TBirdSCIL
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Jared Justice vs. Angel Castillo
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YinYangGuy
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A Fiery Persona
(FADE IN: A caption at the bottom of the screen reads "1/22/03." Security escorts Jared Justice out of the Van Andel Arena and slams the door in his face as he tries to re-enter. "Firestarter (Empirion Mix)" by the Prodigy plays in the background. Jared Justice bangs his fists frantically on the door. He then stops abruptly and starts to think to himself. He looks at the ground and sees some debris, rags and remnants from a cardboard box. He gathers them up and devises some kind of torch which he ignites with his lighter.)
JARED JUSTICE: GLCW, I have been sent here on a mission. Since you won't let me at Michael Manson....let's just say that perhaps more drastic measures are needed.
(Jared holds his torch against the backdoor to the arena and the door catches fire. A moment later, a sprinkler located directly above the door turns on. Justice, his torch, and the door become drenched and the fire is extinguished.)
JARED JUSTICE: (Groans) What does everyone always have to be so safety conscience???? Fine, I'm leaving for now!!!
(Jared collects himself and his things and walks off in a huff.)
(FADE OUT)
(FADE IN: A caption at the bottom reads "1/23/03." Jared Justice is seen lying on a bed presumbly in a hotel somewhere in Grand Rapids, MI. The phone rings. Justice picks it up.)
JARED JUSTICE: Hello??? (PAUSE) Yes. (PAUSE) Despite my actions last night, you want me to wrestle as part of the GLCW??? (PAUSE) I really have no interest in returning to active competition. (PAUSE) LISTEN, I have been paid a boatload of money to make Michael Manson into a human bonfire. Frankly, nothing would please me more!! OH...If I do things your way, I can have Michael Manson all to myself?? NO HOLD BARRED? Even fire will be legal? You'll even match Karen's money. (PAUSE) Alright, send me the contract. (PAUSE) Ok, I'll be there shortly.
(Jared hangs up the phone. Jared reaches for his leather jacket and the phone rings again.)
JARED JUSTICE: Yes?? (PAUSE) Oh, hi Alina. (Alina Justice is Jared's sister.) You saw me last night on Massive Assault? (PAUSE) Listen, don't worry...I haven't had a relapse...I've been taking my medication regularly.
(Jared reaches into his pocket and produces a prescription medicine bottle. He tosses it in the wastepaper basket.)
JARED JUSTICE: I was a little heated last night....but it was...errr, just an act!! YEAH!!! Mikey and I are really good friends. Yeah, I went out for beers with him and Maelly after we shot that. (PAUSE) So, don't worry. (PAUSE) No, you don't need to come to Grand Rapids. (PAUSE) Just stay in Boston, ok? (PAUSE) No, don't watch the GLCW anymore. (PAUSE) Yes, I will be working with them, but I don't want you to get worried by what you may see. (PAUSE) Come on, just remember what everyone always says, "Wrestling is fake!!" (PAUSE) Remember all the fun we had with Lindsay and Dark Angel?? It's going to be like that again....ok??? (PAUSE) Ok, love you!!!
(Jared hangs up.)
JARED JUSTICE: What won't be fake will be Manson becoming a human bonfire!!!
(Jared laughs to himself.)
(CUT TO: Jared walking into the GLCW Headquarters. He's greeted by a petite brunette sitting behind a counter.)
RECEPTIONIST: Hello, may I help you?
JARED JUSTICE: Yes, I'm Jared Justice...
(The receptionist quickly cuts him off. She hands him a huge ream of paper.)
RECEPTIONIST: Oh, I've been expecting you. Sign this.
JARED JUSTICE: What's this?
RECEPTIONIST: It's your GLCW Contract.
JARED JUSTICE: Can I read it first?
RECEPTIONIST: You can read it later, it's just all a bunch of legalese anyway....probably won't make much sense anyway.
JARED JUSTICE: You're right.
(He signs the contract and hands it back to her.)
RECEPTIONIST: Ok, here are your plane tickets to Hammond, Indiana....you're first opponent will be Angel Castillo...
JARED JUSTICE: Angel Castillo??? Who?? What about Michael Manson?? King Krusher promised me no holds barred....even fire will be legal!!
RECEPTIONIST: Right, well if you refer to Page 249, Section 92, Paragraph 14, Line 5...."All matches are set up by the GLCW Management. By signing this document, you are agreeing to wrestle whomever the GLCW Management assigns you to wrestle. Failure to do so will result in a breach...." Good luck in your match....GOOD DAY.
JARED JUSTICE: But!!!
RECEPTIONIST: Good day.
JARED JUSTICE: But!!!
RECEPTIONIST: Your plane leaves in an hour....Good Day.
(The receptionist gives him a cheesy smile. He leaves in frustration.)
(FADE OUT)
(FADE IN: A caption at the bottom of the screen reads "1/22/03." Security escorts Jared Justice out of the Van Andel Arena and slams the door in his face as he tries to re-enter. "Firestarter (Empirion Mix)" by the Prodigy plays in the background. Jared Justice bangs his fists frantically on the door. He then stops abruptly and starts to think to himself. He looks at the ground and sees some debris, rags and remnants from a cardboard box. He gathers them up and devises some kind of torch which he ignites with his lighter.)
JARED JUSTICE: GLCW, I have been sent here on a mission. Since you won't let me at Michael Manson....let's just say that perhaps more drastic measures are needed.
(Jared holds his torch against the backdoor to the arena and the door catches fire. A moment later, a sprinkler located directly above the door turns on. Justice, his torch, and the door become drenched and the fire is extinguished.)
JARED JUSTICE: (Groans) What does everyone always have to be so safety conscience???? Fine, I'm leaving for now!!!
(Jared collects himself and his things and walks off in a huff.)
(FADE OUT)
(FADE IN: A caption at the bottom reads "1/23/03." Jared Justice is seen lying on a bed presumbly in a hotel somewhere in Grand Rapids, MI. The phone rings. Justice picks it up.)
JARED JUSTICE: Hello??? (PAUSE) Yes. (PAUSE) Despite my actions last night, you want me to wrestle as part of the GLCW??? (PAUSE) I really have no interest in returning to active competition. (PAUSE) LISTEN, I have been paid a boatload of money to make Michael Manson into a human bonfire. Frankly, nothing would please me more!! OH...If I do things your way, I can have Michael Manson all to myself?? NO HOLD BARRED? Even fire will be legal? You'll even match Karen's money. (PAUSE) Alright, send me the contract. (PAUSE) Ok, I'll be there shortly.
(Jared hangs up the phone. Jared reaches for his leather jacket and the phone rings again.)
JARED JUSTICE: Yes?? (PAUSE) Oh, hi Alina. (Alina Justice is Jared's sister.) You saw me last night on Massive Assault? (PAUSE) Listen, don't worry...I haven't had a relapse...I've been taking my medication regularly.
(Jared reaches into his pocket and produces a prescription medicine bottle. He tosses it in the wastepaper basket.)
JARED JUSTICE: I was a little heated last night....but it was...errr, just an act!! YEAH!!! Mikey and I are really good friends. Yeah, I went out for beers with him and Maelly after we shot that. (PAUSE) So, don't worry. (PAUSE) No, you don't need to come to Grand Rapids. (PAUSE) Just stay in Boston, ok? (PAUSE) No, don't watch the GLCW anymore. (PAUSE) Yes, I will be working with them, but I don't want you to get worried by what you may see. (PAUSE) Come on, just remember what everyone always says, "Wrestling is fake!!" (PAUSE) Remember all the fun we had with Lindsay and Dark Angel?? It's going to be like that again....ok??? (PAUSE) Ok, love you!!!
(Jared hangs up.)
JARED JUSTICE: What won't be fake will be Manson becoming a human bonfire!!!
(Jared laughs to himself.)
(CUT TO: Jared walking into the GLCW Headquarters. He's greeted by a petite brunette sitting behind a counter.)
RECEPTIONIST: Hello, may I help you?
JARED JUSTICE: Yes, I'm Jared Justice...
(The receptionist quickly cuts him off. She hands him a huge ream of paper.)
RECEPTIONIST: Oh, I've been expecting you. Sign this.
JARED JUSTICE: What's this?
RECEPTIONIST: It's your GLCW Contract.
JARED JUSTICE: Can I read it first?
RECEPTIONIST: You can read it later, it's just all a bunch of legalese anyway....probably won't make much sense anyway.
JARED JUSTICE: You're right.
(He signs the contract and hands it back to her.)
RECEPTIONIST: Ok, here are your plane tickets to Hammond, Indiana....you're first opponent will be Angel Castillo...
JARED JUSTICE: Angel Castillo??? Who?? What about Michael Manson?? King Krusher promised me no holds barred....even fire will be legal!!
RECEPTIONIST: Right, well if you refer to Page 249, Section 92, Paragraph 14, Line 5...."All matches are set up by the GLCW Management. By signing this document, you are agreeing to wrestle whomever the GLCW Management assigns you to wrestle. Failure to do so will result in a breach...." Good luck in your match....GOOD DAY.
JARED JUSTICE: But!!!
RECEPTIONIST: Good day.
JARED JUSTICE: But!!!
RECEPTIONIST: Your plane leaves in an hour....Good Day.
(The receptionist gives him a cheesy smile. He leaves in frustration.)
(FADE OUT)
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¡Una persona PICANTE!
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-26-03 AT 04:08 PM (EST)](CUEUP: "Anneliese Schmidt" by Wizo)
(FADEIN: The Latino Heartthrob Angel Castillo, leaning against the railing of the stair leading to the entrance of his apartment building in Humboldt Park, Illinois, dressed in some army green cargo pants and a brown leather jacket with wool lining the cuffs and collar.)
Castillo: Lord save me. Another psycho pyromaniac. Another guy on his way STRAIGHT to the top who sees me as a simple obstacle to get over with little effort. You know, if we had more people who would take every challenge they were presented seriously, and always look to the present, focusing only on the opponent at hand, this league would have progressed far beyond its current level, becoming a truley fine organization of the most truly competitive and talented superstars the business had to offer. Instead, we have the same tired old faces holding our championship belts and the same matches over and over again because nobody else can put up a challenge. Do we really want to see The Jobber vs. Golem, part 3? You know, Jared Justice, you may think me simply as a pretty face who you can knock aside like a rag doll, if you even have me in your thoughts at all. Now, if you really did what a proper wrestler would do and KNOW his opponent, thinking in the here and now, I would not need to tell you how incorrect this is. Just for the record, I am the GENERALISSIMO of the Latin explosion! The Latino Heartthrob! "El Diablo"! I capture wins almost as easy as the hearts of the ladies. I need no sort of personal vendetta or psychological disorder to make people know I am as good as I am. I do not need to assault people with fire or other weapons, as my own body is lethal force enough.
(Castillo stands up off the railing and begins to admire his own hands)
Castillo: My two hands alone are instruments of most severe pain. In that ring, my body ignites a flame in itself. A roaring flame of passion that fuels me to victory. An incendiary whizzbang of talent and ability! This flame is, of course, not the ordinary kind that singes and burns the flesh, oh no. This is the flame that sets the soul ablaze, that can incinerate a man's will!
(Castillo begins walking, the camera follows)
Castillo: So, Mister Jared Justice, I warn you to be wary, as if you concern yourself to much with only trying to turn Manson into a human bonfire, you may find yourself struck blind by a mighty inferno yourself! I pray you prepare thoroughly, because I doubt Manson will have much interest in you if you don't even know how to handle me. I hope you have your asbestos undies handy for this match, 'cause it's gonna be mighty...
(Castillo stops moving, dramatic pause for effect. Castillo now fully faces the camera and outstretches his arms.)
Castillo:...¡¡¡PICANTE!!!
(FTB)
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"I blow your mind. You just blow."
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-26-03 AT 04:08 PM (EST)](CUEUP: "Anneliese Schmidt" by Wizo)
(FADEIN: The Latino Heartthrob Angel Castillo, leaning against the railing of the stair leading to the entrance of his apartment building in Humboldt Park, Illinois, dressed in some army green cargo pants and a brown leather jacket with wool lining the cuffs and collar.)
Castillo: Lord save me. Another psycho pyromaniac. Another guy on his way STRAIGHT to the top who sees me as a simple obstacle to get over with little effort. You know, if we had more people who would take every challenge they were presented seriously, and always look to the present, focusing only on the opponent at hand, this league would have progressed far beyond its current level, becoming a truley fine organization of the most truly competitive and talented superstars the business had to offer. Instead, we have the same tired old faces holding our championship belts and the same matches over and over again because nobody else can put up a challenge. Do we really want to see The Jobber vs. Golem, part 3? You know, Jared Justice, you may think me simply as a pretty face who you can knock aside like a rag doll, if you even have me in your thoughts at all. Now, if you really did what a proper wrestler would do and KNOW his opponent, thinking in the here and now, I would not need to tell you how incorrect this is. Just for the record, I am the GENERALISSIMO of the Latin explosion! The Latino Heartthrob! "El Diablo"! I capture wins almost as easy as the hearts of the ladies. I need no sort of personal vendetta or psychological disorder to make people know I am as good as I am. I do not need to assault people with fire or other weapons, as my own body is lethal force enough.
(Castillo stands up off the railing and begins to admire his own hands)
Castillo: My two hands alone are instruments of most severe pain. In that ring, my body ignites a flame in itself. A roaring flame of passion that fuels me to victory. An incendiary whizzbang of talent and ability! This flame is, of course, not the ordinary kind that singes and burns the flesh, oh no. This is the flame that sets the soul ablaze, that can incinerate a man's will!
(Castillo begins walking, the camera follows)
Castillo: So, Mister Jared Justice, I warn you to be wary, as if you concern yourself to much with only trying to turn Manson into a human bonfire, you may find yourself struck blind by a mighty inferno yourself! I pray you prepare thoroughly, because I doubt Manson will have much interest in you if you don't even know how to handle me. I hope you have your asbestos undies handy for this match, 'cause it's gonna be mighty...
(Castillo stops moving, dramatic pause for effect. Castillo now fully faces the camera and outstretches his arms.)
Castillo:...¡¡¡PICANTE!!!
(FTB)
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"I blow your mind. You just blow."
YinYangGuy
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PICANTE burns, Doesn't IT?
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-29-03 AT 05:34 PM (EST)](FADE IN: The setting is a bar somewhere near Hammond, Indiana. Jared Justice is sitting at the bar sipping some tequilla. The other patrons are eying him. It isn't everyday that someone resembling Bozo the Clown on crack graces them with their pressence.)
JARED JUSTICE: (to the bartender) Another....
(Justice puts the shotglass face down on the bar.)
BARTENDER: Ye ain't from around these here parts, are ya boy?
JARED JUSTICE: No, I'm not. And by the looks of it, I'm glad.
BARTENDER: Din why are ya 'ere? Are ya on a bizness trip? Ya know, ain't nobody comin' to these parts lookin' for no vacation. Nobuddy in dere right mine anyways.
(The bartender looks at Justice like maybe he isn't in his right mind.)
JARED JUSTICE: I'm here with the GLCW....
BARTENDER: Wrasslin!! Dat splains it!!
JARED JUSTICE: I have to wrestle this guy, Angel Castillo.
BARTENDER: Oh, I saws him on dee tee vee the otha day. He was talkin' about this guy....a Jarrid Justice fella.
JARED JUSTICE: Oh really? And what exactly did he say?
BARTENDER: He said Jared dere is a crazy man. He ain't need ta be crazy to be noticed. He says he can win matches real simple just he's winnin' ladies hearts. He ain't needin' no fire or any otha stuff to get the job done. If ye ask me, he looks a bit soft. He one of dem pretty boys that like buying women flowers, listenin' to dat snoozy lover boy music and cryin' to dem movies girls seems ta like...ya know what I means?
JARED JUSTICE: Yeah, I know what you mean. I think Castillo is going to be a bit surprised when we get into the ring.
BARTENDER: Oh, are you dat fella he was talkin' about?
JARED JUSTICE: Yes, I am.
BARTENDER: I heard from sumone dat you plan on puttin' a hurtin' on that Michael Manson fella.
JARED JUSTICE: I definately do plan on doing that, but unfortunately I have to fight Castillo first.
BARTENDER: He's says dat he plans on settin' your soul on fire with his latin pea-can-tee bit.
JARED JUSTICE: (Laughs) Right. I really don't think he has any idea what he's in for. This isn't going to be about romancing women. This isn't going to be about latin spices either. I have to go through Andy Castillo to get to Michael Manson....
BARTENDER: Angel Casty-yo....."El Dia-blow."
JARED JUSTICE: Whatever, the point is.....I will go through him...literally if I have to.
BARTENDER: Ay, is it true what dey say dat wrasslin' is fake??
JARED JUSTICE: I tell you what, come to the show in Hammond...after I fight Castillo, you can tell me if it is or isn't. No can I get another shot?
(Justice points to his empty shotglass.)
BARTENDER: Yassir, comin' right up!!
(FADE OUT)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-29-03 AT 05:34 PM (EST)](FADE IN: The setting is a bar somewhere near Hammond, Indiana. Jared Justice is sitting at the bar sipping some tequilla. The other patrons are eying him. It isn't everyday that someone resembling Bozo the Clown on crack graces them with their pressence.)
JARED JUSTICE: (to the bartender) Another....
(Justice puts the shotglass face down on the bar.)
BARTENDER: Ye ain't from around these here parts, are ya boy?
JARED JUSTICE: No, I'm not. And by the looks of it, I'm glad.
BARTENDER: Din why are ya 'ere? Are ya on a bizness trip? Ya know, ain't nobody comin' to these parts lookin' for no vacation. Nobuddy in dere right mine anyways.
(The bartender looks at Justice like maybe he isn't in his right mind.)
JARED JUSTICE: I'm here with the GLCW....
BARTENDER: Wrasslin!! Dat splains it!!
JARED JUSTICE: I have to wrestle this guy, Angel Castillo.
BARTENDER: Oh, I saws him on dee tee vee the otha day. He was talkin' about this guy....a Jarrid Justice fella.
JARED JUSTICE: Oh really? And what exactly did he say?
BARTENDER: He said Jared dere is a crazy man. He ain't need ta be crazy to be noticed. He says he can win matches real simple just he's winnin' ladies hearts. He ain't needin' no fire or any otha stuff to get the job done. If ye ask me, he looks a bit soft. He one of dem pretty boys that like buying women flowers, listenin' to dat snoozy lover boy music and cryin' to dem movies girls seems ta like...ya know what I means?
JARED JUSTICE: Yeah, I know what you mean. I think Castillo is going to be a bit surprised when we get into the ring.
BARTENDER: Oh, are you dat fella he was talkin' about?
JARED JUSTICE: Yes, I am.
BARTENDER: I heard from sumone dat you plan on puttin' a hurtin' on that Michael Manson fella.
JARED JUSTICE: I definately do plan on doing that, but unfortunately I have to fight Castillo first.
BARTENDER: He's says dat he plans on settin' your soul on fire with his latin pea-can-tee bit.
JARED JUSTICE: (Laughs) Right. I really don't think he has any idea what he's in for. This isn't going to be about romancing women. This isn't going to be about latin spices either. I have to go through Andy Castillo to get to Michael Manson....
BARTENDER: Angel Casty-yo....."El Dia-blow."
JARED JUSTICE: Whatever, the point is.....I will go through him...literally if I have to.
BARTENDER: Ay, is it true what dey say dat wrasslin' is fake??
JARED JUSTICE: I tell you what, come to the show in Hammond...after I fight Castillo, you can tell me if it is or isn't. No can I get another shot?
(Justice points to his empty shotglass.)
BARTENDER: Yassir, comin' right up!!
(FADE OUT)