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Hanari Carnes · **05-01-2020, 08:00 PM**

My hands were shaking.

The man in front of me, in the drivers seat, had an expressionless glare as he glanced at me through the rearview.

Mr. Chester had come to my aid, he saw potential in me when nobody else did, and he wanted a better life for me. I never gave him the respect he deserved. I viewed him as another racist white man trying to earn an extra buck by teaching under privileged island kids English. I didn't think he cared about anything but a paycheck.

He came to my rescue. I couldn't help but think that I could have saved him. I could have run away. I could have never gotten involved with these men at all.

Who was I kidding? No I couldn't. These men took what they wanted.

As the black S Class rolled down the road I could hear faint sirens in the distance. I knew it was an ambulance. It didn't matter though, Mr. Chester was dead. I saw the life leave his eyes.

I didn't know where we were going, where they were taking me. The man driving, Fernando Estrada, was a high ranking mafia officer. The man in the back seat, who was sitting next to me--the one who pulled the trigger--I wasn't familiar with him. But his expression was just as cold.

We rolled on for what seemed like forever. We pulled down a desolate street with very few houses. The ones that did sit on the street looked abandoned. When we got further into the jungle, the car stopped. Fernando put it in park and the shooter put the pistol into my ribs.

"Get out" he said.

I obliged.

We walked around the back of the car, the pistol still lodged between two of my upper ribs.

They stood there for a moment, looking out into the jungle. Were they looking for a place to bury me? I swallowed hard.

After some time, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my knee. The shooter kicked me hard, and I dropped to both knees. The gun, in a lightning flash, shot up to the back of my head. Fernando walked over to me. His voice had gravel in it.

"What did he know?" he asked me.

"Que?"

"Cut this shit, Carnes, I know you know English. Stop acting like an ignorant fool and answer the question."

Mr. Chester's voice ran through my head, and I heard it as clear as if he were standing there with these men, saying it to me.

".....work the system. Play dumb. Talk like you can't talk......use them for their ignorance."

"El no sabe nada"

Fernando became enraged. He smacked the trunk of the car, making me jump. The man holding the gun to my head, however, didn't flinch.

"I will ask you again. What did he know? What did you tell him?"

My eyes darted around. I looked for a way to get out of this. If I took off and ran, into the jungle, they wouldn't find me. But I would easily get lost....I'd die a lot slower than if he just pulled the trigger.

There was his voice again.

"Because without English, you will never make it. You will be looked at as inferior. You will always be at a disadvantage in life. You are a good student, you know history, but without English you just won't be taken seriously."

Before I could react, the gun cocked.

"One last chance"

"He didn't know shit" I spat.

Fernando didn't look pleased.

"He seemed to know enough to get involved with your business here. He put himself in harms way to protect you. Why?"

"The fuck am I supposed to know! He was my English teacher, I was his star pupil! He wanted a better life for me I guess!"

Fernado circled around.....he walked close to the line of the thick foliage.

"So what you are telling me is that a white man cared about the well being of some gutter but who was nothing more than a pupil in his class?"

"Yes sir, that is what I said."

"And you expect me to believe this?"

I didn't care if he did or didn't, honestly. I expected him to kill me either way.

"Yes."

Fernando bent down, grabbing my chin. He stared directly at me. I could feel his breath.

"I sure hope you're right."

He let go of my chin and the shooter un-cocked the gun. He shoved me down, and my face hit the dirt. I coughed as the dust from the road got in my nose and mouth. The two men got in the car and the reverse lights came on. They almost ran over me as they backed up, made a three point turn and headed back the way they came.

I had no idea where I was. How was I going to get home. The sun was beginning to set.

I sat there, dumbfounded at what just happened. All I could see was the back bumper of the black car as it made it way towards the horizon.

S Class.

"I have quite a lot to look forward to in recent weeks. My future here looks bright. I am still new to all of this, but its a whirlwind to me. I am a lot further now than I thought I would be at this point, but I am rolling with the punches. I am taking what I can get. I am soaking it all in and living my best life.

I am not even mad about what happened last week anymore, because I know, and Warstein knows, that I can beat him. He knows he got lucky. He knows I am going to be a thorn in his side for some time to come.

Now, however, I get to focus on becoming the Tag Team Champion for the second time. I get to focus on putting the final nail in the coffin of APEX, and I get to further solidify my name as one of the top competitors here. To do that, however, I need to win this week. I get to link up with Chris Chaos and take out two young up and comers.

This match means a lot to me. Not very long ago I was in your shoes. The difference is, I knew where I was, and I accepted it. I knew my opponents, I scouted them, and I did what I needed to do overcome them. I am not even sure Tula truly knows who I am.

I saw Hanari Carnes face Shawn Warstein. In both cases, in the lead up to both matches, these men - these prideful men with years of wrestling experience behind them - were turned into jokes.

Umm....excuse me for sounding, whats the word you used, obtuse? Excuse me for sounding obtuse but......years of wresting experience? Puta, I am 22 matches into this. I began my career in January of 2019. Got injured in March, lost 4 months, returned, and haven't even been here a year since. Years of wrestling experience? I am still figuring all of this out, figuring out who I am and where I stand in it all. But the more I fight, the more comfortable I get. You were right, I have a couple title reigns under my belt, having only wrestled 22 matches, including a finals appearance in March Madness. But I am by no means a seasoned veteran.......

I am disappointed you didn't that. It is pretty easy information to find, with minimal digging. I thought maybe Chris was a little harsh on you earlier, but maybe he is right. Maybe you aren't overzealous and excited, maybe you're just an idiota.

Tore down my accomplishments? If anything, I tore down his. I had that match won. Which broadcast were you watching?

Your second match in you have a contenders match. Bravo. Do you know what I did in my second match? I am not so sure you do as you've shown your research skills are a bit on the shotty side. Let me tell you.

I won the Television Title over a man who held it for 129 days. A man who was on a roll. I cemented myself as a true player here in my second match. In your second match, you're gonna learn what a true player is. I have that kill switch, I have that extra gear.

You have marginal athletic ability.

So take this as a lesson, a learning experience. Let this be something you can take with you and help to improve. Let this be something you can base your future on. You know what has made me better? My losses. Each loss makes me stronger, and helps me to know what I need to do to be successful. I am doing this all free of charge. I am a generous man.

I am so glad that you do not view me as a stereotype. What would I do with that kind of judgement! I would break me down to the core!

*Hanari Snarles*

"Chris Chaos and I are different, that is why we will work. He is a bit more abrasive, a bit more confrontational. I sit here with a calm head. Confident. I don't let my blood pressure rise too high. In fact, I am going to give you another lesson, before the one I teach you inside that ring.

Get creative, chica. You came out and said nothing different in this promo. No response to our attack, just the same old bullshit about how we aren't quite up to par for your expectations. I ask you, who are you to have expectations anyway? You don't get to have expectations for anyone but yourself. Your first promo was called "Shattering Expectations", but the only ones that are going to be shattered here are the ones you have of yourself. You seem to claim you have been watching my matches, I can't say the same for my promos. Hell, you probably won't even watch this one based on your track record. But, I will say it anyway.

I give my victims options. You can tap out, or I can break your arm. You get to choose. I suggest you choose wisely.

Before I move on to your opponent--speaking of lackluster--let me address one more point here, chica, that makes you look even more dumb than you've already made yourself.

What I don't understand is where Hanari Carnes gets the idea that he can talk trash to anyone, given his recent output has been worse than subpar. If someone wants to debate whether or not Chris Chaos belongs in the Hall of Legends, fine. But no one is going to say Hanari Carnes belongs in there. Not even Carnes' mother.

Who has said I belong there? Have I? Never once. Who has said I am at that level? You're right, puta, my mother wouldn't even say I belong there because right now, I don't. I am 22 matches in. Guys like Centurion have wrestled HUNDREDS of matches. Guys like Chaos have as well. Years upon years of accolades--but I am 22 deep. Is it a goal of mine to get there eventually? You're damn right it is, but it would be foolish to claim I can even sniff the building at this point.

You're argument is nonsensical here. You are just saying things to say things. You are pulling out everything you can to save face, but for god sakes pull out something worth while! I have been the first one to say that I did not expect to be here this soon, but here I am. I didn't choose to be thrust into the title picture so soon, but I have no choice now.

ALSO.

You wanna talk about the Hall of Legends and if my partner can make a case to belong there, but you said in your first promo that resumes and accomplishments don't matter. So why even bring it up since success seems to be such a trivial topic to you?

But hey, I'm the new, young, naive girl, right?

I guess so. Shame.

Russian Rose, you didn't seem to have much to say about me. Shame, I was looking forward to ripping you a new one. So, I'll focus on what you did say.

It is clear you love your country much like I love mine. We are both fiercely loyal and patriotic, but....the difference is....I tell stories of revolution and the betterment of the nation. I tell stories about heartbreak turned to hope and a nation on the rise. Your country has one of the richest histories in the world, and yet you chose single handedly the worst time to be a Russian. Not the Marxist, Lenonist, WWII victory, Soviet Union...no, you choose the Russian Mob who ran the streets of the broken republic after the fall of the great empire. You celebrate failure from the get go. Everything you stand for is based on desperation due to failure. Your entire premise for existence is a fucking lie.

You wanna talk about mafia? Hermano, you know nothing about mafia. I am not denying you are affiliated, I am saying that your mafia doesn't control an entire country. Your mafia doesn't influence political decisions. Your mafia doesn't control the currency for the entire nation. You wanna talk about mafia, big guy? I have seen things that would make you cringe and shudder. I have seen things that would make you curl up into the fetal position and cry. Your mafia robs trains. My mafia ties up and entire family and makes them choose which kid gets to live. There is a difference. I am much harder than the fun loving exterior....inside I am rock hard, stone cold. I want a shot at those Tag belts again and now I have a partner who I don't have the carry the team for. This is an opportunity I cannot pass up. Rose, I am going to snap your arm and then move on to the next adventure, leaving nothing but a trail of broken spirit in my wake.

The revolution is now.

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