The camera opens to Solomon Caine in an unidentified back alley, who rises up to take a long drag off of the cigarette in his right hand and then collapses back to the wall.

 

Solomon Caine: A king, huh?

 

Caine throws the cigarette to the ground and stomps on it with his barefoot.

 

Solomon Caine: Wh.. wh-at exactly does that mean anyway? When you sit on a throne of lies?

 

Solomon Caine: Doc "Green" would be wise to the know the hi-history of kings. Deposed, murdered, it goes on. No one, and I mean NO ONE rules for life when there's no one left to save you from the peasant with nothing left to lose.

 

Solomon Caine: Doc "Green" is a pretender, keeping my seat warm until... I am ready to assume the throne.

 

Caine stops and looks at the ground before grabbing at his hair.

 

Solomon Caine: No... NO. NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR THRONE OF LIES, MR. GREEN! I AM NOT A... KING. I AM A GOD!

 

Solomon Caine: AND MY REDEMPTION FOR YOUR SINS IS THE LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! I WILL HAVE IT! I WILL BE WORSHIPPED FOR MY BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS!

 

Caine stops again, breathing heavily. He gets close to the camera and grabs it forcefully.

 

Solomon Caine: You will fall to me.

 

Caine shoves the camera to the ground and storms off as the camera fades to black.

damn...bipolar much? :/