I was searching Google high and low for all things wrestling in order to get some ideas for Face To Heel, and I came across a strangely titled article. “Father Who Killed Son With Wrestling Move To Serve 30 Years.” According to the report, Alonso Castillo, a 26 year old man, pled guilty to second degree murder this August and was recently sentenced to serve 30 years for killing the 6 month old baby.
While caring for his son, Draven, Castillo decided it would be appropriate to wrestle with the infant when he had become a bit fussy. The report says “in a move from his favorite wrestler, The Undertaker, the defendant lifted Draven into the air and slammed him into the ground.” The child suffered a fractured skull and traumatic brain injury, which caused his death two days after the incident. Mother, Paige Hydle, was not present during the time of the injury.
Neighbors stated that after Castillo dropped Draven, he came to their apartment and told them that his son was not breathing. He then “distractedly watched” as they called for help and attempted CPR. The neighbors stated that Castillo kept repeating over and over that he was in trouble due to a trespass warning from apartment management. Apparently Castillo had thrown a chair through a glass window while arguing with Hydle.
The investigation showed that Draven had “multiple bruises, a fractured arm, and a cut tongue.” Castillo’s original excuse was that he was imitating The Undertaker’s Tombstone Piledriver (though the actual move is not mentioned by name in any news stories). When officers questioned Castillo a second time, he confessed to slamming Draven on the ground because he wouldn’t stop crying.
The media, as they do, latched on to The Undertaker detail and ran with it. The story became less about an irresponsible idiot murdering an innocent baby and more about the fact that imitating Undertaker caused a death. This had nothing to do with wrestling. You can’t physically perform that move with a baby. A preteen, sure, but not a baby. No, this is the story of a man who couldn’t handle himself and threw his child into the ground, then attempted a pitiful cover story when he realized that he had gotten too rough.
It’s typical; something awful happens and the go-to reaction is to find something familiar and easy to blame it on. “Guy pretending to be Undertaker” makes more sense than thinking a father would be so awful to his own child. But it happens, and we need to quit making excuses for these people and allowing them to hide themselves behind public figures, video games, or anything else. Don’t blame the Undertaker. Blame Alonso Castillo. He’s the one spending the next thirty years in jail.
I am a senior writer for FaceToHeel.com, a newly launched site that covers all things wrestling. Over the past couple months, we’ve covered some amazing topics, met some great people via Twitter at @facetoheel, and learned a hell of a lot along the way. We’ve live tweeted PPVs, posted instant feedback after matches, and have found new ways of looking at the business of wrestling entertainment. Little by little, we are growing and expanding in our efforts to cover and discuss more about what is going on currently, what’s happened in the past, and what the future might bring.
In an effort to get to know our readers better, I have a challenge for all of you. When a wrestler debuts, there are a couple of things that can immediately determine their success; what they are wearing and what music they walk out to. I’m not all that interested in fashion at the moment, but I have always been fascinated at how a song can influence the way the audience views a wrestler. Just like we tend to judge people based on the music they listen to, we judge a wrestler by the music they enter the arena to. WWE’s Dean Ambrose becomes even more unstable and manic, Jack Swagger turns into the ultimate patriot, Adam Rose is a wacky joke, and The Miz is a conceited prick. TNA’s Angelina Love and Velvet Sky are the ultimate drama queens, Mr. Anderson is a man on a mission, and Chris Melendez is an American hero.
Eventually, certain songs become iconic. The car crash before Mick Foley’s song hits, the breaking glass signaling the entrance of Stone Cold, the ringing of the bells welcoming Undertaker; we all instantly and almost uncontrollably react. When Real American starts to play, thousands of fans promise to take their vitamins as they cheer for Hulk Hogan. If CM Punk’s opening riff ever rings out again, half of the world will entirely lose their minds. We may not always realize it, but entrance music is vital to a wrestler’s success and their lasting power.
On that note, have you ever thought about what your entrance music would be? Imagine you’re about to debut on Impact Wrestling or on Monday Night Raw. You’re in your full gear and ready to go. You stretch a bit, staring ahead at the curtain, just waiting to break through into that massive arena filled with screaming fans. Finally, you hear your music hit. What song would it be?
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My husband and I were lucky enough to not only score great seats for the June 2nd Raw in our hometown, but to also get tickets to Payback the night before in Chicago, IL. One of the perks of being in the live audience is the opportunity to get yourself noticed on TV by either geeking out to the point that the cameras can’t stay away from you or by creating a good enough sign to grab attention. I like to keep my fangirling as private as possible, but I do tend to go a bit overboard with my sign preparation. For Payback, I went with the Wyatt Family.
Not my best work, but I was proud of it. I don’t know if it made it onto the Payback PPV at all, as we have yet to hop on the network and check it out, but I hope I got a second or two of screen time. For Raw the next evening, I decided to go with Dolph Ziggler after this happened:
Had no choice but to do it after getting a nod from the man himself. I went in search of the loudest colored markers I could find and got to work:
My arms were about to fall off at this point.
This one I was damn proud of. It could not be more obnoxious looking. Sadly, it decided to rain before Raw, and my trash bag didn’t quite keep it completely dry, so the ink ran a bit. My husband and I spent the better part of Raw glued to our seats, just waiting for Ziggler’s music to hit. And finally, he comes out, we lose our minds, and he POINTS RIGHT AT US! Excited doesn’t begin to describe it. The first thing we did when we got home afterwards was check the DVR to see if that brilliant moment was captured on TV.
My husband is pointing at Ziggler there. Immediately afterwards, the camera cuts back to Ziggler and you can see him pointing back at us. We have the gif at home; I’ll try to add it later on. It was such a cool moment!
Three rows in front of us, we had a guy with a “BLUETISTA” sign and one that said “DANIEL BRYAN SUCKS.” They spent the majority of Raw holding their poorly made creations up and blocking the view of myself and quite a few others. Eventually, security intervened and ended up ripping the Bryan sign out of the guy’s hands. Those two are the perfect examples of what not to do. The people around you don’t want to have to spend their evening leaning left and right and left again to see around you because you’re only worried about getting on TV as much as possible. The cameras aren’t going to focus on you for more than a moment or two, so it’s pointless to be obnoxious. The audience at home is going to get more and more bored seeing you if you insist on trying to get on-screen during every single match. It’s beyond annoying.
What you should do is put some effort into what you decide to make. Hold it up when it’s relevant, throw it up a time or two when it’s not just in case, and then sit back to enjoy the show. Trust me, actually getting the direct attention of one of our favorite superstars was INFINITELY cooler than seeing my sign pop up here and there during a match. That is a moment that we’ll keep with us forever. (Also, the Team Foley sign I made for the 2012 Survivor Series will live forever on the DVD, which is another awesome moment) Aim for that. Plus, I don’t want to be the only one with arm cramps after spending far too much of my weekends making WWE signs.
Last Sunday brought us the WWE Extreme Rules Pay Per View, the second PPV to be shown on the WWE Network. I signed up for the network with little hesitation. At $9.99 a month, I get every single PPV for the year, which cost $55 a piece through U-Verse. I also get a ton of exclusive programming and enough historic events to keep me busy for a lifetime. While the issues with lag and choppy images seemed more notable on Sunday than they were for Wrestlemania, I’m happy with my purchase and definitely appreciate the amount of cash I’m saving.
I have recently started writing for FaceToHeel.com, a wrestling site that has dreams of becoming bigger than Bleacher Report. Since I am writing there, most (if not all) of my WWE nonsense will be off of this site and onto that one. Please go visit and read my Extreme Rules predictions! I’m quite happy to say that I was nearly 100% accurate in my guesses, meaning I am either partially psychic or the WWE is getting more predictable. There are a ton of great articles hanging around there for you, so I hope you not only indulge my attempt to pimp myself out, but you look at the other amazing contributions from our writers.
Happy reading, WWE fans!!