theSolomonCaine

The camera switches to a dark living room, focusing on a couch in the middle with a recliner on the periphery. Solomon Caine is leaning back while the woman seen before leans on his shoulder. The camera pans to the television, which is showing the Rookie Battle Royal at Road 2 Glory. The match ends, and Danny Watts is celebrating in the ring. Caine reaches over to the side table and pauses the show. Solomon Caine: Ha! You see what I told you? Absolute bullsh-t Lauren, absolute bullsh-t. Why even bother showing up in the first place if there just gonna stick me in a rookie royal? "It's a way to stand out?" How?! How is that a way to stand out? If management wanted to see a real show they would've stuck me up against anyone of those bastards an- Lauren sits up. Lauren: So why didn't you win? Solomon Caine: What? Lauren: Why didn't you win? I mean, aren't you the best? Solomon Caine: Because the match was absolute bul- Lauren: Sounds like an excuse to me. Solomon Caine: An excuse?! What in the hell are you on about?! Lauren: If you're the best, prove it Solomon. Quit screwing around and hyping yourself up if you can't win a match. You didn't lose because the match sucked. You lost because you sucked. Caine snaps up and begins to speak in a rage, but is seemingly unable to find the words. After a moment, he leans back to rest on the couch in a frustrated rage. He rubs his face with his left hand which comes to rest on his chin. Lauren: Any means necessary right? That's how you got here. Where'd you lose that Solomon? Caine is silent. Lauren: What kind of boy have you become? Blaming the match for your problems?! What a joke. Where's the man I know? Caine loudly sighs. Lauren: Call me when you find him. Lauren gets up off the couch and walks off camera. Caine sits pondering for a moment and then pushes everything off the side table: lamp, remote, and all, in a frustrated rage and exclaims "Fu*k!". He then forcefully pushes himself off the couch and storms off camera. The camera fades.

I actually moonlight as a luchador.

[Non-Spoiler] Before Daddy Quartz rails me, I’d like to acknowledge my FPR breaks on the kneeling strikes and spamming pick-up grapples. I understand the low-risk situation of a dark match, but I’d just like to acknowledge and do better in the future at least for my own selfish purposes.

Wrestler Name: Solomon Caine Hometown: St. Louis, Missouri Height: 5' 10" Weight: 225 lbs. Theme song: ??? Signature moves: Last Gasp (Fisherman Driver 1), Up & Over Kick Finisher move: Killshot (TKO 1) Accolades: N/A Biography: Solomon Caine was born on September 23, 1995 in St. Louis, Missouri. At the age of seven, his mother introduced him to the art of pro wrestling. For the rest of his youth, Caine watched, bought, and subscribed his way through numerous pro wrestling promotions as a fan. As a skinny, unathletic child, he never dreamed of realizing his true passion. When he became an adult, Caine attended Washington University in St. Louis and obtained his B.A. in Political Science, but for naught. After graduating, he struggled from job to job with low pay, desiring something more. Following a tough 62-38% loss for a Missouri House of Representatives seat, Caine drove right to the nearest pro wrestling school and signed up. Saddled with student debt and dropped into a talent-stacked independent scene, he clawed his way to a shot with OCW. "The chip has never strayed far from his shoulder."

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The camera cuts into two men sitting opposite from each other in armchairs. A generic OCW interviewer sits at attention, looking to cut into the fabric of the newest superstar. Solomon Caine, in street clothes, rests uninterested on the left arm of his chair, taking periodic bites out of an apple. OCW Interviewer: Mr. Caine, I thank you for joining us for this interview. How are you doing? Caine takes a huge bite out of his apple and chews loudly. OCW Interviewer: Ok then... so uh... do you mind telling us about your promo at Certfied Greatness? Do you think that mangement now knows to take you seriously? Caine looks annoyed and stares at the interviewer while he takes another large bite out of the apple. OCW Interviewer : Uh... Mr. Caine? Solomon Caine: Yes? OCW Interviewer: Do you mind answering the question? Solomon Caine: Do you mind not asking stupid questions? The interviewer perks up, a bit annoyed by Caine's apathy. OCW Interviewer: Well, what do you think I should ask? Caine rolls his eyes and tosses the apple aside. Solomon Caine: Do you know what I do? Because I don't recall that interviewer was in my job description. Nor was it in my job description that I listen to some high school level journalist ask me stupid questions. Now why don't we get to something good before I put you through that drywall... Caine points behind the interviewer. The interviewer is visibly frightened. OCW Interviewer: Ok... um... uh.... so wh-y don't you t-tell us about w-what your plans are after Bet-amax? Caine looks amused at the interviewer's plight, and his question. Solomon Caine: My plans after Betamax? Now that's a damn good question. After Betamax... I'm going to kill OCW. OCW Interviewer: W-what?! Solomon Caine: I think you heard me loud and clear. Face-painted freaks. Bickering children. People that belong in an insane asylum rather than a wrestling ring. That's OCW. That's "top talent". OCW Interviewer: But you're literally just a rookie! You've been here for two minutes and what makes you think you have any ri-... The interviewer realizes his mistake and bows his head for his impending doom. But it never comes. He looks back up to see Caine resting in his chair. Solomon Caine: You know, that actually isn't a bad question either. You're right, I'm just a rookie. Someone for people to laugh at. "He thinks he can do this and that, what a fool!" And fine, let them think that. I'll sort them out one by one. "It couldn't happen to me," they'll say. Let them think that. Right now, I'll be the first to admit that I don't have a billion titles and a billion dollars. But make no mistake, when this is over, I'll have what I want. OCW Interviewer: Mr. Caine... what do you want? Solomon Caine: Right now...? Caine quickly gets to his feet and kicks over the camera next to him. From the view on the floor, one can barely make out a scuffle and hear screaming. After a minute, the interviewer crashes face-first to the floor, presumably from a TKO. A door is heard opening and slamming shut. The camera fades.