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Golem vs. Angel Castillo
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Descent From Heaven (Into The Arms Of A Loving Father)
(Cue Up: "The Day The World Went Away" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting out on the balcony of his home. He stares out over the snowy hill unto the horizon, hidden in the night.)
Golem: It's refreshing, you know? I was getting tired of fighting guys like Manson. And the Unholy Alliance. I am glad the GLCW decided to give me some rest, to prepare for the more intense battles of the future. Golem gets his turn on the Desi Arnaz movie reel, versus the GLCW's comical answer to equal opportunities. Has it sunk in yet, Castillo? That you are fighting Golem? Have you yet realized that despite what ability you trick yourself into believing you have, you have no immaculate miracle in you that could possibly even make our match comparable. You are overmatched and outgunned. You find yourself unforunately staring across the spectrum at Golem. I hear the talk, you see. That Angel Castillo has so much potential. I heard the same thing about me back when I was younger. You know what the difference is? I was born into the realization of my potential. You, on the other hand, will have to warm up to the idea of victory. It's a long, hard road to the top, friend, and, unforunately, it goes through Golem. Any claims to the GLCW throne people may have told you that you had, well, they end right here. You aren't getting past me, the sands of your arguous journey get thick and pull you under now. Wit, magic, and a slick-minded manager won't change the fact that I am not the tamed beast people would like to make me out to be. You will learn first-hand that the top of this federation are in good hands with Golem, and that you can be content to learn the great lesson of humility and failure when you face me. Not a very gratifying lesson, perhaps, but one that you will one day thank me for. You see, friend, I plan on opening your eyes, and showing you the way to salvation. It's a long, cold walk but one that you will not have to make alone. Many in this league will find themselves tranversing the icy path to redemption. Golem shall tear you down, and he expects you to build yourself back up again. Maybe, somewhere down the line, you can come back and make a worthy challenge for Golem, but right now this match just doesn't strike me as very fair. You'll come, and you'll try. But you'll just tumble, like all the others, and it will be Golem ascending once again. It's as was so many times before. You see, before people start making wild claims about the old dogs holding down the little guys, they have to realize the little ones must be coddled and carried for a while. Until you can walk, Angel, Golem shall carry you. I am fully able to cosset you, and, unless you can, by some absurd miracle, prove that you deserve better, that is just what I plan on doing. See you in the ring, my young inferior friend, where I will lay you down on your back for a long and blissful nap.
(Golem cracks a slight smile as the camera fades to black.)
(Cue Up: "The Day The World Went Away" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting out on the balcony of his home. He stares out over the snowy hill unto the horizon, hidden in the night.)
Golem: It's refreshing, you know? I was getting tired of fighting guys like Manson. And the Unholy Alliance. I am glad the GLCW decided to give me some rest, to prepare for the more intense battles of the future. Golem gets his turn on the Desi Arnaz movie reel, versus the GLCW's comical answer to equal opportunities. Has it sunk in yet, Castillo? That you are fighting Golem? Have you yet realized that despite what ability you trick yourself into believing you have, you have no immaculate miracle in you that could possibly even make our match comparable. You are overmatched and outgunned. You find yourself unforunately staring across the spectrum at Golem. I hear the talk, you see. That Angel Castillo has so much potential. I heard the same thing about me back when I was younger. You know what the difference is? I was born into the realization of my potential. You, on the other hand, will have to warm up to the idea of victory. It's a long, hard road to the top, friend, and, unforunately, it goes through Golem. Any claims to the GLCW throne people may have told you that you had, well, they end right here. You aren't getting past me, the sands of your arguous journey get thick and pull you under now. Wit, magic, and a slick-minded manager won't change the fact that I am not the tamed beast people would like to make me out to be. You will learn first-hand that the top of this federation are in good hands with Golem, and that you can be content to learn the great lesson of humility and failure when you face me. Not a very gratifying lesson, perhaps, but one that you will one day thank me for. You see, friend, I plan on opening your eyes, and showing you the way to salvation. It's a long, cold walk but one that you will not have to make alone. Many in this league will find themselves tranversing the icy path to redemption. Golem shall tear you down, and he expects you to build yourself back up again. Maybe, somewhere down the line, you can come back and make a worthy challenge for Golem, but right now this match just doesn't strike me as very fair. You'll come, and you'll try. But you'll just tumble, like all the others, and it will be Golem ascending once again. It's as was so many times before. You see, before people start making wild claims about the old dogs holding down the little guys, they have to realize the little ones must be coddled and carried for a while. Until you can walk, Angel, Golem shall carry you. I am fully able to cosset you, and, unless you can, by some absurd miracle, prove that you deserve better, that is just what I plan on doing. See you in the ring, my young inferior friend, where I will lay you down on your back for a long and blissful nap.
(Golem cracks a slight smile as the camera fades to black.)
Diablo
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Bumpy Landing
(FADEIN: Angel Castillo, El Diablo, stands on the street corner near a local bodega, leaning against the lamp post. It is about twilight, so the lamp is already lit.)
Angel Castillo: I see that you're talking, but you're not communicating. Of all I was able to decipher from your discourse was pretty much (mock tones) "Blah blah blah blah, I'm better, I am the unstoppable behemoth, blah blah blah, you are nothing but a tiny fly compared to me and I shall crush you like an insect, blah blah blah." I've heard it all before, Golem. You know, just the name Golem really kind of makes me doubt what you talk of. I'm no religious scholar or anything, but if memory serves, the golem was a monster in Jewish mythology that was basically a large figure made of mud that was brought to life when a piece of paper containing an incantation of some sort was placed in its ear. The monster could just as easily be stopped if the piece of paper was removed. Is that what you want people to think of you, honestly? People want to think that even though you may be seemingly tough and unstoppable to anyone who comes at you, all I would have to do is pick your ear, in the figurative sense, and you turn into a pile of MUD?!? Well, I have to say one thing, I prefer facing someone with an original name like "Golem" then something contived like "The Wolf". I sure do hope your name is nowhere near accurate in describing you.
(El Diablo notices how it is gradually growing dark, and proceeds off onto the sidewlk, presumably towards his home. The camera follows.)
Castillo: Golem, you seem to think simply because people rave of my natural talents and abilities, give me so much, so very deserved praise, that it somehow means I am the exact opposite of what they say and thus some petty challenge to someone of the (mockingly) SHEER CAAAAAALIBUR of someone like you. Has it ever occured to you that some people may actually be capable of speaking the truth, that sometimes talk can mean SOMETHING? I admit, there have been many things that have been talked up far beyond what they are. Look at, I dunno...Star Wars Episode II, or Men in Black II, um, pretty much any sequel I can think of. But, indeed, there are other cases when things live up to the hype. Golem, you can go ahead and satisfy your ego all you want with your claims of immense superiority to me, and tell yourself all you want how easy it will be to knock me down and send me back home, or how you will "carry me until I can walk". You know what? It will simply make the conquest of victory THAT...MUCH...SWEETER. I am ready to fight you Golem, I am ready to prove you that what you see and what you hear is definitely what you're gonna get. We will see who crumbles first, Golem, paper incantations or none...But we shall see....
(Camera stops following, El Diablo walks out of shot, and we FTB)
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"Life is what happens when you're making other plans"
-John Lennon
(FADEIN: Angel Castillo, El Diablo, stands on the street corner near a local bodega, leaning against the lamp post. It is about twilight, so the lamp is already lit.)
Angel Castillo: I see that you're talking, but you're not communicating. Of all I was able to decipher from your discourse was pretty much (mock tones) "Blah blah blah blah, I'm better, I am the unstoppable behemoth, blah blah blah, you are nothing but a tiny fly compared to me and I shall crush you like an insect, blah blah blah." I've heard it all before, Golem. You know, just the name Golem really kind of makes me doubt what you talk of. I'm no religious scholar or anything, but if memory serves, the golem was a monster in Jewish mythology that was basically a large figure made of mud that was brought to life when a piece of paper containing an incantation of some sort was placed in its ear. The monster could just as easily be stopped if the piece of paper was removed. Is that what you want people to think of you, honestly? People want to think that even though you may be seemingly tough and unstoppable to anyone who comes at you, all I would have to do is pick your ear, in the figurative sense, and you turn into a pile of MUD?!? Well, I have to say one thing, I prefer facing someone with an original name like "Golem" then something contived like "The Wolf". I sure do hope your name is nowhere near accurate in describing you.
(El Diablo notices how it is gradually growing dark, and proceeds off onto the sidewlk, presumably towards his home. The camera follows.)
Castillo: Golem, you seem to think simply because people rave of my natural talents and abilities, give me so much, so very deserved praise, that it somehow means I am the exact opposite of what they say and thus some petty challenge to someone of the (mockingly) SHEER CAAAAAALIBUR of someone like you. Has it ever occured to you that some people may actually be capable of speaking the truth, that sometimes talk can mean SOMETHING? I admit, there have been many things that have been talked up far beyond what they are. Look at, I dunno...Star Wars Episode II, or Men in Black II, um, pretty much any sequel I can think of. But, indeed, there are other cases when things live up to the hype. Golem, you can go ahead and satisfy your ego all you want with your claims of immense superiority to me, and tell yourself all you want how easy it will be to knock me down and send me back home, or how you will "carry me until I can walk". You know what? It will simply make the conquest of victory THAT...MUCH...SWEETER. I am ready to fight you Golem, I am ready to prove you that what you see and what you hear is definitely what you're gonna get. We will see who crumbles first, Golem, paper incantations or none...But we shall see....
(Camera stops following, El Diablo walks out of shot, and we FTB)
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"Life is what happens when you're making other plans"
-John Lennon
Washing Up On Shore...
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting in a dark room in his house. He sits on a large wooden rocking chair and it creaks as he slowly rocks back and forth.)
Golem: Ah, and here we are again. I am fighting another wrestler, who, like almost all others, finds my name "fascinating" or "unintimidating" or whatever. Listen, (Golem does the finger quotes) "El Diablo", if the best thing you can think of to talk about Golem is his name, then you are grasping at straws. Can't especially blame you, though, because as any video tape will show you, there are very few kinks in Golem's armor. You see, that is one of your key flaws. Superficial things like nicknames and the ever-present word of mouth have an effect on you. Golem heard the whispers about your phenomonal ability, oh yes, and so I sought out footage of you. I wasn't impressed. What I saw was a man who was getting beaten from corner A to corner B with little exception. You can brag about your narrow wins over "Showtime" Steven James all you want, that will not slow down the one they call Golem. Go ahead, friend; pick at my ear. I have no missing piece of armor, no Achille's heel for which you can take advantage of. Golem's skills, though they may seem incomprehensible to you, do not come from some mystical sheet of paper or incantation. They come from something you lack, my overly chipper friend, and that is experience. Golem has gone out continuously and broken himself so that may be reborn tougher than before. That, my guardian Angel, will come to you with time. This will be oe of your first and harshest lessons in embarassment. Learn to stomach it, Castillo, because every time you wrestle me, you will get a quick re-teaching. You want to mock my words, then go ahead. So have so many others, and they, too, have failed. I have seen what you can do, friend, and you simply cannot defeat me. Maybe you will make me break a sweat this match, maybe not. Maybe you will spill a trickle of my blood, maybe not. In the end, it's all meaningless, because you will still find yourself beaten and your body broken, staring skyward, asleep in Golem's calm embrace. It's not a terrible thing to fail, Angel. I have done so before and I am stronger for it. Unforunately, as it seems, it's your turn now, and the sooner you accept it, the sooner I can get back to worrying about matches that actually matter. See if I crumble, Angel. See if I am what I am because of words...or actions...
(The camera fades to black.)
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting in a dark room in his house. He sits on a large wooden rocking chair and it creaks as he slowly rocks back and forth.)
Golem: Ah, and here we are again. I am fighting another wrestler, who, like almost all others, finds my name "fascinating" or "unintimidating" or whatever. Listen, (Golem does the finger quotes) "El Diablo", if the best thing you can think of to talk about Golem is his name, then you are grasping at straws. Can't especially blame you, though, because as any video tape will show you, there are very few kinks in Golem's armor. You see, that is one of your key flaws. Superficial things like nicknames and the ever-present word of mouth have an effect on you. Golem heard the whispers about your phenomonal ability, oh yes, and so I sought out footage of you. I wasn't impressed. What I saw was a man who was getting beaten from corner A to corner B with little exception. You can brag about your narrow wins over "Showtime" Steven James all you want, that will not slow down the one they call Golem. Go ahead, friend; pick at my ear. I have no missing piece of armor, no Achille's heel for which you can take advantage of. Golem's skills, though they may seem incomprehensible to you, do not come from some mystical sheet of paper or incantation. They come from something you lack, my overly chipper friend, and that is experience. Golem has gone out continuously and broken himself so that may be reborn tougher than before. That, my guardian Angel, will come to you with time. This will be oe of your first and harshest lessons in embarassment. Learn to stomach it, Castillo, because every time you wrestle me, you will get a quick re-teaching. You want to mock my words, then go ahead. So have so many others, and they, too, have failed. I have seen what you can do, friend, and you simply cannot defeat me. Maybe you will make me break a sweat this match, maybe not. Maybe you will spill a trickle of my blood, maybe not. In the end, it's all meaningless, because you will still find yourself beaten and your body broken, staring skyward, asleep in Golem's calm embrace. It's not a terrible thing to fail, Angel. I have done so before and I am stronger for it. Unforunately, as it seems, it's your turn now, and the sooner you accept it, the sooner I can get back to worrying about matches that actually matter. See if I crumble, Angel. See if I am what I am because of words...or actions...
(The camera fades to black.)
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RE: RE: RE: RE:
(FADEIN: Angel Castillo, standing in the cold Chicago weather clad in a fur-lined brown leather jacket and slacks right outside his apartment building. It is broad daylight.)
Castillo: So you say I lack experience? Well, what is your definition of experience? So you've spent a few more years than I have getting punched in the head. How is this supposed to make me be afraid of you? I think the effects of your "experience" are already apparent, considering your choice of words. Do I really want to find myself in "Golem's calm embrace"? Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy a nice hug once in a while just as much as the next guy, but I definitely did not come to cuddle...
(Castillo shudders a bit thinking about what he just said)
...I am here for a few minutes of Herculean struggle against an opponent who will present me with more than a threatening visage and words. Golem, you say my key flaw is focusing on (Castillo does the quote fingers) "superficial" things like names and the like. You are so very, very wrong, my friend. Where you find a flaw, I find a strength. I know for certain that such things, like names, are not as superficial as you think. Names define who and what we are. Names tell other people who and what we are. Names are the things that set us apart from other people. I am Angel Castillo so you can tell I am not Joe Blow. I am Angel Castillo so you know I am from a Latin family. I am "El Diablo", Angel Castillo, so you will know to expect a hellacious battle. For an even better example, should we really be all that surprised that you yourself defeated a man named "The Jobber"? However intangible a person's name may be, it still is core to his character, his being. If you so wish to escape the destiny to become a lump of terracotta in my hands so determined by your chosen nome de guerre, prove me wrong. Experience or not, Golem, you shall find youself being toppled by the man you expected to crush so easily.
(Castillo strikes a dramatic pose)
Golem! Prepare to experience flavor of a kind...¡¡¡PICANTE!!!
(FTB)
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"Life is what happens when you're making other plans"
-John Lennon
(FADEIN: Angel Castillo, standing in the cold Chicago weather clad in a fur-lined brown leather jacket and slacks right outside his apartment building. It is broad daylight.)
Castillo: So you say I lack experience? Well, what is your definition of experience? So you've spent a few more years than I have getting punched in the head. How is this supposed to make me be afraid of you? I think the effects of your "experience" are already apparent, considering your choice of words. Do I really want to find myself in "Golem's calm embrace"? Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy a nice hug once in a while just as much as the next guy, but I definitely did not come to cuddle...
(Castillo shudders a bit thinking about what he just said)
...I am here for a few minutes of Herculean struggle against an opponent who will present me with more than a threatening visage and words. Golem, you say my key flaw is focusing on (Castillo does the quote fingers) "superficial" things like names and the like. You are so very, very wrong, my friend. Where you find a flaw, I find a strength. I know for certain that such things, like names, are not as superficial as you think. Names define who and what we are. Names tell other people who and what we are. Names are the things that set us apart from other people. I am Angel Castillo so you can tell I am not Joe Blow. I am Angel Castillo so you know I am from a Latin family. I am "El Diablo", Angel Castillo, so you will know to expect a hellacious battle. For an even better example, should we really be all that surprised that you yourself defeated a man named "The Jobber"? However intangible a person's name may be, it still is core to his character, his being. If you so wish to escape the destiny to become a lump of terracotta in my hands so determined by your chosen nome de guerre, prove me wrong. Experience or not, Golem, you shall find youself being toppled by the man you expected to crush so easily.
(Castillo strikes a dramatic pose)
Golem! Prepare to experience flavor of a kind...¡¡¡PICANTE!!!
(FTB)
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"Life is what happens when you're making other plans"
-John Lennon
End of The Year, Start of an Age...
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-24-02 AT 02:43 AM (EST)](Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting in his dreary home, reading a small red book. He looks up disdainfully, and shakes his head. He slowly puts down his book, and fully turns towards the camera to talk.)
Golem: Sorry I haven't been making more peep than a mouse, but it's the holiday season, and you seem to have a serious problem holding my attention. I know, I know...I hear you saying that you're a viable threat, and I am really seriously trying to force myself to believe that, but there are more important things going on currently that you just don't figure into. I have a match upcoming with the Jobber that I have to get myself prepared for. That's right, Angel. The Jobber...the guy I beat earlier, whose name seems to write him off. The guy who, as I recall, pummeled your Cuban-loving face full Side A of the ring to Side B. Same guy, right? Tell me if I am confused. (Golem cracks a wicked smile) That's what I thought. If his name tells you that he is a perennial loser, than what does that make you? The happy angel who distributes easy victories to people in need? Well, then, as contradictory as the nickname "El Diablo" might be to that, I am sure willing to accept some more of your trademark "charity". But whatever, because my mud-and-incantation style of wrestling cannot hold a candle to you "I Love Lucy"-and-Salsa style of wrestling, correct? Is that what I am supposed to fear? No, you give me nothing to fear. Frankly, you don't even give me much to occupy my time. All I see when I look at you is a disappointment, Angel. You aren't the rookie sensation that people expected, hell, you aren't even on the caliber of other rookies like Jarod Poe. All you are is a window ornament that will pull in people looking for a laugh...well I am not laughing. This is a time of cheer, you know. And, frankly, you're constant whiny little insisting that you have a God-blessed prayer against Golem is sapping the Holiday spirit right out of me. Oh well, I guess I get my present when we wrestle, eh? When I get to unwrap you, tearing away the thin paper exterior that you create of yourself and reveal the poor talent that you truly are. Oh well, maybe you will see it when I reveal it to you and everyone. Maybe then you will begin to sculpt that into something noteworthy rather than wax it over, make it pretty, and call it "potential". Potential...in wrestling, potential means someone who is underachieving. If people go out of their way to mention your potential, it means you can do more than what you currently are doing. I will show them what your "potential" really is...fact is, you are POTENTIALLY looking at the last match of your entire career. Because the soldiers are at the gate, Castillo, and they are coming for you. I might be champion when we meet, I might not. But I do know one thing, when you stare across the ring at Golem, you will be looking at the better man. I always have been, and I always will be. Trying to topple me has been alot of peoples' goals for a long time now, and yet I stand here still. Many wrestlers have made claims very similar to the one you are trying to make and they have all proven vastly inferior. I could give you the laundry list of names of people who you and your "unbridled potential" will never hold a candle to, but, hey...what's in a name, right? Just words that look pretty on paper. Don't get me wrong, when we meet, don't expect a hug, Angel. I doubt you seriously do, but just be warned, Golem will not be exchanging any pleasantries between moves. (He lowers his head) I am going to prepare myself for a hellacious fight, oh yes...(Golem raises his head with a smile of his face)...and I can't wait to walk right past you, and for Jobber to give that horrible fight to me.
(Golem chuckles to himself as the camera fades to black.)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-24-02 AT 02:43 AM (EST)](Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting in his dreary home, reading a small red book. He looks up disdainfully, and shakes his head. He slowly puts down his book, and fully turns towards the camera to talk.)
Golem: Sorry I haven't been making more peep than a mouse, but it's the holiday season, and you seem to have a serious problem holding my attention. I know, I know...I hear you saying that you're a viable threat, and I am really seriously trying to force myself to believe that, but there are more important things going on currently that you just don't figure into. I have a match upcoming with the Jobber that I have to get myself prepared for. That's right, Angel. The Jobber...the guy I beat earlier, whose name seems to write him off. The guy who, as I recall, pummeled your Cuban-loving face full Side A of the ring to Side B. Same guy, right? Tell me if I am confused. (Golem cracks a wicked smile) That's what I thought. If his name tells you that he is a perennial loser, than what does that make you? The happy angel who distributes easy victories to people in need? Well, then, as contradictory as the nickname "El Diablo" might be to that, I am sure willing to accept some more of your trademark "charity". But whatever, because my mud-and-incantation style of wrestling cannot hold a candle to you "I Love Lucy"-and-Salsa style of wrestling, correct? Is that what I am supposed to fear? No, you give me nothing to fear. Frankly, you don't even give me much to occupy my time. All I see when I look at you is a disappointment, Angel. You aren't the rookie sensation that people expected, hell, you aren't even on the caliber of other rookies like Jarod Poe. All you are is a window ornament that will pull in people looking for a laugh...well I am not laughing. This is a time of cheer, you know. And, frankly, you're constant whiny little insisting that you have a God-blessed prayer against Golem is sapping the Holiday spirit right out of me. Oh well, I guess I get my present when we wrestle, eh? When I get to unwrap you, tearing away the thin paper exterior that you create of yourself and reveal the poor talent that you truly are. Oh well, maybe you will see it when I reveal it to you and everyone. Maybe then you will begin to sculpt that into something noteworthy rather than wax it over, make it pretty, and call it "potential". Potential...in wrestling, potential means someone who is underachieving. If people go out of their way to mention your potential, it means you can do more than what you currently are doing. I will show them what your "potential" really is...fact is, you are POTENTIALLY looking at the last match of your entire career. Because the soldiers are at the gate, Castillo, and they are coming for you. I might be champion when we meet, I might not. But I do know one thing, when you stare across the ring at Golem, you will be looking at the better man. I always have been, and I always will be. Trying to topple me has been alot of peoples' goals for a long time now, and yet I stand here still. Many wrestlers have made claims very similar to the one you are trying to make and they have all proven vastly inferior. I could give you the laundry list of names of people who you and your "unbridled potential" will never hold a candle to, but, hey...what's in a name, right? Just words that look pretty on paper. Don't get me wrong, when we meet, don't expect a hug, Angel. I doubt you seriously do, but just be warned, Golem will not be exchanging any pleasantries between moves. (He lowers his head) I am going to prepare myself for a hellacious fight, oh yes...(Golem raises his head with a smile of his face)...and I can't wait to walk right past you, and for Jobber to give that horrible fight to me.
(Golem chuckles to himself as the camera fades to black.)