***OOC/WARNING - This RP glorifies suicide. I tried to bring some attention to the staggering numbers of suicide in the U.S. in this RP. Please do not think of suicide in a glorious manor. If you or anyone you know have thought or are thinking about hurting yourself or suicide please call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 800-273-8255. ***
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
Denver Meadows, R.V. Park
Lot #7
Denver, CO
June 11th, 2019
Off Air
(Skrabz went for the Mic Check again, but Solomon pushed Skrabz away. Solomon ran at him with another flying knee attack, but Skrabz sidestepped.
Both superstars turned into each other and Skrabz caught Solomon Cain in the Snare Clap!!!)
“F**k me”
(A television screen is shown, paused on the scene of Skrabz making the pin on Solomon Cain. The video is rewound.
Skrabz went for the Mic Check again, but Solomon pushed Skrabz away. Solomon ran at him with another flying knee attack, but Skrabz sidestepped.
Both superstars turned into each other and Skrabz caught Solomon Cain in the Snare Clap!!!)
“How, the f**k?”
(Skrabz went for the Mic Check again, but Solomon pushed Skrabz away. Solomon ran at him with another flying knee attack, but Skrabz sidestepped.
Both superstars turned into each other and Skrabz caught Solomon Cain in the Snare Clap!!!)
“GOD D@MN IT!”
Skrabz went for the Mic Check again, but Solomon pushed Skrabz away. Solomon ran at him with another flying knee attack, but Skrabz sidestepped.
Both superstars turned into each other and Skrabz caught Solomon Cain in the Snare Clap!!!)
“F**K!”
(Skrabz went for the Mic Check again, but Solomon pushed Skrabz away. Solomon ran at him with another flying knee attack, but Skrabz sidestepped.
Both superstars turned into each other and Skrabz caught Solomon Cain in the Snare Clap!!!)
“F**K!”
(Skrabz went for the Mic Check again, but Solomon pushed Skrabz away. Solomon ran at him with another flying knee attack, but Skrabz sidestepped.
Both superstars turned into each other and Skrabz caught Solomon Cain in the Snare Clap!!!)
“MOTHERF**KER!”
(The video screen once again is paused on the scene of Skrabz pinning Solomon Cain. This time though it is not rewound, but instead a empty botte of Southen Comfort smashes into the screen. The television is mounted onto the wall of the RV so it has no where to fall and the full impact is felt on the screen and cracks it. The image remains but is cracked and flickering through the broken screen, and the bottle flaws to the dirty carpeted floor.
The scene pans around the show Solomon Cain sitting on a small couch, it is unclear which is dirtier the couch or Cain himself. Cain is unclean and unkempt, and appears to have forgone any hygiene care since his loss to Skrabz. Solomon sits with a Newport hanging from his mouth that appears to be half ash. He is shirtless, with his hair and beard tangled from being unwashed and unbrushed.
At Solomon’s feet sits a collection of empty beer cans, empty liquor bottles, and empty cigarette packs. The empty containers are all covered with drops of blood, and as you focus more on Solomon’s torso an arms you can see the source of the drops.
Solomon’s body and arms are covered with small cuts, and on the arm of the couch lays a small razor blade. The edge is covered with blood, the obvious source of the cuts. Solomon picks the blade up and puts it to his forearm, but stops as he stares at the now broken TV.”
“F**k it”
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
Colorado Mental Health Institute
Denver, CO
June 26st, 2019
Off Air
(After what was perceived as an on-air suicide attempt Solomon was held for a 48hour observation at a mental health facility, as required under Colorado state law. Solomon is ready to go but has to undergo one last meeting with a psychologist before he can be released.
Solomon sits in a small office, dressed in an all-white jumpsuit, Solomon is used to the all-orange jumpsuits, not the white ones. The office is very clean and tidy, and quite plane. Solomon sits on a badge couch across from a middle-aged blonde woman who appears to take herself too seriously and to be wound tighter than the bun she has her hair in.
Her name is Dr. Connors, she does not like or understand professional wrestling, and she also does not like or understand Solomon Cain. So far Cain has passed all of his test and she is the last obstacle standing in his way of freedom.)
Dr. Connors: So, Mr. Cain do you have a desire to hurt yourself?
(Solomon smiles, and actually looks a bit handsome now that he is cleaned up.)
Solomon Cain: Dr. Connors, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I have no desire to hurt myself at all.
Dr. Connors: What about others? Do you intend to hurt any other people?
(Solomon holds back and evil grin, but slides forward on the couch and leans forward resting his forearms on his knees. He pauses for a moment, starring at the doctor.)
Solomon Cain: Doctor…hurting someone else, well it’s sort of what I do for a living.
(Dr. Connors looks annoyed. She knows Solomon is a wrestler, she knows he fights for a living, and she know that he is bullsh*tting her, but she cannot prove it.)
Dr. Connors: I mean outside of the normal realm of your…sport. Do you plan to maliciously hurt someone else beyond the scope of the rules set for your sport?
Solomon Cain: I’ll only do whatever it takes to win. This little stay here has refreshed me and helped me look at life in a new light. I do not desire to hurt myself at all, and to only do what I have to do to win in my sport.
(Solomon smiles at Dr. Connors with a cocky smile, he knows that Connors doesn’t believe him, but he knows he is answering the questions they way they need t be answered. Dr. Connors looks at Solomon with a look of unhappiness as Solomon smiles, and then looks at the tape recorder on the table and then up to the security camera in the corner.
Solomon lets out a sigh of relief and then sits back and leans into the couch.)
Solomon Cain: So doc, any more questions?
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liars chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
Shaw High School
East Cleveland, OH
July, 17th 2019
On Camera
(The moonlight shines through the small windows near the ceiling of the hallway. The moonlight that slips in and the exit signs are the only sources of light in the dim hall. School is out for the summer, so no one has been in these halls for weeks, except for a single Janitor that only comes a few days a week. The sound of boots clanging off the tile floor is heard, as well as the sound of a hand rubbing down the doors of the lockers that line the hallway.
Solomon Cain is seen walking down the hallway, his massive frame silhouetted by the moonlight. Solomon stops in the dark distance, the camera is unable to recognize his face but his body is unmistakable as is his voice.)
Solomon Cain: So many memories here in this school...and not a single one of them are good. I guess that is easy to say when you have very few good memories in your life at all. I thought I was going to finally find peace from all those bad memories and from this wretched life...but no. Someone had to take that all away, someone had to come like a thief in the night and steal my chance at peace. That same person accidentally left something though, when they came to rob me. They broke in thinking they were stealing my joy, but what they really did was leave behind a reason to go on.
For that....
For that, I must say thank you....
Thank you Tyke Index.
Thank you for giving me something to fight for. Thank you for giving me something to look forward too. Thank you for giving me a reason to live. Thank you for sending me back to the old me.
That chair shot did more than split my skull open, it snapped me back to reality. It brought me out of the fog and made me realize that the only person who truly gives a sh*t about me... is me. It's not those fans, it's not Robert Mack, it's not the people who voted for me over Skrabz in some bullsh*t poll. It's me, and only me that gives a f**k about Solomon Cain. There I was in some funk, thinking I let everyone down. Thinking I was a failure who couldn't win the big one, just like my old man. In reality though, I'm still a f**king force to be reckoned with in this sport.
Two times, two f**king times I have lost a match. That isn't just in Mile High, that is anywhere I have been, and both those L's came to Skrabz. That is a point I d@mn well intend to fix, but this isn't about Skrabz and I, it's about you and me Tyke. It's about how you're starved for attention, about how back in that sh*thole HCW you were a star and now that you are in Mile High you can't climb to the top so you are doing anything you can to stay realivent. Well, Tyke this isn't HCW, and I ain't the one to try and make a name off of.
(Solomon moves further down the hallway, his hands no long rubbing the locker, but instead on his vest. The flash of a flame from a lighter sparks for a moment, slightly revealing Solomon's face, but quickly disappears and is replaced by the glowing ember of a cigarette. Solomon stops walking, he is closer to the camera now, but his face is still out of view.)
Solomon Cain: Tyke you've been on my nuts since I challenged Skrabz for a match at Good Time. I guess you heard Samantha Hamilton talking about how big a hammer I be swinging and you thought to yourself that you just had to get a piece of that. What a surprise, another homo in the Mile High locker room, I thought the Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons had the market cornered on that, but I guess you are about that taking a push to get a push life.
(Solomon, scafs sarcastically and shakes his head before taking a drag from his Newport and exhaling slowly.)
Solomon Cain: Na, Tyke I know you aren't after this dick, I mean you didn't even put a rainbow around your avatar for pride month like those other idiots. Na, I know what is, I know you wanted my attention because you wanted the attention that comes along with Solomon Cain. Funny, I spent my whole life in obscurity, l lived completely as an outcast and then I step into a ring and start dropping bodies, and being the only one around who truly doesn't give a f**k and I become the most talked about man in Mile High. All the while all you wanted was for somebody to talk about you again.
Like I said earlier, you came from HCW with a lot of hype. You were the man round there, but you came to Mile High and you found out no one really have a sh*t about you in the grand scheme of things. You couldn't handle that could you? You couldn't handle the fact that Tyke Index wasn't the most talked about guy anymore. So, you set your sites on the man that was, and that man just so happened to be me. You started as a fan boy, and it turned a little obsessive, but I didn't have time to pay you any attention, I had bigger and better things to do. You never gave up though, always wanting to hang out and be friends or some bullsh*t, but I just kept ignoring you. You longed for my attention, you begged for it, you craved it, you wished for it, you hoped and prayed for it. Well Tyke, be careful what you wish for.
(Solomon takes the last drag of his Newport and drops it on the tile floor. He doesn't bother snuffing it out and takes a few steps forward so his face is finally in view of the camera. His eyes are dead, like that of a Shark or another apex predatory animal. His face wears a mask of anger, and the tone of his voice carries rage.)
Solomon Cain: You wanted my attention Tyke? WELL, YOU F**KING GOT IT!
You got my full attention, you have my full rage and at Rise Again you are going to get every f**king part of me. I'm not coming just to give though, oh no, I'm going to be doing plenty of taking. I'm going to take your blood, sweet, and tears, and your Phoneix championship...but that's not all. I'm going to take a piece of you Tyke, I'm going to change the chemical balance of your brain forever. The Tyke Index that people know on July twenty, won't be the same Tyke Index that they know on July twenty second. The lack of oxygen your brain will receive is going to be enough to leave you legally brain damaged, but the PTSD you will be left with from what I am going to do to you will leave you even more mentally scared.
(Solomon moves past the camera and continues down the hallway and the camera pans around and begins following him.)
Solomon Cain: Did you know in America suicide is the tenth leading cause of death? Over forty seven thousand people committed suicide in 2017 alone, and there were over a million suicide attempts as well that year. But, you aren't American, so why should you give a sh*t right? Well, Tyke it doesn't matter where you popped out of your Mom's rotten cooter at, because Colorado is going to be your final resting place if I get my way at Rise Again.
Just remember though Tyke, you brought this on yourself. Yeah sure, at Mile High Spectacular you caught a little a$s whipping at the hands of the Lost Child.
(Solomon stops walking at a pair of double doors. He turns around to face the camera, the light shining in from the door revealing even more of him than before.)
Solomon Cain: But that wasn't anything personal. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was honestly blinded by rage and would have taken that rage out on anyone. I guess it just so happened to be your dumb luck that you were the one who caught that a$s whooping. At Rise Again though, I won't be just dumb luck and I won't be blinded by rage... I'll be fueled by it.
See, all you had to do was just leave it alone, just forget about it, but you just couldn't do that could you? You finally got a bit of my attention and just like Samantha Hamilton and my dick, you just had to have more. I was going to leave it all alone Tyke, I was going to leave this whole world alone and take my leave of this festering hell hole we all call Earth. You had to take that peace from me though, didn't you? You had to take that moment when once again all eyes were on me and make it about you, didn't you? Ok, you've got my attention now. Question is, are you sure you want it?
You've seen what I did to Ripley, I beat him into obscurity. Forge tried barking like a big dog, but when it came time to walk the walk, he tucked his tail and ran like a b*tch. Joseph grew a set of balls for five seconds and I neutered him. I went to war with you, Sam Hamilton, and Bullet and I was the one left standing. Now it is your head and your head alone that is on the chopping block...or I should say your neck and your neck alone that is on the line.
(Solomon turns back to the double doors and shoves them both open. He steps forward and the camera follows in. Solomon has made his way into the gymnasium. The gym is more well lit than the rest of the school, because of the large windows allowing a combination of moonlight and streetlights to bleed into the darkness. Solomon walks slowly to the middle of the basketball court, where he stops. He is silent for a moment, looking into the distance. He begins to speak again, but not while looking at the camera, looking into the distance.)
Solomon Cain: Tyke, do you know why I'm here? Why I'm standing in a spot I haven't stood in almost fourteen years? Why I'm standing in a place that I wanted to get out of so bad that I dropped out of? It's to teach you what it truly is to have darkness inside of you. You just play the part Tyke. You are just a clown, on stage wearing make up, singing and dancing. You think that if you act crazy people will talk about you. "Did you hear what Tyke said on Coke Mountain?", "Did you see what Tyke did at Mile High?", "Did you hear about Tyke stalking that girl?". The truth is though you aren't crazy, you are just an attention whore.
Call it mind games, blame it on your powder problem, call it whatever the f**k you want. I know you aren't as crazy as you say, I know you aren't as fearless as you say, and I know when push comes to shove that you aren't willing to go to the lengths for victory that I am willing to go.
(Solomon turns to a profile stance and twist his head around to look at the camera. "This is why we are here" Solomon says and points his hand to the basketball hoop, where hanging from the metal beams that support the hoop is a noose. Solomon turns to face the noose that hangs from the bars, his back once again to the camera.)
Solomon Cain: Kristen Counts... that is why we are here. That girl was as brave as she was beautiful. We had the same circle of friends, she was a free spirit, and she liked to party. During our junior year...my last year of school, she was at a big party thrown by the "popular" kids, she was invited because she could get the best coke in our school. At the party the guys on the basketball team gang raped her...she...she.
(Solomons voice begins to crack and break. His head drops, and he falls silent. After a moment he raises his head up while inhaling deeply. He turns around to face the camera, his eyes glisten from the tears he holds back.)
Solomon Cain: She tried to report them, but the boys parents were connected, their parents were rich and powerful. The boys were star athletes. And her? She was just some dope dealers kid who everyone looked at as trash. Trash who could be used up and easily disguarded. So.... So, she made a statement
A statement that wouldn't be able to be quited or swept under the rug. The night before the big divisional basketball game she snuck into the gym and she hung herself right there. She took her own life as the statement, and it was too powerful to be ignored. People had heard the rumors and the whispers, and when her body was found hanging there...everyone knew they were true.
(A single tear begins to roll down Solomons cheek, and he turns quickly away from the camera. He stares at the noose as it dangles in the same spot it did nearly 14 years ago with Kristen's body attached to it.)
Solomon Cain: She was consumed by her demons, consumed by the darkness. I know that darkness, and I know what it is to be consumed by it. Many people claim to know that darkness, but few truly do. You claim to know this darkness Tyke, but I know you are a phony. At Rise Again I will expose you to the world for the phony you are. The world will watch as the crazy, mad man Tyke Index is turned into a snovelling little b*tch, and hung up to dry. You've made it this far with the crazy act, but Rise Again will be the curtain call on that act when my darkness consumes you.
(Solomon grows quite for another moment, obviously starring at the noose.)
Solomon Cain: People like to look at suicide as a cowardly or selfish act. They say "it's taking the easy way out", or "how could you do that to the people you leave behind?". Frankly, I think the people who say things like that are the cowards. Suicide is the bravest thing someone can do. Think about it, everyone's...EVERYONE'S biggest fear is death, and when you commit suicide you are not only facing that fear head on, you look it in the eye and say "I ain't your b*tch" and then you charge head on into death. THAT...is true bravery.
You wouldn't know anything about bravery though, would you Tyke? You know about being a cowardly little b*tch and sneak attacking people. You slithered through the crowd, like a snake in the grass and attacked me from behind. What a little b*tch you are. Now, before you try to talk about me attacking you from behind, let me just clarify that was a calculated attack... that was revenge.
I tried to face the ultimate fear, I tried to commit the bravest act, and you...you took that away from me. You took away my chance to find peace, you took away my chance to go out the bravest way possible...you took away my choice.
(Solomon walks to the noose that hangs under the basketball hoop. Solomon looks at the rope for a moment and then reaches his hand up to hold the noose, and turns to look at the camera. He pulls the rope down to face level and begins looking at it while he speaks.)
Solomon Cain: It's ok though Tyke. It's ok, because you gave me so much, and I'm going to take even more. I'm going to take that Phoenix championship, I'm going to take revenge from you, I'm going to take your blood, and I'm going to take that pound of flesh that you owe. In short Tyke... I'm going to take everything from you.
You love the attention that comes with your spot on the card, you love the attention that fighting me brings you, and you love the attention that Phoenix championship now brings you. I'm going to take all of that. Taking the championship when I win is a given, but taking away your spotlight is even more detrimental to the life of Tyke Index. Just like I beat Ripley into obscurity, and just like I ran Forge out of Mile High, when I am done beating Tyke Index beyond recognition no one is going to give a f**k about him. No one will give a f**k about your two week reign as Phoenix champion, no one will give a f**k about your podcast, no one will give a f**k about your phoney a$a crazy man act, in short... no one will give a f**k about Tyke Index. You will be left in the darkness with no spotlight to brighten your days. And that darkness... well it will consume you and Rise Again may not be the last time people see Tyke Index swinging from a rope.
You will fade into the darkness. You will fade into obscurity, and I know that is your biggest fear. The only thing anyone will remember about Tyke Index is that he is the man that Solomon Cain defeated for the Phonix championship, and that he is the man that Solomon Cain left swinging by the neck in the middle of the Magness arena. That will be the legacy of Tyke Index, that is how he will always be remembered...as the man that Solomon Cain hung from the middle of the Magness Arena.
(With a hard yank, Solomon pulls the rope from the bars of the hoop. Solomon slowly bundles the rope up, twisting it around his hand and elbow. Once he is finished Solomons holds the rope in his hand, allowing the noose to dangle down.)
Solomon Cain: Tyke, you and I have both done a lot of talking, but the time for talking is over. You love to talk, and talk, and talk, but I'm going to finally shut you up. I'm going to make sure this noose is good and tight around your throat, so that way when your are swinging from the rafters it does perminate damage to your voice box and we never have to hear your b*tch a$s voice again. I guess you'll have to learn sign language and turn Coke Mountain into a vlog instead of a podcast. Then again, I plan on running you out of Mile High and out of the sport for good when I'm finished with you at Rise Again.
If you, and Rob, and a anyone else thinks what I did to you at episode nineteen was too much...I'm going to melt all your f**king minds at Rise Again. Tyke you won't be the only one with PTSD from this match, it is going to give little kids... hell it is going to give grown a$s men nightmares watching what I do to you. Five, ten, twenty years from now, when you wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweet, it is MY NAME you will be screaming. When you close your eyes at night, but you just can't sleep because of anxiety and fear, it is MY FACE you will see. When you are too afraid to sleep without a night light because of the boogy man, I WILL BE THAT BOOHYMAN! When you are fifty years old and spending thousands of dollars a month on physiatrist bills... it will be because the memory of Solomon Cain still haunts you, and Tyke it will haunt you until the end of your days.
This match...this fight...this war, we are about to have at Rise Again will stay with both mentally and physically for the rest of your days. Tyke Index and Solomon Cain will forever be entwined. For you Tyke, July twenty first, Rise Again... for you it will be your D-Day, your Hamburger Hill, your Heartbreak Ridge, your 9/11, your Fallujah, your Bengazi...the day you remember in infamy...the day that changes your life forever. Me... well for me, it will just be remembered as the day I blacked out the spotlight of Tyke Index that he so greatly craved and became the Mile High Wrestling Phoniex champion while doing it.
Tyke, you've asked and you have begged for us to hang...well we hung at epidsode nineteen, and July twenty first we hang for the last time. I will be hanging out in the bar celebrating and you will be hanging from your neck until your feet stop twitching and your eyes roll back in your head. You asked to hang Tyke, and now you will. But, this isn't some wild west movie where you will escape your lynching at the last minute, this is real life and this is the real world. It is survival of the fittest and you will not survive... you will be consumed by the darkness, you will be consumed by the Lost Child, and you will be forever lost in the darkness.
(Solomon turns from the camera and walks to a set of doors with an "exit" sign above them as the scene fades out.)
