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Round 1: Castor V. Strife vs. Jaguar

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24 Palms

(FADEIN: The four walled square of a hotel room, two windows staring back like eyes at the camera with blinds shut and only slits of light getting in. Between them is a pulled down projection screen showing Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man, or Proportions of Man, though it’s partially blocked by CASTOR STRIFE who stands in front with arms and legs outstretched in frozen mimicry. Sweat starts to bead along paths on his body, which is covered only by white boxer shorts. White, like the absence of color beneath the green iris of eyes pointed upwards to, even through, the ceiling. That’s where they stay, as Castor begins to shift his arms in and out of Man’s proportions. Unblinking, he speaks)

CASTOR: “A palm is four fingers; a cubit is six palms; a man is four cubits; 24 palms is a man. What is the cost of failure?”

(Crosses arms over body and holds both at the elbows; he directs his stare into the camera)

“One hundred and twenty-six men will tell you about the price paid for victory; the unlimited glory that ambition gives life to. How long are your arms, friend? Can they reach into pockets deep enough to pay out a silver trophy?”

(Paces in a circle in front of the projector, cracking his neck audibly as his shadow grows over the screen image and casts onto the ceiling)

CASTOR: “Let me be the one, friend…who clues you in to the cost of failure. I should know – I’ve kept receipts on all transactions over the course of my travels, town by town by country by continent, here there and everywhere, cutting down men stupid enough to think they could outlast eventuality. There’s a bargain waiting for he who would try the unintended consequences of fate. And friend… (smiles) I’m not lying when I say your credit is always good here.”

(Wipes sweat off his forehead and uses it to slick back the strands of blonde hair that hang to his chin. He walks casually to one of the blinds, peeling it back with a finger to look outside before returning to his dim surroundings)

CASTOR: “Before we talk transactions, I should introduce myself. My name is Castor Strife, wrestling champion and visionary artist – avant-garde director of psychosexual cinema and existentialist provocateur. You might call me a gladiatorial renaissance man; you would be right. They say my name on the radio, on television, talk about me like a man to be feared – I am. But they didn’t always know my name. The ones who did wrote me off as a failed talent, a man hamstrung by his own vices. When ULTRATITLE was brought back a decade ago, I dropped out of the running early on and disappeared from the scene for five years.”

“Talking about my destiny wasn’t good enough – I had to show them. I went into organizations as a virtual unknown, and promised to retire on the spot if anyone could beat me. Promised to leave and never return if their greatest honor didn’t bear my name in a matter of months. Men around the world will tell you about the rabbits I pulled; the wine they drank from lakes I swam. ESEN television hasn’t seen me lose a match in almost ten years. I make the impossible possible; paint from the palette of the unthinkable. So many say these things but only I do them.”

“But friend, I don’t tell you this to dismiss you. Just the opposite – I am living proof that greatness is born from obscurity.”

“My name was made off the necks of so-called stars, who cut their feet on broken glass when they mistook me for a stepping stone before tumbling allllllll the way down to the very beginning. When my opponent comes to me with white fire, I extinguish them. I blow them out.”

(Spits hard at camera!)

“I BLOW THEM OUT!”

(Drops head and smiles faintly, pushing his hair back)

CASTOR: “I won’t say your name, friend. That’s for you to do. You owe me the re- (stage bows) -ciprocated courtesy. But as it were, you are the biggest threat to my career. This is my most important match. I won’t let you blaze my trail, and cut me down like I did to all the others. My eyes are wide open, so come and find the unpullable weed, the machete-proof tall grass…”

“Come get your match, and take a shot at fate. Test my truth, and let me verify for the lucky witnesses – I’m at my most dangerous when backed into a corner. Pushed from one side by Dan Ryan, who took me twice to a draw – pushed from the other by Eric Dane, the man who stole my company. It all jogs my memory, friend, of a time when I was nameless, fameless, shut-out from the industry and nearly forgotten. You’re trying to send me back to that time – you and everybody else. You want me gone. So I have to eliminate you. I can’t settle for a bare minimum three count. I have to cut you down. Have to break your neck.”

(Inhales hard through the nose)

CASTOR: “I promised you knowledge, so listen and gain: the cost of failure is 24 palms. I paid it once; rebuilt myself finger by finger. And that’s the way I’m gonna tear you down.”

“I can’t go back, so I’ll send you there instead.”

“My palms were iron fists, but that’s not the way I’m going to win this tournament. This time, they’re a monkey’s paw – dream on me and I’ll revisit you ten-fold.”

“You know who I am. Now, friend…tell me who you are.”

(FADEOUT)
 

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ESEN Presents: FIVE MINUTES OF FAME feat. CASTOR STRIFE

(FADEIN: ESEN logo – WOOSH! – appears on screen for a moment, before simultaneously cueing up “Splitting The Atom” by Massive Attack and cutting to the “FIVE MINUTES OF FAME w/Devin Millwood” logo placed over the scene. The logo disappears, and we are left with a black and white camera view of DEVIN MILLWOOD sitting with CASTOR STRIFE on couches in the Courtyard Marriott’s lobby in Lowell, MA. Millwood is a young guy, skinny, shaved head, dark features, wearing a stylish gray sports coat with a skinny black tie over white shirt, and dress pants juxtaposed with retro-style marine-titanium colored ECCO mesh tennis sneakers. Castor is wearing expensive Euro denim and an old-school green-camouflage UWA t-shirt circa 1998. The Philly-based pre-cursor to NFW was not home to Castor, but the men who trained him. Defunct for years, it is now a locally-run training ground for NFW stars. Speaking of which, the NFW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP is folded nicely, displayed on the coffee table in front of both men. Millwood holds an ESEN microphone to his mouth)

MILLWOOD: “Devin Millwood for Five Minutes of Fame, here with a man who’s fame has lasted more than a little while, in fact. I believe it was 2001 that Castor Strife debuted in New Frontier Wrestling, was Chairman of NFW East during Ultratitle Season 1, left the industry for a long stint, only to re-emerge in 2009 to kick off what has been, really, an amazing run to this point.”

CASTOR: “You missed something.”

MILLWOOD: “What was that?”

CASTOR: “You forgot to let me threaten you, and finally relent when you beg me for just five minutes of my time.”

MILLWOOD: (grinning) “We can start over if you want.”

CASTOR: “No thanks, you already screwed it up. My M.O. is to feign shock and anger when the media bothers me for interviews, then proceed with a list of prepared talking points. Come on, they didn’t teach you this in school?”

MILLWOOD: “It is very possible I overslept that class.”

CASTOR: “The ULTRATITLE field is very good at threatening the media, I’m starting to develop a complex about it.”

MILLWOOD: “Let’s talk about the tournament. We haven’t heard much from your opponent, but tell us your early impressions about Jaguar and some of the other competitors. We know you’ve had extensive experience with some of them…”

CASTOR: “Jaguar isn’t well-known on the circuit, but I want him and the rest of my bracket to think on something. Look at the names of the men I’ve injured, and put out of the business either for good or for long. Can you tell me who they are? You should, because for the life of me I can’t remember.”

MILLWOOD: “Brock Alyas, Buddy Saxon, Orlando Grant…”

CASTOR: “I would never have remembered if you didn’t tell me just now, and that’s really my point. I put Impulse and Troy Windham on the shelf too, but there’s no denying I hit hardest against the men I’m “supposed to beat”. You will never, ever see a man make a name off me. Jaguar isn’t setting the world on fire, but I have to assume he’s prepared for the match of his life against. That’s my attitude every round, for every opponent. Sleep on a man when the stakes are this high, and you might never wake up.”

MILLWOOD: “Who do you see as the biggest threats in this tournament? Who do you expect to meet in the later rounds?”

CASTOR: “Devin, I could care less. I really, really could. Nobody impresses me so much that I would ever have them on my mind beyond what’s standing in front of me. Some of the usual suspects will be around, no doubt, but some are going to be in for a rude awakening. I can tell you that Blaine Hollywood has come to play. Joe The Plumber claims he’s going to meet me in the finals, and I hope he’s right. I firmly believe that Dan Ryan is the number two wrestler in the world behind myself, but I heard he’s getting drunk off moonshine on his porch in Houston. (shrugs) Whatever, whoever, whenever. There is one road that runs to the trophy, and that’s my road. Nothing, Devin – no one can deny me.”

MILLWOOD: “Speaking of Dan Ryan, his opponent, Cobra, has sort of criticized him for going to two draws with you. Did you see that, and if so, what was your take?”

CASTOR: (squints eyes, laughs, shakes head) “That’s some line of attack. Maybe I should send him a postcard with some of Ryan’s greatest losses on them so he won’t have to buy a clue. I mean, if that’s the angle you want to take. Truthfully, if Cobra could last 30 seconds in the ring with me I would give him the win. So Dan, take it from your friend The Director – stay off the bottle and take care of this guy inside a minute like I know you can. Perhaps your rematch won’t be too far off.”

MILLWOOD: “Let’s take it back to 2003, ULTRATITLE Season 1. NFW North, which became the East, features two athletes: Sean Stevens and Castor Strife. By mid-season, Stevens quits, and you leave the active roster for a titular role. Almost 10 years later, the trophy has been brought back, and both of you are among the favorites to win and could, in fact, meet each other in the bracket. How important is it for you to bring your career full circle and win ULTRATITLE?”

CASTOR: “I’ve always felt my career was one marked and constantly impacted by fate. Certainly the very tournament that led to my downfall all those years ago would be a fitting monument to my rise and conquer in 2012. They say this is the year of Apocalypto, but the Mayans projected no such thing. 2012 marks a new age – antiquated institutions the world over will fall, and greatness will emerge. This, Devin, will be an age of stars – GOLDEN YEARS, understand? Filled with golden men…and golden things.”

MILLWOOD: “Some say you suffer from delusions of grandeur…”

CASTOR: “Suffering. (smiles, grabs belt off table) Look how I suffer. The pain, the AGONY. We should all be so lucky to suffer as I do.”

MILLWOOD: “You know what I mean. They say you have an inflated ego, and you’re setting yourself up for a huge fall…”

CASTOR: “I’ve heard it; needs no repeating. It’s an amazingly short-sighted criticism from men with limited scope. When you seek great heights, you risk a great fall. That risk never bothered me, and if it bothers you, then you’ve no business competing in this tournament. Get the [BLEEP] out. Stop wasting everybody’s time. Or you might be unlucky enough to run into me. And Devin…going to battle with me is like dancing on a razor blade. Keep a lock-step or you will get cut.”

MILLWOOD: “Last question: who’s your team in the NBA playoffs?”

CASTOR: “Years ago I bought Clippers season tickets to piss off Lamont Hollywood. (smiles) The only thing that would make him more upset than me eliminating his son from the tournament, is if the Clip beat the Lakers in that tournament. And if you know Lamont, you know that’s not a joke.”

(CUTTO: ESEN logo flashes over black screen. Copyright 2012)

(FADEOUT)
 

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