RE: Angel Castillo vs.
(FADEIN: This time we fade in to "El Diablo"'s Chicago apartment. It is nothing special, Cuban flag on the wall, santero in the corner, kitchenette, couch, TV. Upon the couch sits Angel Castillo, watching TV. He realizes the camera crew has arrived, and suddenly a big smile caresses his cheeks.)
Castillo: Showtime, man, I thought you were just a simple bland white-as-white-bread-whitey, but I didn't know you were stupid as well! I was gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and think you just missed the day at school they taught you analogies in english class, but now I just don't believe it. Let me tell you something. I happen to like New England clam chowder, but I prefer conch chowder, and even when I need a quick snack, I like a bowl of mashed potatoes out of the fridge, but it stands, the latter is quite bland, unless it has the right gravy. You sir, have no gravy.
(He pauses to consider what he just said, hesitates. then continues.)
Castillo: Well, that is, the proverbial gravy. Anyway, and you think when I was mentioning the qualities of the mango, I was also attributing the same qualities to you, but no, I'm not that type you find in the after hours clubs. That's just your own sick way of warping my words. But just as much you are like a bowl of cold mashed potatoes, you are the opposite of a mango, and that is, practically no good qualities. All this talk of mangos is getting me hungry. Good thing I brought a few extra...
("El Diablo" walks over to the mini fridge in his kitchenette, grabs a mango, then produces a vegetable peeler, as peels the mango to reveal its yellow flesh.)
Castillo: You see, unlike you, the mango has it's greatest qualities underneath the skin, which itself causes an allergic reaction to many and causes people to avoid it. But you are quite hollow and there is no "flesh" to you. And yes, I have seen you before. When I learned about having this match with you, proper strategy would dictate I learn as much about you as I can, so I got photos, tapes, what have you. It just allows me to truthfully state your sheer unadulterated bland no-spice rythemless being. You know, I have no idea where you got this "latino heat" nonsense, but there is no doubt a latin rythym can create great heat. The very heat that boils a man's blood when he hears the sounds of the music of his country, that automatically sets his hips gyrating to the melody of his native sound. It is the same heat that wells in my blood at the thrill of combat, and which sets my rythym to overtake the opponent. Now, I must ask you, "Showtime". Do you have that same boiling in your blood? Will you have that same heat in your soul when we meet in the ring? Will you be able to overcome me? I'll leave you to answer those questions in the ring.
(FTB as "El Diablo" takes a few big bites out of the mango and smiles after each bite.)
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