Matt (Part 4 by Warrior)

Warrior - Serving fourteen years for kidnapping and aggravated assault. Half Hispanic and Scottish-Irish with family still in Mexico. Brought up by a family steeped in drug commerce. He writes some of the best prison-fight stories on the Internet.
Click here for Matt Part 3, which left off with Matt and Midget squaring off in the corridor.

Midget scowled at Matt, and called him a “Fu**in’ punk” with a tone of discontent.
What happened next caught me by total surprise.
Matt no longer resembled an old crack addict, more like a fighter in his prime. He sidestepped the officer escorting Midget, and rushed Midget against the wall. Caught by surprise, Midget’s eyes widened.

The sickly thin female officer moved out of the way, and began to scream in horror. It was clear she was not only new, but a virgin to prison fights. The older escorting officer was equally in disbelief. Struggling to retrieve her radio to call for backup, it caught somewhere on her utility belt and remained stuck.
I stepped between the officers and the two prisoners fighting, hoping to give the females a little comfort. Whether it did, I can’t say. At the same time, I wanted Matt to handle his business with no interference.

Matt had Midget pinned against a wall, and his height was a great advantage. As he towered over Midget, he leaned his hips and forearms into Midget’s body. He kept Midget pinned as his right fist repeatedly found Midget’s face. Midget focussed on protecting his face by rotating his head in every direction to avoid contact, but it was no use, Matt found his mark. It was obvious that Matt had that old man strength. He was sinewy in muscle, and his tendons looked as strong as steel cables as he kept Midget locked against the wall.

The young officer continued to scream an annoying high pitched squeal. It irritated me to the point of exhaustion. I turned to her and yelled, “Shut the f**k up!” Her eyes widened, and she shut up.
By then, the older woman was repeatedly requesting backup.
I heard the trampling of boots and jingling of keys swiftly gaining speed and volume in our direction. I looked down the linoleum hall and noticed a blur of brown uniforms becoming rapidly large in our direction. It was other staff, and they were angry.

I yelled at Matt, “Heads up! They’re coming!” I jumped out of the way and hit the floor, face down as was the procedure for a fight.
Matt just kept at it. He knew as well as I that he couldn’t let Midget go without losing the advantage. He just had to wait it out to where the staff would separate them.
Face down, I felt a knee on the back of my legs. My wrists were zip-tied behind my back.

Three burly guards jumped on Matt, another three on Midget, pulling them apart. Holding a huge can of chemical spray by Matt’s face, one officer yelled, “You make a fu**in’ move, I spray your fu**in’ eyes out!”
Matt didn’t move one bit.

I was the first prisoner picked up and placed in a holding cell, away from Matt and Midget. After an hour, I was sent back to the yard. Matt and Midget both ended up in the hole for a few days to cool off. Then they were both sent back on the yard, but to opposite sides. Administration does that to reduce tension.

I never saw Matt after that. Last I heard, he made it out. I have yet to hear he has come back again. I don’t know what was going through Matt’s mind that made him jump on Midget. Maybe his patience had worn thin, maybe he felt he needed to show he could handle his own business. Whatever reason, it was another side of Matt I was unaware of. It goes to show that we never really know people like we think we do.
My hope for Matt is that he finally got it together for the sake of his family and himself. I like to believe so.

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Links to more prison stories by Warrior:
Warrior v Big E.
Rapist on the Yard
Bucket of Blood
Central Unit

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