Hanari was just trying to get a nap in. With his busy scheduele, he rarely got time to get good sleep anymore. He had the AC cranking and the fan on. He had slept in his own sweat one too many times as a kid not to respect the Caribbean heat.

His mansion was quiet, as her requested. He sent out all of his workers, gave them the day off so he could sleep. He left only a couple behind and they were instructed to wake him only if the matter at hand is of the utmost importance.

They knew better than to disobey this.

The birds chirped outside, and the room was lit up by the bright Dominican sun. Hanari liked sleeping in the light. Night time was when he did most of his business, made most of his money, so the afternoons were often the time he any time to sleep at all. Over the years, he had made it a habit.

Next to the bed was his humidor where all of his high priced cigars sat. There was nothing like a cigar after waking up. The other side of the room had a fridge, where he kept tequila, orange juice and ice.

The door to his room was a large double door, with handles made from rare Dominican stone. The floor was marble. Everything in Hanari's mansion was expensive, some considered it over the top. He didn't. He considered it being successful.

Success Is The Best Revenge.

Hanari was just settling into REM sleep, dreaming about making more money than he already has, when he was awoken by the doors to his expansive room opening. He pretended to be asleep when the footsteps approached his bed. Even though he was in a deep sleep , the years of living in the dangerous hoods in Santo Domingo had taught him to be a light sleeper. Conditioning, he called it.

"Sir, Mr. Hanari, sir." It was one of his press secretaries, who he allowed to stay home in case any breaking news happened.

But he was told only IMPORTANT news. He knew the consequences.

"Sir, Mr. Hanari, sir" he repeated himself, shaking Hanari's arm slightly.

Hanari groggily rolled over.

"What, Pedro......I was asleep."

"Sir, Mr. Hanari, sir, I wanted to let you know that Johnny Legend promo'd again, sir."

Hanari snorted a little, rolling his eyes under the lids.

"I told you to give me important news, chico."

"Well, he is your opponent this week. I figured maybe you wanted to know....so, you could, I guess, reply?"

Hanari opens his eyes and sits up in bed.

"Nobody cares what Johnny Legend has to say except Johnny Legend. He means nothing to me, or to anyone. I am going to make short work of Mr. Legend tomorrow night. Please, don't wake me up unless it is some important news."

"Well, all of the refund money you sent back to Savage customers for the main event last week went through. Lots of happy customers."

"Good, nobody deserves to see Johnny Legend in a main event, I don't care if he is facing Andrew Logan or Robert fucking Main. Nobody deserves to see that. I am going to put an end to it this week."

The press secretary nods, turning around to leave.

"Pedro......"

Hanari said, causing the man to turn around.

"I am going to respond."

"I thought you said you weren't?"

"Eh...changed my mind. How is the promo?"

"It's good, sir."

"I doubt that."

Hanari gets out of bed, grabbing a cigar from the humidor.

"Put out a press release than Hanari Carnes plans to respond to Johnny Legend. And tell them that I will make it worth their while."

"Another refund, sir?"

"No, I am going to break his arm tomorrow night, that is a prize in and of itself. But tell them that I will personally buy any Savage attendee a Johnny Legend tee shirt from the merchandise stand."

"Why, sir?"

Hanari lights the cigar, blowing out a puff of smoke.

"Well one, he looks like he could use the money. Two, after tomorrow night, they will be collectibles because you are never going to see Johnny Legend wrestle again."

Pedro tilts his head. "I thought you said he sucks."

"Oh he does, and so does the movie The Room, but people embrace it and remember it because it sucks so bad. I am going to give them a "The Room", something to hold onto his shitty legacy by."

Hanari pulls a button up dress shirt ouf of his closet.

"Meet me in the film room when you're done and don't even wake me up with Johnny Legend news again, unless he's dead."

"Dead, sir?"

"Yes, bout the only thing he has to look forward to at this point. Would hate to miss the wake. Anyways, get that press release out, I am going to finish this cigar."

Pedro nods and leaves as Hanari looks out the window, blowing a cloud of smoke.

The Absolute Worst Said:"I have the worst and best fucking luck in this business. The best? I win matches. The worst? I lose matches against anyone with a little itty bitty bit of talent. Anyone that can put together a coherent sentence without using words like fuck, shit, cock, cunt, and ass... They whoop my fucking shitty ass for some reason."

"I am not sure what reading and English comprehension levels are, but I am the immigrant with the thick accent and even I understand the situation here.

You suck. You have no talent and any talent you may have once possessed have long since passed you by. This week will be no different for you, Johnny. But I know, I know. You're going to come out on the next show and tell everyone that you beat me, just like you did with Andrew Logan. Alzheimers or denial, I don't know, but whatever excuse for your hypocrisy helps you sleep at night.

One minute you complain about getting your ass kicked, the next minute you carry federations. Which is it? You make it very easy to pick apart your attack, which I thank you for. Not everyone is this obviously stupid. So gracias, senior.

You know what they say about assumptions, eh Johnny? You know the old phrase. Well you assumed that you knew where I was going with this smack talk, but, honestly, I have no issues with your name. Johnny Legend sounds like a wrestling name. What I am going to make fun of is how you can't seem to form a coherent smack talk session yourself. First you suck, then you worked your ass off to make companies look good, then back to "well, I may get my ass kicked." Homie, you are delusional. I am not so sure you even know what the date is, or what time it is. I think you live in a little fantasy world created in your own rotting brain. I think you look in the mirror at night, flex even though your muscles have long since deteriorated, and try to tell yourself that you're something other than terrible. AND, to cap it all off, you obviously don't pay attention to anyone or anything outside of the melted mind of yours.

I CLEARLY SAID THIS, IDIOT Said:Last Savage you lost a match to someone whose suck level is at equal proportion to yours, and now you want to kiss his ass like beating you was some accomplishment? It wasn't, it was expected.

"I didn't want to rub in the fact that you lost to Logan because that wasn't the pressing matter at hand. The issue I was concerned with was how you tried to play it off like its not a big deal. It is. Losing to Andrew Logan and then denying it, then calling someone out for not mentioning the loss.......hombre, you belong in a nursing home not a wrestling ring. I didn't need multiple chances, the fact I brought it up at all should be embarrassing enough. Being you should be embarrassing enough.

Unlike you, I am not going to change up my style to try and impress people. I am not going for laughs, for shock value. I am coming at you tried and true. Also unlike, I know who I am. I am the most dangerous hombre on this roster. I am the one that nobody wants to misfortune of having to face. I am the arm breaker. And I am Chaotic Inc. Yes, I have money. No, I don't pay for sex. Yes, my house is bigger than most. My liquor is top shelf every time. Yes, I laugh at people like you. I am glad to see your cognitive skills haven't completely left you. People like you made this business? You're correct. Every food chain starts at the bottom. Every apex predator needs prey. Without baitfish, big fish couldn't eat. Without bigger fish, sharks and whales could not eat. Without fish, some people would starve. It all begins with the smallest of the fish in the big sea.....I can't knock you for that.

"You try looking like this and still be able to hang with the superstars of today. I know my record here will be shit because I'm a joke and no one remembers me."

But you worked so hard. You made this business? I mean, I know he is my friend but Johnny you make Chris Chaos look like a Rhode Scholar. I often face palm when he backs himself into a corner and contradicts himself, but with you.........I.....I don't even know how to explain what the hell you are.

So why not just tell you what I am going to do? I am going to hurt you. You think your back hurts now? Ese, when Hanari is finished your back will be the least of your problems. I am going to make an example out of you. Your a joke a nobody remembers you? That may be true but what I am going to do to you inside that ring will be so gruesome and so twisted, they'll be talking about it for years to come. Johnny Legend, the nobody, and his shattered arm is finally remembered because of Hanari Carnes.

Finally be talked about because of Hanari Carnes.

Finally matter, because of Hanari Carnes.

Viva la Republic.
Viva la Dominicano.
Viva la Hanari Carnes.

De nada