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Hanari Carnes · (10-26-2019)

"Mountains are not fair or unfair, they are just dangerous."

The unimaginable cold was beginning to numb every nerve in his face. Lungs shriveling to nearly nothing, at least thats how they felt, the straps of the large goggles biting into flesh like a thousand dogs clamping down at one time.

Push forward.

The sun beat down, providing a small solace of warmth in the otherwise subzero temperature's. Gloves as thick as baseball mitts barely even kept hands warm, and the knuckle joints began to freeze up, making gripping anything nearly impossible. Feet felt as though they didn't exist and legs were stubs at the bottom...........he looked back to see if he was dragging blood behind him like a dying animal on the savannah, but he was not. His feet were still attached, in his boots, which felt like they weighed 100 pounds a piece.

Push forward. Get better. Never quit.

The wind blows cold snow into his path, and it hits like a dart hitting a dart board. Teeth chatter to the point of breaking, the only warmth coming from the adrenaline of pushing forward. Even his breath was that of an icicle, solid almost, to the point where he needed to break off chunks of his own breath every 4th or 5th time. His body starved for food, as it expended almost all of its energy to keep the muscles pushing beyond their limits. Water was all around him, in essence, but it seemed oh so far away. The building that sat atop the summit was his goal, but right now it seemed like a speck of dark in a world brighter than a camera flash.

The reflection off the snow stung his eyes....he wasn't even sure he was seeing the hut.....he wasn't even sure he was still alive.

Was this a post-mortem vision?

Push forward.

He had toppled one mountain already, one that nobody said he would be able to climb. Visions came into his mind of his hand being raised, of the crowd cheering, of Danza Kuduro being played over the loud speaker as he winced....his entire body racked with pain but his pride overshadowing the possible internal bleeding he was experiencing.

He had taken down Apex and now he had to take down a mountain even higher....the mountain of respect. It's never enough to just settle......success is the best revenge.

"In my state of spiritual abstraction, I no longer belong to myself and to my eyesight. I am nothing more than a single narrow gasping lung, floating over the mists and summits."

It seemed like forever, an impossible goal surely. Would he ever truly get the respect he deserved? Hell, he could have just taken a helicopter to the top of this mountain, sipping hot chocolate--with a shot of tequila--and spent his time in the warm cabin without ever feeling a single shred of pain.

But whats the joy in that? Where is the pride in that? He could climb to the top of the XWF mountain the easy way--by selling out, by doing it their way--but what would that get him. He would be alive in the ring, but deader than Zane Norrison claims to be on the inside. Selling out is for celebrities.......for people who aren't strong enough to do it on their own.

When he thought he couldn't do it, he pushed forward more. It was his nature, it was how he was raised.

Hours passed, visions of XWF success, past, present, and future, flashed through his mind like an all-too-realistic hallucination.......

When he finally collapsed, face down in the snow, goggles buried, he thought to himself that at least he died earning this accolade........

Using the last bit of his strength to lift his head, he saw he was on the doorstep of the small cabin. The door seemed impossibly high, and he reached up for it, his entire arm burning with even the smallest amount of movement from his frozen appendages.....

"One more push" he said outloud, his voice raspy and cracked. Forcing himself up with a groan he almost fell inside the door.

Falling into the cabin, the door shut hard behind him due to the swirling wind. His entire body burned like the fires of hell as it warmed up too rapidly, his feeling rushing back in the form of painful pins and needles. Pulling off the goggles and breathing heavy, he looked around the room. There was no light, other than from the sun coming through the small windows. Candles lit the entire interior, and Large Candy Skulls hung from the ceiling. Grabbing skull off the ceiling--his hands could barely grasp it as they weren't fully back to having feeling yet--he smashed it on the ground. A small bag fell out and something heavy inside it made a thud on the wooden floor.

Going to pick it up, he looked over to the corner of the room as something caught his eye. A human, he couldn't tell if it was male or female, dressed in a large black hooded cloak sat in the corner of the room. They were chained to the chair on which they sat, their head was down on their chest and it appeared that a small dribbled of blood ran down their face. Only the chin was visible however, as the hood shadow blocked most of the view. Hanari turned towards the table in the center of the room and he walked towards it. There was a piece of paper on the table, with writing that appeared to be written in blood. Possibly from the person in the corner?

As he looked closer he saw it was his own handwriting.

"Why did you come up here to die?" it read, ominously.

"I didn't" he scratched out of his vocal chords, "I came up here to live........."

That is when it all came rushing back. He had been here before. He had written that note. He had written it, just to respond to it when he read it again. He had tortured this person, he had extracted their blood, he had used it to write this message. He had went back down the mountain just to climb it again. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to prove, if only to himself, that he could.

He had overcome the hardest ordeal of his life, twice, and was willing to die doing it.

The man in the corner began to stir with a groan and Hanari's hands came back to life.........he closed his fist, looking at it with his now clear and un-dialated eyes, and grinned before approaching the person in the corner......

" I always take the same perspective with each new adventure. I put myself in the position of being at the end of my life looking back. Then I ask myself if what I am doing is important to me."

"Zane Norrison.....

I feel bad for chu mang, I do. Chu come into dis event at de wrong time against de wrong person. I have seen chor tape holmes, and chu es a hell of a competitor but after what happened at Relentless, there es no force on this planet that can stop Hanari Carnes. The driving force behind the take down of Apex, chu could say Hanari ushered in de new era. If my partner only would have carried his own weight....but that is for another day mang. I have no hard feelings against Steve, but that post match attack hasn't been forgotten chico. As much as knocking off APEX was a much needed obligation for this company, it should have ushered in a new wave. It did, for the most part. But then there are dese cabron's like Zane who just don't seem to listen, an' if dey do listen, the comprehension is not nearly where it needs to be. Every single person before chu opened your mouth has complained about how I talk...about mi "accent", about me speaking a combination of English and Spanish mang. Do chu know they they do it? Why chu did it? Because that is all dey have on me, all chu have on me. Nothing about how Hanari has lit a fire under de revolution of new talent here in XWF. Nothin' about how Hanari Carnes has went toe to toe with the best this business has to offer and has either won or come within a cunt hair of winning. Nothing about how dis is goin' to be a tough match for chu.......just misplaced ego like everyone else hermano.

Chu act like chu have been blowing de doors off XWF......why does everyone here think so highly of demselves? Why can nobody here accept that they have flaws, mang? Sure, chu has won de extreme title, chu has won a tag match against de Sugay Sisters, but den a loss to Lux and a win vs. de Boston Bruiser. Chico, what dat tells me es dat chu can win over mediocre competition like Mastermind and team well with Elias York but when chu face real top tier competition, chu fold like a lawn chair. Lux is varisty, and chu looked JV. Why don't chu just admit dat chu isn't perfect and dis match with Hanari will be a barn burner? No......chu es too proud for dat. Zane, I think de only dead part about chu is ya brain hermano.

Chu seem to put so much pride on being part of de "living dead" but when Savage es over, de only dead thing about chu is going to be ya career. Chor pride, chor sense of self-worth.

Chu see, I know that I am a project, holmes. I know that I am not perfect. I know that I am not at the level of the Chris Page's, the Robert Main's, the Unknown Soldiers......but I never back down. Chu are over here worried about if I offend de Spanish people......but chu make a joke about immigrants floating here on refridgerators. Didn't think that one through did chu chico? I am sorry chu es hung up on being able to speak the way chu think would be societally accepted, and not on de fact that every single match dat Hanari has participated in he has come out and punched his competition square in de mouth. Make all the jokes chu want culo, but chu know deep down inside dat Hanari es going break your arm off your dead body and shove it up ya ass!

But dat won't be good enough, will it?

TheAmbiguouslyGayZombieFucker Said:A fucking joke and an absolute eyesore in the ring in the terms of wrestling verses an undead abomination, that is the very embodiment of your worst fears in combat. I am the adversary that will keep on coming. Unyielding and relentless. Put me down and I get right back up. Over and over again. Never tiring or getting weak. Never needing to catch my breath or pause to gather my bearings. Nothing will stop me, except a bullet to the head and something tells me, Hanari won't be packing heat. I've had my head taken clean off my body and yet, here I stand."

Es dat supposed to scare me chico? I just stood toe to toe with a group that ran roughshod over this company for the better part of a year. I just drove a knife through the heart of the axis of evil, if chu will. I jus' had the entire company relying on me to take down a stable that had a stranglehold on 3 of the top titles in dis business for over a year mang. Chu can barely string together two consecutive shows. Chu haven't competed on Savage since what, August? Chu think I am afraid, no no no no homie, it is chu that should be afraid. Chu claim chu will keep coming, never give up, never stay down. Well, than this should be an epic match because Hanari doesn't have a single quit gene in his body. The fact that chu think yourself invinsible, dat is the weakness. Chu don't know Hanari, chu don't know what I had to do in order to prepare for APEX.

The places I had to go.

The things I had to see.

The feelings I had to harbor.

I get it get, I do, that Hanari goes from the fearless warrior who takes down the evil empire to the one who loses to two middle school girls in consecutive weeks. I know how it looks. I took it as a learning experience. I took it as motivation. Never sleep on someone because of their appearance, chico. Jus' because they smaller, doesn't mean they can't beat chu. Just like chu look like a combination of Justin Bieber and Ellen Degeneres doesn't mean chu can't win if I don't bring my A game. "An ace in the hole"? Homie, there are no tricks. Nobody is as real and to de point as Hanari Carnes. The only aces in the hole I have are my two fists, and I plan to use them. Maybe I will knock a lil' sense into you........

Chu want to play dead holmes, Hanari is game. I didn't come this far just to come this far. I am sick of the disrespect from roster members who couldn't wash me jockstrap. Et es time Hanari EARNS de respect he fails to get, even if it is a fight to de death...........

Because chu es gon' have to kill me to beat me, chico.

Game on.

Hanari walked over to the hooded man who was chained to the chair. He grinned a sick grin as he brought the hood down, revealing to the world that it was actually XWF reporter Steve Sayors...........and he had a gag in his mouth. Hanari removed the gag in his mouth, and Sayors immediately began to spew.

"Hanari! This isn't you! Where is the man who brought me to the beach and brought me to the beach, bought me drinks, danced around while I tried to interview........."

He was cut off by an intense slap to his face, causing him to hiss a little.

Looking back up with a twisted mouth, he had pleading in his eyes. Hanari removed a gun from a velvet bag on the floor nearby, the one that fell out of the candy skull he smashed, spinning the chamber before shoving it in with a click.

"Hanari........this isn't you. You aren't someone to hurt an innocent ma------wait a minute. Where is your third person speak? You said I more times in this one promo than you ever have bef-----"

"Too cold for that, hermano, now.....open up........."

The camera fades out as a muffled yell comes from Sayors, the cold steel shoved into his mouth..........

"Without the possibility of death, adventure is not possible."

To be continued.........

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