The Guy Fausto

I kinda agree really. All three of us had ideas, but we were rushed cause none of our schedules really match up at all. Short on time made us make bad decisions all around in a rush. The MIAness of a certain non-Hall of Famer roidhead also put so kinks in our plans. But there are still plans I think would work out and I have an explanation of Guy no-selling which will be explained soon enough. Also apparently Trance just wants to see my mantits. :(

This atmosphere isn't very inviting for a return. Personally, I think only Badass Bill can save us.

Jacobs says Extreme alot... HOLY SHIT SHITTY COMMENTATOR JEFFREY JACOBS IS JUAN PABLO. And you all thought it was Majin.

Speed doesn't effect walking I've been lead to believe. Only running speed. Scaggs and Poling need a few tweaks before I'm going to upload them. But do think we ought to get Mania on it so we can retire the old Wrestling Spirit generic pics. Leonheart said he made Stacy Clark, so I'll likely make a Jim Black next time I'm on and then our major NPC bases will be covered.

1) I've used 11 and 12 like thrice. 2) Jay can't name wrestling moves for shit. May as well have just named them "Whattamanauver 1-12" Basic Message: Pick moves, stick with them, try to hit them in matches. Anything from strikes, to grapples, Making people care about a few moves has more value than doing every move in the game once or twice. This is basically true of the WWE. It's formulaic, because goddamn it, it works. I'm sure John Cena actually does more than 10 moves, but he gets ragged on because NO ONE Notices those moves, because they are either basic or they are just something he did once. He hits his fisherman suplex thing, it gets a reaction. It tells the story that Cena is in control of the match. Aries pulls off a nasty looking DDT in one match. No one notices. Aries keeps it up, and every match he hits that DDT out of nowhere to reclaim that match, people will start noticing that move. It becomes an Aries move.(granted EVERYONE does a DDT, so bad example, but get what I mean).

The counterpoint is if everyone is crazy, being crazy is boring.

Enthusiasm is contagious. Boredom is also contagious. I'ma elaborate on the character thing Kage said. I've been in a bit of slump recently myself. This slump mirrrors the slump of OCW. I wonder why I continue to bother instead of throwing the towel in constantly. I like wrestling. I like it as a medium for storytelling. E-fedding is basically, as nerdy as it sounds, Dungeons and Dragons: Pro Wrestling Edition. You just use a horrible video game instead of a twenty sided die. But like a D&D game, you can have the most interesting character in the world, but you'll still have a miserable time if everyone is generic as hell. This is my call to create something more. I encourage people to come up with something better. It's hard to be original when everything has been done, but originality is simply stealing someone elses' idea, fidgeting with it, and making your own. Majin. If you boil it down to the simplest of terms, you have antisocial sociopath. So? Raven's done it. There's been lots of other bad brooding imitation characters. Majin made it his own by adding his own twist - delusions of grandeur, cackling like mad, and whatever. Get me some characters. I can't tell most of you apart, because you've given me no reason to care. Everyone seems to be serious wrestling guy, or just people who were never hugged enough as children. We have way too many damn heels. it's harder to be loved than hated I know, but who's going to care when two heels meet? AJ and Kage feuded, but AJ was quickly turned face by default. AJ knew someone had to be the good guy. Evolve more naturally. I see radical changes for no reason. Some could say I dropped the hobo abruptly, but that was a decision of circumstance. When you switch constantly, it confuses people and makes them lose interest in your character. My current character is an extension of Guy despising OCW. He wants it to fail. And when he sees it weak, he celebrates its apparent demise. But OOC, it's a call to prove Guy Fausto wrong. Prove that the place isn't a shell of its former self. Show him up. Give him comeuppance. As I said, you don't have to be an out there character. You can take influences from your favorite wrestlers, blend them together. Again, I'll flat out admit I'm borrowing heavily from Chris Jericho's WWE gimmick from last year - an asshole who tells something that's actually true to an extent, just said in a completely jackass manner. But I applied Guy's complete hatred for the company to it, made it relevent. Er go, it becomes 'influenced by' instead of flatly ripped off. Get those creative juices flowing. Do something different. Be entertaining - you don't have to be funny, you don't have to be violent, because entertaining is a broad word. The golden age of OCW was when there were so many entertaining characters running around, people wanted to see more than one match. This current crop either has it in them, or we're just going to continue to whimper, peter out, and die. Just like the character of Guy Fausto says. Prove Guy wrong. Make it fun again, rather than an excercise in futility.

Partly the blame of the game. None of the matches are very fun to play. Ladder matches are torturous. 1v1 Cage matches are fine, but any multi-person Cage match is hell. Triple Threat/Four Way Matches in general have a high tendency to go to the least ethical of the players, and usually boils downt to annoying to play due to poor targetting system. Someone usually feels cheated. It's more of the shitty game than anything else. 2k6 was fun. 2k7 was a step down but still fun. 2k8/2k9 I've never played for fun really.

A camera man shambles down a small hallway in an apartment building. Beaten and abused, there is graffiti all over the walls along the way to the door. The Camera man knocks on the door. He receives no response. He knocks again. No response. He begins pounding the crap out of the door, as he hears a loud person from down the hall screams through his door. Voice: “Yo, If you’re looking for Dopey J, he’s at the door next to yours. But as this time of night, he’s going to charge you twice as much, ya know?!” The camera man shrugs and beats on the door once more. The door cracks open, enough by a chain. The door is then slammed in the camera man’s face. Camera man: “Mr. Fausto? Are you there?” There’s no response as the camera man waits a few seconds before pounding on the door once more. Fausto, through the door: “Piss off.” CM: “Can’t do that. Versus has given me strict orders with a healthy bonus waiting to get you to say a few words in lieu of a Riot.” Fausto, through the door: “You can tell Versus that he can piss off too.” CM: “I’m not leaving until I get something respectable.” Fausto, through the door: “Piss off or I’m going to call the cops.” CM: “You really think the cops are going to show up quickly in this neighborhood? If at all? It’ll take them a bit to get all their riot gear together.” Fausto, through the door: “...Knew I shouldn’t have taken the apartment next to Dopey J.” Fausto reluctantly opens the door, as the Camera man walks in. Fausto switches on the lights revealing a dump covered with tattered flannel, bath robes, dusty books, mostly on various inane subjects with a lot of them on contract law. The international title in particular is haphazardly dangling out of a top hat. Everything is strewn about on the floor, with almost visible stench emerging from each of them. Fausto himself is half asleep in a purple teddy bear pajamas. Fausto: “True barbarism in this company. This is how you treat your employees. You go out of your way to wake them up in the middle of the night. I mean it’s two o’clock in the morning for Christ’s sakes.” CM: “Versus said this’d be the best time to find you.” Fausto: “Versus is a damn asshole. He can put the happy go lucky stoner act on again all he wants, but I know people don’t change. He’s the same manipulative scheming megalomaniac he was before, he just put a different coat of paint on.” CM: “Are you going to get this done with or are you going to complain until the sun rises.” Fausto: “With this company I could do so until the pay per view and never repeat myself. Have a seat so you can get the hell out of my house faster.” CM: “This place sucks.” Fausto: “Don’t care.” CM: “Aren’t you one of the top paid people in OCW through the bonuses, merchandise and all that alone?” Fausto: “Yes. And your point is?” CM: “Shouldn’t you be living somewhere else besides next to Dopey J?” Fausto: “I don’t judge your choices in residence, do I? Sit down and shut up.” The camera pans to bean bag chairs as Fausto plops himself into a yellow bean bag chair. CM: “Bean bag chairs?” Fausto: “ Half price at the dollar store. Sit down and shut up. Quicker we do this, the quicker you can get your bonus and the quicker I can go back to sleep.” CM: “Alright, alright.” The camera man plops down and has the camera focused on Fausto. Fausto: “Really should have expected it. Bunch of savages in that company. What did he want?” There’s a silence for a bit as you hear the camera man rustling around and unfolding a piece of paper. CM: “...Umm...why a local boy? That was clearly not on Valmont’s level as you said.” Fausto: “What do you mean? Not on Valmont’s level? I Didn’t see Valmont’s hand get raised at the end of the match didn’t you?” Fausto flashes a devilish grin. CM: “Uhh...because you cuttered him when the referees back was turned?” Fausto: “Just proving my point further. Of how meaningless it all is. You have little Michael O’Malley, a boy who was horribly outclassed. Yet even when he knew he couldn’t cut it, he went for any way to get a fleeting chance at glory he could. If he saw Valmont down, he went for a cover, no matter how improbable his victory might be. He went for every cheap win opportunity in the book. Everyone, including him, knew that if pulled out the victory, it’d be only regarded as a fluke. And when he got the victory, no one thought better of him. No one offered him a contract. In his own indy circuit, he’s that jobber that got a cheap victory over Valmont, who no one will still pay to see.” CM: "...I don’t see your point yet.” Fausto: “There are parallels here. Look at little O’Malley as Valmont. He won the OCW Championship, but it was a cheap victory. Two times he won the championship like this. And no one thinks the better of him because of it. He’s still juicebox, he’s still that jobber who kept asking for chinlocks. He just happens to have a streak of luck to manage to climb to the top to be the cream of the crap. Even defending against Aries he got lucky. Perhaps the same thing happened to Aries that happened to me? He thought so little of Valmont that victory was assured, so the ultimate opportunist managed to pull the upset. That could really explain why there’s so much sand in his vagina. “ CM: “You still have no respect for Valmont is what you’re saying?” Fausto: “Why should I respect anyone in this company? As I said, they’re a bunch of moronic savages for even willingly working here. I can’t get out of my contract, but what’s there excuse, really?” CM: “Alright, alright. I suppose that’s enough...” Fausto: “Oh...I wanted to add one last thing since I believe the pay per view is this Sunday. While I have said that Valmont is the perfect face for this company as it is on the downward spiral, I’m going to have to retract this statement. Because in the past week, I’ve put it to thought that there is something so much better to be the face of this company on its downward spiral. Me. No, no, not because I am failure personified, but because there is nothing this company should be remembered for more than my laughing face cackling ‘I told you so’ as this company continues its death march to bankruptcy. I want to hold the belt that is suppose to symbolize OCW and look down and simply laugh. Because that’s what it deserves.” CM: “...You’re a kook, you know that?” Fausto: “Get the hell out of here now before you tear my fifty cent bean bag chair.” The camera drops to waist height as it turns off.

I was right all the long. I refused to work with him outside setting up a match for this reason, I always knew he was a piece of shit, I mean, if someone tries that much to get into an e-fed instead of moving on with their lives, it's pretty damn pathetic. Yeah, Dane, when I ignored you on AIM? Because I hated you and wanted nothing to do with you. Also destroying OCW? GIMMICK INFRINGMENT. To quote Pope Posion the XVIII, "Thee shall Die in a fire, faggot." By the way, even giving him this chance, you've encouraged himt hat he can get back in. He now thinks with enough determination and nagging Jay will be soft again and let him back in, because clearly his life revolves around OCW. It's not complete unless he's being a failure here, and the only failure in OCW we accept is Heaton. He's atleast an entertaining failure.

You people don't know what shooting is.

The vicious cycle continues, no one ever learning from history.

Hardcore Title match sounds TNAish. Being TNAish isn't a good thing.

You clearly didn't watch the matches. Parker could have beaten me in both matches, it was simply a matter of luck there. Parker would more than likely destroy you. Don't be mouthy egomaniacal rookie #48207.

I'm waiting for a card, I have angles and ideas in the works. I'm just a lazy bastard who don't post much.

Really I think it all comes down to if Valmont manges to be interesting with his reign. All it boils down to, will he make people care? And maybe people can go for the WHC since me and Nate have accidentally put the International and Pride titles on lockdown. Sorry about that.

...AHEM. Think someone has countered my Airplane Spin to cutter combo before though, not sure.

I swap finishers depending on importance and match. IE LMS at WL: Rated RKO. Didn't want to use that again so soon since its shitty as a normal finisher(if anyone uses it as such, I'll chinlock your first born.). TLC is pinfall only, so I couldn't use my normal Camel Clutch finish, so I went with my alternate impact finish which everyone hates, the Guyionsault. I let Mayhem up because he said I was a little rushy with the set up. Communication does wonders.

Who needs titles when you can have Nate eat your opponent's brains? You have your priorities backwards my dear Varsuse. Although the honest and not-crazy reasoning is simply that both factions would not be remembered nearly as much without that rivalry. Before ToP, Rev Inc was a loose association of guys who happened to hang out together. After Rev Inc., ToP was a loose assoication of guys who happened to hang out together(granted a bit of resurgence with the return of Majin and my first OCW Title reign). It was the rivalry that made both groups great, and why no group since then has truly touched them. Oh yes...By the way, there is one reason Rev Inc. loses. ...You have Yohansen among your group's alumni. You can't win when you have Yohansen among your history. You just can't.

ToP had a hall of famer as its Zombie Butler. ToP wins.

It's a shame too. Maybe with a shiny belt you could see Smythe in a dark room when he wasn't smiling.

Fausto: “Shouldigowithepissstainyelloworthewinestainedmaro on?” The Scene fades in as Fausto, in full hobo regalia and pink bathrobe holds up two other robes in a solitary janitorial closet with the door wide open. One that is a brownish yellow, the other looking as if it were sitting on the bottom of a tub in winery. Fausto: “Fashionforhobofightsissotoughtodecide.” Vimes: “There you are.” Vimes comes into the closet and closes it behind him. Vimes: “You’re a hard one to keep track of.” Fausto holds the robes up to his torso. Fausto: “Whatdoyouthinkpissstainyelloworwinestainmaroon?” Vimes: “You’re a hideous chubby beast and you’re going to look terrible in whatever you wear.” Fausto: “Youarenotanicehelpermidget.” Vimes: “There’s more important things to worry about, you know.” Fausto: “Youreright.” Fausto turns around, seeming to settle on the yellow brown robe. He then switches to two pieces of flannel. Both are dank and filthy as hell, with one blue and the other black. Fausto: “Addingnewshirtstomycollectionbecauseitsbeengettin gcolderoutside.” Vimes: “I’ve watched your entire career in this company. You’ve dealt with many psychos before. It’s like you just attract them.” Fausto: “Bluewouldbringoutthecolorofmyeyeseventhoughtheirb rown.” Vimes: “I’ve seen the way Nate Ortiz gets. You’re one of his biggest rivals. He can be a sadistic man and he has done so many times against you. Sure, you provoked some of it there, but the point is Nate can be pretty vicious. But he’s not the worst of em.” Fausto: “Blacklookscoolthoughandblackisalwayscoolitwillmak emecoolwiththeeighteentothirtyfourdemographic.” Vimes: “You had Blake Ma’jin. A psychopath who thought he was the hottest and sexy person in OCW. If you look at him, you’d think he’d a psychopath on the combination of that belief and his appearance alone. He loved mind games. Nothing more than playing with your head. And some fascination with giving you a make over.” Fausto: “Imadeblondelookgooddammit.” Vimes: “You had Parker’s tag team partner...Michael Morrison. A psycho, but at least a direct psycho. He had no reservations about simply punching you in the face. He’s confusing to understand as a whole, but his motivations were not. He was straight to the point, no bullshit, he just punched you in the damn face and that was it. That made his day.” Fausto: “Blackisveryclichethoughandimafasiontrendsetter.” Vimes: “But there’s just something wrong about Parker. At first, he was just like Morrison. He just wanted to hurt you. Nothing fancy, week in, week out, he wanted to destroy you. He nearly did at Road To Glory.” Fausto: “TheblackonesmelltoocleanhowiamIsupposetobeprotect edfromtheplagueifitstooclean?” Vimes: “That I could deal with. Direct, pissed off psychos are easy to deal with. But he showed restraint two weeks ago. There’s something different there, and I’ve been around in this business long enough to see it. He’s waiting. He’s letting the desire to destroy you build up.” Fausto: “Theblueoneseemsextradankywhichmeansextraprotectio nfromtheplague.” Vimes: “He’s going to unleash at Wrestlution. I mean, what better stage to destroy someone, where millions of viewers from around the world will be watching it? And because you had to open your big, stinky, rotting mouth, he doesn’t have to beat you to a three count. He’s going to try to beat you into unconsciousness, and possibly past that.” Fausto: “Reallyleadingtowardstheblueonewhatdoyouthinkhelpe rmidget?” Vimes: “Have you been listening to a word I said? There’s a cold, calculated psychopath after you who wants to crush your skull and I am absolutely sure he doesn’t care what you’re wearing when he does it. You need to get yourself in gear, hobo, do some training, do something. It’s not about the title here.” Fausto: “Shinymetalgoldthingisanametagforshoppingcartkeeps otherhobosaway.” Vimes: “You’re going to sit here apathetic while all this happens. You’re not going to give a shit until he’s breathing down your neck with a chair about to go across the back of your skull.” Fausto: “Itisthewayofthehobofighthobospreparefornothingbec ausrhtheyarealwaysprepared.” Vimes: “You’re a goddamned idiot. There’s really nothing I can do here. This is completely you, you and your idiot luck. There’s something the back of my head that hopes Parker succeeds. I’d wish for it openly if I didn’t like money so much, just so you can stop being a hideous idiot savant. Then again, you’ll always be hideous.” Vimes facepalms himself, shakes his head, then leaves the closet. Fausto: “Theansweristowearbothsoimlesslikelytogetthecoldor plagueorthedreadedocoldplague.”

Geomon is going to have a heart attack.

Something's amiss when Smythe is main eventing WL while me and Nate are fighting for secondary and teritary titles.

Oh shit. Must of forgot to stick it onto the RPs....This is what was suppose to happen as the Fausto RP: https://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=batch_download&batch_id=UmNMRkJSZ1AwMEd4dnc9PQ if Regan would add it, great. Elsewise, consider this my half-assed fix for my mistake.