[Caleb Houston]

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…In the beginning…
Flashback August 17th 2004
Philadelphia, Pa
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It was a warm summer afternoon in the beautiful city of Philadelphia, Pa. The city I had called home for my whole life. The only place I had ever known really. There were two young boys on the basketball court one black, and one white. Me, Caleb Houston, and my best friend Julius Washington. He stood four inches taller than me, and was a much thicker build. I was smaller, and thinner. Each of our bare chests was covered in sweat. Julius had his back turned to me, and was dribbling down into the lane. I had one hand pressed on his back, and the other out to my left hand side.

Having played Julius in basketball for close to nine years I knew his tricks. I knew them before he even made them. Still when he turned around, sized up the basket, and took the shot he was money. All the time.

“Game is a little closer than usual…”I said. As Julius kept using his size to push me deeper into the lane.

“Hah… for now. You know you’ll never beat me.” He said with a laugh. His back pushing me further, and further back. Julius tried to fake to the right, but my hand kept him tight. This is when I saw my chance. I used my speed and reached across his body timing it perfectly on the dribble knocking the ball away from him. In three quick steps I made a break for the ball. I grabbed it with my right hand picking up the dribble I took off on a full sprint toward the basket a few steps in front of Julius.

One more step. I thought to myself before I picked the ball up, and pushed off my right foot toward the basket. I let the ball roll off my fingertips bouncing off the backboard before dropping into the basket. I placed my hands on my hips, and turned to Julius with a smile on my face. Julius hated losing more than anything else in the world. Especially at basketball, to me. It was a very rare occasion I ever won, but when I did I wouldn’t let him live it down for weeks. He could beat me 47 times in those weeks of my glory, but there was always that one time I would never let him live down.

“Bullshit!” He screamed as he grabbed the ball and threw it against the fence. Bouncing off the fence the ball rolled toward the end of the court. I just shook my head at Julius reaction. All I could do was smile as he stomped around like a three year old who just had their lollipop taken away.

“Damn man… What is Coach Chaney going to think knowing his future small forward just got beat by a week ass white boy..” I said laughing. Julius since he was little had dreamed of going to Temple Univeristy and playing basketball for John Chaney. He used to drag me to the Liacouras Center every time Temple had a home game. It had been like this for five, maybe six, years. In just a few weeks we would be starting high school. Julius had already had aspirations to be the first freshman to start at S.P.H.S. Me… well I was going to wrestle. That was about it.

“Shut up.. One game. I trashed you 21-4 the game before that.” See what I mean. I had a very selective memory. The only thing I had in my mind was the 20-21 victory I just had. I just shook my head as I made my way over to the bleachers and took a seat. I pulled a bottle of water out of my book bag, and took a sip. The cold water felt great on a hot day like today. If my memory serves me correctly that was the hottest it had been in Philadelphia in quite a while. Julius came walking over to me dribbling the ball. He was so embarrassed from the loss he couldn’t even look up at me.

“Want some water?” I asked as I extended the bottle out to him. He nodded his head and grabbed the bottle from me. He took a few sips from the bottle. Before he began to laugh at me. I looked at him confused.

“What” I asked him.

“Son…. that 3 you tried last week…. Looked worse than Shaq shooting a free throw.”He said to me. I didn’t have the greatest outside shot in the world. Mainly I just threw the ball up toward the basket and prayed it would find the net. I shrugged it off as I pulled my t-shirt out of the bag. I pulled it on over my head. My cell phone which was wrapped up in the shirt landed on my lap. I picked the phone up, and flipped it open.

“Hey.. we gotta run. PJ wanted us to meet him fifteen minutes ago.” I said to Julius. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when I said this. PJ was our ‘boss’ I guess you could say. I pulled Julius’ tank top out of the bag and tossed it to him before I zippered it closed.

“He pissed?” Julius asked. I gave him a look that said I hope not. As I quickly tossed the bag on my shoulders. Julius and I made our way off the basketball court.

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…Let’s Go Rob a Bank…
Present Day
Las Vegas, NV
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Oddly enough for the first time in recent memory I was in Las Vegas, but I wasn’t drunk. No, you see I had more important things on my mind right now. I needed to figure out how I was going to fix the epic mistake I had just made.

“So, do you really think it was that bad of an idea?” I asked JT. There was an overwhelming look of concern in my eyes.

“Uh yeah…” JT said as he peaked over his menu. We were out to dinner. Yeah, of course we had a condo full of food. That would involve us cooking, and well neither of us were that good at it at all. I mean honestly… who burns toast?

“Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid. They were on the corner looking for donors. I thought I had good genes. I mean I have good genes right?” I asked him.

“Of course you do. That’s not the point though.”

“What do you mean that isn’t the point?”

“Well, what if the woman who gets your sperm is like 300 pounds, and has no teeth. You know looks like that mom from honey boo boo. Then you’re stuck getting married to her, and being forced to have sex with her, and ONLY her for the next 18 years.” JT said. I looked at him kind of confused.

“Why would I be forced to only be with her? I mean I don’t think I’ve been loyal ever in my life.”

“The kid man. The kid. It’s like a law or something. If someone pops out your little sperm nugget you’re forced to stay faithful for 18 years, or something. I read it in a book somewhere.” JT said to me. He was very convincing right now. He always had a little bit more book knowledge than me. He could pick something up and read it once. Remember it forever. Of course I had no other option but to believe him at this point.

“So what do you think I should do?”

“Go back in there and tell them you have leprosy or something.”

“No… I can’t do that.” I said to him shaking my head furiously. “There is a nurse that works there. She may not know it, but she was my girlfriend when I filled that cup up. She was lookin co-rrect! I think I might even ask her out on a date”

JT looked at me. He didn’t have anything to say. It was very rare that JT didn’t have something to say. Except when it came to me.

“What if we went back in there and you know… stole it? Or something?” I asked him. A questioning look on my face. I mean the outside of the building was so small there is no way the two of us wouldn’t be able to find the sample and destroy it.

“We… hah no. You did this not me. I am taking no part in any of this.” JT said to me laughing. He turned his head over to the right as the waitress reached over and dropped our food off in front of us. JT had ordered some sort of salad with all types of healthy shit on it.

”Dude… it looks like a garden is having an orgy on your plate.” I said to him with a look of disgust. Since the SCW card was only a few days away JT was on this health food kick lately. He wanted to rid his body of all the toxins inside of it. Or some other bullshit that he had read in one of his fucking self-help books.

“Bro, you’re never going to be able to compete at Climax Control if you keep eating like a four year old.” JT said to me as the waitress laid a mountain of mozzarella sticks in front of me. It’s been about three days with a steady diet of mozzarella sticks. Something about them. It’s been like a party on my palate.

“Yeah…. But theyr’re …. Absolutely scrumptious!” I said with a mouthful of the deep-fried cheesy goodness. An ear to ear grin on my face. “So, you’re really not going to help me with this? I mean when you think about it. You’re actually guilty by association…. Uncle JT.”

It was those words that absolutely set him off.

“NEVER! CALL ME! THAT! AGAIN!” JT said. Almost screaming it at the top of his lungs. I’m not sure if he was scared of the thought he would be an uncle. Or the fact that I, Caleb Houston, would become a father if we didn’t somehow resolve this situation. “Of course I will help you.”

“Good.” I said to him.“Now, how do you suppose we go about doing this?” I asked. Leaning back in the booth a bit. It was time to get serious here. We needed to put our heads together and figure out how we were going to resolve this situation. As JT began to talk I slowly started to drift off to my dream world. Planning was never my thing. I just liked to show up and get the job done. JT on the other hand. He liked to plan things…

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Monday – October 27th, 2008
Elite Wrestling Academy
Most Wanted!
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Having been singed with EWA and working two times a week for the past five months was finally taking a toll on my body. The constant grind, and travel was breaking me down. I’m not sure what I expected when I signed my contract, but it wasn’t to feel like this on a daily basis. I guess you could say I wasn’t really prepared for the world I was living in right now. I had better learn quickly, or I would be just another flash in the pan.

“Here kid… I want you to take two of these when you start having pain. The doctor said to me as he handed me a bottle of pills “They’ll make you feel better. Just make sure you take them on a full stomach otherwise they’ll be coming right back up.” He warned.

I reached out and grabbed the bottle. My eyes looking up at the doctor. He was much older than me. For some reason I trusted him. Elizabeth Black was paying him, a lot more than me, to keep her stars healthy. I knew he wouldn’t steer me in the wrong direction. His job was to make sure the talent could compete. I gripped the bottle tightly in my hands. Nervously rolling it between my fingers. Debating whether or not I should be honest with the doctor about my history. Would these have any negative affect with the other things I had been doing. But I knew if I asked that question it would only be a matter of time before I would be in the office pissing in a cup. Right now my future, and my bank account couldn’t handle that.

“Thanks doc..” I said as I pushed myself off the table. Wincing in pain as I did so. I took a deep breath before turning my attention back to the doctor. His face was buried in some paperwork. I stood there for a few seconds just staring. My conscience telling me to be honest.

“Got something to say kid?” He asked me.

“Nah… I mean... Nah nevermind. Thanks though..” I said to him with a nod as I turned my head, and made my way to the door. I shot one last glance back at the doctor, little did I know this man would soon be my best friend, before I made my way out into the hallway. I slid the prescription bottle into the pocket of my basketball shorts and continued on my way to my locker room. T-Minus 45 minutes til I needed to get in the ring, and I wasn’t even half ready yet. As I turned the corner I could hear two grown men cackling like little school girls. When I looked up I was met by the greasy haired rat Michael Santiago, and his trusty side kick the backstreet boy wanna be Shane Knight.

“Fucking perfect….”I said to myself as I continued down the hallway. As I got closer I could see they were in fact in front of my locker room carrying on. Michael was holding a black sharpie in his right hand, his left covering his mouth to hold in the fits of laughter. I looked at my locker room door, and underneath the placard that said ‘Houston’ Michael had scribbled ‘we have a porbem.’

“Houston… we have a probem? I think you forgot the L there Michael.” I said.

“No… you are the L… L for LOOSER!” Michael responded. Trying to be as witty as possible.

“BOOM! THAT JUST HAPPENED!” Shane said to me about an inch away from my face. Both of his arms outstretched to the side.  Trying to intimidate me.

“Oh… man. You guys got me good.” I said rolling my eyes a bit. I really didn’t have time for these two. Especially tonight. I knew exactly what they wanted to do. They wanted to get inside my head, and throw me off my game. They couldn’t stand to see me succeed. To be better than they were.

“Yeah we did.” Michael and Shane said in unison as they reached up and gave one another a high five.

“You see Caleb. You’re not a good wrestler.” Michael said.

“Yeah, you’re really not a good wrestler.” Shane repeated like the parrot he was.

“You’ll never be as good as us.”

“N-E-V-E-R!” Shane repeated. Once again an inch from my face. I could feel my blood boiling in my veins. I reached up with my right hand and placed it on Shanes’ chest giving him a push. Letting him know I wasn’t going to back down. Especially from tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb.

“Woah… are you sure you want to do that?” Michael asked me. Offended. “You realize there is two of us, and only one of you.” He said.

“Yeah, I know how to count. I also know that you two aren’t going to do anything. Man, we’ve played this game before. Countless times. Don’t you remember? This always starts with you two getting a little too cocky for your own good. Then you both wake up on the ground looking like little bitches.”

“We ain’t no bitches!” Shane called out as he stepped closer to me again.  

“Yeah.. keep telling yourself that.” I said as I shook my head in disgust, and took a few steps closer to my locker room before Michael reached out and grabbed my right arm. I looked down at his hand on my arm, and then focused my attention on him.

“Where do you think you’re going? We aren’t done with you.” Michael said to me.

The games were over. I ripped my arm out of his grasp, and squared up. These dudes had me feeling froggy. It was about time to stop the mouth and start throwing the fists. As I cocked my right arm back ready to swing. My arm was grabbed by one security guard as a few more stepped in between the three of us. EWA couldn’t afford to have the three of us throwing down back here where no one could see it. No this needed to happen in the ring where Elizabeth Black could get her money’s worth. There was a bunch more shouting back and forth. Quite a few wild punches, which never hit their mark, thrown before security pushed me back into my locker room.  

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…Finalizing The Plan…
Present Day
Las Vegas, NV
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“Caleb….Earth to fucking Caleb.” In that moment I was brought back to reality by a breadstick smacking me right on the bridge of my nose. I inhaled deeply and shook my head. Waking up from my little daydream. Looking across the table my gaze was met by JTs. He looked irritated. I had no idea how long he had been talking, or what he had even said.

“Bro… were you even listening to a word I said?” He asked me.

“Yeah man of course. I was.” I responded quickly. An offended look coming across my face. I couldn’t let JT know I had fallen asleep. Otherwise he would go on some other forty-five minute tangent about how I need to get focused, and figure out my priorities. Bitch my priorities good. Go in fuck shit up, and then walk out.

“Okay, Then what was I saying?” He asked me. He gave me that ‘prove it look.’ I shrugged it off with a laugh.

“The whole thing? Or just the quick rundown…” I said. Stalling a bit so I could figure something interesting to say. “Alright, here is what you said. We go in there, get the job done, and get out of there. No distractions. No questions.”

“……..Close enough” JT responded. He looked down at this salad which he had devoured. He looked depressed. I guess this health food kick he was on wasn’t really helping his mindset at all. He shot a look over to my plate which still had two mozzarella sticks left on it. I could sense him eye raping them. Gently, I grabbed my plate and brought it closer to me. I wasn’t going to fall for any of his jedi mind tricks.

“Bro… can I get a cheese stick?”

“Hah… no. Remember you’re eating healthy.”

“Come on. It’s one cheese stick. You really don’t need to eat all 50 of them…”

“Who the fuck are you? You ain’t my momma. You don’t tell me what I do and don’t need…. Bitch.”

“Bro… I’m going to be really upset if you don’t give me a cheese stick.” JT said to me. He looked down. He was trying to give me that depressed toddler look.

“I don’t really care if you get upset or not. You’re the limp wrist who decided to order the damn salad. I’m the man who ordered the cheese sticks. There are starving kids in Africa that will be upset if I don’t finish these cheese sticks myself. It would be considered a waste.”

“Dude… you’re such a dick.”

“Mhmm..” I responded with a smile as I grabbed the last two cheese sticks and shoved them in my mouth. I savored every last crumb of their deep fried goodness as JT watched me. For a split second I thought I saw tears welling up in his eyes. Out of sheer frustration JT slammed his hands on the table, and pushed himself up.

“You’re paying dickhead.” He said as he scooted out of the booth, and walked toward the front door of the restaurant.

“Fine by me.” I responded. Reaching my hand into my pocket throwing some money on the table to cover the bill, and the tip. I let out a large burp before getting up from the table following after JT. “Honey… wait for me.” I called out. When I made my way out of the restaurant JT was leaning against the building arms folded in front of him.

“Are you really upset?” I asked him. Slightly concerned. Slightly not giving a shit.

“Yeah man. Damn. Why do I gotta be so committed to this? Next time I tell you I want to eat healthy and stop drinking make sure I sleep on it before I make the decision.” JT said to me pushing himself away from the building. The two of us continued through the parking lot to my truck.

“You got it… dude.” I unlocked my truck, and the two of us climbed in. I shot JT a look who was finally starting to get out of his emo girl mood. “So… are you ready to do this?” I asked him. He looked at me, and rolled his eyes.

“Ready as I’ll ever be…”He responded with a deep sigh. I fired up the engine to my truck, and pulled out from the parking lot. Inside my head ‘The Final Countdown’ began playing. As I pulled out onto the street I shot JT a look who was staring at the window.

“So, let me ask you a question.” JT said to me. “Is there actually anything going on upstairs in that head of yours? I mean, honestly. The ideas you get in your head sometimes…” JT was speechless. All he could do now was shake his head.

“Yeah, there is a lot of stuff going on up there, all the time. It’s actually quite annoying. Like, I don’t know it’s hard to explain. I just have these voices who give me these ideas.. it’s really weird.” I said with a confused look on my face. I had these dreams, and these visions all the time. It was like a movie was constantly playing in my head. I wanted to turn it off, but I couldn’t. No matter what I did I was always taken back to that day. The day that’s haunted me for over six years.

JT and I continued the rest of the drive in silence.

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Monday – October 27th, 2008
Elite Wrestling Academy
Most Wanted!
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The hours leading up to my matches were always the most tense in my life. I could never sit still, and focus, well, that was next to impossible. I was geared up, and ready to go. I gave my board shorts one last solid tug before I made my way out of my locker room. At this point the show was already on. I could hear the roar of the crowd above me, and the stomping of their feet. I looked around sweat already forming on my brow. Tonight was going to be the biggest night of my career so far. In a little bit under 30 minutes I would be stepping into the ring, and if I came out on top I would become the #1 Contender to Keith Daniels and his world title.

“Focus…. Focus..”

I said to myself as I made my way down the hallway. Even with all the noise going on around me I could hear my footsteps on the ground I could even hear my muscles stretching as I took each step. Tonight was the worst the anxiety had been even worse than my professional debut. My heart was pounding against my chest. I found a quiet empty section of the arena where the lights were dimmed. I looked down to my right hand. Clenched inside of it were two of the pills the doctor had given me no more than twenty minutes ago. I tossed the pills into my mouth, and tilted my head back before I gulped them down. Hopefully these would help me take the edge off. Maybe they would help me forget everything else that was going on. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I leaned back against the wall. Just as I was starting to relax someone rounded the corner almost knocking me off my feet.

“Heads up, kid.” I said to the man standing off to my right a bit. He was an inch maybe two shorter than me. His hair was clean cut, and dark brown. He looked happy. A feeling I hadn’t felt, or even know, for years over a year now. He was dressed up in a pair of wrestling tights, and boots.

“Sorry about that, man. Didn’t see you there.” He said to me as he rubbed the back of his neck. He was embarrassed I could tell. To me he looked green.

“Yep.” I responded as I focused down at my boots. I didn’t want to make eye contact otherwise he might know what was going on. I didn’t know this kid. If he ran off and told Miss Black how he saw me that wouldn’t work out well for me at all. I would lose my title shot, and everything I’ve worked for over the past few months. Especially if he thought it would benefit him.

“Well, hey, I’m JT. This is my first time wrestling for a big promotion.” He said to me with an ear to ear grin as he extended his right hand for a shake.

“That’s funny…” I said to him with a laugh as I took my gaze off my boots, and focused on him. “This is my hundredth time not caring tonight.” I said. I wasn’t buying the nice guy act. I’ve seen it thousands of times before. He just like many people before thought I would benefit him. Then when he got where he needed to be he would turn. It’s a revolving door of that crap in this business. JTs smile turned into a more serious look after he looked me over for a few seconds.

“You’re Caleb Houston, right?” He asked me. Pointing at me a bit. I guess this kids parents never taught him it wasn’t nice to point. I shook my head before I focused my attention back to the floor. For me this conversation was over. I didn’t have the time to chit chat with this kid. I had things I needed to focus on.

“You’ve got a big match tonight, man. You could become the number one contender for Keith Daniels’ Elite World Championship! It looks like I’m facing Paul Blair tonight.” He said to me. His voice cracking in excitement a bit. I could tell he was eager to get in the ring. He was bouncing his weight from foot to foot

“I don’t care.” When would he get the hint to leave me alone? Couldn’t he tell I wasn’t in the mood to talk? What are you a wrestler or a fan boy?

“Well, good luck out there, man.” JT said. Was he being genuine? Was he acting? I didn’t know. All I knew was I wasn’t supposed to have friends in this business. Anyone who I’ve ever let get close to me I let down. They ended up getting hurt. For whatever reason I had a big X on my back. It was just better I work alone. Gave me less to worry about. JT nodded at me before he headed back off toward the waiting area.

“Good luck, kid.” I whispered to him under my breath.

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To Whom It May Concern,

Little did I know that October night back in EWA that I had just met my best friend. Someone who six years later I consider closer than family. I have to be honest when I first met JT I thought it would only be a matter of time before he flamed out. See, I was considered undersized to be in this business. JT was even smaller than me. One thing the kid has is heart. I’ve never once seen him give up, not even against the biggest opponents. The other thing he has is the kid isn’t afraid to take risks. If it’s near the ring, and he can get on top of it. He’ll probably jump off of it. I’ve never seen someone as graceful as him flying through the air. The Blue Angels would be jealous of him. His ground game is solid. As close to perfect as you can get. He’s been the only person who has ever tested my skills rolling. The kid has skill. Even better he knows he has skill. I’m glad he’s in my corner except standing across from me. I owe a lot of my career to the man who will be fighting with me Sunday night. He’s always been the one to keep me grounded. He found what makes me tick, and knows how to keep me focused even when everything else around me seems to be crumbling down. It’s safe to say without JT Midas there wouldn’t be a Caleb Houston, and there sure as hell wouldn’t be a Players Club. Fortunately for all of you he’s here. You may not know it yet, but he is the piece that makes this sport tick. Soon, everyone will see it. Soon, everyone will know exactly what I’m talking about. I won’t seem so crazy anymore.

A few months ago I was in a small promotion called Combat Entertainment. I can honestly say I hated the place. I hated the booking. I hated Texas. But most of all I hated the people. It was like EWA 2.0. It disgusted me each and every day I got out of bed knowing I had to take that ride down to the headquarters. But each and every day I did it. Not sure exactly why. I’m glad I did though. You see because in those walls I made a bond with another superstar. Someone who was in the same place I was just a few years prior. He was come up. He got in at the perfect time, and was ready to make a splash. Had the place lasted a few more months I have no doubt in my mind that man would’ve been world champion. No one could match his technical skills inside the ring. When someone tested him, and may did, they all went down in a heap from the Hydroplane. The kid has more energy than anyone I’ve ever met in my life, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get the win. He hit a little rough patch during his tenure in Combat when his father passed away. It affected him emotionally, and physically. I never really had much of a family growing up. This kid though. Man, this kid was doing this for his family. The way he spoke about them, with such pride. You could tell just how important they were in his life. While he was dealing with that I could see a change in him. It was then I realized the kid needed someone. Actually, I think I needed someone too. I took him under my wing. Since then it’s been a party. He is the heartbeat of the Players Club.

Since I joined SCW. You could say I’ve been, loud, I guess is the word I’m looking for. High Stakes was a huge PPV for the company. I knew to get noticed I had to make some noise. That’s when the Players Club got together, and we knew what we needed to do. We needed to find someone to make an example of. That person just so happened to be Chris Shipman. He was the first person to go Down In Flames, but I promise you he won’t be the last. Since we came over here we were told Seven Deadly Sins was the biggest group in the company. That they struck fear into the heart of their opponents. That’s why we knew they needed to be the first to go down. You know it was all playing out perfectly until the rest of them grew their balls, and decided they wanted to make an appearance. That was mistake number one sins. You see we had a plan, and you didn’t let us finish. Funny how it worked out though. Shipman has yet to be heard from. None of the sins have made an appearance since then, either. Whys that? Did you see what you’re up against? Does that scare you? Don’t worry, the Players Club isn’t going anywhere. We’ll be here next week, next month, and even next year. You guys have a well-oiled machine there right now. Players Club is the wrench that is going to put an end to all that noise. Rage, can you feel it? The cold running up your spine causing those little hairs to stand up on the back of your neck. That’s the one sin you don’t have. That right there is fear.

As I move through my career the weeks leading up to a match get a lot easier. A few years ago I would be sick to my stomach right now tucked away in some bathroom stall puking. Not anymore. No. You see I’ve learned over these past six years just how this business works. There is advantages and disadvantages in every match. After time these said disadvantages started to fade away. It was the same story each and every time I stepped into the ring, and it would be no different this week. Since I started my career in this sport I was always considered undersized. I wouldn’t be able to stand and bang with the bigger, more experienced competitors. Fast forward six years. I’ve handled my own. I’ve proven that the ‘Davids’ are just as dangerous as the ‘Goliaths.’ This week wouldn’t be much different. Once again JT and I will be the underdogs. Once again we’ve heard that we don’t belong in the same ring as Gavin Stephens and Alex Kaelin. We’re too small. We don’t have the experience. After you hear the same words for so many years eventually you just begin to accept them. I guess you could say I’ve learned to welcome these criticisms. The way I see it. There’s no pressure. Ever. JT and I aren’t expected to win. We’re not loved by these fans. No one to please but ourselves. Makes it that much easier.

Alex Kaelin. If my memory serves me correctly this isn’t the first time you and I have worked together. If my memory serves me correctly you were already with Miss Blacks Elite Wrestling Alliance around the same time my career started in 2008. You were already a mainstay in this business, and I was just trying to break in. I don’t remember you sticking around much longer after I signed up. As a matter of fact I don’t really remember you ever sticking around anywhere for too long. Aren’t you supposed to be God’s Gift to wrestling Alex? So explain to me why you haven’t been able to catch on? You’re great at puffing out your chest and hyping yourself up, but when it comes down to it and it’s time to perform where you are then? Words are one thing. Performance is another. Keep telling everyone what they should think of you. I’m going to show them what they should think of you.

Usually, when it comes to my in-ring performance I’m a quite type of person. I never have much to say. I guess it’s never been something I ever focused on in my career. The only thing that’s ever mattered to me was if I got the victory or not. I could care less about the fans, or hyping up a match. The only thing I want to do is go out there, and do what I’m getting paid to do. That’s fight. It’s almost become a part of me. A part of who I am. I’ve waited so long, and worked too hard at this game to get lost in the aspect of letting my mouth fly free. I’ve poured too much of my blood, sweat, and tears into preparing to be the best this industry has ever seen. Everyone wants to worry about their past, and be respected for what they’ve done. Gavin. Alex. This goes out to you two specifically. I don’t care who you were before, or who you think you are now. The only thing that matters in this industry is who you are tomorrow, next week, or next year. Every promotion has an owner, or fans with a very short memory. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done before, or what titles you’ve held. At the end of the day the only thing either one of them cares about is whose shoulders were on the apron, and who was making the cover. Granted, over the past few weeks I’ve been a lot more vocal on twitter. What is my goal? To look like an idiot? Yeah, you could take it like that if you want to. Doesn’t affect me any. I’ll be the same person tomorrow that I am today. My goal is to get inside your head. To find out what makes you tick, and to break that down. Judging by recent events it seems as if I’ve been successful. At least with you two. I’ve learned this business is all about the mental aspect. How you prepare, and how you and how you can break your opponent down. You would think by now you two would’ve been able to figure that out. I mean Gavin you were the greatest champion in the history of champions, weren’t you? I guess that title is easy to claim when you’re wrestling against lesser talent.

This little crew, or whatever it is, you guys have rolling right now with Andrew Watts may sound great right now. Actually, I’m sure to newer more naive wrestling fans it probably looks great. But the people who actually know who, and what Watts is already know exactly where this is heading. Your little boyfriend is going to ride you two to the top. Then when the timing is right, for him, he’s going to drop you like a bad habit. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that guy is a cancer to this industry. A cancer to society as a whole. If a leech hard arms and legs it would be Andrew Watts. Call him Dr. Kevorkian because everything the dude touches dies. His words sound great now. Trust me. It’s only a matter of time before the true colors come out.

Gavin, there is one thing I’m going to need a bit of clarification on. Is repeating yourself part of your style? Or is that a side effect from previous head injuries? Honestly, there is part of me that is worried about you. I’m kind of nervous as to what might happen with another blow or two to the head. Will it explode like a cauliflower ear from a right hook? Or even better will one good punch send it to the rafters like a sock-em bopper? Alright, I get it. Those are a little far-fetched. But I’m sure I have reason to be concerned. They say ALS is a very serious side effect of too many injuries. It seems like you’re well on your way to suffering the same fate as so many before you.

Stephens you seem pretty proud of yourself for beating Equinox. Is this supposed to impress anyone? To strike fear in the hearts of the world? I think everyone was witness to what happened to that little boy a few weeks ago at High Stakes. How he was even a champion is beyond me. But it is what it is. That’s the reason why I don’t get paid to book the matches. I just show up when I’m called upon. I make history. At Climax Control I plan to be the person breaks down this whole world you’ve built around yourself. Seems like you have yourself a nice woman around your am. The question is this after she sees the beginning of your downfall this week will she still think you’re man enough? Or will she get sick of carrying the load, and drop you to the curb? I’ve had plenty of opportunities in my past to end careers. Most of them I’ve been successful with. But, this is the first time I will also have a shot at ending a relationship. It will be my pleasure to put another beautiful woman back on the market.

Alex. I will give you this. The attitude is there to be a superstar. As a matter of fact I see a little bit of myself in you. I see a man who knows he’s good at what he does. There is a difference though. When I tell myself I’m better than everyone else I’m not lying. I’m not withholding any truths to where I am, and where I’m going. Whereas someone like you. I don’t think you know where your future will take you. I don’t think you know what company you’ll be representing in six weeks. Myself? Yeah, I know where I’ve been. But most importantly I know exactly where I’m going. No one has to remind me what I am yet they continue to do so. Trust me. I see that person each and every morning when I look into the mirror.

Tell me this Alex. Do you have That Sinking Feeling yet? Does it bother you to know that your chance at getting to the top starts with someone, who in your eyes, doesn’t even belong breathing the same air as you? Don’t worry Alex. In a little while you and I won’t be breathing the same air anymore. I’m going to choke the air right out of your lungs. After that you’ll be doing what you’ve done multiple times before. Tucking your tail between your legs, and running. No one is going to fault you for that. Eventually you’ll find a promotion where you’re as big a deal as you keep telling yourself that you are. It just won’t be SCW.

It isn’t a secret that I’ve been very conflicted in my life. For as long as I can remember I’ve had these voices in my head. Pulling me in different directions. It almost changes by the minute. The only direction that keeps me sane, and gets me by is hurting people. This week Alex Kaelin and Gavin Stephens are on the list.  These voices are telling me I need to inflict the same pain on you that I’ve felt for as long as I can remember. That’s why at Climax Control as I am breaking you two down you’ll see a smile on my face. For that fifteen minutes, or however long the match is, those voices stop. They let me have peace. My beef isn’t with you two though. It runs deeper with that. It just so happens you two are the first on the list. But more importantly you won’t be the last.

Knowing who you two have decided to align yourself with, and the other information I’ve been given over the past week I’m not expecting this to be a fair match at all. Actually, I welcome it. Bring it all. Dig down deep. Rack your brain. Whatever you think is going to help you get the victory I want. When the dust settles after JT and I beat you I don’t want to hear any bullshit excuses that you had to modify your game plan to stay within the rules. Just be prepared that whatever you decide to throw at us we’re going to bring back ten times over. The twitter bullshit is over. No more words. No more hashtags. It’s all going to come down to skill. The Gold Rush is coming. Hopefully you’re hungry cause were going to make you eat each and every one of those words.

Stephens. You may be bold. You may be blunt. But I’m the fucking lighter. Time to spark it up, and put you Down In Flames.

Pretty soon the SCW community will be calling me John Wilkes Booth, because I’m gonna blow your mind.

The Assassin,
Caleb Houston