Snakebite vs Solomon Cain

(Solomon walks backstage of the Magnus arena after his match with Ripley, Solomon is headed to his locker room after a short but grueling match. Solomon is drenched in sweat and out of breath, but it is not water his lips crave. Instead, his lips crave a kiss from Scarlet who has came along with him to her first ever wrestling show. She has never been to a professional wrestling event, and has only seen it in passing on television.

Solomon reaches his locker room and opens the door with a very rare smile on his face, but as he opens the door the smile melts away as he sees that Scarlet is not in the locker room. He stands stunned for a moment in the locker room and then runs down the hall to the women’s restroom. There he shouts inside the doorway, “Scarlet, Scarlet are you in there?” he says but receives no response.

Becoming a bit worried, with the numerous possibilities of what could have happened running through his head Solomon begins to become frantic. Solomon runs outside to the back lot and there he sees Scarlet. He stops in his tracks when he sees her as he notices she is smoking a cigarette which is very uncharacteristic of her as she constantly hounds him about quitting.

Solomon stands there looking at her and Scarlet can feel eyes on her. She turns and sees Solomon and just says “don’t”. Solomon wears a look of confusion and he begins to take a few steps towards her slowly as he says “what’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? WHAT’S WRONG!?!” Scarlet screams and then throws the still lit cigarette at him. Solomon freezes in his tracks and simply asks “Scarlet, what is going on?”. “You just set a man on fire. You picked up another human being and threw him through a table on fire. That isn’t normal Solomon, that’s really f*cked up and I think that you are really f*cked up” Scarlet says as she walks farther away from Solomon.

“Scarlet wait” Solomon says as he runs to her. Solomon places his hand on Scarlet’s shoulder and she instantly spins around knocking his hand off and slapping him across the face. Amazingly Solomon not only restrains himself, but doesn’t even say a word to her after the slap, which truly shows how much he cares for her. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” Scarlet screams as she backs away from him. Once Scarlet feels she is a comfortable distance from Solomon she stops backing away. Without following any closer Solomon tries to talk to her.)

Solomon Cain: Scarlet look, the things I do in the ring are the things I have to do. That dude, Ripley…he brought this on himself. He tried to set me on fire last week, he challenged me to this match, I’m just doing what I have to do and defending myself.

Scarlet: Bullsh*t. While I was sitting in there in your locker room waiting on you while you did God knows what do you know what I did? Do you know?

Solomon: What did you do?

Scarlet: I started checking you out, Twitter, YouTube, the Mile High Website. I couldn’t believe what I saw. The things you have said, the things you have done. You clearly aren’t the man I thought you were, you aren’t at all, not even close.

Solomon: Scarlet look, it’s different when I am with you. You make me a better man, when I’m in the zone for wrestling it’s like flipping a switch, I change, I channel my dark side. Yes I admit it, but who I am when I’m wrestling isn’t who I am when I’m with you.

Scarlet: Exactly. What if the wrestling you comes out when your with me? What if I do something to make you mad? What then? Are you going to throw me through a flaming table?

Solomon: I would never…the thought of hurting you would never even cross my mind. Scarlet, I…I…I love you.

Scarlet: I thought I was in love with you, but clearly, I don’t even know you. I don’t know if I can believe that you won’t snap on me, and I don’t think I can be with someone who has done and said the things that you have.

(Scarlet’s phone beeps with an alert, and she pulls it out of her black purse that she has over her should. She looks at the phone and says “I have to go, my Uber is here”. Scarlet turns to walk away and Solomon takes two quick steps towards her and Scarlet spins around with a death stare that stops Solomon in his tracks.)

Solomon: Scarlet, please don’t leave yet. Let me take you home, let’s talk about this.

Scarlet: I can’t Sol. I’ll think about it, and I’ll…I’ll call you in a couple days.

(Scarlet turns and walks to a waiting Prius where she gets in. Solomon stands frozen in shock and sadness, as the Prius pulls off Solomon feels like he can literally feel his heart breaking. The tail lights of the Prius fade into the distance, and Solomon wipes his tear filed eyes with his hand and takes a deep inhale through his nose to clear it. Solomon turns around and starts walking like a man with a purpose back into the Magnus Arena. On the way into the arena a Mile High staff member sees Solomon and says “hey, where are you going”. Solomon doesn’t even slow down as he says “to kick someone’s ass”.)



(Bar Bar, the mother of all dive bars in Denver, Colorado. The place smells like urine, and opens at 7am. Sitting at a table alone in the back is Solomon Cain, who is clearly drunk and should be as he has been there since noon and it is now well after dark. Solomon sits sipping on his Jack and Coke, trying to ignore the punk band who should have stayed in the garage doing a bad Pennywise cover. Solomon can tries to take a drink but only gets about half of the drink into his mouth as the rest of it spills down his beard and drips onto his Johnny Cash t-shirt.

Solomon just shakes his head and takes another drink, this time successfully getting all of it into his mouth. He sits his glass down and pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket. Solomon flips open his text messages and sees that he has no new notifications. He clicks on the name of Scarlet and scrolls through the messages. There are no messages from her since August 2nd, and there is at least two messages sent from Solomon every day.

Not receiving a response has really bothered Solomon, neither his text or his calls have been answered. Solomon sighs as he sits his phone down and takes another drink. Solomon then gets a notification on his phone and pulls up Twitter to see a post from Mile High wrestling about the release of Forge and Roby Jean Mitchell. “Punk a$s b*tch” Solomon says as he closes the app and sits the phone down.

Solomon takes another drink and then pulls a cigarette from the pack of Newport’s that lay on the table that is littered with empty beer bottles and glasses. Solomon places the cigarette into his mouth and pulls out his Zippo. As the flame is about to touch the end of the cigarette Solomon’s phone chimes with a notification. This noise signals a text message. Solomon snaps the Zippo shut without lighting the cigarette and quickly grabs his phone.

Solomon hopes and wishes so badly that it is Scarlet. As he reaches for the phone it seems like it takes an hour to retrieve the Samsung device, but in reality, it is only a couple of seconds. Solomon’s massive hands grabs the phone and his big thumb flips the screen open. He quickly clicks on his text messages and see’s it is indeed not Scarlet, but a group text from a Mile-High crew member he once smoked a blunt with and now the crew member thinks they are actually friends.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATRINA MACK!!!” The text reads, followed by some stupid emojis. “F*cking bullsh*t” Solomon says and then throws his phone on the ground angerly. Solomon then grabs his drink and chugs down the rest of the Jack and Coke. Solomon slams the glass down and then finally lights his Newport. Solomon takes a few puffs and then thinks out loud to himself.)

Solomon Cain: Happy birthday, the f*ck is wrong with people kissing their boss’s a$s like that. No Forge to kick the sh*t out of, what a little pu$sy, running away with his tail tucked between his legs. He knew I’d f*ck his a$s up. Maybe I’ll just show up anyways, maybe I’ll have myself a good time.


(Solomon Cain stands in the Denver Airport, but oddly enough he is not here for a flight, he is here for inspiration. Solomon Cain stands in front of the “Children of the World Dream of Peace” mural by Leo Tanguma. This mural much like most of the art work in the DIA has been at the center of many conspiracy theories.

In this painting children from many cultures come together to destroy swords and daggers that are sheathed in the flags of many nations. In the smaller right panel, a menacing soldier impales a dove with a saber while brandishing a machine gun. Conspiratorial “experts” like Jay Weidner assert that the airport’s murals and capstone prove the existence of a secret government plan for a “New World Order.”

Solomon isn’t a conspiracy theorist, he believes everyone is out for themselves and knows that in the end the government and the man always wins. This does not sit well with Solomon, he has always had a problem with authority and always had a problem with being told what to do. Solomon feels that Robert Mack is trying top control him, and he does not like that.

Solomon’s fingers twitch as he stares at the mural. Solomon really wants a cigarette, but there is not smoking in the Airport. Solomon clinches his fist to stop his fingers from twitching and then runs his hand through his hair which is pulled back in a bun, and follows up by running his hand through his long beard. Solomon then puts his hands into the pockets of his jeans and begins to speak without looking away from the mural.)

Solomon Cain: No one really likes to be told what to do, and no one likes to be told they are not good enough. Robert Mack has been trying to control me since I put ink to paper in Mile High Wrestling, and then he has the damn nerve to tell me that I’m not ready for Skrabz. Honestly, Skrabz isn’t ready for me, sh*t Mile High Wrestling wasn’t ready for me when I signed the contract in the first d@mn place. Mack wants to say I wasn’t first in line, that I wasn’t second in line, and I might have not even been third in line, well just like everyone else in my life you don’t see my true value Mack.

My father didn’t think I was worthy enough to even see. My mother thought her next high was more important than me. My grandfather thought I was a good punching bag, and my grandmother thought I was the reason for my Mom’s drug addiction. So, when some little b*tch who gets led around by his vegan c*nt of a wife says I’m not man enough to be the number one contender that really doesn’t affect me very much. See Mack, you might be my boss, but you damn sure aren’t my master.

You want to release me like you did BJ…I mean RJ Mitchell go head. I’ll follow Forge and her to wherever they go next just so I can kick Forge’s ass. I beat Rock and Roll God so bad he offered me a fat contract in ECWF. So do you really think I need to put up with your bullsh*t and Mile High wrestling’s bullsh*t? No, I don’t, the simple truth is that you and Mile High need Solomon Cain, more than Solomon Cain needs Mile High Wrestling. Sure, before I got TV time here I was fighting in local bars and community centers, but over my short time here and my little shot in ECWF I have made a name for myself. I can go anywhere else and probably make more money there too, but that is what you want isn’t it?

You want people who buck the system to leave. You want complete control and total authority. Well f*ck you and f*ck your authority. I’m not leaving simply because I want to make your life a living hell. I’m going to beat you at Throw Down, and then I’m going to beat Skrabz at Good Time, and then what are you going to do? Are you going to release your world champion? Are you going to fire your biggest star? Are you going to have to change the face of Mile High Wrestling for a third time? Hell, no you aren’t. What you are going to do is grit your teeth and bare it. Try to stop me all you want, but as I proved last Thursday I can knock your goofy a$s out and do it fairly easy. So, go ahead and raid your wife’s make-up and slap on all that powder so you can channel Snakebite, because I don’t give a sh*t if it’s Robert Mack, Snakebite, Skrabz, Katrina Mack, or any one in Mile High Wrestling, you get in my way and I’ll knock you’re a$s out cold.

(Solomon reaches into the inside pocket of his leather vest and pulls out a silver flask. Solomon quickly twist the top off and takes a big swig before closing it up and placing it back into the inside pocket of his vest. Solomon then wipes his mouth off with his wrist.)

Solomon Cain: Snakebite…what the f*ck? Is this for real? So, you are telling me that Robert Mack is such a little b*tch that he has to paint his face up like some hipster clown and call himself something different to step into the ring with me? What a pu$sy. Robert…that’s right I’m calling you Robert, not Snakebite. Robert I showed the world that you are a b*tch when I punked you out at Throw Down.

Robert, you think that by painting your face that you are going to somehow be tough enough to beat me? You really are a stupid motherfu*ker, aren’t you? Face paint isn’t going to help you, because when you wash that paint off underneath you are still the same little b*tch you were before you put it on. Is it like your security blanket or something? I bet you were that weird kid who in kindergarten still carried around his blanket and sucked his thumb weren’t you? Probably wore super hero shirts all the time too, and always had a favorite hero you looked up. Tell me Robert, is Skrabz your hero now?

Do you think Skrabz is the savior of Mile High? Do you have a big poster of him hanging about your bed like some teenage girl? I bet you do don’t you. I bet you have to stare at that poster while you are making love to your wife just to keep it up the whole time. Well Robert you can have your sick fantasies about Skrabz all you want. You can look up to him as your hero and think that he is the savior of Mile High all you want. Because when you step into that ring with me there is nothing anyone can do to save you, including your man Skrabz.

I’m going to beat you at Throw Down Robert. I’m going to pick you up and spike you right on your head and knock you out once again, and then I’m going on to Good Time. At Good Time, well I’m going to have myself a real good time by beating Skrabz and becoming Mile High champion, but that won’t be the best part. The best part for me, the part that really will be a good time is when I’m standing with my hand raised, the Mile High title around my waist and I look down at Skrabz, out cold on his back like a chick you just had a drink from Bill Cosby and then I look over at you and see the fear and disappointment on your face when you realize that I am now your champion, that I am now your main attraction, and that this ugly scared up face is now the face of your company. I’ll not have a good time, I’ll have a great time making your life a living hell.

(Solomon walks away as the camera focuses on the mural and fades out.)