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Hanari Carnes · (11-05-2019)

Hanari had always enjoyed seeing other countries. How they lived, worked, their tendencies, how the average, everyday person went about their life. He enjoyed seeing how people interacted with each other. The United States was a bad example, and the Dominican--though he had love for it--wasn't much better. Hanari loved his trip to Ireland, even though it wasn't as fruitful for him as he wanted to be.

The limo rolled along the roads of Newport City, and the streets seemed so alive. The people seemed so happy, like they had something to live for, and almost everyone had a smile on their face. Hanari was coming off a big win over some pussbag pretty boy extra from the Walking Dead TV series, and wanted to keep the streak going.

However, he wasn't sure about Jenny Myst.

Hanari had heard stories. He had heard some good things about her, but also some bad. He liked to make his own assumptions about people. Apparently, she used to run Savage. She had a positive win/loss record and was a multiple former champion. How bad could it be?

As he grabbed the champagne from the ice chest next to him in the limo, he poured some more bubbly and toasted to noone. He toasted to himself. Hanari had always gotten by himself, had always made something of himself, by himself. Sure, Jenny and her talents would be helpful, but she had better not get in his way.

His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. A notification. He took another sip of the bubbly and pulled it from the pocket of his dress pants. Unlocking it with his fingerprint, he scrolled until he found the new notification. Apparently, Jenny had wasted no time getting in front of a microphone.

He had done some research on his two opponents coming into this match, he wasn't as familiar with the Warfare roster. Robbie Bourbon and some ex-military hack who named himself after bacon. Bearded War Pig. He seemed to be not all there. PTSD perhaps? Well, if he didn't have it now he would when Hanari got done pulling his arm from his socket.

He loved kicking ass in other countries.

Robbie was a big dude, for sure. He represented everything Hanari hated. He was over the top arrogant, tried to make jokes that were off color simply for shock-value, tried to intimidate with his size and experience, and looked down on everyone who wasn't him. He was part of a team called
los hijos de puta, The Motherfuckers. That certainly is what he was. Robbie was a bully, through and through.

Hanari hated bullies. Despised them, He took no greater joy on this planet than putting bullies in their place.

As Jenny's makeshift promo rolled on, he noticed that she was quite the little firecracker. She certainly had a vile tongue, and seemed to be quite familiar with the two men they were about to face off against. Maybe she would prove useful after all.......

As they got closer to the arena, the streets became even more crowded. The event-day seemed to be a big thing over here. The marquee from the building could be seen from the limo's tinted windows. HANARI CARNES and JENNY MYST vs. ROBBIE BOURBON AND BEAREDED WAR PIG.

They were starting off the show. Talk about starting off with a bang.

The limo blew its horn as it had to cut through people lining the streets. It pulled up to the arena. He got his first look at Jenny, standing at the microphone infront of a big crowd.........

Like a true dicatator, delivering a speech.........

The limo rolled to a stop and Hanari pressed the button for the partition, sliding it down. Handing the driver a stack of bills, Pound Sterling, wrapped in a rubber band, he patted him on the shoulder.

The driver nodded as well, hurrying out to the back door and opening the door. Stepping out, there was a collective gasp in the crowd. Hanari was here.

Jenny had stopped talking. Something told him that was an unusual occurrence.

He stepped out, the soles of his designer shoes touching the pavement in Wales for the first time, and he stepped out of the multi-passenger vehicle.

Hanari had a Perry Ellis dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top, exposing his gold chain with the Dominican Flag pendant. His dress pants were Louis Vutton, and his belt was the same. Walking through the crowd he made his way towards Jenny. She had a grin on her face. The young woman next to her, who wasn't nearly as attractive, oogle-eyed him like an 8th grader with a crush.

Hanari makes his way to the podium.

"Hola Jenny Me llamo Hanari Carnes."

The young woman next to his partner for the evening dropped her clipboard.

He smiled at her, extending his hand.

"Mm--mmm--egan" she said.

"Oh stop it" Jenny snapped, "you're looking at him like he is Antonio Banderas. Get it together, we have a job to do."

Hanari looked away from the woman, and over to Jenny.

"I heard chor speech about dese two" he said "good job. But mind if Hanari take over?"

Jenny shrugged. What did she have to lose? She said he piece.

"Gracias" he said as he stepped past the drooling publicist and up the mic, adjusting it for his height.

"Hola, Wales! Me llamo Hanari Carnes! I come to dis great country to put on a show for all of chu. For dose who may not know about Hanari Carnes, let me tell chu all just who it es that I am. I am a former Campeón de Televisión y Campeón de Equipo de Etiqueta. Television and Tag Team. I have done much of my work over on Savage, and I am excited to showcase my talent on Warfare! Dis week I compete in a match with Jenny Myst against two clowns who need to be put in their place. Two chicos who have dey heads so far up dey culo's that Hanari can't tell where one ends and de other begins. Robbie couldn't say anything about me except to attack the third person speak....I get it. Hanari does reference his name a lot, but the Rock did not? Hanari no hear chu talk about de Rock that way. And to claim chu ARE the tag team division even though dey 5'2 Mafia has dey belts...that es laughable holmes. Chu es only as good as chor accomplishments. Hanari can't sit here and say he IS de TV Title division because he WAS the campeón.....he can't say he is the Tag Division because he WAS. He es not. Chu es not. Hanari has been in de ring with those two scrappy puta's and let me tell chu, they are tougher than they look...."

"That isn't hard...." Jenny chimed in.

"Either way, chu make dese claims to try and magnify chorself in the eyes of the people but de people see right through chu. Dey see de facade, dey see that chu es a phony. Dey see a man whose de size of a hippo with the self-confidence of a chipmunk masking it behind faux aggression and claims of grandeur. Robbie, cho sound stupid. Jenny was right, mang. Open mouth, insert foot. Chu es not de Tag Team Division, chu es barely even a tag team. De motherfuckers fight, break up, then get back together more dan a married couple. How's de make up sex, mang? I bed War Pig knows some tricks."

Meg giggles. Jenny nods with a grin.

"Chu saying chu es the tag team divsion is like saying Missa Justice and I are. We barely know each other, and we took down Apex, something that, need Hanari remind chu, chu FAILED to do in all chor time here. Where were de motherfuckers when Apex was running wild over dis company? Chu was nowhere to be seen, either of chu. Now that two girls who look like Robbie's afternoon pre-snack before his afternoon snack before his lunch, now all de sudden chu want to flex chor muscle and talk tough? Chu es de worst kind of phony.......a deulsional one.

War Pig es going to fuck chu, homie, and I no mean the type chu already enjoy. He es going to let chu down and de Motherfuckers will go through yet another divorce. Hanari es going to be the wedge that finally drives the rift into dis marriage. When he hits chu in de side of chor masked head with the Punta Cana Kick, and chu es seeing stars, Hanari will will lock in de arm bar. War Pig will not save chu cuz he can no save chu. Chu will blame him for failing to allow chu to be everything chu claim to be, and poof, just like that, the tag team division will be a lot better off.

Just taking out de trash.

Robbie Hanari wants to demoralize chu. Just like chu do, or attempt to do, with everyone chu face. Embarrass chu, make chu tap out, but after chu tap he es no going to let go. Oh no....until chu es squealing like a true War Pig, begging Hanari not to break ya arm and rupture your AC joint.........

Snap. Poof.

Gone. Done.

Look on de bright side, with all dat time on de injured list chu have time to start on dat diet chu keep pushing off."

Jenny nodded again, a look of admiration on her face.

"Hanari has had to earn everything he has ever had. By no means is Hanari on de same level as the top stars here................yet. Hanari es going to work his culo off to get there, mang. Hanari has dreams and goals, but one he has is a sense of who he es. He no say he is the top of anything, de king of anything, de ruler, de best........Hanari say he es damn good, because he is, but until he prove it in de ring, es es all talk. Robbie, Hanari congratulates chu on being a Grand Slam campeón. I am sure Denny's will never be de same. I joke, I joke. But for real, good job, mang. But dat es de past, and de present es upon us. Until chu get through Hanari and Jenny tonight, none of dat matters. If chu was as chu say, chu would be facing Soldier for de belt not opening de show against us. Learn to humble chorself, Robbie, and stop living in de fantasy world of ages ago. Lost ages. Chu are no logner what chu was, and sometimes et es best to just let go.

Go to de light.

Accept de fact that Hanari and Jenny are going to bring chu back to reality and show de world that de only true EMPIRE stands across from chu. But empire's weren't built in a day............"

He turned to Jenny. "See what I did there?"

"Love it" she said.

Turning back to de crowd........

"So come see me after de match. Pictures, autographs, anything chu want. Hanari es a man of de people! Hanari loves de people!"

They cheer wildly as he shakes Jenny's hand and they hug. Megan looks on with jealousy as the two walk towards the limo.

"I got more champagne".

"You don't have to tell me twice."

She flips her car keys to a dejected looking Megan. "Park that for me."

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