I’m Here

Scotty.

Where you at?

It has been almost a week and no more responses.

Well, in the words of the legendary D-M-X! I have something to tell you.

See, this is the fuckin’ shit I be talkin’ about
Half wrestlin’ ass mothafuckers
You think it’s a game? You think it’s a fuckin’ game? (Scotty)
Uh, uh, uh (come on)
(What y’all really want?) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh
What y’all really want?
What? Scot-Ty-Wood
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Come on, CRU-CI-FIED (uh, uh)

I’m on my way Scotty.

 

Location: San Francisco, California: Fisherman’s Wharf Pier 33
Date: October 22, 2022

As the scene opens up once again we are in the bay area of the city of San Francisco inside of Fisherman’s Warf. However, the sky isn’t clear as it’s a little cloudy blocking out the sun, and it’s a cool and crisp fifty-two degrees out. All this week has been a stressful week as I help GOD and the rest of Board prepare for the biggest Rumble at the Rock ever in the history of our great promotion. With my duties pretty much done for the day I’ve decided to head to Alcatraz to see if I can find that coward, Scott Woodson, and see if we can finally get some answers.

“Last call for the Alcatraz Night Tours!”

The voice on the speakers informs as the final passengers board the ferry to head to the former prison. As the camera pans around we see Scott Stevens sitting front and center with a platoon of EPU guards around him. Cost a pretty penny to get all the EPU on the boat, but when you got the Liberty Card money is no object when you’re a GOD of HOW.

“We will be departing in five minutes.”

The voice informs the passengers before final departure as one of the guides on the boat tries to hand the Demi-God of HOW a pamphlet, but the EPU stop him.

“Check him clean.”

Stevens informs his guard and they pat the man down thoroughly before handing the pamphlet to the Texan as the ferry starts to disembark. As the ferry starts moving Stevens looks at the pamphlet and it’s a history and frequently asked questions regarding the island and tours.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Alcatraz Night Tour as we will circle the island and give a brief history of this historic place.”

There is a brief pause before the tour begins.

“Alcatraz Island is a 25-acre island located a little over a mile from San Francisco. It is a former military fort and in1933 it was designated by the Federal Bureau of Prisons to be a maximum security federal prison that housed notorious and dangerous criminals such as Al Capone, George “Machine Gun” Kelly, and Robert Franklin Stroud, better known as the “Birdman of Alcatraz.” From 1969-1971 it was the site of the Indian “Red River Movement” and Occupation from.”

As the tour announcers begin with the early beginnings of Alcatraz, Stevens takes a moment to look at the pamphlet’s information.

How big was the average cell?

Each cell in B & C block was 5 feet by 9 feet. All cells had a small sink with cold running water, small sleeping cot, and a toilet. Most men could extend their arms and touch each wall within their cell. The cells in D Block (called “segregation”) were more spacious, but less desirable.

How many cells were there?

Alcatraz was divided into four blocks.

A Block was used solely for materials storage. However, when an inmate didn’t require full solitary confinement but needed to be separated from other inmates. Records indicate that Sam Shockley and Miran Thompson were both imprisoned after the 1946 Riots and while standing trial for the deaths of two Alcatraz Guards from the 1946 escape attempt.

There were 336 cells in B & C Blocks.

The dreaded D Block contained 36 segregation cells and 6 solitary confinement cells (known as confinement chambers by many inmates).

How many prisoners did Alcatraz have at any given time?

The highest number ever recorded was 302, and the lowest number 222. Approximately 1545 total men were imprisoned there.

What was the average stay?

The average length of residence was about eight years.

How many guards worked here?

Ninety officers were required to cover the three 8-hour shifts.

Did any Alcatraz inmates have anything good to say about the prison?

Oddly, yes. During an interview with Inmate Willie Radkay, he indicated that having one’s own cell was a great advantage over other federal prisons. The chances of being sexually violated and the privacy aspect were cherished benefits. He also stated that, most of the time, the staff treated the inmates respectfully, though they rarely spoke to one another. Believe it or not, the food was cited by many inmates as the best within the entire prison system.

What did inmates dislike most about Alcatraz?

The rule of silence was probably the most difficult to bear. This rule was considered harsh and inmates were disciplined for even minor violations of it. In the earlier years of Alcatraz, inmates were not allowed to talk to one another except during meals and recreation periods.

How many prisoners were executed at Alcatraz?

None. Alcatraz had no facilities for Capital Punishment, so the process was left to State institutions.

How many people died while at Alcatraz?

Eight people were murdered by inmates on Alcatraz. Five men committed suicide, and fifteen died from natural illnesses.

Has anyone ever escaped from Alcatraz?

Depends what you mean by “escaped.”

Federal officials state that nobody ever escaped. The escape attempt of June 11, 1962, however, leaves a lingering doubt. The three men who disappeared from the prison on that date are presumed drowned they were never found.

Where’s Al Capone’s cell?

Former prisoners and Correctional Officers indicate that Al Capone’s cell was on the outside west end of Cellblock B. Capone spent more time in the hospital than in the general population.

Where’s the Birdman’s cell?

Robert Stroud (Birdman of Alcatraz) arrived in 1942, spent some 90 days in the GP, and was then transferred to D Block. Occupying more than one cell over a period of seventeen years, Stroud stayed in D block cell for approximately six years and was then moved up to the hospital in 1948, staying for eleven years, by request of Warden Swope.

Why and when did Alcatraz close?

Primarily because of rising costs and deteriorating facilities. Operationally, Alcatraz was the most expensive of any state or federal institution its isolated location was great for keeping escape attempts low but lousy at keeping costs down. It cost so much money to get essentials to the island that authorities determined other institutions could serve the same purpose for less cost. Alcatraz closed on March 21, 1963.

 

The sound of the ferry’s horn snaps the Texan back to attention as the boat prepares to dock on the outside pier of the island. After a few moments the boat comes to a complete stop and passengers start exiting one by one, but the EPU and the Demi-God remain behind until they are the last ones. Once the coast is clear they start heading towards the exit. Once they head down the ramp, Scott stops for a moment and looks at the line of passengers waiting to head back to the mainland.

“Check them.”

Stevens orders the EPU and the guards rush over to the line and begin their search of the Hardcore Artist. Scott slowly walks over to the line and watches the chaos build when a shout behind him is heard.

“JUST WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE…..DO….ING……”

The man doing the shouting slowly zips his mouth when Scott turns around and he quickly recognizes the Demi-God.

“Whatever the fuck I want.”

Stevens replies as he turns his attention back to the line. After a good ten minutes the lead EPU guard comes back to Scott and informs him Scotty isn’t in the line and Stevens sighs.

“Typical.”

The Texan says to himself as he approaches the line and walks on the outside of it.

“I’m looking for a deserter. A coward who has since lost his balls and will to fight. I’m looking for the man who wanted my attention so bad he defaced the sign just right there.”

Stevens points to the Stevens Welcome on the Alcatraz sign.

“I am looking for Scott Woodson!”

Stevens says as he slowly takes off his glasses and his tone grows more serious.

“And if you have seen him on this island I suggest you tell me now because if you don’t and you are lying to us he won’t be the only one crucified on October 30^th in that chapel over there.”

Stevens informs the line as he points into the direction of the chapel, but even with promises and fear in the air no one knows or has seen the Hardcore Artist.

“Not wise.”

Stevens tells the line as he puts his 97 colored spectacles back on.

“I always keep my promises and you can enjoy the rest of your night, but the night is still young and the week even longer.”

Stevens says with a sinister grin before letting out a cackle as he turns from the line and goes up the ramp for the last tour of the day. The Texan is soon surrounded by the EPU as he heads up the ramp towards the prison’s main entrance. As they walk along the concrete path, Stevens stops and looks at the giant guard tower.

“Hey Earl, remember when that highly overrated group the Empire was here?”

Stevens asks the EPU leader who nods.

“They had a pretty good match here in the guard tower against Hollywood and Zion for the tag titles. Too bad their success didn’t duplicate over to other things.”

Scott turns from the guard tower and heads back up the path towards the prison. After a good five minute walk they follow up a narrow path and head towards the main door. The EPU lead the charge as they walk up the steps and hold the door open for the Demi-God of HOW. Once inside the building, Stevens looks to his left and sees the accounting office and to his right he sees the officer’s lounge and the armory.

“Scotty! You here buddy?”

Stevens shouts loudly and motions for the EPU to check the area especially in the armory.

“All clear.”

Earl shouts as he motions for Scott to come over and when the Texan comes in front of the armory he sees relics from the past Rumble at the Rock events. He sees a his old nail bat from his first Solitary match in 2012. He sees Lady Murderfucks. He a broken hockey stick wrapped in barbed wire with dried blood on it. He sees a Bottomline Pen circa Mike Best 2012 or 2013. There is even some Kama Sutra books from Professor Keller’s private Redtube collection.

“If these walls could talk.”

Stevens says to himself as he turns from the armory and heads towards the warden’s office.

“You hiding in the Warden’s office Scotty?”

Stevens asks loudly as the EPU barrel ahead and once again the room is clear.

“Where you at Scotty? I love playing hide and seek, but this isn’t going to end well for you when we find you.”

Stevens informs his rival as they leave the warden’s office and head towards the cell blocks.

“Opening Cell Block!”

One of the EPU guards announces and Stevens shakes his head.

“Well?”

Stevens asks and the guard looks at the Texan confused.

“If you’re going to announce me you have to announce the whole thing.”

Scott informs his guard who nods.

“Opening Cell Block for the Demi-God of HOW, Scott Stevens!”

A grin plasters the Texan’s face as he approves before stepping into the cell blocks.

“Better introduction than that hack Blaire. If this security doesn’t work out I’m sure I can talk to GOD and maybe get you a try out.”

Stevens tells his guard as he looks down the main hallway of Cell Blocks B and C.

“Check each cell thoroughly Earl. Leave no bed unturned.”

“Yes sir.”

Earl replies as he motions for the guards to begin their search. Half goes down the Broadway hallway while the others search Park Avenue as another stays behind with the Demi-God. As Stevens watches the EPU check the cells he gets flashbacks of the brutal and down to the wire 97 minute Iron Man match for the LSD championship between John Sektor and Jatt Starr that he officiated. Earl makes his way back towards Stevens and gives him bad news.

“All clear.”

Frustration begins to build in Scott face and tone.

“Take the men towards A-Block and check those before moving down to the dungeon cells. Be careful, He and Carey are into some weird BDSM bondage stuff so who knows what crap they have in those dungeon cells.”

Scott informs Earl as the leader nods before heading towards A-Block with Stevens flowing slowly behind them. The search leads as the EPU and the Demi-God head towards Michigan Avenue towards A-Block and the Texan watches as the cell doors fly open and the massive EPU guards squeeze themselves inside looking for the Hardcore Artist. The search in A-Block is a dead end as the guards march towards the dungeon cells.

“Watch your back down there Earl. That coward will pop out of some hole and attack you.”

Stevens tells his lead guard who nods and motions for his men to enter the stairwell.

“We will be back.”

Stevens nods and watches as all but one member of the EPU disappear into the dungeon.

15 minutes later………………..

Stevens hears a commotion and turns his attention back towards the stairs as the EPU start to reappear.

“He’s not down there.”

The comment doesn’t amuse the Texan as he slides his tongue along his teeth.

“Well, we’ve already covered half the prison he must be in the other half.”

Stevens informs Earl as the two head towards the opposite side of the prison. As Scott and company arrive at Time Square, Stevens kicks open the door to the mess hall.

“I know that no ball bitch is in here somewhere! Tear it apart!

Stevens orders and the EPU rush inside and begin to search the dining area before heading to the kitchen as Stevens looks down at his left arm and some second degree burn scars still linger from the time Kirsta Lewis and David Black blew up the kitchen. The flashback of that match has Stevens holding his stomach as Kirsta Lewis was able to draw massive amounts of blood and extreme pain when she cut me deep before blowing herself up.

“I don’t know what’s worse, fighting Kirsta or Bobbinette in the kitchen?”

Stevens asks himself as the EPU emerge once more with bad news.

“Not many more hiding places for you Scotty. I’ll find you and your little camera man too.”

Scott says with a cackle as they turn to head towards the stairs to the Infirmary. The EPU open the doors to the Infirmary and Stevens walks through with determination. He slowly surveys the room knowing a lot of history has taken place in the infirmary throughout the years.

“Be thorough and if you find him make sure he’s on that metal slab so I can skin his ass alive.”

Stevens informs Earl who gives him a look before going beginning his search again.

“Brutality lives in the infirmary. My little buddy Jace knows that better than anyone as he has fought, defended, and won more titles more than anyone in the last era. However, his skill at hurting people will pale in comparison to what I do to Scottywood.”

A sick and twisted grin forms on the Texan’s face as he begins to rub his hands together in anticipation when Scott sees the EPU returning back to him.

“Well?”

Stevens asks with anticipation.

“Nothing.”

Earl responds and the Demi-God is not pleased as he turns over the metal table in anger.

“Three places left, and we are next to the most famous match in HOW history.”

Stevens quickly exits the infirmary and the EPU rush to keep up. Scott heads back up the stairs and once at the top he goes forward a bit towards another door and throws it open and steps out into the YARD.

“Wait sir!”

Earl shouts as he orders the other EPU members to get outside and protect. Once outside we see Scott standing in the middle of the recreation yard that one man made famous.

“Sir, you can’t just take off like that…..”

Earl is cut off by Stevens.

“I knew that pussy wouldn’t be here. You see Earl, Scottywood is a fucking coward. He leaves you love notes but wants to hide when you come looking for him. If this was Chris Kostoff his ass would be staring at me right now and we would be fighting by now. That’s the difference between Kostoff and Scotty because when Kostoff said he was going to kick your ass he at least showed the fuck up, but I’m facing Scottywood so I wouldn’t expect a Hardcore Monster much less a man to show up to face me!”

Stevens shouts as spit flies out of his mouth as he pushes his way passed the members of the EPU and heads back inside and heads towards D-Block and solitary confinement. Scott heads to the stairs that lead down to solitary before he is forcefully stopped by Earl and the EPU.

“Get out of my way.”

Stevens commands Earl, but the EPU leader shakes his head.

“Can’t do that sir or you know who would be very disappointed in you not listening to his orders.”

Earl tells Scott who grumbles under his breath as he watches the EPU head down towards the solitary cells and Stevens begins to pace impatiently back and forth knowing the histories those cells carry first hand. Stevens quits pacing when the EPU come back up.

“Take me to the chapel.”

Stevens says sternly as the EPU lead him out of the main prison and towards the chapel. Once they are outside of the chapel they stop.

“Stay here.”

Stevens commands before slowly turning toward the EPU as he takes his 97 Red sunglasses off.

“Whatever happens, you won’t suffer the wrath of GOD. I will take the full brunt of it.”

Scott promises the EPU as he heads towards the door to the chapel and opens it up and walks inside. He looks around the open room and doesn’t see his rival anywhere. Stevens makes his way down the aisle passed the rows of chairs situated next to one another as he makes his way to the wooden pulpit. Once behind the pulpit, Stevens reaches into his 97 Red color vest and pulls out a copy of the Book of Best and places it on the pulpit. Scott reaches into his front pocket of his black slacks and pulls out a knife and flicks it open. Scott opens up the Book of Best and flips to a page before wrapping his hand around the pocket knife and slicing it open. A grunt of pain escapes the Texan’s lips as he begins to write something on the pulpit before taking the knife and driving it hard into the Book of Best. Stevens reaches into his vest and pulls out his sunglasses and puts them back on and as he leaves the knife is stuck in on the last chapter of Book of Scottywood…..

RATR 10/30/22

There is also a note written in blood next to a bloody palm print…..

I’M HERE