managed to have it televised on a local cable station, calling for all city Officials and local celebrities to come to the grand opening. V.I.P's included the Mayor, the police Commissioner, Captain David L. McConnell, District Attorney Larry Putman, local news anchors and television personalities, and several celebrity friends of Lex Bowmen's from before he became an inmate, including: Vivica A. Fox, Terrance Howard, WiLL Smith & Jada, Spike Lee, Mike Tyson, Donald Trump, Mary J. Blige, Rick Fox, Tomas Jackson, Lil Kim, as well as others.
Pt-1
28 year old prison inmate Christopher (Genuwine) Ford woke up that morning biting his nails. It'd been several days since he'd last seen Lexington after hearing he had been placed in the Hole for supposedly beating Kersey Gordon and attacking Officers Sgt Slaughter and Beanmen in the prison's basement Confinement department.
Genuwine knew the charges were bogus, but trying to get an appointment to see the Warden to get Lexington set free proved to be next to impossible as all of Genuwine's messages to warden Wallace was being intercepted by Slaughter and Beanmen, leaving Lexington to suffer in prison Confinement just days before the big fight. It wasn't until the actual day of the fight that he was miraculously released from his imprisonment and allowed back to his population.
"Lex...!!" yelled Genuwine upon seeing Bowmen return to their cell Block. "What the hell happened, man...? I've been trying to get to the Warden to get you out of there for days...!!"
"Those fucking Guards locked me up on some bullshit!" said Lex angrily as he walked back to his cell. It was obvious upon seeing and smelling him that he had not been allowed out of his cell to bath or get fresh water. The first thing he did when he got to his cell was place his head in his sink and start slurping some much needed water from the rusted pipes.
"Have you eaten...?" asked Genuwine, looking concerned.
"Not a thing!" said Lex between slurps. "The Guards refused to give me any food or water...!"
"They were purposely trying to dehydrate and weaken you through malnutrition so you couldn't fight tonight!" surmised Genuwine. "I'm canceling the Fight!"
"No!" said Lex, pulling his head from the faucet. "I want to fight!"
"But you're in no condition to fight..., you look like you lost weight, you look tired and weak...!"
"You didn't see what they did to Kersey...!" said Lex, recalling Kersey with a black eye and a bloody lip after getting beaten and fucked by an Aryan. "Hammer was raping him when I got there! They beat him up and blamed ME for it!"
"It was obviously a setup!" said Genuwine, thoughtfully. "They knew our routine of getting you down there before their shift, and they came in early to catch you!"
"Someone tipped them off...?" asked Lex.
"Do you think it was Kersey?" asked Genuwine.
"Naw..., me and him were getting to be pretty tight, --if you know what I mean?" admitted Lexington. "He wouldn't've said anything to them cuz he already knew what they would do to him if they found out he was getting dicked by dark meat!"
"So you and Kersey's becoming an item...?" smiled Genuwine, recalling how Lexington said he would never fuck with another man. "Well I doubt Officer Daniels would've said anything either,,," added Genuwine, knowing Darrin Daniels wouldn't want to risk losing the extra cash he was getting for the hookup.
"Who else knew about it...?" asked Lex, curiously.
"Let ME worry about that!" said Genuwine. "You just worry about taking a shower, getting some food in your stomach, getting your liquids, some rest, and some practice in with the weights in the gym before the Fight tonight! We only have less than 12 hours before the doors open!" advised Genuwine, eagerly.
"You got it coach!" agreed Lex, knowing he had an uphill battle. "Just do me a favor..." he requested before heading for the showers. "Find out what you can on Kersey..., I wanna make sure them assholes didn't beat him up too badly!"
"Alright!" said Genuwine, patting Lex on the shoulder as he headed off. He'd have to find Officer Daniels or Rick McDoogle in order to get word of Kersey in Solitary Confinement...
Pt-2
D-BLOCK
"Raul...this's crazy!" said 20 year old Alexander Sanchez, hoping to talk some sense into his cellmate/boyfriend (26 year old Raul Rodriguez).
"I told you..., I used to do a lil' fighting in the ring when I was a teenager...!" said Raul, shadow boxing impressively in his cell. "...I was pretty good too! Had 10 wins and only 2 loses before I decided to go full time into selling drugs!"
"Boxing local fights with other teenagers in your category is one thing, Raul..., but boxing the middleweight Champion in his own domain his something else all together!" reasoned Alex. "Lex Bowmen ain't the average everyday fighter you meet on the street! He has championships under his belt...!"
"So you don't have any faith that your man's tough enough to take a punch from Lex Bowmen and keep going...?" questioned Raul, never breaking his stride as he bounced around the cell, danced, and threw air punches like Muhammad Ali.
"A punch, yeah..., it's the multiple punches to the head that I'm worried about!" said Alex, genuinely concerned for his lover.
"You need to listen to Alex, Raul..." said 21 year old (brother to Raul) David Rodriguez as he and his cellmate (29 year old Dominic Diaz) came into their cell. "...one of you have to be the voice of reason!"
"What'r you doing in here, David...?" asked Raul, cutting short his workout as he stopped shadow boxing and started doing curl exercises.
"Well..., I figured if you were determined to go to your death boxing Lex Bowmen, I'd better stop by and bury the hatchet between us before you take a blow to the head and completely forget who I am entirely!" joked David.
"Good to see I have all of your confidences!" said Raul, sarcastically.
"I'm just joking, Ra'...!" said David, getting serious. "You're my brother! I know we've gone through some pretty rough stuff in the past..., but I don't want to go on any further with this wall up between us!" said David, sincerely. "I'm ready to let bygones be bygones if you are?"
Raul thought about it for a few minutes as he left David hanging and Alex and Dominic guessing. After about 90 seconds he broke into a broad smile and threw his arms around his younger brother's neck.
"Yeah, sure!" he said, kissing David's cheeks. "You know I can't stay mad at your ass for long! Besides..., mom'll kick my ass if she finds out I deserted you!"
"That's for sure!" smiled David, agreeably. "Oh yeah..., I wanted to get you and Dominic to officially meet, since I know it was YOU who got him switched to my cell...!" added David, signaling for Dominic to come over and shake his brother's hand.
"Wasn't me...!" said Raul, causing David to be confused.
"Huh...?" asked David, stunned. "You wasn't the one that hooked me and Dominic up...?"
"You could thank ME for that!" said Carlos, appearing in the cell door as the three Rodriguez brothers reunited for the first time in months. Carlos and David hugged, forgetting everything that was said or did between them as their brotherly binds grew back in place and blossomed. "Now..." said Carlos, turning towards his older brother. "...what's this shit I heard about you wanting to commit suicide in the ring?"
"Yo! I'm tired of you niggas sleeping on my skillz!" said Raul, throwing fake body punches at his brothers. "Remember I used to be a tiger in the ring!"
"Yeah..." said Carlos, recalling vividly. "...mostly because dad and mr Rico would be right there in the audience threatening to kill anybody dumb enough to hit you back!"
"No he didn't...!" defended Raul.
"Yes he did!" countered Carlos. "Why you think you were beating men twice your age and size? Dad and Rico had them all too scared to hit you!" informed Carlos with a smirk.
"Oh shit..." said Raul, smacking his forehead (V-8 style). "...what the hell am I gonna do about tonight then...?" he wondered, knowing he was to face Lexington Bowmen (the middleweight champion) in the ring...
Pt-3
Genuwine went on a physical search for Corrections Officer Darrin Daniels (whose been on a mysteriously leave of absents following his recent anal rape by fellow Officers Slaughter and Beanmen [chap-78, pt-2]), and Rick McDoogle. Genuwine knew McDoogle was an inmate kitchen staffer with clearance to roam Confinement unattended while serving meals on wheels to the inmates living there. He went to the kitchen looking for McDoogle, whom was on his knees in the storeroom sucking a black inmate's dick.
48 year old Myron Willis was the inmate kitchen Leader for years, giving out orders to underlings hoping to one day run the kitchen in his shoes. Myron was an old soul with over 20 years in Piedmont for the mass murder of his ex-wife's family after their divorce was finalized. He simply snapped one day after realizing it was all over. He learned anger management in prison, learning to curb his quick temper by slowly poisoning his enemy's foods and giving them chronic diarrhea for days.
As Rick McDoogle's superior, he got the right to get a blow job by the cock hungry white man whenever he wanted during kitchen hours. Genuwine was allowed into the kitchen area usually off limits to regular inmates (perks of his Cartel position), where he found McDoogle on his knees in the storeroom between shelves of canned fruits and vegetables servicing black cock.
Rick bobbed his head back and forth, swallowing as much of Myron's big black donkey dong as possible. Myron merely smoked a cigarette while leaning back against a stack of raw potatoes, watching his long black snake disappear down McDoogle's hungry throat.
"Wussup, Genwine...?" asked Myron, looking up at the Mandingo leader as soon as he entered the aisle they were residing in.
"Your staff told me you were back here getting your dick sucked..." said Genuwine respectfully.
"Perks of position..." smiled Myron, missing teeth. He was well known around the prison as `ole skool' amongst all the younger inmates, and was usually given the respect that the term entitled. "...I'm sure you understand the benefits!"
"Definitely!" answered Genuwine, prone to the same benefits as Cartel/Mandingo leader. "But I need to talk to the white boy for a sec, if that's kew!" he asked.
"Sure..." said Myron, blowing out smoke as he tapped McDoogle on the top of the head to get his attention. McDoogle looked a little reluctant to unlatch from the mouthful morsel he feasted on as he slowly rose to his feet as instructed.
"I know you have a lot of access down in Confinement..." said Genuwine, pulling McDoogle aside. "...what can you tell me about what happened to Lex Bowmen and Kersey down there...?"
McDoogle was more than a little perturbed that his meal was interrupted before it was finished. He looked Genuwine up and down, his eyes focusing in on his crotch as he wondered just how much meat the handsome black man was packing? "What do I get out of it...?" he asked, licking his lips at the thought of dessert after dinner.
"Fuckin' faggot hoe...!" laughed Myron in the background, amused by McDoogle's attempt to get even more black dick in his mouth.
"You get to keep your fucking teeth..., how bout that?" offered Genuwine, losing patience.
McDoogle sucked his teeth as if reconsidering...
"Hammer found out that Lex was seeing Kersey early in the morning before Sgt Slaughter and Beanmen got on shift..." whispered McDoogle. "...he told Slaughter and had them set up your homeboy Lex! Hammer was already in the cell when Lex got there! He bragged about beating Kersey up and blaming it on Lexington, then he fucked the shit out of him while Lex sat in a cell down the hall listening to him scream!"
"How's Kersey now?" asked Genuwine, curiously.
"I don't know..., last I heard he had been complaining about the beating he got and abdominal pains and had to be taken to the Infirmary! I hadn't seen him since!" explained Rick.
"Maybe Officer Daniels can get more information on Kersey's condition in the Infirmary for me..." thought Genuwine, aloud. "You seen HIM?"
"You haven't heard...?" asked McDoogle. "...Sgt Slaughter, Beanmen and Hammer all raped your paid security Guard right in front of Kersey in his cell after they locked up Lex! Daniels has been calling out sick ever since! He might not even come back now that word is out that he been punked!"
"Damn...!" said Genuwine, knowing that would end his and Lex's agreement, he'd have to try to find another Guard money hungry enough to sneak Lex down into Kersey's cell once the smoke cleared. "Who told Hammer that Lex was seeing Kersey down in Confinement...?" asked Genuwine, curiously. "Was it one of MY men...?" he asked suspiciously. "...was it Morris?"
"I see you're smarter than the average nig...!" said McDoogle, catching himself before going too far. Without saying any more Genuwine took off, leaving McDoogle and Myron to resume their business. Myron was still standing at the back of the food aisle, still smoking his cigarette as Rick returned to the aisle and silently resumed his place on his knees.
"Yeeehhh white boi..., you really like swinging on black dick, don't you you fucking fruitcake...?" said Myron, watching McDoogle gobble him down again.
Pt-4
INFIRMARY
28 year old inmate Kersey Gordon lay in a hospital like bed, clutching his abdomen as a severe pain shot through him like a knife stab. He cried aloud as he grit his teeth waiting for the pain to pass. After only a few seconds the pain decreased, allowing him to lay back in relaxed position as he sighed in relief.
"Another pain, mr Gordon?" asked the Doctor, pulling down Kersey's bed sheets and lifting his hospital gown to listen to his abdomen.
Kersey watched with concern as the Doctor placed the flat end of his stethoscope down just below Kersey's stomach and the listening end up to his ears.
"Is everything going to be okay, Doctor...?" asked Kersey, "...my charts...!"
"We have your charts and physician records mr Gordon..., you're in safe hands!" assured the Doc.
Just then the Infirmary doors opened as Warden Wallace and his guards (Sgt Slaughter and Beanmen) entered the room. "What's going on down here..." asked Wallace, wanting answers fast. "...what's this I hear of Lex Bowmen escaping his cell to assault the hermaphrodite in his own prison cell?? How the hell did he get out of his cell in C-Block, get through 4 security coded check points, and into a locked Confinement cell without anyone seeing him...?!?"
"He had help, sir..." explain Slaughter as they approached Kersey's bed. "Security cameras show that Corrections Officer Darrin Daniels was seen sneaking Lexington down into Kersey's cell before dawn, obviously to fuck the hermaphrodite! Things must have gotten out of hand when he started beating him...!"
"Is that true, convict?" asked Wallace without hesitation as he stood at the foot of Kersey's bed. Kersey looked frightened as he watched Beanmen and Slaughter giving him evil looks of danger if he told the truth. "Can the inmate talk, Doctor...?"
"He's suffering from minor swellings and lacerations due to the assault, as well as abdominal pains..., --but yes, he can speak!" informed the Doctor.
"Then SAY something!" ordered Wallace, impatiently. "Cat's got your tongue? Did Lex Bowmen do this to you? How long has he been sneaking down into your cell?"
"He could be suffering from anxiety..." offered the Doctor, shinning a thin light into Kersey's pupils.
"He's NOT to move from this Infirmary until I've had a chance to personally question him..., do you understand, Doctor?" asked Wallace.
"Yes, sir!"
"And you WILL answer my questions, mr Gordon..., or it will be a cold day in hell before you ever get the privilege of feel the outside elements on your face again!" threatened the Warden as he prepared to leave for more pressing engagements.
"There's one more thing you need to know, Warden Wallace...!" said the Doctor, calling for the Warden's further attention. "We checked into mr Gordon's complaints of abdominal pains because of the beating he suffered..."
"Yes..., and...?" asked Wallace, impatiently.
"...but tests has shown..., --and we ran them three times to be certain..." specified the Doctor, "...that the inmate Kersey Gordon is with child!"
"With what...?" asked Wallace, astonished.
"With child, sir!" repeated the Doctor. "He's pregnant...!"
Wallace's pale white face turned paler as his mouth dropped open in disbelief.
"How the hell did this happen...??!" he asked, infuriated.
"Well..., it's highly unusual amongst hermaphrodites like mr Gordon to have fully functional reproductive organs..., but it's not totally out of the question as he is indeed pregnant with child...!"
"I don't mean how did this happen..." corrected Wallace, "...I mean HOW did this happen...!?? He was supposed to be isolated from population so nothing like this could happen! I want that damn Darrin Daniels in my office, NOW!!"
"uh, sir..., Daniels has been out sick since we discovered what he was doing with Bowmen...!" informed Slaughter.
"Then call him in from home and have him report to my office, pronto!" re-ordered Wallace. "We're going to find out just how many inmates Daniels was sneaking down into Gordon's cell..., if he was sneaking Lexington, chances are other inmates and Guards were in on it!"
"Well, uh..., we already know about Bowmen, Warden..." said Slaughter, trying to deflect blame, "...what would you like us to do with him? Shall we send him back to Confinement?!"
"Are you daft, Harry...?" asked Wallace. "Do you have any idea how much money we have riding on that nappy headed nigger and this boxing match tonight? He's capable of bringing in some much needed revenue to this old facility..., so even if I have to wait 9 months and take DNA tests of every inmate and Guard in this prison, Lexington Bowmen will relax in the lap of luxury until we find out who this freak's baby's father is!" insisted Wallace, ending conversation.
Pt-5
A-BLOCK
19 year old Morris Jenkins and his new right hand man (18 yr old Wendall White) were careful not to be seen sneaking into A-Block which was more commonly known as Aryan Central. They walk through the cell Block, given immunity by the Aryan leaders as they walk through the sea of angry looking white faces and evil eyes towards their rendezvous.
"You sure this's a good idea...?" asked Wendall nervously, having seen those same looks in the eyes of the black Muslims who raped him.
"Relax..., I have a verbal deal with the head man Hammer, himself!" assured Morris as they approached his cell. "...once Lexington loses tonight and Genuwine is exposed to the Mandingos as a sellout, I'll be a shoe in to grab his spot as Dingo leader!"
"You SURE about that...?" asked Wendall, cautiously.
"Very! They'll be begging me to lead them!" assured Morris, confidently.
Hammer was relaxing and watching TV in his luxury cell when the two black men arrived. He grabbed his remote and muted the sound before reaching into his mini fridge to retrieve two beers for his buddies. "Now THIS is what I call the life!" smiled Morris as he popped the cap. "REAL beer, not some stale home style shit made in some nasty inmate's cell over a week's time!!" He and Wendall placed the brews up to their lips, guzzling down nearly half the bottle before taking a breather and smacking their lips in satisfaction. "This's the life!"
"Everything in place, I assume...?" asked Hammer, watching them drink his beers.
Morris burped...!!
"Hell yeah! Everything's set! Lexington Bowmen and Genuwine won't know what hit them after tonight!" assured Morris.
"I sure hope so..." said Hammer, looking at his brethren milling about in the background keeping an eye on things. "...we're plopping an awful lot of money down on the underdogs tonight, betting that Lexington don't be able to finish all 3 matches!"
"Trust me..., things are in place! I've already talked to the puertoricans..., --Raul's down!" promised Morris. "In just a few hours we're all gonna be sitting on easy money, while Genuwine'll be sitting on a long line of hard dicks!"
"Just curious..." said Hammer, popping the cap on his own brew while puffing a cigar just as Morris finished up on his. "...what did Genuwine ever do to you for you to turn on him like this...?"
"Nothing..." said Morris, after draining the bottle. "...but a nigga can't get to the top when another nigga's already standing in his spot! In order for me to get what he got..., I gotta get rid of the competition! And if that means undermining his trust to get what I want..., then he oughta had known better than to think he could trust a convict! Right?" reasoned Morris, not so innocently.
"Cheers!" was all Hammer had to say in reply as he drank to their win and Genuwine's demise.
Pt-6
THE MAIN EVENT
The doors opened to Piedmont Penitentiary as the red carpet was rolled out to receive its rich and celebrity profiles. Search lights illuminated the night skies as cars and limousines lined up to release their passengers as news crews from every major network and cable station took pictures and interviewed people going in. The new Boxing Arena was state of the art, complete with assigned seating, overhead cameras for televising, refreshment centers, a lounge, and VIP seating. Inmates were only permitted in the shielded box seats far from the sight of the taxpaying public. And even inmates had to pay for their seats, some begging for money from loved ones at home while other's cleaned out their prison accounts just to get in on the landmark fight. Inmates directly involved in the fight and their supporters and trainers were controlled under heavy Guard behind stage in the dressing areas.
The opening ceremony began with a long elaborate speech by Warden Wallace, welcoming his guests and speaking on behalf of the former Warden's failure to maintain the prison's luster. He raised his champaign glass in hopes of re-starting Lex Bowmen's boxing career, as well as a long lustrous success in future matches with other prisons across the country. His speech was followed by the cutting of the ribbon by the state's Governor, the city's Mayor, and the Police Commissioner. Balloons fell from the ceiling as music and a cheer from the audience erupted. "Let's fight...!" called the Governor as they cleared the boxing stage for the main event.
The Announcer got into the Ring as the crowd got excited. Energy filled the air as everyone anticipated a comeback from their fallen black prince. Backstage each boxer prepared for their fight. Lex Bowmen had the most to lose with his reputation on the line as a middleweight champion. He spent the afternoon resting, eating, lifting weights, and drinking plenty of fluids to try to bulk up in time. His days in Confinement had certainly weakened him, but his experience in the Ring would work to his advantage.
Raul Rodriguez paced his dressing room nervously. He had said his goodbyes to Alex earlier, resisting the temptation to fuck before the fight (possibly for the last time). He was hyped on sheer adrenaline as he practiced his punches in the mirror, more obsessed with looking good than doing good.
Kalvin (Moose) Craig lay relaxed in his own dressing room, his cellmate/woman (Swallow [the den mother]) by his side as he prepared to fight. But unlike Raul who knew to stay away from sexual temptation before stepping into the Ring, Moose was sitting back in his lounge chair getting his dick sucked by Swallow as she took her time bobbing her head up and down in his lap, leisurely swallowing his big fat dick with every downward stroke. She couldn't think of a better way to relax her man before a fight as she sucker, slurped, and bobbed until she was rewarded with a generous mouthful of his thick rich semen.
Cross was sit to finish out the 3 match fight, saving the best for last. Morris Jenkins happened upon the Aryan's room just as his trainers were slicing razors into the outer knuckles of his gloves. Without saying a word, all parties involved gave knowing looks and nods of approval before continuing their schemes.
Pt-7
IN THE RING
The Announcer called up the fighters, identifying them to the audience by the color of their trunks. Lex wore black while all of his opponents wore red. Each match (3 in all) were to be 3 rounds apiece. Each round was to be scored by 3 judges whom carefully scrutinized each match by total of punches and number of connections. A knock down was 10 points, and a TKO ended the match.
Lexington (as the only real man with professional experience in the Ring) had to fight all 3 opponents as one fighter. While he fought all 3 matches, they got a refreshed opponent every 3 rounds, giving them an advantage.
Lex and Raul stood in the center of the Ring with the Referee (one of Wallace's Guards). He recited the rules of the game, explaining that there was to be no biting, no hitting below the waist, and no holding. When an opponent was down and needed a standing-8 count, the other fighter was to back up to the other side of the Ring and wait until called back into play. When asked if they understood the rules as explained, the two men said "yes", and were told to hit gloves and return to their corner until the bell rung.
Raul raised his gloves high above his head and came down on Lex's gloves as hard as he could, feeling the adrenaline rush through him like a snort of cocaine Sextasy. Lexington felt the impact of the hit, the sting piercing through his gloves as they both returned to their separate corners.
"Relax and loosen up...!" advised Genuwine, massaging Lex's muscular shoulders as he patted his arms down to keep the muscles loose.
Lexington kept a leery eye on Raul as his own crew pampered him in his own corner.
The first bell rung, matching (30 yr old, 6-foot, 190-lbs) Lexington Bowmen up with (26 yr old, 5'7", 130-lbs) Raul Rodriguez.
Raul did well to dance around Lexington in the Ring, keeping on his toes as he used his petite size to evade many of his first round punches. But it wasn't until the second round that fists started to connect. To everyone's surprise, while Bowmen's connections did well to stagger Raul into the ropes several times, it was Raul's punches that seemed to hurt more as he nearly TKO'd Lexington twice in the same round.
"What the hell is wrong with you...??!" asked Genuwine, meeting Lex in his corner of the Ring after he was saved by the bell in the second round. "...you look like you're dead out there on your feet!"
"H...hes pooches..." said Lexington punch drunk, spitting out blood into his spit bucket, "...hes hits so harrrd..., like his have brasss knuks or sump'n..." he added, in a dream daze.
Genuwine looked over into Raul's corner, watching his crew celebrate a clear victory as they mentally prepared Raul for his third and final round, hoping to knock Lex on his ass. "Raul's no heavyweight...!" said Genuwine to himself. "Even with the weight loss Lex is a good 20 pounds heavier than Ra'..., there's no way he should be hitting Lex with so much power, unless...!" he thought aloud, wondering is the fight was rigged? "The Guards'r supposed to check the inmates for weapons before the fight begans...! Raul must be carrying brass knuckles in his gloves!" surmised Genuwine, calling for the Referee.
The audience looked on as Genuwine and the Referee talked amongst themselves in the Ring. They began to chant after the conversation seemed to take too long. The Referee insisted that every fighter was thoroughly checked before the fight, making it impossible for one of them to sneak in brass knuckles. When Genuwine insisted on having another search, the Referee threatened to call Lexington a knockout if Genuwine didn't go back into his corner.
Genuwine reluctantly returned, telling Lex to avoid Raul's punches at all costs.
The third bell was rung as Lex and Raul met in the center. Raul looked confident as the crowd (led by his brothers and lover) cheered him on. He threw several punches, all connecting Lex in the body and ribs. Each punch (while not TKO threatening) did manage to hurt Lex and bruise his upper body in key areas. He'd be black and blue for weeks.
Raul saw an opening when Lex dropped his gloves to protect his ribs. Raul landed a right cross directly across Lex's jaw, causing him to fall to the floor stunned. The crowd jumped to their feet as the champion went down.
"One...two...three...four..." started counting the Referee,
"Get up! Get up!!" yelled Genuwine, seeing his investment crumble.
Lexingtion lay there, trying to gather his thoughts as his eyes focused on someone sitting in the audience. It was his celebrity ex-girlfriend Vivica A. Fox, the two had started dating shortly after her movie Motives in 2004. Lexington saw her frowned face expression as she twisted his painted lips in disgrace. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was embarrassed to be there, and embarrassed to have their names linked as lovers after him being knocked out by an armature.
Lex heard the Referee counting "...seven...eight...nine..." before he got up on his feet and shook the pain off. Raul had been celebrating victory when he saw Lex rise. He buckled down and got series, confident that he was a real fighter who didn't need his father's heavy influence to win fights.
He and Lex danced around the Ring one last time, sizing each other up and looking for weaknesses. When Raul saw the clock ticking out he rushed forth to try to force a knock down. Lexington (experienced with rush jobs) simply stepped aside and landed a right across Raul's temple, sending him to the floor and out cold before he hit.
The crowd stood on their feet as Lex returned to his corner, his eye on Vivica whom now seemed to smirk as she pushed up her bosom proudly, knowing how much Lex had enjoyed them. But before Raul could be declared a knockout, Guards came in and pulled his unconscious body from the ring as the bell rung early, allowing the Referee to declare a standing-8 count.
"They're cheating!" said Lex, as Genuwine joined him in the Ring to refresh before the next fighter.
"I know! First they throw you in the hole to keep you malnourished and dehydrated..., then they cheat you out of an obvious knockout! They're trying to make you lose!" said Genuwine, suspiciously.
"Well it ain't gonna work!" said Lex, willing to keep fighting. "I'm gonna win this title if I have to kick everyone's ass in this Arena!"
"That's my nigga!" smiled Genwine, clearing out of the Ring just as the next bell rung.
Lex's next opponent was (33 yr old, 6'5", 270-lbs) Moose. The man dubbed in his old neighborhood as the "gentle giant" (before he was convicted of being a serial killer) was more intimidating than he was effective. Lexington was able to rack up a bunch of points landing body shots to the big man, even causing Moose to scream out in pain before managing to wrap his big bear arms around Lex's body and squeezing him until he lost his breath.
"Let him go! Break it up!" ordered the Referee, citing Lex as the holder and brazenly having points deducted off his score.
"That's bullshit!" yelled Genuwine from the sidelines, unable to help as his voice went unheard.
Every time Moose found himself in danger of a knock down, he'd grab Lexington, squeezing the life out of him like a Grizzly before letting go. And each time the Referee had to call them to break it up, he cite Lex as the aggressor.
By the end of the sixth round Lex's lead was reduced to an even match. He returned to his corner feeling weak and exhausted, having never fought a match so obviously one sided.
"You have to hang in there...!" encouraged Genuwine, pouring fresh water into Lex's open mouth to rinse. "We're so close, man! All you have is one more fighter left to go!"
Lex tried to see the finish line at the end of the race, but all he could think about was lying down and sleeping for the next two days. He felt even more discouraged when the bell rung and a fresh new opponent came charging out of the opposing corner.
Cross was 39 yrs old, 6'4", 204-lbs of solid Aryan (Mr Clean) muscle. He came at Lex like a wrestler, smashing into him and throwing him into the ropes before hitting him with his gloves. Lexington screamed when he felt himself being cut across the shoulder where Cross hit him. Blood began to trickle down his arm as he tried to avoid another punch.
"What the fuck's going on...?!!" asked Genuwine, calling to the Referee whom ignored him.
Cross raised his gloves up defensively as he poised himself to fight. Lex could feel the cut in his arm starting to sting, mixed with the sweat from his body. Cross saw his distraction and landed another punch in Lex's chest, cutting his left pec.
"ARRHH...!!" yelled Lexington, feeling another slash.
"Check his gloves! He's got something in his gloves...!!" screamed Genuwine, trying to get the Ref's attention.
The bell rung, signifying the end of the seventh round as the opponents went to their separate corners. "This shit is crazy...!" said Genuwine, using his towel to clot the bleeding from Lex's cuts. "These look kinda deep...!" said Genuwine, examining them closely as one of Swallow's feminine boy/girls walked around the ring holding up the next round card. "We need to stop the fight!"
"No!" insisted Lex, fighting through the pain. "I won't give them the satisfaction of quitting!"
"What's the alternative...? Bleeding to death?! If Cross lands more punches, you're gonna have cuts all over your body!" informed Genuwine, placing tiny clear Band-Aids over the cuts.
"I can beat him!" said Lex, looking across the Ring at Cross. "All I need is one good punch like the one I gave Raul!"
"Have you seen your face lately...? Your eye's is swelling up like a black balloon! You need to call it quits! The money and title ain't THAT important!" advised Genuwine, going towards the judges.
"The hell it ain't...!" countered Lex, grabbing Genuwine's arm. "...its all I got left!" he said, sounding desperate. He and Genuwine stood at a standoff for several seconds until the eighth bell rung, signifying the continuation of the fight. Genuwine stepped aside and climbed out of the Ring as the two men commenced to fighting. Genuwine happened to look up at the stands to see Morris Jenkins standing back near the boxer's entrance. Even from clear across the Arena the two men caught each other's eye as Morris clearly sided with the Aryans against him as Luke Murphy and Hammer stood near him waiting for victory to be called in their favor.
Just then Geunwine looked up to see Cross land a body shot in Lex's stomach, cutting deep into his gut. While Lex was still reeling from that pain, he landed another solid punch just over Lex's good eye, causing blood to gush forth like a red Niagara Falls.
Lex could barely see as he tried to avoid the next punch. Fortunately the bell rung, ending the fight as Lex staggered back to his corner so Genuwine could clean him up. Genuwine was able to quickly clean the blood out with a heavy dose of water, then temporarily cover the gash with a thin bandage which would easily become blood soaked and fall off within minutes. Cross was feeling overly confident and cocky as he waited in his corner for the kill, wanting to K-O Lex in 2 rounds instead of 3. When the bell rung he came in quick, landing several punches along Lex's outer arms as he covered his vitals with his elbows and biceps. Each contact with Cross' glove produced more cuts, causing more blood to spill forth onto the canvas. The floor started to become red with blotches as the inmates fought from one side of the Ring to the other. Lex managed to make a few connections of his own, but was too far behind Cross in the count to catch up. He knew he was losing blood fast, and needed to end the fight quickly if he was to win. Another round would definitely be in Cross' favor.
The clock reached down to its finale seconds as the two men went into a flurry of punches, each landing blow to blow as Lex's blood splattered all over everyone on the front row. The punches got wilder and heaver as fists slammed into bodies harder and harder. Both men wanted to end this as they went toe to toe for the final 20 second. The crowd roared as they stood on their feet, cheering both fighters as they went for all out war. But just before the bell rang, Lex landed a sneaky uppercut to Cross' chin, causing his brain (or what there was of one) to rattle as he saw stars before falling backwards like a timberwood.
Cross hit the canvas like a dead tree with only 12 second left on the clock. The Referee took his time coming over to count, trying to give Cross time to recover. But the big man was out like a light as the judges declared Lexington the winner. The audience went wild as Lex fell to his knees, losing blood by the pint.
Genuwine jumped into the Ring to help him to his feet. The champion belt was given to Lex as he held it up over head for pictures, leaning against Genuwine for support. Camera light flashed as Lex limped about the Ring, catching a wink from his former girlfriend before she left for the after party (which Lex was not invited to). Genuwine helped Lex leave the Ring under his own power, before being placed on a gurney and immediately taken to the Infirmary for medical attention.
Black inmates all over the Penitentiary cheered Lex's victory, most all of them betting on him and doubling their monies. While the rich and celebrities piled outside the prison for the after party in the prison Yard (which had been expertly dolled up with tents and seating and music for the guests), Genuwine went back to his cell Block to celebrate with his Mandingos, spreading the love, and his winnings amongst his closest allies.
"I KNEW you'd come through for us, Gen' baby...!" smiled Wyome, getting his cut of the loot as he and the boiz cracked open homemade (water) bottles of beer. "...I never had any doubt! Not like THESE mofos who thought you were out there only looking out for yourself!"
"Now yall niggas know me better than that!" said Genuwine, leading the party in drinks as he was starting to get toasted. "Yall know I got yall backs in here! Cuz if we ain't gonna look out for us..., who the hell else is goona do it?"
"I know that's right!" agreed his friends, all toasting Lex's victory and believing Genuwine ignorant to their potential deception.
"Hey..., anybody seen Morris...?" asked Pete, playing dumb.
"Last I saw..., he was rubbing elbows with the Aryans..." said Genuwine, causing his friends mouths to drop. "...let's see how long that relationship lasts without the Mandingos to back him up...!" suggested Genuwine, knowing it wouldn't take long for the Aryans to show their true colors.
Pt-8
D-BLOCK
"NO...! Please...! Don't...!!" screamed Morris, as he was roughly manhandled by the Aryans and forced over a bed in submission. "We had a dea,l dammit...!"
"And your deal cost us a ton of money...!" said Hammer, giving the go ahead to one of his men holding down Morris' friend Wendall White. The Aryan yanked down Wendall's prison pants (exposing his 18 yr old ass), then shoved his hard cock straight up the struggling boy's ass.
Morris heard Wendall's screams pierce through him like daggers as the Aryan began to fuck him hard right in front of him. Morris knew his fate was sealed as well as they had him in the same position.
"The Mandingos ain't gonna like what you're doing to us!" said Morris, trying to put fear into the Aryans. "When they find out about this..., they'll come looking for revenge! You don't want a race riot up in here do you...?!?"
"You mean the same Mandingos you just tried to sell out earlier...? Those Mandingos?" asked Hammer, humorously. "I doubt Genuwine gives two flying fucks for a trader like yourself, who tried to steal his place at the Cartel table, as if WE would let you weasel your way into our good standing arrangement!" laughed Hammer. "Genuwine knew about you treachery from the start! We've been informing him of your intentions from the beginning!"
"Lying...!" You're lying...!!" yelled Morris, feeling fucked already.
"You'll never know for sure now will you?" asked Hammer, yanking down Morris' pants to reveal his tender young black butt. Hammer hadn't had his dick in a man's ass in quite some time (not since finding out about Kersey Gordon back in chap-67, pts-1 & 2). He looked down at Morris' perfectly round black butt cheeks and figured there was no time like the present to get back into the swing of things. He spit into his fingers and lubed up his cock head before quickly ramming himself straight up into Morris' shocked dry asshole.
Morris screamed out loud, knowing no one would come to his aid. The Aryans all moved in closer as they readied their dicks for fucking...
To be concluded...
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