Solomon Cain vs Joseph Hunter

　


　

(Solomon Cain stands at the sink in the bathroom of his locker room. His body is still covered with blood and sweat from the biggest match in Mile High Wrestling television history that he came out victorious on, and the vile sneak attack from Samantha Hamiliton’s submissive Joseph Hunter that followed.

Hot water runs from the sink as Solomon holds a rag under the water getting it wet and then wrings it out before touching the wet cloth to his eye brow that was busted open by the boney knuckles of Joseph Hunter's baby hands. Solomon wipes away the now dried blood and leans closer to the mirror to get a better look at the gash. Solomon pushes it closed with his index finger and then lets it fall open. The cut is deep enough that it may require a few stitches but is nothing Solomon Cain hasn't experienced before.

There is a knock at Solomon's locker room door, that causes Solomon to raise his none busted eyebrow in suspension. He knows that it isn't Joseph Hunter, as when Solomon came too he went hunting for Hunter, but he was nowhere to be found. Solomon is annoyed by the visitor as he just wants to clean the blood off himself, get a beer, get some food, and get home.

Solomon drops the rag in the sink, and blood begins to trickle up and out of the cut but only slightly now.

Solomon swings open the door with his left hand, and clinches his right hand in a fist, ready to fight as he has been fighting all night and made a bunch of enemies. To Solomon's surprise it is Sheriff Bohannan standing at his door. Bohannan is dressed like he just walked off the set of Longmire and carries himself with a swagger as if he were Wyatt Earp reincarnated.

Solomon notices Bohannan staring at his fist, and Solomon unclenches it. Without saying a word Solomon turns, leaving the door open and goes back to a wooden bench in his locker room where he takes a seat. Solomon then flips open a small cooler which is filled with beer and takes a bottle of PBR out.

Bohannan moves into the room, shutting the door behind him. "Want one?" Solomon asks the Sheriff as he twist the top off the bottle. "No thanks, here on official duty" Bohannan replies. "Of course, you are" Solomon says as he tosses the cap in the general direction of a trash can, not caring if it made it in or not.

Bohannan rests his hands on his hips, leaning back a bit and looking at Solomon, studying him. Bohannan rubs his chin, which is covered in salt and pepper stubble, and begins speaking slowly, as he is on edge not being able to get a clear read on Solomon.)

Sheriff Bohannan: So, that little chat we had at your cabin the other day. Well, I'm going to need you to come down to the station and get that officially on the record.

Solomon: You kidding me with this sh*t? I just had a nearly thirty-minute match, and then get jumped and busted open afterwards and you want me to come down to the station.

Sheriff Bohannan: Yeah....that's what I'm saying. We have to get your official statement and get this on file, she's been missing for over a month now.

(Solomon shoots the Sheriff an angry look and takes a slow drink.)

Solomon: Then maybe instead of harassing me you should be out looking for her.

Sheriff Bohannan: There's a little bit more to it than the Sheriff department just walking around town, and walking through the woods looking for someone. We have investigation work to do, and honestly at this point the missing persons case could easily turn into a homicide case.

(Solomon doesn't say a word and takes another drink.)

　
Sheriff Bohannan: So, part of the police work is to get official statements. Since you are one of the two people to see her last we need your official statement.

Solomon: Ok, I'll come down first thing tomorrow morning.

Sheriff Bohannan: Actually, I'm going to need you to come with me tonight.

(Solomon stands up to his feet quickly, this causes Bohannan to take a step back. Solomon begins to step forward but stops as he sees Bohannan's hand move to his gun he carries on his hip. Solomon sighs, and takes a step back and takes another drink.)

Solomon: Look man, I'm beat up, I've got a gash on my face, a knot on my head, I'm covered in sweat and blood and it's after ten. I just want to finish my beer, get a shower, get a burger, and get some sleep.

Sheriff Bohannan: Sorry, but this can't wait.

(Solomon once again doesn't say anything but gives an angry look as he takes another drink of his beer.)

Sheriff Bohannan, is an old school law man who came up in the 80's and remembers busting heads when people disrespected him or the badge. He hates this new kinder, softer policing and wants to smack Solomon for his disrespect. Bohannan also knows he is old though, and that Solomon would mop the floor with him and the only chance he would stand is to pull his weapon.

Bohannan takes a few steps forward and rests his hands on his hips but holds his hand in a way that he can draw his gun quickly if he needs to.)

Sheriff Bohannan: I notice you didn't have a problem fighting those two girls tonight. Didn't have a problem punching them, didn't have a problem kicking them, didn't have a problem kneeing them in the face, sh*t you didn't even have a problem slamming them on their heads. That a normal thing for you?

("If you get in the ring you are fair game" Solomon responds, not even looking up from his bottle.)

Sheriff Bohannan: What about outside of the ring? You ever do stuff like that?

(Solomon stands up, angered by the question. Solomon chugs down the rest of the beer and sits the bottle down on the bench.)
Solomon: I took care of my mother growing up. I looked after her, she didn't raise me. I loved her, even though she never loved me. I loved...I still loved Scarlett. So, no...f*ck no I don't beat up women outside of the wrestling ring.

You want my f*cking statement tonight then you better arrest me, and book be, otherwise I'll be at the station in the morning.

(Solomon turns and begins walking to the shower.)

Sheriff Bohannan: Fair enough. Don't make me come looking for you tomorrow morning though.

(Solomon stops in the doorway of the bathroom and speaks without even looking back.)

Solomon: If you have to come looking for me tomorrow, it's not going to end well for me, or for you.

(Solomon then continues into the shower as the screen fades out.)

　


(Darkness fills the scene, nothing but pitch-black darkness. Solomon Cain's voice cuts through the dark like a knife through hot butter.)

Solomon Cain: Funny...Joseph Hunter gets mad because I call him a b*tch and gets upset when I question his manhood. Then Joseph turns around and proves my point for me by doing the most unmanly, b*tch thing someone can do...jumping someone.

　

I told you that when I saw you it was on, and what did I do. I walked into Magnus Arena, I saw you back stage and I squared up and threw these hands. What'd you do? Well you called some girls for back up in your match with Skrabz. Calling for back up...especially calling for back up from your group of girlfriends...total b*tch move. Then after Skrabz dropped you for a second time, even with your help...you still weren't done.

So, what do you do? Continue to act like a b*tch of course. You wait until I win the biggest match in the history of Mile High television. You wait until I'm exhausted. You wait until I single handedly best your girl, her master, and her supplier and then you sneak like a snake in the grass and hit me with a chair. You blind side me, you cheap shot me, you jump me, you prove my point about you being a b*tch.

*Click*

(Solomon pulls the cord on a light and is standing under a soft white light bulb. Solomon is wearing a black beanie over his long hair but pulls it off exposing his face. The gash over his eye brow has a few strands of stitching sticking out of it. there is a knot on the left side of his head from Joseph's fist, and there is a smile on his face.)

It's been a long time since I've smiled, but boy am I smiling thinking about what I'm going to do to you. I'm more than happy, I'm down right excited. Oh man, the things I have in mind for you Joseph. I mean I can hardly even contain myself thinking about it.

(Solomon begins bouncing from side to side, like a boxer or MMA fighter warming up. Solomon even throws some rapid-fire body blows and a few combinations.)

Joseph, you smooth chested, never hit puberty, b*tch boy, submissive I am going to have fun with you. I can tell you right now, well I'm going to tell more than just you, I'm telling all of Mile High Wrestling right now. After Thursday Night you will never be allowed to call Joseph Hunter Samantha Hamiliton's b*tch again, because Thursday Night I am going to make you MY B*TCH JOSEPH!

To make it even better they made it a street fight. Sh*t I thought the best gift I got this month was my rematch with Skrabz, but this...this is right up there with it. Hunter, your computer nerd a$s has no idea what is in store for you. You, frosted tip hair motherf*cker, you wouldn't have lasted five minutes in the streets where I grew up and you sure as sh*t aren't going to last five minutes in the ring with me on Thursday.

Obviously being Samantha Hamilton's submissive you are into a little bit of pain. Well I hope you don't show up wearing a gimp suit for our match, because it's not going to be that kind of pain. I'm not going to paddle you or lightly choke you, and there d@mn sure isn't going to be a safe word. Oh, no... not at all. I am going to beat you until my knuckles crack open and bleed, and I am going to choke you until you turn blue and your eyes roll back in your head.

(Solomon holds his hands up together in front of his face and starts rubbing his palms together. Suddenly, Solomon claps and the single white light becomes several hanging white light bulbs that illuminate the entire room. The room looks like something out of a movie, a bit of a pleasure dungeon if you will. There are whips and chains hanging from the wall, leather and latex full body suits, ball gags, paddles, and all sorts of tools of depravity.

Solomon slowly turns in a circle taking in the entire room. After completing the circle Solomon shakes his head in amazement at the room. Solomon walks over to an adult sized pleasure swing and looks at it as if studying it for a moment. He shakes his head in both confusion and disgust as he pulls a pack of Newport's from his vest.

Solomon lights his cigarette and takes a few puffs as he places his lighter and pack back into his inside pocket. Solomon removes the Newport from his mouth and exhales slowly.)

This room probably looks like paradise to you, doesn't it Joseph? Well you better get all your latex suit, ball gag wearing, whips and chains fun in before Thursday, because when I am done kicking your a$s you are going to be laid up in the hospital and unable to get on all fours and lick Samantha's giant heel boots. You know...speaking of Samantha, she was a lot better looking up close, maybe after I beat your a$s I'll take her back to my cabin and show her what a real man is.

I know it must be hard for Samantha to never truly be satisfied, to have never really known what it is like to be with a man. I mean, how long has she been stuck with Joseph Hunter's computer nerd, b*tch boy a$s? I know it's because Samantha is just too sweet to break Joseph's heart, and that Joseph is such a b*tch he'd probably pull some high school girl stuff and call her on the phone and just play a song on repeat over and over again. Joseph would probably write her letters and send her eatable arraignments or some other pu$sy b*tch stuff.

Don't worry Samantha, I'll take care of it for you. I'll break Joseph's heart, along with his jaw, his orbital bone, his back, and his spirit. I'll make sure he gets the picture loud and clear that he isn't a man, and that he isn't the "rookie of the year" he so desperately wants to be. Frankly Joseph, you aren't sh*t. You made the mistake of pissing me off, and then to make matters worse you went and attacked me from behind and busted me open.

(Solomon takes a few more drags from his cigarette, and then drops it on the wooden floor and snuffs it out.)

Let's get this straight right here and right now. I don't really care what kind of kinky sh*t you and Samantha are into, and I just say this stuff to piss the both of you off, because it is funny to me and I like to get under your skin. Like I said before, it throws people off their game when they are mad. Look at how clouded Samantha's head was going into the match and look at how clouded it was after I spiked her with the Burnout.

I called you out for one reason and one reason only Joseph, and that is because you think you are tough. You think being a "Chrome Dragon" makes you a bada$s, well you aren't, and I am going to show you what bada$s is on Thursday night.

I called you a b*tch because that is exactly what I see you as. You are a follower, you followed Forge and the other Chrome Dragons around, like a mindless drone and you follow Samantha Hamilton around like a puppy. You even make those sad dog eyes and whine like a baby when she is away. You make me sick Joseph. If I had a son and he grew up and acted just like you, I would feel like a failure as a father.

I call you a b*tch and you deny the claim, well good for you. You can deny it all you want, but actions speak louder than words. Does a man sneak attack someone with a chair right after the fight of their lives? F*CK NO! A man squares up and goes toe to toe, head to head, and blow to blow with someone. You aren't a man though are you Joseph? Nope, that's right you are a little b*tch and I am going to expose you to the world on Thursday and show everyone just how weak and pathetic you really are.

(Solomon walks over to a mannequin that is covered in a latex suit, with a zipper over the mouth that is zipped shut. Solomon look at it for a moment and shakes his head saying under his breath to himself "Jesus people are weird".)

Joseph, I secured my spot for the main event of Sin City Spectacular, and I will be facing Skrabz for a second time, and for my second shot at the Mile-High Championship. I shouldn't even be concerning myself with you...but I am. You've pissed me off Joseph, but not in the same way that I have pissed you off. You are mad like a bull gets mad, wanting to charge head first at a matador. Just like that matador though, I will side step the overly angry attacker and stick him with a death blow. I though, am mad like someone who has a gnat buzzing in their ear, it isn't anything major, but it is annoying and sometimes you just have to smack that gnat and crush it.

That is what you are Joseph, an annoying little gnat. I will crush you and move on with my life to bigger and better things. You though...you will be left beaten and broken and continue your losing streak. Oh yeah, that is right a losing streak. You came into Mile High thinking you were the next big thing and got a few wins, only beating one person of note in Tyke Index. Then you get with the big dogs and we find out you are a neutered little b*tch. Lose to Bullet, lose to Skrabz, and next up on the greatest hits of Joseph Hunter is a loss to Solomon Cain.

Your woman won't be there to protect you or fight for you. You are going to have to man up...which I'm sure is going to be hard for you. But, you are going to have to man up and fight me like a man. You have no chance of winning, I'll say that right now, the only chance you have is to try and make yourself look good. You can try to earn some respect from the Mile-High locker room and try to earn from respect from every red-blooded male that watches wrestling. Fight me like a man, square up with me and throw them hands, don't attack me from the back like a little b*tch.

Earn some respect, earn you stripes, square up and man up. You say you aren't a b*tch, well prove it. Show me, show the world that you are what your woman says you are and fight me like a man. We are taking it to the streets, and if you don't man the f*ck up than you have no chance of survival either.

Take the ball gag out of your mouth, take that gimp suit off, leave the whips and chains at home and come correct. Before you do though, button up your personal affairs and make sure you sign up for dental insurance, because I'm going to knock your f*cking your teeth down your throat, you hairless b*tch.

(Solomon punches the mannequin, knocking the head off it as the camera fades out.)