-|Caleb Houston|-
“Damn it feels so good to be back.”
I could be heard saying to myself as the MWA promo vision cameras slowly began
to make their transition in from black. I was still covered in sweat from my
match with Corey Chevelle. I made my way over to the shower and stripped out of
my clothes feeling the hot water rush over my body was a very welcomed feeling
at this point. Although I didn’t have the time to enjoy it too much I needed to
get home and see Kayla. If I was ever going to repair our relationship I needed
to start now. Stepping out of the shower I grabbed the white towel and began to
dry off. The minor details can be ignored. Once I was finally clean and dry I
began to pull on my clothes for the long ride home. Topping the outfit off with
a black Contract Killer hoodie, blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. I
zipped my bad shut and put my nametag back on it. Someone from MWA would make
sure my gear would get to Paris for the PPV. Stepping out of the locker room I
made my way down the seemingly vacant hallway. Here I was getting back to the
same thing I did in EWA the first one here last one to leave. I pushed my way
out of the large black doors at the end of the hallway and stepped out into the
brisk October air.
-|Caleb Houston|-
“Smells like Halloween.”
I said to myself as I inhaled. You all know what I mean. Halloween, or fall, just has that certain scent. I made my way over to the white 2009 Honda CBR1000RR. It was one of the last few vehicles sitting in the parking lot at this point. Mostly everyone had got a head start on their trip to Paris. Once I was standing right next to the bike I pulled the keys out of my pocket and started her up. The soft humming from the exhaust made me smile a little bit. There was something about crotch rockets that just always did it for me. I was almost as obsessed with them as my father was with Centralia. I lifted my leg over the bike, stood it up on its wheels, and kicked the stand up. Clicking into second gear I finally took off for home. Making a few turns here and there to get onto the main strip. Once on the highway I finally opened it up clicking through all the gears feeling the bike pull more and more as I did so. After what seemed like fifteen or twenty minutes I slowly began to slow down and exited the highway. Again a few more turns here and there, and we were finally coming to a halt in front of a large apartment complex.
-|Caleb Houston|-
“Home sweet home.”
I said to myself as I leaned the bike onto the kickstand, and stepped off of it. I was ready to start repairing my relationship with Kayla. I had been giving her too little, for too long. Unlocking the front door I slowly made my way into the entrance room. I made my way over to the mailbox. Unlocking it I found today’s mail still tucked inside.
-|Caleb Houston|-
“More bills.”
I said to myself as I flipped through the few letters I had got. I slowly made my way up the stairs. I had gone up about four or five flights before I made my way into a long hallway. My eyes focused on one of the most recent bills I had received. I slid the key in the door to my apartment and unlocked it. Turning the knob I pushed the door open to the dark apartment.
-|Caleb Houston|-
“Hmm.. she must be asleep.”
I said to myself as I clicked the light on. As I made my way through the apartment I was too focused on what was in my hands to pay attention to the fact half my stuff was gone. With my left foot I pushed the door to the bedroom open, and flicked on the light. Looking up from the notes I saw nothing but an empty bed with a piece of paper sitting on it.
-|Caleb Houston|-
“Must have got that contract worked out.”
I said to myself as I set the papers on the end of the bed and made my way over to the letter from Kayla. Picking it up I turned around, and sat down on the end of the bed. As I unfolded the letter I was hit with a quick rush of perfume of Kaylas. I closed my eyes as this tickled my nose. I really did love this girl. I started from the beginning:
Caleb,
You and I have been together for close to a year now. When you and I met I never thought I would love someone ever again. You changed me. It was something about the twenty-one year old boy who wanted to make it as a professional wrestler. All of it made me feel like a little kid again. You swore to me up and down that you would never hurt me, and unfortunately for me I let you in and believed every word you said. I stood by you through thick and thin. When you had lost it all I was there for you working with you to regain it. Little did I know that our endeavor would lead to you meeting April. Incase you were wondering where I am going with all of this Caleb. She came over here today with tears in her eyes, and told me the whole story. Telling me what you two have been doing for the past few months. I can’t believe you would do that. Especially after everything you had said to me. I guess I was wrong about you. I loved you Caleb, but I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. I hope after you read this letter you can realize what you were doing, and what you lost by doing so. I’ll have the rest of my things out of here by November 1st.
Kayla Watkins
After I finished reading the letter I sat there for a few seconds in shock. My hands were shaking I couldn’t believe this had happened. She had found out. But the worst part was she found out from someone other than me. How could I blame her for leaving me? I would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed. I let the letter slip from the tips of my fingers and gracefully it floated to the ground. With the last of my energy I pushed myself up from the bed and slowly began making my way over to the closet. Sliding the door open I noticed all of her clothing, and shoes were gone. I could feel the rage inside me building up as I turned away from the closet and made my way over to the bedroom door. Noticing our picture wasn’t hanging by it anymore something inside me finally snapped. I had lost all control of my anger. I began to swing hitting anything in the way. Doors, walls, dressers. It didn’t matter what it was if it got in front of my fist it was getting hit. Once my hands started to bleed I began to throw things. I needed something… anything to help me get this anger out. After about ten minutes of this episode I collapsed into the black couch in the center of the living room, and brought my bruised and bloodied hands up to my face. With one deep scream the MWA PromoVision cameras slowly began to fade out.
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To Whom It May Concern,
"How stupid could I really be? I mean did I really think I was going to be able to keep this secret as long as I did? Most people would be lucky if they could cheat once and not get caught. I have been doing it for months. Sure there have almost been a few slipups, but somehow I always kept it under wraps. Sure, now that Kayla and I were over I could just call up April and return to her. Maybe start a future with her. But I loved Kayla, and I was still on my creep. How could I be sure in a few months I wasn’t going to be doing the same thing to April, and maybe in another years time I’d be sitting in the same boat. Maybe it’s time I put all my focus back into my career. Make my way back to the top. Show the world exactly what I tried to show them in the EWA. Yeah, that was it. No more distractions. Just destruction."
"Kayla, I know there could be nothing I would ever say that would ease the pain you are feeling. Trust me. I feel it, too. I may have made the mistakes, but I hurt too. I hope that one day you can find what you’re looking for. Find someone who won’t do the things I did to you, and if not hopefully I can prove to you I’ve learned my lesson and we can give it another shot. I know I can’t change what I did, or the way you found out, but trust me if I could I would… in a heartbeat. You’ve always been mine. Every night with her I thought about you."
"Now, time to focus on the task at hand. In just a few short days I will be stepping into the ring against a newcomer to the MWA in Sean Mason for a shot at the Heritage Championship. Let’s take a few seconds and think about what Heritage is. Heritage refers to something which is inherited from one's ancestors. It’s kind of fitting that I would be in the runnings for a title with that name. My whole being is wrestling. Mixed Martial Arts. Fighting. Whatever term you choose to describe it. My whole life I’ve been a fighter. I guess I picked it up from my grandfather. He’s the one who get me started in my love for fighting. The s stories he would tell me of World War II and the pride fighting on the battleships during his time in the navy. At the ripe age of 19 he was the champion of his ship. He was lights out. Just like myself. My time in professional wrestling I have been lights out. It seems to me as if the belt was made to be around my waist. Don't you think it would look good?"
"Now, what’s exactly standing in my way of getting to that title? Sean Mason? A man who seems to live in the past a little bit more than I do. Woah, wait a second. Did I just admit to that? I, Caleb Houston, live in the past? Well it’s true. I’ve been spending so much time lately trying to regain the status I had a year ago in EWA and it’s almost been impossible to get to. Well it’s time I stop working so hard for that, and just start doing my thing. You can’t focus on what you do, or what you want to do. You need to just go out there, and when the lights are on it’s time to perform. No matter what the stage is I’m ready to perform. Especially this time being it a number 1 contender match at an international PPV."
“Anyways, Sean I’m glad you’ve been working with Mr. Cage. It really makes me feel special inside that someone would remember me and even after a year would still want to see me fail. It’s just unfortunate for you that you picked the wrong guy to train with. If I remember correctly he was the same guy who couldn’t even wash my jock strap in EWA. Does the little training sessions you two have been having mean I have a chance to see him this weekend in Paris? Do I need to expect him to be out there holding your hand, and coddling you throughout the match? Or are you a big enough boy to walk down to the ring by yourself?”
“One thing you were right about, Sean is that many people do watch television. Let me as you a question. Are you ready to be the reason everyone watches television? Are you ready to be the reason Hellmouth is getting ratings? I am. Boy am I ever ready. You see Pay Per Views are the ways to get cut the big checks.”
“I’m glad you think you know me, Sean. Because just when people get comfortable and start to believe they knew me, or they can predict me I switch up my whole arsenal. Unlike most professional wrestlers I don’t dedicate myself to one offensive strategy. I used all my training, all my background to get the upper hand. Which is why I’ve always been damn near impossible to beat. Only one singles wrestler knows what it’s like to hold a victory over me, he goes by the name Matthew Moore, and I’m positive he hasn’t given you any pointers for this weekend. You can take all your training and everything Dylan has told you and throw it right out the window. You think you know, but you have NO idea what’s in store for you.”
“I’ve listened to every word you’ve said to, and about me Sean. Everything inside of me is praying you have it in you to back it up. So many people have been able to talk, but none of them could ever cash the checks their mouth wrote. I don’t think anyone could have said it more perfectly than Alexisonfire. I believe the words go something like ‘Oh God. Hurt so fucking good. I want you to fucking wreck me. I want you to wreck me. I want you to ruin me.’ I welcome the pain. Actually I thrive off the pain. It’s almost as if it’s some sort of fetish of mine. Blood. Stitches. Broken bones. I … I feel kind of weird saying this but I enjoy it. Sean, at Hellmouth I plan on beating you within inches of your life. I plan on locking in that chokehold so quickly that you won’t even have time to tap out before you pass out.“
“Before we go I would like to take a little bit of time to ask for forgiveness. First off Jackie Sweets I would like to apologize in advance for what I am going to do to one of your newcomers, and for whatever lawsuits his family may present to you after the mauling. Second, God please forgive me for whatever may happen at Hellmouth. This time I really don’t think I’m going to be able to keep my head on straight.”
“In closing Sean I’m welcoming you inside of my head. I challenge you to try and figure me out. Even after twenty-two years I’ve yet to figure out what’s going on up in my head. So many people have tried, but they’ve all failed. So right here right now Sean Mason I challenge you. Can you survive the Gold Rush?”
The Idiot,
Caleb Houston
