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Hanari Carnes · **02-14-2019, 02:22 PM**

Women are such intriguing creatures. They are the very basis for life itself. Without women, none of us would exist, or could exist. Sure, it is the male's sperm that makes it possible, but a woman does most of the work. In fact, some could argue all of it. Some would argue that. Throughout all of his life, Hanari had always had the utmost admiration and respect for women. He was always in awe about his mother and his sister did the chores, prepared the dinner, cared for the children, cleaned the house, and still managed to look their best while doing it. Their hair was always perfect, their makeup, their clothing--what little the had they always seemed to make it work. Hanari was taught from a young age to respect not just his mother but to respect all women. Always have manners, always be respectful, and never question. Hanari always did what was he was told to do when his mother or older sister told him to, even if he disagreed. That is just how Spanish households in the Caribbean ran. Hanari had the fear of God put into him from a young age by his mother and her Chànclà, or the sandal she would take off to give Hanari quite the paddling. He still remembers seeing her pull that sandal off and all the kids nearby, not just his immediate family, scattering.

One day he got a little extra mouthy, and not even on purpose. He was a kid being a kid. His mother had suspicions that he had stolen a candy bar from the local store at the south end of the village, but she had no proof. In those days Dominican stores were too poor to afford security cameras. Mrs. Carnes always gave her children the benefit of the doubt as she firmly believed she didn't raise liars, or cheats. But kids are kids, and kids sometimes fabricate the truth. Kids also don't cover bases and make mistakes. Hanari had dropped the candy wrapper out of his pocket at the top of the walkway leading to his house, and he did not know when his mother asked if the stories were true that she already knew the answer. He hadn't even finished getting the words "No, mother" out of his mouth before she was slipping off the Chànclà. Hanari remembers that damned thing like it was re-lived every day, and he never lied to his mother again.

He remembered one time when his sister had come home crying, with her lip a little puffy. Her new boyfriend had struck her during an argument. He remembered seeing how much pain his sister was in, both physically and emotionally, and all he could see in that moment was red. He remembered having some friends over when the boyfriend came to pick her up later that night to take her to a "movie", or wherever the hell they really went, and he knew he had to take action. Nobody would disrespect, or even worse, hit, a woman on his watch! They beat that boy to within an inch of his life and dumped him in the river.

He remembered one time when his mother asked him to clean the yard and the house after a recent hurricane had come through. His friends, however, were going to the beach that day to body-surf in the left over waves. Hanari wanted so badly to go. They didn't have hurricanes as frequently anymore, as most of them hit Cuba and looped up to Florida. This could be the last time in a long time that Hanari would get the chance to partake in this. Who knows when the next direct hit would be. Hanari was going to sneak out to do hid bidding, when he saw his mother. She was drenched in sweat, her makeup smudging a bit, and her hair in a loose bun. She was cleaning up the parts of the house that had been wrecked in the storm. She looked up just at the moment he was leaving the house, she had a habit of doing that. She asked him where he was going, and he told her. She told him she could go but she had to finish helping clean up first. That was impossible! He would never make it! There was far too much rubble! He knew better than to protest....this woman busted her backside to make sure he had the best life he possibly could, as shitty as it was. She did everything she could for him. He sighed, watching his friends make their way towards the disheveled beach. He bent down and picked up some loose wood. The clean up would take him the entire night. He would miss the beach. The next day the surf would be back to normal.

The following dialogue is in Spanish, this is the translation:

......"And that is why, to this day, I have the utmost respect for women!"

Hanari held up the shot glass of Tequila. He wasn't sure what number this was. He got lost telling his stories.

"I would never, ever hit a woman, disrespect a woman, they are the bearers of life and the reason the human existance remains!"

One of his Spanish brothers looked at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"You do know you are facing a woman this week on Savage right?"

Hanari smiled again. "Yeah, a little punta. Might as well be a woman."

"No, Hanari, Jessalyn is an actual woman."

He sets the shot glass down, signaling for his friend to pull out a phone and pull up a photo.

"Show me something of her in less clothing."

He did. Something similar to a bikini. Hanari gagged.

Hanari spit his Tequila all over the bar.

"Holy shit, Jessalyn actually is a woman! All this time I thought 'she' was just a really ugly dude!"

"She's a really ugly woman."

"That isn't a woman, hermano. That is a creature!"

".....creature as it may be, its a creature with a vagina."

Hanari mopped up the now wet bar, then wiped his chin with his sleeve.

"......Its a creature I have no choice but to make tap out Saturday night."

"Hanari es not even sure what happened las' week mang.....it was a fiesta, a celebracion, a bueno time muchachos! Den, outta nowhere, some dude comes in en starts to talk all tough, and then attack Hanari for no reason. No me gusta! Can't chu see Hanari es jus' tryna give the people a good time?! I get it, chu suck, and chu wanna make a name for yaself by breaking up the fiesta, but chu have done nothin' but piss Hanari off, mang! Hanari es a fun loving g'ntleman en chu gone and make him upset, bring out tha wors' en him, ya kno? No smart.

Two week ago was tha best night of Hanari life. He come out and do what he say he gon' do, he beat Mastermind and he break his arm! Hanari did that, and Mastermind es gone, chico! Hanari es the new champion of television, and he plan to stay that way. Hanari know he has his work cut out for him, having to defen' weekly on Savage, Sí, but this week......Hanari es confident! Chu have nothin' to show for all da shit chu talk! Chu es bottom of de barrell, swill in the Dominican whiskey, the worm in de Tequila that has been left out in de sun! Chu is nothin, and always has been! Chu see, Hanari had respect for Mastermind an wha' he accomplish here, but after what chu pull on Savage, and lookin' at the track record, Hanari no respect chu, Jessalyn. Why would' he? Hanari try to give ya some love, some credit, but wha' is there to love, wha' es there to respect? Chu always stickin' that oversize nose into business that ain't yours! Hell, dat nose could poke an eye out from tha back, why do ya even need to come to da ring?!

But I put tha' to res', see, as Hanari kno that chu physical deformities no define ya wrestling skill. In fact, cha nose might be the mos' impressive thing about chu! Chu certainly no have tha skill to hang in the ring with someone like Hanari. Now, Hanari will be hones' for uno momento and say tha' two week ago, Hanari would be nervous for dis match. For any match. But now, with dos partidos, two matches, under Hanari belt--an a title--Hanari feel he can do anything, beat anyone!

Now bein' campeón Hanari get to choose what kind of match this es, an of course Hanari choose submission! Hanari es gon' make ya tap out! There es jus' somethin' special about it, mang. Pinning someone es muy bueno, but makin' them ya bitch es even better! Oy chico! Hanari love to make someone submit! Hanari love to humble! Chu seem like someone' who needs some humbling. Chu strike Hanari as someone' who could benefit from bein' tapped out! Chu could find it in yaself to know that maybe, jus maybe, ya isn't what the mirror tells you that chu is. And no, I no mean Gonzo from da muppets, no, I mean the tough chico chu claim to be. When Hanari grab ya arm and pull, chu will know its over! Chu will beg Hanari to stop, but he just keep pulling! But Hanari es no gon' break ya arm, because he want chu to learn from this, he want chu to have to compete week after week knowin chu called HIM out and then TAPPED out.

Viva la republica dominicana!

Viva la XWF!

Viva la Hanari Carnes!

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