Solomon Cain vs Bullet

And I never had me a name

They just give me a number when I was young

Got a long line of heartache

I carry it well

The list of lives I've broken

Reach from here to Hell

And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back

Pray you don't look at me

And I pray I don't look back

Pepsi Center

Denver, CO

September 15th, 2019

Fan Cam, Cellphone Footage, Internet Leaked 

(It had been a little over an hour since Skrabz had pinned Tyke Index. Many of the members of the Mile High roster had already left for the night. The media had already dispersed, but a few straggling fans still remained outside of the Pepsi Center.

Solomon Cain was normally one of the last people to leave the arena, because he wanted to avoid the outside world completely. Tonight, Solomon was leaving later than most, but earlier than some. He couldn't wait any longer, he decided if he heard one more Bruno Mars song he was going to blow his brains out.

Solomon stepped out of the back door of the Pepsi Center, and was relieved to see the empty parking area. Solomon pulled his duffle bag up onto his shoulder, and paused to light his Newport. As the flame from the Bic hit the tobacco, Solomon heard a voice in the background.

"Ex...excuse me, Mr. Cain, can I have your autograph?". The voice was young and shakey. Solomon turned around to see a young boy who looked to be about 12. The young boy is wearing a Solomon Cain t-shirt, and holds a posterboard sign that reads "Ricky is Cain's Prison Bitch".

Solomon stops for a moment, taking this all in. He examines the kid, while taking a slow drag from the cigarette. Solomon, exhales slowly and asks, "who brought you here?". The kid looks a bit embarrassed to say these words to his hero, but replies "my Dad".

Solomon looks past the kid, and a few yards away is a guy so mundane, he'd blend into any crowd. The man is paying no attention to his child, his face buried in his cellphone. The man wears a "Zombie" t-shirt, he obviously bought that day, as it is wore over a button up shirt, with his collar sticking out.

Solomon shakes his head and walks past the kid without saying a word to him. Solomon walks directly to the kids father, who still has his face buried in the phone. The man senses Cain's presence and looks up with a nervous look on his face. Before the father can say anything, Solomon Cain unleashes on him.)

Solomon Cain: What the f**k is your problem? You're just going to stand there with your nose buried in that f**king phone, not paying attention to your son? You might as well be absent in person if you're going to be absent in spirit. Wake the f**k up, you're Facebook review of the show can wait till the kids asleep.

(The father says nothing, he simply clicks his phone off and sheepishly places it into the pocket of his khakis.)

Solomon Cain: And, what the f**k are you doing letting your kid idolize me? Do you know who I am? Do you know what the f**k I am? YOU WANT HIM TO BE LIKE ME!?!

(The man says nothing, and can't even look Solomon Cain in the eye. Solomon snaps, and drops his bag off of his shoulder. "WELL!?!", Solomon shouts, but the man still won't look at him. Solomon spits his Newport out, and feels disrespected that the man will not look at him. Solomon looks at this man and sees he is totally checked out of his sons life.

Acting before he can think, Solomon smacks the man across the face with his open palm. The mans wire frame glasses fly from his face and the man begins to stagger, but before he can fall Solomon grabs him. Solomon's hands grip the mans shirt, and pulls him in close and lifts him up.

The Dad is lifted to eye level with Solomon Cain. The frightened and shocked Dad can see the rage in Cain's eyes, and smell the whiskey on his breath. Soloman is too angry to think and the Dad is too scared to react. Both men are frozen, Solomon from anger and the Dad from fear, but both men are snapped back to reality by the child's voice.)

Kid: NO! PLEASE! Please don't hurt my Dad.

(Solomon's head turns slowly to look at the child while maintaining his grip. The child is trembling in fear, and tears run down his cheeks. Solomon turns to look the child's father in the eyes, and without saying a word he releases his grip.

Solomon takes a step back, and shakes his head. It quickly sinks in what he just did. Solomon reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He quickly pulls five twenty dollar bills out of his pocket and hands them to the father. Without a word the father accepts them.

Solomon turns to the frightened and still trembling child.)

Solomon Cain: Sorry kid... I'll sign that poster if you want.

(The child is unable to look Cain in the face. "No, it's ok", the child mumbles. Solomon drops his head in disappointment and a bit of shame. Solomon shakes his head from side to side and then places a fresh Newport into his mouth.

"F**k it", Solomon says as he lights his cigarette. Solomon grabs his duffle bag and begins walking to his Bronco. The child rushes into his fathers arms and begins crying.)

MGM Grand Resort 

Room 820

September 28th, 2019

On Camera 

(The scene fades in to show an overlooking view of the T-Mobile arena. The sun glares off of the hotel room window, and Sin City bustles about as the camera focuses on the view of the arena. Solomon Cain's voice is heard but he is not seen.)

Solomon Cain: Big changes are a coming. Mile High is leaving Denver and taking this show on the road. Championships being combined, new championships being made. New faces are showing up in town, and people who haven't had a shot at Skrabz and his crown are getting their opportunity.

It's going to be a big night for Mile High tomorrow night. The first five person match for the new Ultimate championship. We get to find out what Katrina's new job is going to be. And, let's not forget... the debut of mine and Samantha Hamilton's home movie.

It's going to be bigger than Kim K and Ray Jay. I only spent one night in Hamilton, but it was better than a night in Paris. We got more wild than Pam and Tommy Lee, and she sure called me Dr. Feelgood when I took her to the wild side.

(Solomon Cain's image appears in the reflection of the window. The image is a bit distorted, but shows Solomon is shirtless with his hair down his shoulders. His jeans hang on his hips, displaying his growing V cut of his abs.)

Solomon Cain: Some sh*t though, remains the same. That sh*t, is The Lost Child being the wildest motherf**ker in Mile High. I did exactly what I said I was going to do and left Ricky Stanton's b*tch a$s in a hospital bed. Now that I've crippled corporate America, it's time for me to refocus on my climb to the throne. Tomorrow night, I'm taking what some are calling a big step, but I don't see it that way...not at all.

(The camera pans around to show Solomon Cain, in one hand is a glass pipe and in the other a lighter. Solomon puts the tip of the pipe to his lips and sparks the bowl, and inhales deeply.

Solomon coughs a bit, and then slowly exhales a cloud of thick, white smoke. The smell of marijuana fills the room, and Solomon coughs a bit more and then takes a deep breath through his nose clearing it.)

Solomon Cain: I told Robby Mack I wanted the toughest opponent he could give me, because that is the biggest opportunity I could ask for. I was expecting a challenge. I was expecting a war. I was expecting the creme de la creme... but what I got... was, disappointment.

I should be use to disappointment in life, but I was expecting more after destroying Ricky Stanton. I wanted the best of the best, and what I got was... Bullet.

(Solomon shakes his head with a look of disappointment on his face. Solomon takes another hit from the pipe, this time smaller, but still comes with an big exhale of white smoke. As Solomon exhales slowly, he begins to speak again at the end of his exhale.)

Solomon Cain: Bullet, at one point you were the baddest b*tch in Mile High. Now, you ain't even the best in your group of biker b*tches. I'm surprised they haven't ripped that President patch off of you and handed it to Zombie. I mean she's on a roll, and you... well d@mn how the mighty have fallen.

I remember when it was you, Bullet, who was pegged as the number one contender for the Mile High championship, in this very city. They jumped the gun and put your a$s on all the promotional material for Sin City Spectacular, Robert Mack assumed it was a foregone conclusion that you were going to win the four way match between you, Samantha Hamilton, Tyke Index, and I.

Well, Robert found out what happens when you assume... you make an a$shole out of yourself. I ruined Robbies big plans and your date with Skrabz. You eventually got that date with Skrabz though, and it ended just like you and I will end tomorrow, you flat on your back, looking up at the lights.

You've been doing that a lot lately though, haven't you? You picked up the win over Azurine Vebbins when Mile High made its return, but you ain't done sh*t since then. Well, that's not true, you have lost six matches in a row. Six... f**k, I asked for the best and I got someone one and six. Even Dillion Daniels is doing better than that.

(Solomon moves to the sofa in the room and sits down. "F**k, six in a row" he says quietly to himself before taking another big hit from the pipe. Solomon begins to cough, and all the smoke escapes his lungs. He coughs hard and his face and eyes become very red. Solomon grabs an open bottle of PBR from the table in front of him and takes a drink to cool his throat.

Solomon shakes his head and makes a disgusted face. He gags a bit and takes another drink of the beer, and then sits the pipe and bottle down.)

Solomon Cain: Bullet, you're like this bowl. You started out full of life, so vibrant. You were getting everyone high and blowing their minds. People thought it couldn't get any better, but then... you were smoke out. You have nothing left, and you aren't even giving anyone a buzz. You're cashed.

(Solomon turns the bowl over, tapping it on the table emptying the bowl. A small pile of gray ash falls out. Solomon sits the bowl aside and with a small puff, blows the ash away.)

Solomon Cain: Bullet, I'm going to be your last hit. I'm making sure you are fully cashed. I'm going to burn you out, and leave nothing behind but a pile of ash. Then, I'm going to blow you away.

Don't come at me with your weak a$s sh*t. Don't go talking that Spanish sh*t to me. I no hobla espanol, but I do hobla whipping that a$s. So, you better find that old Bullet. Wherever you left her, wherever you buried that killer instinct you had... go get it. You're going to need it.

(Solomon grabs a cigarette from his pack of Newport's on the table. Solomon places the cig into his mouth and lights it. He takes a long, slow drag and then leans back on the couch as he exhales slowly.)

Solomon Cain: Bullet, I don't know what I have to say to get you fired up. I don't know what I have to do to turn you back into the old you, but I wish I did. I don't want to beat a Bullet that is just a shell of her old self, I want to beat the woman that was once one of the most feared people on the roster. I want the Bullet that was Tyke Index's favorite wrestler, not the Bullet that lost to the part timer Aniquin Adams.I want the Bullet that was a huge feather in someone's cap to get a win over.

I mean f**k, am I the only one who has noticed your streak? I asked for the toughest opponent I could get, and it was you I was given. Obviously, Robert Mack hasn't noticed. Then again, he has a soft spot for the Latin women, so it probably wasn't your win loss record he was paying attention to.

Thing is though, three months ago, aside from Skrabz, you would have been the toughest opponent I could have. Get back to that Alex... that's right you aren't Bullet to me anymore. Bullet doesn't drop six in a row that's some sh*t Alex would do. So, Alex earn your name back.

Show up and bring the best you have. Wait, no, bring the best that you used to have. I don't just want your best, I need your best. I need you to come with that fire you used to have. I need you to be war ready, because we are going to war. The big question is, is it going to be a Desert Storm, or is it going to be Afghanistan?

(Solomon sits up, and exhales smoke from his nose. He removes the Newport from his mouth and ashes it on the table. He takes another drink from his PBR, before returning the cigarette to his mouth.)

Solomon Cain: I need your best, because I'm making a statement tomorrow night. I'm making the statement that, the Lost Child, Solomon Cain is the man that should be challenging for the MHW Ultimate championship. It doesn't matter who wins the five way match tomorrow, all though I do want it be Skrabz, as I got some unfinished business with that motherf**ker.

Now Alex, before you start spewing that same tired sh*t all you Bike Dykes like to spew about me blowing my shots at Skrabz and the Ultimate championship, look in the f**king mirror. You not only blew your shot at the championship, but you lost your championship along the way to that one and six record you've earned yourself since Mile High has came back.

(Solomon takes a long and slow drag from the Newport. He once again exhales slowly, with the look on his face giving away he is thinking, but is confident.)

Solomon Cain: Alex, I know you still have that warrior somewhere deep inside of you. I see that warrior spirit in Zombie, and I see it in Pyscho. I never saw it in Bandit, and the only thing I've ever seen inside of Samantha Hamilton is my dick. You though, at one time you were one of the baddest b*tchs walking the planet.

So, what happened to you Alex? Did the promotion from Vice President to President make you soft? You get the big comfy chair, at the head of the table and lose your hunger? Whatever it is that put that fire out, you better relight it before they vote your a$s out.

Maybe we can find that old warrior spirit deep down inside of you. When I'm ripping you apart, I'll see if I can find it somewhere amongst your blood and guts that I leave laying in the ring. I'll sit it aside for you, so that when your puppets called the Maidens come out to put you back together, they can reinsert that Warrior spirit where it belongs.

(Solomon grabs the PBR and gulps the rest of it down. He sits the bottle back on the table and lets out a loud burp. Solomon stands up while taking a drag from the Newport. Once he's to his feet, Solomon drops what is left of the cigarette into the empty PBR bottle. He exhales slowly as his face becomes even more serious and cold.)

Solomon Cain: Alex, bring your f**king A game. Bring your dead level best. Sh*t, bring your Maidens for backup, because when you walk to that ring to face me, you might as well be walking into hell to fight the devil. You bring whatever you gotta bring, you just bring Bullet. See, Alex won't be able to walk out of that ring in one piece, but as Bullet it at least gives you a shot at survival.

If hell is empty, I'm going to fill it back up with all the Maidens. Tomorrow night I send Alex straight to hell, and soon your girl Samantha Hamilton will be down there to join you. I was born in the soul of misery, and raised in hell, and now I'm bringing it with me to Mile High. THE OLD SOLOMON CAIN IS BACK BABY! BUT, will the old Alex be back?

(Solomon smirks, and gives an evil grin.)

Solomon Cain: I guess we will find out on Sunday. Let's see who I'll be dropping on their skull and burning out, Bullet... or Alex. At the end of the night, it won't matter for me, because I'm leaving with my hand raised, but for you... it's a matter of survival.

There's no question which Solomon Cain is coming tomorrow. The Lost Chils has always been the same person, I've always been the Devil. I just became the useful devil, when I was taking out the people that everyone hated. To me though, it doesn't matter who the fans love od hate. I'm going to that ring to kick a$s, and all hell's coming with me.

(Fade Out.)