Hey Guys Chapter 3 of Solomon is Finally Here! I am deeply sorry for not posting a lot on this even though I said I would I apologize. But now it is time for us to finally get on with this story an hopefully this will become something more! Thank you guys for voting in the polls, they are now closed and I love the continued support from you guys! As I said before Sega Nesquik will be helping me with the writing of my other story for a long time, so during that I will be writing this! Now Back to Solomon and we find him in a really weird predicament. Let's get on with the story….shall we?

I Do Not Own Pokémon

"Well hello there again…hot stuff." The Mienshao said as she lay on my bed in her workout clothes. She was wearing a tight sports bra that was light blue in color and short workout shorts that were loose on her lower body. I did a double take to see if I was seeing what I really was seeing. The same girl from earlier was laying on my bed half naked and trying to make love to me. I took a step back and was about to make my way for the door until, "Oh please don't go it's just weird being alone in here and besides this is your room so why are you leaving?" That realization hit me like a smack in the face. I turned around and moved back towards her and violently pointed m finger towards the door and said in a deep and dark voice,

"Get the hell out of my room." She looked a little taken aback and said,

"Well no one has ever turned me down before, especially not like this!" She put her hand on her chest and I saw the sweat beads on her chest and neck. It was apparent that she was doing a vigorous workout before she came here. I again looked at her body and I noticed her features. She was very toned and fit. She looked like she had little muscle to be here but noting that she is here ad participating in this competition meant that she did have an ability of some sort. This caused a different type of fear to surface inside of me but I decided to shake it off in doubt of that fact that I would fight her. I sat down in the chair near the bed and again pointed towards the door but not saying a word. "What is your reason for being so cruel to me?" She said obviously trying to pry information out of me. "Do you have someone back where you live?" she asked me. I didn't want to answer her but the answer just came flowing out of me like sap out of a tree.

"Y-Yes, yes I do have someone." At that moment she got up off the bed and immediately walked over to me. She sat on my lap and cupped my face in her hands.

"Well what they don't know won't hurt them now will it?" She asked me. I turned my head away from her and said,

"It's not like that…" I replied.

"Well you must be really committed to this relationship," she said, "Girlfriend, fiancée…wife?" At the moment she said wife my face dropped a little and my breathing slowed down. "Oh so you are married! But she still wouldn't have to know…"

"It's still not like that!" I cried out. She thought about my response for a minute and then she finally said,

"You have a child don't you…" It took me a while, and I didn't want to answer her but I did and I answered her question with a slow nod. Then she slipped her body off of me and said, "Well in that case I am sorry. In my opinion I would rather sleep with a man who has a relationship, but not with one who has a family. I may do this from time to time but ripping a man apart from his family is wrong. You feel so separated and lonely and you just don't know what to do with your life anymore. When you are a child and living on the streets and your family abandoned you, you learn to fend for yourself and never depend on anyone. You just keep looking forward, and you learn to never stop…" She trailed off after she started to tear up little by little and she turned away quickly. I heard her sniffs and sobs and I stood up. I moved over to her and I put my hand on her shoulder and rubbed it gently. Even if I couldn't sleep with her or make her feel pleasure, I could at least comfort her. I felt her pain with her family not being there. I turned her around and tears were streaming down her face. I pulled her in for a hug to show that I did care. In truth I am a loving and caring person, even if I just met you I always have an open ear. I looked down at her and she buried her face in my chest. I took that as a thank you as she started to cry even more and her body was shaking. I rocked side to side to comfort her and she started to relax. Her breathing settled as I pat her head.

"Hey it's alright okay, it's fine, everything is gonna be fine…what is your name, I didn't quite catch it." It took her a minute to respond and she said in a muffled voice in my chest,

"Sydney, my name is Sydney…" She started to trail off and I brought her head up to mine. I held her chin in my hand and said,

"I know I can't give you what you want, but I can give you a shoulder to lean on if you want." I smiled at her and I could tell that she started to feel a little better. A smile broke on her face and she said,

"Here sit down and I'll tell you." She sat down on the bed and I sat right down next to her. Then she began her story. "When I was little I was brought up in an abusive household. My mother was an alcoholic and my father was addicted to heroin and other drugs. At first I thought it was normal. I was 6 years old at the time so I was innocent and helpless when it came to knowledge such as drugs and alcohol. By the time I was 8 years old I was taking care of my siblings by myself. I was the oldest out of three others. I have 2 twin sisters and a younger brother. The twin sisters were 5 at the time and my brother was 4. I had to take care of them constantly because my parents were either out of the house or passed out somewhere in the house on his drugs or her alcohol. Then after I turned 15 I had enough. It was a Saturday night and my father was coming home from wherever he was and my mother was waking up. I sat them both down and told them that they needed to stop everything that they were doing and realize that they had a family to take care of, they wouldn't listen. They started to scream at me and push me into a corner and that is when my dad beat me.

He started to wail on me like I was a punching bag and after 5 minutes I couldn't move. I ran away from the house so I could find the hospital. I had multiple wounds to the body and face and I had cuts all over me. I had to leave to survive, I did it to live on and not die in my own house with parents that didn't give two shits about me. I wasn't able to make it to the hospital though. I had lost too much blood and I had to rest against the side of a building. I couldn't remember what happened after that but I woke up days later in a house, and to be specific…a whore house. A Rhydon walked up to me as I was lying on the bed and told me his name was James. James had found me on the corner bleeding and I was almost dead. He picked me up and brought me here and wrapped me up in bandages. He told me I was asleep for almost 4 days and he offered to call my parents. At the mention of my parents I burst into tears and begged him not to take me back. He did but little did I know that he was tricking me the entire time. He offered me to live with him and I accepted willingly to get away from my horrible life. It was a terrible decision for it was selfish and I know now that it wasn't right but I had to do it to survive." Tears started to form in her eyes again and I rubbed her back to calm her down. She took a deep breath and continued her story. "After about a month of staying there he constantly said I was freeloading and that I was a whore.

It was just like the environment I was in before. Then he told me to go out in get a job or he would throw me out. I had multiple jobs but I couldn't hold one. I was fired almost the day after I was hired every time. Then he offered me a job in his business. I didn't know what it was but he told me to strip down to my undergarments and wait in a room. I did as I was told being innocent as I was and some man came in. I didn't know what to do so I covered myself and the next thing I knew he was tearing of my clothes and he raped me. I cried the entire time and he constantly asked me if I liked it. I cried out no and he fucked me even harder. It was so horrible then as the years went on, I eventually became addicted to sex. I couldn't stop myself from the lust and fake passion that was being given to me every night. I made so much money for James and he barely gave me anything. I cried almost every night for my decision to stay with him. I started to defend for myself. Whenever I was approached on the streets I defended myself. I taught myself how to fight, so to make even more money I went underground and fought for money and I was the best fighter in the city.

Little did anyone know that I was also a local hooker. I made tons of money for myself and I opened my own bank account keeping all of this from James as well. One night after a big fight for the city champion I was approached by Mr. Pallio Tether. He offered me a chance to make even more money and get out of the shitty city. It took me a while but I decided to leave. He knew about my financial trouble and my dark past. He sent a crew in the middle of the night to extract me and in the end he succeeded. So he bought me a ticket and he has been my manager ever since. So he and I said we would meet here and he put me in the limo with the other guys, and now I'm here with you." I took a minute to let the entire story sink in and I pulled her in for another hug.

"Look I know what you have gone through and I'm sorry. Maybe if something like this happens again I can tell you my life story. You shouldn't have had to go through all of that and I apologize. She took a deep breath and I knew she was holding back the tears. "Now what would you have me do?" I asked her.

"Huh?" she replied.

"Well I'm gonna try to make you feel better! Now tell me something to do and I'll do it, except, you know." She thought about it for a moment and said,

"I wanna fight you Solomon, I've always looked up to you and your fighting ability and I wanna fight you." I froze and said,

"But remember Mr. Pallio said…"

"Fuck Mr. Pallio," she said, "If I do it he won't care, he cares too much about me." I thought about it for a second and nodded reassuringly. She squealed with delight and jumped for joy. She pulled out a cell phone and hit 7 to speed dial someone. The phone rang a few times and then she started to talk. "Hello? Mr. Pallio? Yes it is Sydney. I've been doing great. Thank you so much for what you did! No, really and I was wondering if I could ask you for one little favor. I was wondering if you would let me fight Solomon Winters, yes I know he is your favorite but also we talked about it and he said he is willing to." There was some silence and I heard him talking to her over the phone and then she said, "Alright sweet see you in a few!" She hung up and slipped her phone in her pocket. "Alright so if you still wanna fight we gotta meet up downstairs at the gym in 5 minutes." I nodded and we headed out the door for our small match.

Well Guys That's the End of Chapter 3! I hope you guys loved it and I will be writing this story and Jay alternating the Chapters. I hope you guys continue to follow this and keep giving it support! Please go check out Sega Nesquik he is a good friend of mine and he would love the support! I hope you all have a great day and the polls and closed!

If You Want To Submit An OC Here Are The Rules:

Name and Gender: CRUCIAL

Sexuality: Please no bisexual or gay or pedophilia or rape, i'm uncomfortable on the subjects.

Description and What Pokemon They Are: if they are a different color or different heights stuff like that

Age: for Solomon the characters must be in their mid or early twenties or higher.

Personality: same for sexuality but other than that anything goes.

Special Abilities (If They Have One): Like Jay has Aura and Scott has Speed and Solomon is an amazing fighter think of some skills!

So till next time guys PEACE!