Solomon Cain vs Emily Falls

(Solomon Cain is being checked out by the Mile High medical officials. "Hold his head still" the Doctor says as he tried to shine a small flashlight into Solomon's eyes. An EMT places his hands on either side of Solomon's head, and this seems to bring the drowsy Solomon out of his haze. "Get your fuuu" is all Solomon is able to get out as hs tries to stand up, but his knees go weak and he collapses to all fours on the ground.

The medical officials rush to Solomon, but Cain smacks the first hand that touches him away. Cain keeps his arm up and his palm out, signaling them to stop. The two medical officials look at the Doctor, who softly says, "give him some space". The Doctor and the officials take a few steps backwards.

Solomon crawls on all fours to the sink. Solomon pushes himself up to his knees and grabs the vanity with both hands. Solomon takes a moment to steady himself as he breathes heavily. Solomon lets out a loud groan as he pulls himself up to his feet by grasping the vanity.

Solomon makes it to his feet, but has to place his hands on the vanity to steady himself. Solomon slowly raises his head, and looks at himself in the mirror. Solomon sees the swelling around his left eye, the bruising on his forehead, and then as he lifts his chin a little higher, he examines the rope burn around his neck.

Solomon tries to speak , but his voice only crackles and gurgles. Solomon places his left hand on his throat and slowly runs it. As he rubs his hand slowly over the strawberry red rope burn, he winces a bit at the pain.

The Doctor takes a few, slow steps forward and says "we need to check you out". The Doctor freezes in his tracks as Solomon slowly turns around. Solomon tries to stand up straight but stumbles back, and rests his upper glutes against the vanity. "Just, let me have a look at you" the Doctor says, but Solomon replies by holding up his right hand and flipping the Doctor off.

The Doctor crosses his arms and shakes his head. "So, I assume you are refusing medical treatment then?", the Doctor asks. Solomon replies by trying to muster out a diabolic laugh, but again his voice gives out on him. The Doctor uncrosses his arms and shakes his head. "Fine, have it your way" the Doctor says before ushering the medical officials out and leaving himself.

As the door shoots, Solomon turns, placing his hand on the wall to steady himself and slowly walks to the lockers. Solomon pulls the door of the locker open and grabs a small cooler from it. Still holding onto the wall Solomon makes his way back to the sink.

With his head still down Solomon opens the cooler, which is full of Pabst Blue Ribbon. The iced down beers were meant to celebrate his victory, but now they will drown his sorrows. Solomon twist the top off of what will be the first of many beers, and lifts his head up.

Solomon looks at himself in the mirror, and is utterly disgusted by what he sees. Solomon feels a wave of pure rage coming over him. With a push off of the vanity, Solomon is able to stand upright on his feet and steady his body. Feeling the rage grow stronger, Solomon throws his head back and begins the chug down the beer.

Solomon only makes it half way through the bottle when the wave of rage hits him like a Tsunami. Solomon brings his head upright, and makes the first audible noise since the noose was tightened around his neck. The noise is that of a primal and guttural scream. Solomon throws the bottle into the mirror, breaking both the bottle and the mirror.

The adrenaline from the wave of emotion momentarily blocks out the pain. Solomon boots a chair, and grabs another and throws it into a wall. Solomon then grabs his cooler of beer and throws it across the room. Then his eyes see it, and lock onto it. His brain tells him, "yes, that is the answer that is it".

With renewed vigor, Solomon marches to the lockers and pulls a noose from the top of them. The same noose he used recently to hang Tyke Index with, live on Mile High TV. Solomon throws the rope over the beams of the ceiling, and then grabs the chair he had previously kicked and sets it up.

Solomon tries to step up onto the chair, but his knees are still a bit wobbly and he loses his balance, but catches himself before falling. Solomon takes a deep breath and steadies himself, and then steps back up into the chair. He ties a knot in the rope around the beam and then grabs the noose. Solomon holds the noose up and places it around his neck and tightness it around his throat.

Something stops him though. After tightening the noose around his neck, he moves his hands around to the front of his body, and notices his right hand. Solomon freezes as he stares at the palm of his right hand, covered in blood. More importantly, covered in Tyke's blood.

A wicked smile comes across Solomon's face, and he nods his head up and down slowly. Solomon clinches his hand into a fist, and squeezes it as hard as he can. His face becomes intense and a new, fiery rage comes alive in his eyes as the scene fades out.)



(A crackling camp fire lights up the darkness of the late Denver, Wednesday night. A large figure can be seen behind the fire, but the face is not fully visible. The large framed mans head hangs down, and his long hair dangles down, covering his face along with the darkness, keeping it out of full view. The voice though is unmistakably noticable.)

Solomon Cain: Everyone has heard the term, trial by fire, but do you really know what it means? The expression alludes to the medieval practice of determining a person's guilt by having them undergo an ordeal, such as walking barefoot through a fire. My whole career in Mile High has been a trial by fire. I debuted at the first pay per view, then I go right into a brutal street fight with Ripley, and then an even more brutal flaming tables match with Ripley.

I'm pitted against Forge, who thought the wiser of battling me and left the company. Then... then, I'm thrust into the main event of the second ever Mile High pay per view. Along the way I had to kick the sh*t out of Robert Mack... who would ever think I'd have a problem with authority? Then, like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun.

In less than ten professional wrestling matches, I faced Skrabz for the Mile High championship. I did not walk away with the win, and for the first time in my professional wrestling career, but for the countless time in my life, I tasted defeat.

Redemption though was right around the corner, as I won the biggest main event to date at the time, when I outlasted Bullet, my darling Samantha Hamilton, and Ty... Ty... (Solomon grits his teeth and speaks through them), Tyke Index.

(Solomon takes a few deep breaths, with angry exhales.)

Solomon Cain: I redeemed myself with that win, and claimed my spot against Skrabz for Sin City Spectacular. I continued my reign of terror over Mile High by desomating Joseph Hunter, and once again driving a Chrome Dragon from Mile High and professional wrestling all together.

Then... everything spiraled down. Mile High closed its doors, I moved on to OCW and was on a winning streak, but then the law man came knocking. I did my time and when I got out, things looked like they were heading back up.

Mile High was reopening, and I was offered the rematch against Skrabz that I had been denied when the doors of Mile High had been shut. So much to celebrate, my freedom, my rematch. I was back on top of the world...but, all that glitters is not gold.

Skrabz beat me. Straight up, no excuses. Skrabz caught me and got the one, two, three. The spiral restarted, and depression grabbed hold and pulled me deep. Ty... (Solomon once again grits his teeth), Tyke Index came along and wanted to be my savior. Tyke, you and I changed the face of Mile High, and I dare say the way the sport of professional wrestling will be viewed forever. Once again though, I tasted the bitter taste of defeat.

I was thrust into the spotlight early into my career, but the light was too bright and it left me burnt. I was tried by fire in Mile High, and for a time I was able to dance through the flames. In the end though, just as everyone who plays with fire... I was left burnt.

(Solomon raises his head, allowing the fire to illuminate face. His long hair though still hides a good bit of his face.)

Solomon Cain: The fire left me burnt, and now Mile High thinks they can just discard me like a piece of trash. Mile High thinks I'm just some dog sh*t stuck to the bottom of their shoe that they can just wipe off. Well, like that sh*t on your shoe, I'm going to stink the joint up.

Robert Mack, at the behest of Ricky Stanton is trying to bury me in obscurity. Regulating me to the undercard, against someone who has floundered in obscurity for her entire career in Emily Falls. I however, cannot be denied. Like a Phoniex... I continue to rise from the Ashes.

The crowd lifts me up, half of them chanting my name like I am a gladiator in ths Colosseum. The other half cursing me, like a bitter ex after a custody court hearing. The locker room, is just as split on me as the crowd. Half detest me, and the other half hails me as a symbol of resistance. I am a human quagmire. Held up as both a rabid dog who needs put down, and as a hero for the common man.

Let's be honest though, what working stiff punching a time clock at a nine to five hasn't wanted to kick their supervisor in the balls, and drop them on their head? Also, I've got nothing against capitalism, but who hasn't wanted to put a bag over a CEO's head and choke them out?

(Solomon's hand moves in the darkness, placing a cigarette into his mouth. Solomon brushes the hair out of his face, revealing his wounds are now healed. Solomon removes a smaller stick from the fire, that had one end sitting on the edge of the pit in the other in the fire. Solomon uses the burning end of the stick to light his Newport, and then tosses the stick back into the fire.)

Solomon Cain: Emily Falls... I don't even know what to say about you. Honestly, I've never even given you a single thought or a second of my time. Now, Sunday night we have a battle of the winless, well winless since Mile High has reopened. But... I've lost the most high profile matches in Mile High, and you've lost to Chris Mosh and Ripley. Chris f**king Mosh, you gotta be kidding me.

Robby, you must really have it out for me. You fine me ten thousand dollars, and then attack my wallet even more by putting me in a match that will be lucky to even make highlights. Stanton may have had a bag over his head, but it looks like Mack has Stanton's bag on his chin. Robby just slurps up what Richard lays out for him. Is your manhood really worth selling for a few bucks Robert?

(Solomon leans back into his folding chair, and lays his head back and slowly exhales. Solomon continues to stare up at the stars in the clear, night sky.)

Solomon Cain: Emily, I don't even know what to say to you. Normally, I'd tell you how bad I'm going to kick your a$s, or how I'm going to run over you... but sh*t, you won a match at Ammo and I haven't won a d@mn thing since Mile High has reopened.

(Solomon looks forward and sits up. Solomon takes a long drag and slowly exhales.)

Solomon Cain: Emily, you have one more win than I do, and when you are comparing one to zero, well it's kind of a big deal. Yet, I'm still the star of the match, still one of the most talked about people in Mile High. Sh*t, I'm probably THE most talked about man in Mile High. There's people lining up to step into the ring with me, they are even coming from other promotions to get a piece of me. Lucky you, huh Emily?

(Solomon takes another drag of his Newport and flicks it into the camp fire.)

Solomon Cain: I just hope you're preparing more than you did for Chris Mosh or Ripley. I'm a whole lot tougher than those two are, and we saw how you faired against them. As for me, I'm coming in against you, just as hard as I did against Skrabz and Ty...(Solomon's jaw pops from how tight it is clinched) Tyke Index. I can't take another loss, I'm going to win this match or die trying.

I may not have the Phoenix championship to defend against you Emily, but I am the common mans champion, and I'll be d@mned if I let your millennial, barfing little a$s put a checkmark in my L column.

Emily, I don't know sh*t about you, but I can tell you this match is very personal to me. It's personal, because I cannot and will not lose again. You have the unfortunate position of being my next opponent, guess you just have sh*ty luck.

(Solomon reaches into the darkness beside his chair and and then stands up, now with a bottle of PBR in his hand. Solomon twists the top off, and throws the lid into the fire. Solomon takes a drink of the beer and then stares into the fire.)

Solomon Cain: You have some dirt on the Mack's don't you Emily? How about you share that with me? Now, I don't expect you to just go spreading it around town, running around shouting like Paul Revere. Na, just whisper it in my ear Sunday night. I'll even make you a deal, you tell me what that little secret of yours is and I'll make it easy on you.

You let me in on what you have on the Macks, and I'll make it as quick and painless as I can for you. Well, as painless as getting spiked on your head with the Burnout can be. If not? Well, then it is going to be a very long and agonizing knight for you, my dear Barf Queen.

If you don't spill the beans, than we will play the pain game, and I will make you tap out in front of everyone in the Magness arena, and everyone watching at home. Either way, I'm getting my hand raised Sunday night, it's just up to you how bad of a night it is for you.

(Solomon chugs down the rest of the PBR. He stares through the fire into the camera.)

Solomon Cain: My whole career has been a trial by fire, and I don't expect that to stop. Sunday night. Emily you will step into the fire with me. Let's see how bad you get burnt, because I know you will be burnt out.

(A evil grin crawls across Solomon's face.)

I ain't dead yet motherf**kers, and I won't stop until the grave. So, keep trying me. Keep the fire stoked... turn the motherf**king heat up.

(Fade out.)