A giant clusterfuck of doom? What in the blue hell exactly is this damn confangled match? If I knew more about this match, hell, I might be cautious, but I know absolutely nothing about it, except for that it’s a…match. And thats the point at hand. The point being it’s a match, and that means I need to win it. Every match I need to strive to win. Not because I’m better than everyone else in every one of my matches, because a win is the objective. The win moves us each a step up the ladder. That step we need to take. The more and more steps we take, the closer we are to that level…to the legend status. Then after legend would come…icon. And there’s yet but one last step on that ladder, and it’s to immortal level. I strive to be in the books as the greatest ever, and I will soon do that. It just takes time, and my time will come. You will all see. I will taint your records by shattering them with such force, that you can’t even find the powder left of those records. I don’t gloat, I don’t exaggerate, I may hyperbole, but I never lie. I always tell the truth, no matter how egomaniacal it may be. Don’t hate me because I’m better than you, hate yourselves because you can’t come close to me…
The Scene: Geoff Houston on a couch, sleeping. He must be dreaming or something.
I’m not going to face Maverick in a match anytime soon. Maverick is my friend. Even more so, SV is best friends with Maverick. No way will I get on SV’s nerves, or Maverick’s nerves. They’re the only people that even give me respect in CPW. So if anyone thinks I would destroy any of what I have left, they’re wrong. I refuse to go against Maverick in a match, even if we’re not the only two in the match. Even if a title shot is on the line. So, with that in mind, I’m not going to mess around with the respect I get from SV, Mav and their friends. I’ll get another shot at a title eventually. Hell, Maverick and I will get our rematch for the Dual Pandemonium championships soon enough. So with that in mind, I gracefully back out from the match.
I can respect a man who can be put in a spotlight, then respectfully walk out of the light. Hell, I did it a few times, and in my prime too. So I respect him. Another light will come around for him soon enough. He’s talented. Better than most, so yea, he’ll get his shot soon enough. He doesn’t need to be in some ‘Giant clusterfuck of doom’ to be great. Let Maverick do that one. He’s done enough in his career, this will be just one more thing. Geoff Houston knows when he shouldn’t press an issue, or boast his ego, and that time is now. So all he has to do is wait another week or two. His shot will come. But don’t worry, his time will come.
The scene: A locker room, white walls, clean. Above average as usual, as The Connection, SV, Justin Temple, and CAMRA Man are above average people, worthy of better treatment. Large room. Cooled to the temperature of 65 degrees farenheit. SV is sitting on the couch, holding a twister spinner thingy. Justin Temple and CAMRA Man are hunched over, hands and feet on colors of the twister mat. Maverick is standing over SV, looking down on the spinner. Geoff Houston walks in, hunched over sighing.
Houston: Mav, we have a match together this week.
Maverick: You mean we have another tag match this week?
Houston: No, we’re opponents in a ‘Giant Clusterfuck of Doom’ match for a shot at the Elimination Championship at Damnation and a Day 3. I can’t stay in that match. I don’t want to face you. I can’t face you. I respect you too much. So, with that in mind, I gracefully back out from this match. I have too much respect for you to face you in the ring. I’ve seen all the matches SV and yourself have had. I refuse to have any sort of violence like that against you. Or SV, or anyone else in this room. Except for those two.
[Geoff points to CAMRA and Temple. SV spins the spinner again, and it lands on right foot red]
SV: White nose, on white.
[SV snickers, and Temple looks up at SV. CAMRA looks around and sees the white wall, and runs at it, and smashes his face into the fall, and falls over.]
CAMRA: I WIN! [passes out on the floor.]
Maverick: So you’re going to step out of this match, for me?
Houston: Yeah, I’m fine with it. Don’t try and convince me otherwise. I’ve thought it over, and this is my decision. I will decline this chance at a title shot in order to preserve the respect we have for each other in this room. This is just another curveball the people in CPW’s management have thrown at me again. To quote a famous man, ‘I smell like smoke because I’ve walked through fire.’ So Maverick, I’m giving you this match to win now. So you take this ball and run with it like hell. You beat the rest of those fucks til they can’t see black and white. Maverick, you’ve got to do this one for me.
Maverick: Okay, then I will. No no, I have to do this now. Now that I don’t have to worry about you, and this respect thing going in here, it’s mine for the taking. I mean, who’s gunna stop me? Lord Insane? I think not. Tyler Shane? Tch, he just managed to beat you, but me, I’m crafty. So Geoff, no worries, I’ll win that match.
SV: Ah isn’t this cute? Nah, it’s pretty gay. Heh. [Maverick puts his hand on SV's shoulder] Okay, it’s not gay. Maverick is gonna go out there, and stomp the mudholes he always does. Just like I always used to. So Geoff, don’t worry. It’s money in the bag.
Houston: I’m not worried. Lets do this…
The scene: SV is staring up at Maverick, smirking and CAMRA is out on the floor, Temple standing on the twister mat. Geoff looking around. A scene of champions. This room has more talent than most of CPW.
The Scene: Geoff Houston wakes up, starled, and looks around. He shakes his head and puts the back of his hand to his forehead. He sighs in relief as he’s not going crazy, but stands up, and puts a hand to his chin and smirks.
Houston: I will never back out from a match. Even if it is against Maverick. Besides, we have no idea what’s going on in this match, so we both could win it somehow. No chance you’d catch me backing out from a match. That’s not how SV taught me at all. I’m the best now, because I took every challenge, stood up to it, and then pissed on it’s grave when I was finished. I may not win every battle, but I’ve damn sure won every war I’ve been in. It’s as simple as going down to wars won and wars lost. I’m great, because in the end I have always brought the W to my people and my objective. And that makes me a star. But I know one thing I haven’t done yet. I need to be bold and just say something absolutely crazy and then actually follow through with it…but what.
[Geoff ponders for a moment before getting an idea and pointing to the air.]
AS OF RIGHT NOW, I, GEOFF HOUSTON, THE GREATEST THING CURRENTLY GOING ON IN CPW, AM MAKING A VOW TO EACH AND EVERY PERSON ON THE PLANET. I SAY THIS FROM MY HEART, AND FROM MY EGO. I, GEOFF HOUSTON, VOW…TO BECOME THE NEXT ELIMINATION CHAMPION!
