Hanari sits at the boarding gates at Santo Domingo airport. He just got done watching Nathaniel's latest "promo" on his iPad.

"I am not quite sure what your major malfunction is, Nathan, but I am pretty sure it is a lack of confidence. Something internal, ya know? I never said anything about accomplishments, about titles, about who held what longest. You brought that up, deflected your insecurities and tried to stick them onto me. Just because you feel the need to validate yourself to yourself, to say words out loud because it makes you feel better to hear them echo, doesn't mean they need to be said.

You find me insufferable? Good. That means I am doing my job, I am getting under your skin. I am helping you to see how much of a joke you truly are. I've got you talking in circles, not making sense, and showing your true colors. You see, holmes, its clear now more than ever that you fear me. You hate the fact that Hanari Carnes has been more here in less than a year than you've been in the last four. You hate the fact that Chris Chaos did what Chris Chaos does, chewed you to the grissel and spit out the bone when he was done. Opportunistic? Nathaniel, he was the reason you were ever even relevant. Now I know what you're thinking......

"Hanari, you're part of Chaotic Inc, he's using you too!"

"The difference is, we are independent contractors. We do what we want, when we want, and if he needs a favor, we do it for him. Chris Chaos had no bearing on my career. He had no influence. I was a champion long before we linked up, and I was Main Eventing since day one. You? You were nothing. A nobody. A curtain jerker with an American History X directors cut DVD set trying to be somebody in a world that long since forgot you even existed. He provided that. He gave you a purpose, a reason to be alive, he gave you an avenue to spew your ridiculous 'solution' and gave you the proverbial pat on the back because he needed you then. When he became too big for the TV Title, when it was time for him to move onto greener pastures, he dropped it to you as an act of goodwill for being a good lackey. So this TV title that you want to rub in my face, the lackluster run of 30 days, only happened because HE let it.

So now you sit here and try to compare him and I. You try to point out our similarities and try to throw shit at the wall, hoping it sticks. The difference you forgot to point out here is that he is obsessed with becoming Universal Champion again. I am a far more simple man. I simply want to hurt people. I want to cleanse this roster of the misfits one broken arm at a time. Men like you, leeches, don't belong here. I am doing the dirty work in the trenches so guys like Chris Chaos don't have to. Sure, you were the Hart Champion for 90 days but who exactly did you face?

I'll wait.
















Exactly.

People like you need validation, and its sickening. I let my track record do my speaking for me. Is my record perfect? By no means, but my impact is great. Am I a world beater right now, no. A rising star? You could make that argument. I am a household name on this roster, like it or not, and I am going nowhere anytime soon.

You aren't watching my promos? That's a shame. You know, the stipulation on this one that you didn't bother to show up for was to do one promo as your opponent. I am always open for some constructive criticism. Maybe you could give that promo a look-see and see where I could make improvements? You seem to like to talk about yourself a lot, figured maybe you could give me some pointers. Long winded? Well, I was imitating you so pot meet kettle.

I am sorry that you feel that you are above showing up to work and doing your job, but if you think for one second that you look cool and hip by playing off your internal fear of me by taking the "I don't care about you" route, you're sadly mistaken. You don't want to deal with me? Like, ever? Because you can't beat me. Won't beat me. You know I'll put you on the shelf and can do so faster than you can say wienerschnitzel.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to board this plane. I am coming to New Mexico to torture you, to maim you, to disembowel you. You want this to be quick and easy but I am going to make it long and dirty. Maybe you should have carried out this plan you keep bringing up.....maybe you should have become the next mass murderer because then maybe....jussssssttttt maybe.......you would have actually been someone worth noticing.

"After that, I hope to be out of the arena; long before, you regain consciousness. I'm not even close to kidding. I don't want to deal with you. Ever."

The pussy is strong with this one, young Skywalker. At least you won't have to worry about rushing out of the arena post match....you can sit back, relax...........because you'll be leaving on a stretcher.

See you soonish, wendingo."

Hanari hands his ticket to the attendant who scans it, smiling at him, and tells him to have a wonderful trip.

"Oh, will, mami, I certainly will."