Feelings - Repost

The scene opens to Solomon Caine pacing around his living room in a t-shirt and sweatpants, with the Light Heavyweight Championship on a mantle above the fireplace.

Solomon Caine: No, no, NOOOO!

Caine sweeps the contents of a coffee table onto the floor, spilling a glass of white wine and soaking a book entitled "American Psycho."

Solomon Caine: I can't fucking believe this. Why, why, why?!

He collapses to the floor, face in his hands. A moment passes before sobs begin to be heard. Caine slams his hands onto the table, cracking the glass and revealing a ruby red face. He looks over to the Light Heavyweight Championship.

Solomon Caine: I won't let him. I WON'T! THIS IS OUR TIME!

Caine rushes to his feet and quickly walks over to the belt, placing his hands on it.

Solomon Caine: You're not going... anywhere. I pr-promise you.

Tears once again flow from Caine's face.

Solomon Caine: Don't you believe me? DON'T YOU?!

The camera fades to black.