Post by The Convicted on Oct 8, 2018 13:15:55 GMT -5
Fulton Reception & Diagnostic Center
1393 Rte O, Fulton, MO 65251
September 17,2007
He sits in the back of a Madison County police transport van handcuffed to the seat as he waits to be taken inside the walls of the prison with the rest of the newly convicted and arriving inmates. He sits there wondering what's going to happen when they walk him into the building if it's going to be like in the movies or worse. He's never been in trouble before and only being twenty-two years old he isn't that experience in the world to know how to handle himself behind bars. He can hear some of the guys in the van mouthing off at the guards, some talking about being back home, others talking about stories they have heard about prison he can even hear a few guys whimpering like little kids scared of the boogie man.
As the van comes to a complete stop now he hears the guards outside the van doors messing with their keys. He starts trying to mentally prepare himself as the doors to the van opens and the guards start to unlock the cuffs ordering each inmate to exit the van in order. As he steps out into the sunlight after a three and a half hour drive in the dark the bright sunlight blinds him almost immediately. He gets his eyes adjusted to the bright light he can see the massive walls of the prison, the razor wire on top of the electrified fences and the guards with their weapons on each of the guard towers it sends chills down his spine.
The prison guards take over as the police officers sign over the inmates to the prison and climb back into their vehicle and begin to exit the prison grounds. He starts to realize that this is real and he is now officially in prison and there's nowhere to go. The guards march them into the building for processing dividing them into different groups along with hundreds of other arriving inmates from all over the state of Missouri. Each group starts in a different line than the others to start the intake process.
The first thing they all are told to do is to strip completely down to nothing and place the clothing they have on into the laundry cart. After they get stripped down they are then placed into a holding cell until they are called for their next part of the intake process. It's so cramped in the holding cell that your lucky if you're not touching the person next to you. As he waits to be called a fight breaks out between two guys in the holding cell not even ten feet from him, the guards don't even pay any attention as these two guys beat the crap out of each other. He stands there watching as he tries to move away from it.
After being cramped in that holding cell several hours they finally call his name he steps out of the cell and is ordered to go stand in a line marked "Intake Forms". He stands there for a good half hour before he reaches the front of it as he gets there they have him fill out a ton of forms when it's all said and done they give him his new identification for the next several years his DOC number. He will no longer be known as Eric Chronister according to the Department of Correction's but instead, he will be known as Inmate number 583881.
He is then ushered by another guard to yet another line where he will wait to be given a lice shower, then dried and powdered. Then from there, he will be given his first set of state-issued greys and boots. To get him by until he is completely finished with his intake processing and the Department of Corrections figures out where they would like to send him for the duration of his sentence. He stands in line as he watches the guards just literally spray lice killer onto the guys in the shower. Each inmate is given five minutes to shower with the medicated soap and shampoo then they are moved to a drying area where they dry off and then get lice powder thrown on them before getting moved to an area to get dressed. The whole process takes each inmate ten minutes a piece.
He barely finishes tieing up his boots before the guards are barking orders at him to get in the next line which is marked "Photo ID". Yet again another long wait in another long line. But he does what he's told and gets through it without incident and gets his photo ID card and moves onto the next line which is a medical exam. He does notice this line has been taking a lot longer to move as the exam takes longer, so he tries to pay attention to everything going on around him and see if there is anyone he could befriend while he's here in Fulton.
After a long day of lines and more lines, questions from everyone, filling paperwork out and being ordered around by everyone he is finally taken to his Housing Unit where he will live for the foreseeable future.
State Hwy 69 S and Scott Rd
October 8, 2018
He leans back with one arm out the window as he drives down old highway 69 South on his way to Salem, Massachusettes for the second round of the End of Days tournament. The weather is great as a cool breeze come in as he listens to "Heaven and Hell" by Matt Williams on a new Cd he had picked up just this morning from the local store before leaving Waterbury. He has a six pack of Dr. Pepper and a few cans of BBQ Pringles laying in the seat next to him as he drives.
Before leaving Waterbury he made sure to drop the letter to his friend Homie off at the post office, also sent a money order to Jefferson City for Homie as he promised in his letter. He's been on the road now for only a couple hours but he's enjoying the quiet drive as he thinks about the awesome night he had last night and what's going to happen this Sunday in Salem.
He starts to think about that match he watches between Fukushima Zombie and Bobby Barratt and what them two did to each other and how Bobby showed why he lives up to the rumors and the stories. When his cell phone begins to ring he picks it up and checks it to see who it is but doesn't recognize the number but answers it anyway's.
Eric Chronister
Hello.
Caller
Hey Eric, long time man.
Eric Chronister
Yeah, but not sure who this is.
Caller
Well, put it this way it's been about eleven years since we seen each other, and the last time we saw each other they took you away.
Eric Chronister
Dude how the Hell you get my number, and why would you call me? Didn't I do enough for you? Why now after all these years?
He speeds up a bit as he turns his signal on and pulls into the left lane to pass the car in front of him.
Caller
Chronic, I saw you on TV last night and I didn't even know you were out man. When did you get released?
Caller
You know I couldn't come to see you or anything, I couldn't do that it would have caused too many problems and stuff for me.
Eric Chronister
Yeah see that's the problem it's always about you man, it was back then and apparently, it still is. I'm out now and I'm doing good I'm not screwing around with anyone from the past. You all left me to rot by myself I don't need you now.
Caller
It's not like that Chronic you know my girl was prego at the time and shit and I needed to be there or I...
Eric Chronister
Or you would have what? Like I thought absolutely nothing, it wasn't the way it went down it was the fact you forgot about me for over a decade after I did what I did for you.
He slows back down as he gets to a place he can put it on cruise control and just enjoy the ride again as he reaches over popping the top to one of the Dr.Peppers and takes a swig of it.
Caller
Hey Chronic, you got it all wrong man, let me explain can we get together I still live in Fredericktown, come to see me next time your around.
Eric Chronister
Can't do it I'm busy right now I'm on my way to compete in a match against the former AWF World Champion Bobby Barratt. So I have more important things to do and to worry about.
Eric Chronister
See I'm not the guy people think I am, see everyone thinks I'm some sleazeball criminal, some lowlife convict, sum scumbag because I have done time. So I don't deserve to be able to have a job, to earn a living, hell I was even told I don't belong in this tournament I'm in and that the upper management won't allow me to make it very far.
Eric Chronister
You know why?
He swerves almost running off the road as a speeding truck about hits him as he tries to merge into his lane. He pulls over for a few minutes to gather his thoughts as his heart is beating rapidly from the near-death experience. He takes a breath and continues to speak as he sits there in his car.
Eric Chronister
It's because of you that's why. So don't call me out of the blue acting like everything is normal and good.
Caller
Chronic don't be like that man we go back to far let me explain don't I deserve that much.
Eric Chronister
Don't you deserve that, what about me don't I deserve a fair shot at a life. Dude, listen while you're sitting at home with your family enjoying life I am working twice as hard just to stay out of prison why because I made a mistake over a decade ago and now I have to pay for that because no one can look past that.
He checks his rearview mirror as he pulls back onto the road and gets back up to speed.
Eric Chronister
I'm not making excuses I own what I did, I'm not perfect Hell I'm nowhere near it but I'm not what people think I am either.
Caller
I just want a chance, you say you want a chance, so do I.
Eric Chronister
I don't know right now my only chance to prove myself is to beat my next opponent at End Witches Hour this Sunday. Because by beating Bobby Barratt fair and square will show what kind of man I am.
Caller
Can you beat him he isn't like the guy you fought last night Chronic, this guy's really good? I know who you're facing or did you forget I'm a wrestling fan from way back. But I'm sure you have learned some tricks in the joint you can use.
Eric Chronister
Dude, what part of fair and square did you not understand? I'm not cheating this match could make my career period.
Eric Chronister
Win or lose it makes my career because If I win it proves just how good I am if I lose and take him to his limit it still shows just how good I am.
He comes to a bit of traffic as it's rush hour and cars are starting to back up he slows down and basically sits there in traffic eating his BBQ Pringles while he talks.
Caller
Well, I'm going to get off here Chronic but give me a visit when you get back in town we need to talk.
Eric Chronister
We will see when the time comes for now I need to focus on Bobby Barratt.
