Ripley vs Solomon Cain

　

"I asked you if you have my money, I’m not going to ask again."

(A fourteen-year-old Solomon Main stands beside a dumpster in the back alley behind Murphy’s Video store. You know, a place where people rented video tapes…you know video tapes the things before DVD’s that you watched in a VCR. You know a VCR the thing…you know what never mind. Anyway, there stands Solomon Cain wearing his work shirt, holding a bag of trash. Standing in front of him is a large man known as Sweet Tea, beside Sweet Tea stands two men smaller than Sweet Tea but both older and bigger than Solomon.

Solomon had been given pills to sell on the deal of paying half up front and the second half two weeks later after he had sold them all. Solomon had not come to pay the second half and now Tea was here to collect. Solomon stands quite not saying anything, he knew he owed the money but did not have it. He knew the consequences and now they had come to collect.)

Solomon Cain: I don’t, but if you can just give me until Friday next week I can pay you what I owe you.

Tea: What you owe me, sh*t you already owe me interest now. If you don’t have my money, then where the hell is my merchandise?

Solomon Cain: I don’t have it either.

Tea: Da fu*k? Don’t tell me you snorted all that sh*t up your damn nose.

Solomon Cain: No, my Mom found, and she took it all.

Tea: God d@mn, I should have known better then to give some junkies kid some sh*t.

Solomon Cain: Look man I’m sorry, I just started working here last week, I get my first check next week and I’ll give it all too you. If it had been somebody beside my Mom I would have best, then down and ran those pockets.

Tea: Sh*t your skinny a$$ couldn’t beat anyone up, but you know what I’m going to take your advice. My boys here are going to give you a beating, take whatever you have, and then next week you better have five hundred for me or I’m going to kill you and your junkie a$s momma.

Solomon Cain: Don’t threaten my mom.

Tea: The fu*k you say to me?

Solomon Cain: Don’t threaten my mom, she has nothing to do with this.

Tea: I ain’t got time for this sh*t. You two take care of this little a$s fu*ker.

(The two men with Tea step forward and begin walking slowly towards Solomon, Cain in response takes a few steps back but the alley is fenced off. Cain steps and stands his ground waiting on the two men to get closer. As they get almost a body length away Cain throws the trash bag at one of the men and charges at the second man taking him to the ground with a scooping double leg. Solomon quickly postures up and can fire two hard right hands to the man's face.

As Solomon goes for the third punch the first man grabs Solomon by the arms and pulls him up and back off of the first man. Solomon tries to wrestle himself free, but the first man gets up to his feet before he can. The first man throws a punch to the gut of Solomon, followed by two more and one to the face. He pulls back for the second one, but Solomon lands a kick to the man's crotch. Solomon then throws his head back smashing his skull into the nose of the second man which forces him to release his hold.

Solomon then quickly throws a field goal style kick nailing the first guy in the side of the head. Solomon turns to the second man who is holding his busted nose. Solomon nails the man with two shots sending him to the ground. "Enough of this bullsh*t" Solomon hears. Solomon spins around ad is caught with a big right hook from Sweet Tea. Solomon’s knees buckle, and he staggers backwards landing with his back against the dumpster. He tries to pull himself up but is caught with a second one that knocks him out cold and sends him falling to the ground. Sweat Tea and his two men then take turns kicking and stomping Solomon.)

Two and a half hours later….

Solomon staggers through the door of his mom's apartment, his left eye swollen shut, his lips swollen and the bottom on split open. There are other signs of his beating as well, such as his torn shirt, the slight limp he is walking with, and the dirt that covers his body. Solomon barely makes it through the door before collapsing into a olden wooden chair that sits at their kitchen table. He slumps down in the chair holding his ribs, while wincing in pain from the impact of sitting down.

He looks around for his mother and sees her passed out in a broken-down recliner in their living room. Solomon slowly pulls himself up from the kitchen chair, pain flows through his body as he grits his teeth and grunts in agony as he stands. Once to his feet he slowly shuffles across the kitchen into the connected living room. There he is able to get a better look at his mother and see's that she isn't just sleeping but is passed out completely, and he can also the tourniquet still tied around her arm and a needle hanging from her arm as well.

Solomon lets out a heavy sigh as he squats down slowly, fighting against the pain from his wounds the entire time. He gently pulls the needle from her arm and unties the tourniquet. He places the items on a nearby coffee table as he slowly stands back up. Solomon grabs a small blanket draped across the back of the couch his mom is passed out on and uses the blanket to cover up his mom.

Solomon begins to limp away but stops after just a few short steps. He turns back around and limps back over to his mother. He bends over and places his hand on her neck feeling for a pulse. After finding it a slight smile comes to his face, but that is quickly erased by a look that is a combination of disgust and pity.

Solomon stands and turns again walking away to a bedroom off the living room. He moves through the doorway and to the side. He soon returns to the doorway, now shirtless showing the bruising on his ribs and chest from his beating already and holding a glass bong in his hand. "Good night Mom" Solomon says as he shuts the door and we fade to black.)
　
　
(Solomon stands around the corner of the front door to Fine Line, sunk into a small alley. His eye is no long swollen shut but is still bruised. His lip is no longer swollen either, but the split is scabbed over. Solomon pulls the hood of his black zip up hoodie onto his head to hide his face. It is late in the evening and the sun is starting to set, Solomon uses this to duck into what shadow the alley provides. In his hand is a wooden baseball bat, and he looks as if he is trying to conceal it and hide himself.

We hear the jingling of a bell, indicating the front door to the barber shop has been opened. Looking out onto the sidewalk we see Sweet Tea walking down the sidewalk. Tea is rubbing his freshly cut fade with one hand and digging into his pocket with the other hand for his car keys as he heads for his Cadillac parked on the street. While Tea is distracted Solomon slips from the alley way and swings the bat as hard as he can, bringing it smashing into the side of Sweat Teas knee.

Tea crumbles to the ground, and without hesitation Solomon lifts the bat again and brings it down into the knee of Tea again. Tea lets out a scream of pain as he rolls over to his side looking up to see it is Solomon Cain standing above him. Tea sticks his hands up both to deflect a blow from the bat and to surrender.)

Sweet Tea: WHOA! WHOA! MAN!

Solomon Cain: Stay away from me, stay away from my Mother.

(Solomon lifts the bat to strike Tea again but stops. He brings the bat down to his side and without saying a word turns and begins to walk away down the sidewalk. Tea meanwhile pulls himself up to a sitting position.)

Sweet Tea: I'm going to kill you, but first I'm going to kill your junkie momma. I'm going to make it real slow and painful for her, and I'm going to make you watch.

(Solomon stops in his tracks and turns back around with the look of murder in his eyes. Fear over comes Tea he begins to try to scramble to his car. Tea's hand grabs the handle of the car door, but before he can open it the baseball bat strikes hard into the back of his hand. Tea screams out in pain as he can feel the bones in his hand break.

The commotion and screams of pain from Tea brings everyone from inside the barber shop and surrounding businesses outside. People in the apartments across the stores and across the streets are hanging out of the windows or peeking through the blinds to watch. All the attention strikes fear into the heart of Solomon as Tea is a big deal in the area and a big player in the drug trade of East Cleveland. Solomon's fear then turns to confidence as he sees his actions have frozen the crowd and struck both fear and respect into the crowd. Solomon holds up the bat in the air as he addresses the large crowd.)

Solomon Cain: You see this? This piece of sh*t has put hard times on all of us and all of our families. You all know who he is and what he does. He has this coming, he deserves this and much worse. Today I am putting Sweat Tea out of business.

Sweet Tea: F*ck you, crack....

(Solomon swings the bat around and strikes Tea in the chest as Tea has pulled himself up against the car again. Tea's breath runs out of his body as he gasps in pain. Solomon then throws the bat down and grabs Tea by the shirt and throws him down on his back. Solomon then gets on top of Tea and begins to lay in right hands as we fade to black.)


WHERE IS HE!?! WHERE IS THAT SON OF A B*TCH!?!

(Solomon, still in his gear marches through the backstage area looking for Ripley after he attacked him. People are running around like crazy as Mile High Wrestling's first pay per view is about to go on air. With all the backstage attendees scurrying around Solomon is not able to find Ripley but continues his search kicking in doors and trying to see if he can find someone to point him in the right direction. After looking for several minutes and hearing the opening of the PPV from the backstage area Solomon lets out a thunderous "D@MN IT!".

Solomon heads into his locker room, slamming the door open. He sits down on a folding chair, still sweating and too angry to know what to do with himself. With so much anger and adrenaline pumping through his veins he cannot stay seated and jumps to his feet. He grabs his gear bag and starts to pull a shirt out his gear bag but in a fit of rage lets out a yell and throws his bag.)

Solomon Cain: Ripley, you son of a b*tch. I told the world that my attacking you was nothing personal, that it wasn't about you, it was about the Mile-High Wrestling not giving me the proper respect that I was due. It didn't have to be you, it could have been Forge, it could have been Ricky Stanton, it could have been anyone. The point wasn't to attack you for personal reasons, it was to attack someone to make a statement. You were just a tool to show Mile High Wrestling that I am here and that I am someone to be feared, it was nothing personal.

(Solomon spins around and punches the mirror hung on the wall behind him. The mirror shatters and flies throughout the room. Solomon turns back around and looks at his fist which is now busted open. He holds his fist up and the blood begins to run down his hand and wrist.)

Solomon Cain: WELL YOU'VE MADE IT PERSONAL RIPLEY! You either have a giant set of brass b@lls swinging between your legs, or you are the dumbest mother fu*ker walking planet earth. I'm hedging my bets on the latter of the two. You stuck your nose in my spot light. I was standing victorious out there in the middle of the ring, my hand raised in victor and you attack me from behind like the little b*tch you are. You wanted my attention, you wanted a street fight, well like the old saying goes be careful what you wish for. You've got it pal, you've got my attention and you've got your street fight. If the people of Mile High wrestling weren't looking at me after that match with Rock and Roll God, they d@mn sure will be looking at me after our match.

I'm going to make you bleed Ripley. I'm going to bust your skull open, grab your flesh and rip it apart. I'm going to paint Denver red with your blood. You look at me and see some trash bag punk guy, well you don't know about me. I'm from the streets, born and raised. The streets were my home, my mother, and my father. I grew up fighting for everything that I've ever had, I've earned everything that I've ever had. You're soft a$$ even admits that you got into wrestling because you were in the right place at the right time. Well come Wednesday night you're going to find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I'm not just going to go out there and beat you. I'm not going to pin you as quick as I can. I'm not looking to drop you on your skull with the Burnout. Oh no, I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to have fun and I'm going to enjoy every minute of what I do to you. I'm going to pick you apart piece by piece. I'm going to make sure that I hurt every part of body, and that you never forget about the night you stepped into the ring with me and the night that we took it to the streets.

(Solomon holds his fist up closer to his face. Blood now rolls down his forearm and drips off his elbow.)
Solomon Cain: The blood dripping down will soon be yours Ripley. You want to interrupt my moment and try to make it yours, well go ahead and try to grab your fifteen minutes of fame because come Wednesday night you are going to be in for a night of living hell. You really have no clue what you have asked for and you have no clue what you are walking into. I'm going to eat you for breakfast, sh*t you for lunch, and eat the leftovers for dinner. And while you are in this living hell, laying in a pool of your own blood, just remember it is all YOUR FAULT! You asked for a street fight with a man birthed and raised by the streets. You don't fight a dog in his own yard, any fool knows that but that is exactly what you have done. I look forward to this Ripley, I look forward to taking this to the streets, I look forward to us playing the pain game.

(Fade out.)