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Hanari Carnes · (08-09-2019)

The ship pulled into Tampa Harbor at around 4 am. Shocking for a major city just how quiet it was at this time of night. The bay barely rippled as the large ship split the water, creating a sizable wake, and the audible hum of its monster engines.

The lights from the skyline illuminated the water in the distance, but the bay itself was quiet. Almost an eerie quiet. The boat pulled ever closer to the docks in silence.

Aboard the boat, it was just as quiet, at least on the deck. One man stood at the front of the ship, his face covered completely by a ski mask. The hood of his sweatshirt was over the top, and his hands were dressed in what appeared to be thick black gloves. If you weren't really looking for him, you'd miss him completely. He blended in with the blackness of the Florida night.

The boat had a small light right near the captain's chamber, and it was the only thing that was visible on the vessel. It had slipped out of the Gulf of Mexico and into one of the nation's most famous bays undetected, and this light was now dimmer than it normally would be.

They had made it this far, they didn't want to be detected now. There were a few men who would shuffle around the deck, disappearing into doors and under latch's as quick as they appeared. They were preparing something, it looked it. These men also wore black, but their faces were visible if you were able to get a long enough look. The dock was within sightline now, and it was going to test the captain's skill to dock this monster in the pitch black.

That's why he got paid the big bucks.

As the board meandered into the dock, the men appeared again and threw out the ropes to connect to the mooring on the dock, and as the ship kicked back water in neutral the weight pulled on the thick ropes, making sure it didn't move further forward with momentum. The entire boat shifted slightly as it came to stop. Immediately, the entire landscape changed. Over a dozen men, armed with assault rifles, came seemingly from out of nowhere, from the inner bowels of the ship. The flooded the deck, standing near the masked man, who had not changed his position at the front of the ship. In fact, he had not moved at all, as if he was made of stone.

He stayed this way for what seemed like forever, until he moved towards his shoulder, which had a black walkie-talkie chord on it with the small box up near his neck. This would not have been visible in the darkness, and the man moved just enough to be able to call out the order.

"Bring it" he said, as the device beeped.

Two more men with assault rifles came out of the darkness, and two opened a latch in the middle of the ship. The white top of what looked to be a large cooler began to appear, bouncing up and down as if coming up the steps from the ships innards. Two of the scurrying men from before, who now could clearly be seen, were carrying the massive cooler from underneath. When they got it to the deck, the men with guns pointed towards the direction they were going and provided cover as it was carried towards the front of the ship.

They set it down in front of the masked man. He was back to his stone like stillness, staring out with only visible eyes towards the dimly lit dock area. The boat seemed to come to a stand still, as the men with guns pointed them to the dull hue of light only 50 yards away.

Out of the dimly lit abyss, figures could now be seen moving, slowly, towards the edge of the dock where the boat sat. They all had masks on as well, with only their eyes visible. Each of them had guns, as well, but simply pistols. They did not have near the firepower of the ship that sat just off in the dark distance.

When the men on the dock got closer, the man at the front of the ship finally moved again. He signaled with an air wave to the men behind him to lift and carry the cooler. The men with the guns followed close behind. The ramp of the boat was lowered. It didn't hit the dock very hard, but in the eerie silence of 4 am in Tampa Bay, it sounded like an explosion.

Fish jumped in the water near by. Random splashes made some of the men jump, then recover once they realized what it was. It was active feeding time for the wildlife in the bay, and these men were quickly learning that. The sun was still an hour or so from peaking over the horizon, but the birds were already singing their daily morning opera's. They provided the only other noise. Even the men were deathly silent. Only the occasional clicks of their guns could be heard.

The two masked men who led the packs of armed troops met, about 5 yards apart, as the cooler was dropped in the middle.

"You have what I asked for I presume" the masked dock man said. He had a broken English accent. Some sort of South American, perhaps.

"You have the money, I presume" the masked ship man said, his voice unwavering. He sounded Eastern European, perhaps Russian or some former Soviet nation.

The dock man nodded, waving a man from the back of the back forward. On his back was a backpack, also black, which he dropped at the leaders feet.

"Open it" said ship man.

"Open it" said dock man.

They seemed to be at a standstill, with neither one trusting the other. There a siren off in the distance, the men waited for it to pass.

"I came here to meet you, and had faith in you that you would bring me what I ordered, since, you know, they are rightfully mine. I know you are a business man, and you traveled a long way. Don't let my mistrust of general humanity get to you, but I have been burned before."Dock man said.

"As have I" said ship man.

"So then you understand that if that situation is the case tonight, you won't make it back to your ship alive." Dock man had a serious tone in his voice.

"And you won't make it off the wooden part of this dock." Ship man was just as serious.

The two men nodded at each other as they each waved up an associate to open their respective cargo.

On a silent count of three, they both opened and all of the men, from both parties, clicked their guns.

Both men had agreed to their terms. Dock man used his foot to push the money towards ship man, and ship man handed the backpack to an associate behind him.

The men backed up slowly and the two "leaders" nodded at each other. Dock man waved off his associates, and they disappeared into the night. A short while later a pick up truck pulled up, also black, with Georgia plates, and two men jumped out, grabbing the cooler.

"Wait......" the dock man said. The two men halted. They waited to see what the dock man was going to say. He watched the dark ship's outline fade into the distance. Once he could no longer make out that it was even there, he turned towards them. He signaled to put the cooler up into the bed of the truck, and jumped up with it.

They shut the bed of the door and ran around to each of the two front seats. Opening the cooler, the dock man reached inside.

The inside of the cooler was stained a dark red, and the shuffle sounded as though whatever was inside was buried in ice.

As he sifted through it, he pulled out.....

An arm.

A human arm.

Then another, and another, and another. All of them seemed to be right arms, all severed at the same spot, and all from different people. White, black, caramel, male, female..........human arms.

Dropping them all back into the cooler, he shut up. Tapping twice on the back window of the pickup, the truck kicked into gear.

As it pulled off the masked man took off the ski mask. When he did, it revealed a big, smiling, latino face.

Hanari Carnes.

The truck sped off into the distance as the camera faded out.

"Hanari has broken arms left and right since he has been back. Ask Tony, ask Peter, ask anyone mang. Hanari es dangerous, and now he team up with Missa Justice for dis Savage Tag Team tournament. Hanari has taken XWF by storm since he been back, but has jus' come up short a few times. Hanari know he will get on de right path, jus' gonna take that one win to get rolling. Dat come dis week in Tampa. Steve Justice an' Hanari are goin' survive an' advance in dis tournament agains' two people that be ovadue for an ass kicking, mang. Two guys that no even bother to show up to their promo's mang. While Hanari has been fighting his ass off, travelin' all ova de world the last two weeks, these two puta's no even bother to do dey easiest thing about dis business.

Pathetic.

One person who did show up on camera, was Hanari's compañero dis week, Steve Justice. He was right, he and Hanari have been talkin' business and we do have a lot in common. Both of us like to break arms, both of us love money, and both of us like titles. He has one, Hanari came within a second of making de title picture very interesting. Now, we have our ojos locked on de Tag Team Titles. To be de best, chu has to beat de best, and every Apex has a weakness. In dis case, it is De Arm Collectors, chico.

Hanari es no worried about Steve pulling his weight, as he saw Leap of Faith and what he did versus Tommy Wish. Hanari compañero es a hijo de puta loco! A crazy motherfucker, mang! Hanari knows he gon' show up to hurt somebody everytime he show up, and not goin' to lie......Hanari kinda like it. Chu see, Hanari likes to establish dominance, to make chu tap out, and Steve es on de same page. Between de two of us, who can stop the pain?

Hanari has been sitting back, observing de current scene in XWF. Legends returning, a crop of new talent emerging, and hands down de best colección of wrestling talent on de planet. Hanari, frankly, es honored to be among dem. Hanari es getting de best experience of anywhere else in de world. Dis tournament es the opportunity to show what he can really do. Big match after big match lately, Hanari has come up a fingernail short, but everybody jus' need that break. Everybody jus' need to get on de winning side to get on a roll, and dis week is when dat happens. Hanari and Steve Justice are being overlooked, for sure, and for two hombres who have hurt as many people as we have, and been in de main mix of things as much as we have, it es disrespectful, mang. Hanari es goin' to use it for motivation, a chip on de shoulder. He know Steve es goin' to do de same.

There es only so much disrespect someone can talk, chico. Hanari es a nice guy, a good guy, in de wrestling world chu can call him a "face", but et is about time Hanari becomes DE FACE. When he and Steve run through dis tournaman an' run over Apex to hoist dem title belts, everyone' gon' be scratching dey heads saying "Damn, we should have given Hanari more credit". Hanari es honored to be teaming with Missa Justice, and will no let him down. "Dangerous" Dave Mustang and Johnny "Twisted" Steele, chu hombres betta be ready for a storm because Hanari Carnes and Steve Justice are ready to show de entire world dat we are........live and in livin' colour......de real deal.

Viva La Coleccionistas!

Viva el dominicano!

Viva el Savage!

Viva el Hanari Carnes!

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