The Guy Fausto

I agree completely. I wouldn't be against cutting down to 2. I try not to miss stuff, but I'll be completely honest, I'll skip ahead on a match to speed up the process. Each Show is roghly an hour or so of content, prob more, and an extra hour or so aday is kinda like a chore, instead of something you enjoy.

Guy Fausto $10,000. Give me my money for Nate losing my title for me.

That's my title. Come Sunday, I'll be needing it back. /Guytista. Prepare for the next three years to be nothing but Guy Fausto PPV title shots.

The camera fades into a television filming set. There is a chair sitting in front of a gray screen, with a banner for D.A.R.E. hanging over it. A TV crew is sputtering about trying to prepare to record a commercial. The camera focuses in on one who seems to be the producer, a small attractive looking woman with glasses. She seems to be stressing out over something. Producer: “Where the hell is he? Damn these athletic types. Always late and causing trouble.” As she is about to continue to complain, a knock is heard on the door to the studio. She goes to open the door, and it reveals Guy Fausto with the OCW World Heavyweight Championship. He is flanked by his usual band of misfit associates. Casey is first, having her dreads in a bun with reading glasses, assuming a mockery of an assistant or secretary. Producer: “Guy Fausto, I presume?” Fausto: “Yes m’am. I’m here to do this commercial Jay says I have to do?” Producer: “As I thought. Who are they?” Fausto: “People who follow me around when I don’t need them solely for the purpose of annoying the ever living bloody hell out of me.” Casey: “I am Mr. Fausto’s assistant, and these people are his entourage.” Fausto: “I never hired you as an assistant and I don’t want an entourage following me around!” Producer: “…They…they do know what this is for, don’t they?” Fausto: “Yes?” Producer: “Then why are they all smoking cigarettes?” The Steve: “The Steve is not smoking a cigarette. The Steve will not disclose what The Steve is smoking until he’s sure you aren’t a narc.” Fausto: “Is it enough that I’m not on anything?” Morrison: “Even though he should be?” Fausto: “Prozac is expensive.” Producer: “Right…right. I suppose.” The Producer leads the pack in. She picks up a script and hands it to Fausto. Producer: “This shouldn’t take long. Just memorize the speech in there, say it on screen, and you can leave.” Fausto’s Entourage disbands and begins going around the set. They aren’t doing anything illegal. Seriously. Would I lie to you? Fausto: “I’m done.” Producer: “But you only had it for 5 seconds…” Fausto: “Photo-realistic memory. I have documentaries to watch. Let’s get this over with.” Fausto sits on the stool, with the OCW Title over his shoulder. Producer: “OK, people, let’s get this show on the road.” The crew begins to gather around the camera. Producer: “Three…two…one…ACTION.” Fausto: “Hello, I am OCW World Heavyweight Champion Guy Fausto. I’m here to talk to you tonight about Drug abuse…” As Fausto continues on with his speech, The Steve walks through the background. He stands behind Fausto as he speaks, and takes a bottle of pills out of his pocket. He begins popping them into his mouth like candy. Producer: “CUT!” Fausto: “Doing Drugs will cause you to turn into a three headed monster named Jeff…What I do?” Producer: “Nothing. It’s your buddy back there!” Fausto: “But children love The Steve!” Producer: “He’s popping pills in an anti-drug commercial! It’s pretty obvious what the problem is here!” Majin: “The Steve’s just taking his supplements. It’ll tell the kids to take their vitamins!” Producer: “Those aren’t vitamins! And why is he doing it in the back of the shot!? Why can’t he do it somewhere more…private?” The Steve: “The Steve will consume The Steve’s supplements wherever The Steve damn well pleases.” Producer: “Please get off the set!” The Steve: “The Steve will leave the set. Because The Steve wants to leave the set, not because some stuck up cunt is telling The Steve to.” The Steve leaves the set, as Guy just idly waits. Fausto: “Can we hurry up? There’s only so much time before they release Volume 5 of the documentary you know.” Producer: “Okay, let’s start rolling people. ACTION!” Fausto begins to read off the lines again. He gets along longer this time, until Michael Morrison walks behind Fausto and begins mouthing everything he’s saying mockingly. Producer: “CUT!” Fausto: “Marijuana stabbed my sister, and stole my second cousin’s car…what I do now?” Producer: “Nothing Mr. Fausto, one of your damn associates got in the shot again.” Morrison: “I was just applying the proper tone to the message. Have you even done any fact checking on some of these claims?” Producer: “It’s not important, it’s about the message.” Fausto: “But Marijuana stabbed my sister!” Casey: “…You don’t have a sister Guy.” Fausto: “…Oh yeah.” Morrison: “I suggest we consult our resident expert on Narcotics. Steve?” The Steve is half asleep on a sound crate, somehow dozing off minutes after the interrupting the taping. Producer: “He’s an expert on Narcotics?” Majin: “The Steve conducts experiments with them daily. He’s been doing human testing for years now.” The Steve rises off the sound crate. The Steve: “The Steve knows all. Do not doubt the Omnipotence of The Steve.” Fausto: “I don’t know guys. Is The Steve really the best person to ask to help film an Anti-Drug commercial?” Majin: “Hehe, what’s the worst that can happen?” The scene fades out, then fades back into Guy Fausto sitting on a chair with a newspaper. Fausto: “Well I hope you’re all happy. The ad got banned and there’s a national outrage surrounding it.” The camera pulls out to reveal interior of a jet, with the various ToP members scattered about. Morrison: “Seems the national public can’t take a little bit of the truth.” Fausto: “Steve said that drug use should be mandatory and that kids should be given their first joint at Age 5.” Morrison: “…Still, more truthful than Marijuana stabbing your non-existent sister.” Fausto: “…Sniff, Karen…” Morrison: “Please stop naming your relatives that don’t exist.” Fausto: “…You do know Anti-Drug means don’t you Steve?” The Steve is sleeping upside down on one of the seats in the jet. The Steve: “The Steve will do as he pleases.” Majin: “You know, I’ve been thinking… If we’re meant to be an anarchist anti-establishment faction who spits at conformity…why the hell do we have a jet?” Fausto: “We’ve gone corporate!” Casey: “We had the jet before that…” Fausto: “Oh…” ToP just stares into the distance collectively blankly. Fausto: “…Let’s just blame Michael Heaton.” Morrison: “Of course.” Majin: “It’s the sensible thing to do.”

It helps if you have your mic on so people can hear you if you have a problem and you're upfront about it if you feel wronged- don't go whining to the higher ups until you've had a word with whoever you feel wronged you.

Don't watch much David Jackson do you?

I prefer the Proposed stables of AJ Phoenix, Brian James, CJ Hoppus, and DJ Chino. (ABCDJ) Or The three letter acronym stable of DDG, MMW, and MMM.

And he tried to steal my finisher. That I stole from Baxter. Yeah.

I can just use a Sub A version next time so there's no chance for that.:P

I hate you Spoon for making me work harder to win with a Sub B.

I haven't watched it. BUT GREAT SHOW. /asshole

Same could be said for me. I'm just not a dick who points it out. Except when it's bandwagon jumping. Yay.

Ooh, and I'll bring my "If AJ Wins, we Animosity" sign! Wait...I think I screwed up...

Nate gets deported. AMERICA HEEL TURN. And forming an alliance with Nate will make the boss sad. And when the boss is sad, 3 on 1s occur.

It's Jay. Please him by turning on Nate.

Stop stealing my gimmick!

Time vs. Leon. Must resist rude remark...must...

Wrong thread, Michael.

Results, as I recall them, they may be wrong- Parker Stevens d. Banjo Grimm Otomo Mushashi d. Kavito Katinzo Hitachi d. Vega Chris Ryder d. Leonheart Guy Fausto d. The Steve, Michael Morrison, & Majin Alex Cooper d. Mugen Chris Mania d. The Air Eddie Allen vs. Michael Heaton vs. Defecto vs. Morleck- No Contest. Boxing Jesus d. The Steve of Nazereth, Zombie Nate, & Sideshow The Klown Chris Mania d. Leonheart to become the new North American Champion.

Quit Spamming.

RD would like to have a word with you.

"CCW? The Steve never liked CCW. FUCK CCW. The Steve has always been OCW for life."

I can settle your problems with me as champion with my mastery of restholds. :(

I read an arcticle on some gaming site once(I forgot which) and it basically said that writing/story for a lot of games is basically a dirty word for a lot of companies. How much truth to this?

Or lack of pulse. I'm lookin at you Zombie Nate.