Post by yourpapihanaricarnes on Apr 19, 2024 4:28:34 GMT -5
The sleek entrance to Uchi Dallas greeted guests with an air of refined elegance, its modern façade adorned with minimalist accents that whispered of luxury. Hanari Carnes stepped through the polished glass doors, feeling the weight of anticipation settle upon his shoulders like a cloak. The scent of incense and exotic spices hung in the air, mingling with the soft murmur of conversation that drifted from the dining area.
Inside, the restaurant was a symphony of sleek lines and muted tones, a sanctuary of contemporary design that exuded sophistication. Polished wooden tables adorned with delicate orchid arrangements were spaced generously apart, offering a sense of intimacy despite the bustling atmosphere. Soft ambient lighting bathed the room in a warm glow, casting intricate shadows across the walls adorned with traditional Japanese artwork.
Hanari made his way through the elegant maze of tables, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting that cushioned each stride. As he approached their reserved spot, he caught sight of Patrick Matthews already seated, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. Patrick's sharp features were softened by the warm hues dancing across his face, his eyes alight with anticipation as he watched Hanari's approach.
The table itself was a masterpiece of understated elegance, set with pristine white linens and gleaming silverware that twinkled in the dim light. A single cherry blossom branch adorned the center, its delicate petals a vivid contrast against the muted tones of the restaurant.
Hanari took a moment to drink in the ambiance, allowing himself to be enveloped by the tranquility of the surroundings. The hum of conversation and clink of cutlery faded into the background as he focused his attention on the man before him, his expression a mask of calm determination.
Patrick rose from his seat as Hanari drew near, a warm smile spreading across his features. "Hanari, it's good to see ya," he greeted, his voice carrying the faint trace of a Southern accent softened by years of practice.
Hanari returned the smile, extending a hand in greeting. "What the fuck es dis? Chu don' need to talk like Walker Texas Ranger just cuz we are in Dallas, Pat. Talk normal, chu know, like me."
Patrick fixes his tie and apologizes.
They exchanged a firm handshake before settling back into their seats, the tension between them palpable yet tempered by a mutual respect that lingered in the air like an unspoken promise.
A waiter approached their table with practiced grace, bowing respectfully as he presented them with menus adorned with elegant calligraphy. Hanari glanced over the offerings, his eyes tracing the intricate descriptions of each dish with a keen interest.
As they deliberated over their choices, the waiter disappeared into the bustling kitchen beyond, leaving them to their thoughts in the cocoon of quiet conversation. Hanari could feel the weight of expectation bearing down upon him, the anticipation of what was to come hanging heavy in the air like a storm on the horizon.
"So tell me, Señor Matthews, why did chu want to meet with me?"
Patrick looked around at the luxury surrounding him.
"I wanted to get a feel for one of our new rising stars. Get to know ya a bit before the show, you know? I am going to be calling your matches, it would make sense if I knew more about you."
Hanari smiles, twirling a cigar between his fingers.
"And why did you choose here, of all places?"
As they perused the menu, Hanari's mind wandered to the purpose behind their meeting. He had a point to prove, a message to convey to Patrick Matthews—one that went beyond the surface appearances and superficial judgments that often clouded people's perceptions.
Leaning forward slightly, Hanari caught Patrick's gaze, his expression serious yet tinged with a hint of challenge. "Patrick," he began, his voice low but firm, "I want you to look around this restaurant. Take a good look at the people dining here. Tell me, could you pick out Kenji Miyamoto from this crowd?"
Patrick's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze sweeping over the elegant diners seated at nearby tables. There were couples engaged in quiet conversation, groups of friends sharing laughter, and lone diners lost in solitary contemplation. Each patron seemed to blend seamlessly into the refined ambiance of Uchi Dallas, their presence a mere ripple in the sea of tranquility that enveloped the restaurant.
After a moment of silent observation, Patrick shook his head, a bemused smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Honestly, Hanari, I wouldn't even know where to begin. Everyone here seems so... ordinary."
Hanari nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with a quiet intensity. "Exactly," he replied, his voice tinged with conviction. "And dat es precisely my point. Jus' because someone doesn't stand out in a crowd, jus' because they don' have a flashy name or a larger-than-life persona, doesn't mean they're any less capable, any less deserving of recognition."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "Kenji Miyamoto may no be a household name, he may no command the spotlight like some of the other wrestlers...." (he points to himself), "but he es a prime example of what I'm trying to convey. He es a quiet force, a hidden gem waiting to be discovered. And if we judge him solely based on appearances or reputation, we risk overlooking de true essence of who he is."
"That's very big of you, Hanari."
"I was no done, Señor Matthews...."
He clears his throat.
"De true essence of who he is......a run of de mill nobody. A regular Japanese man with a regular Japanese face. Chu see?"
Patrick nodded thoughtfully, his expression reflecting a newfound understanding. "I see what you're saying, Hanari," he admitted, his tone tinged with respect. "It's easy to get caught up in the hype, to focus on the surface rather than delving deeper. But you've reminded me that sometimes, the most extraordinary things come in the most unassuming packages."
"Extraordinary," he laughed. "Chu no need to be so extra...."
As Hanari and Patrick engaged in their conversation, their deliberation was interrupted by the approach of the waiter. His crisp white uniform bore the subtle insignia of Uchi Dallas, and as he drew nearer, Hanari's eyes caught sight of the name tag affixed to his lapel—Miyamoto.
A smirk tugged at the corners of Hanari's lips as he exchanged a knowing glance with Patrick. It seemed fate had a sense of irony, presenting them with a tangible reminder of their discussion just moments before.
"Miyamoto-san," Hanari greeted, his tone polite yet tinged with amusement. "We'll have de special tonight, de giant squid fresh from de Mariana Trench. An' a bottle of Don Julio."
The waiter—Miyamoto—nodded in acknowledgment, a professional smile gracing his features as he jotted down their order with practiced efficiency. "Of course, sir. Excellent choice," he replied, his voice smooth and polished.
As Miyamoto retreated to the kitchen to relay their order, Hanari turned his attention back to Patrick, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.
"So, chu wanted to ask me things....ask me things....."
Patrick cleared his throat before asking why Hanari chose WGWF of all places to make his return to the ring and his upcoming triple threat match.
"Chu see.....I came here for competition. Si? I came here because of de name, 'Worlds Greatest'. Dat es me. I embody that. These two clowns? Nothing but stepping stones. All of de great ones have to start somewhere...all of de legends had to beat the nobodies first.....and I just consider dis to be paying it forward, chu know?"
When the waiter returned bearing a platter adorned with the much-anticipated dish, their eyes widened in anticipation.
"Ah, gentlemen, here we have the pièce de résistance," Miyamoto announced with a flourish, presenting the dish before them. "I present to you... The Kraken."
Hanari's eyebrow arched slightly at the name, a hint of skepticism coloring his expression. "De Kraken, how original," he remarked dryly, his tone laced with sarcasm.
Patrick chuckled, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Indeed," he agreed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I suppose they couldn't resist the temptation of a dramatic moniker."
"Dat makes two of em..."
With a nod of appreciation, Hanari signaled for Miyamoto to begin serving, his curiosity piqued by the promise of the Mariana Trench's bounty. As the first bite met his lips, he was greeted by an explosion of flavor—the tender flesh of the squid melting on his tongue, complemented by the subtle interplay of spices and seasonings.
As the two ate, Hanari took a sip of his high-priced tequila and set the glass down rather forcefully on the marble table.
"Do chu know the origin of de name Kazmerick?"
Patrick, a mouthful of Kraken, shakes his head.
Hanari takes another sip and his lip curls.
"It's fuckin Polish."
Patrick didn't seem phased by this.
"Squid--de Kraken--live in de ocean, si?"
Patrick nods.
"So tell me when es de last time chu seen a fuckin' ocean in Eastern Europe?"
Patrick swallows hard.
"I can deal with a lot of things, Señor Matthews, but a goddamn liar es not one of em. A fraud, a phony, a fake. A puta. A pollock from de Mariana-fucking-Trench."
Patrick sets his chopsticks down and pours more tequila. He was beginning to sweat at the intensity of Hanari's tone change.
"Not to mention he look like the caveman from the Geico commercial is wearing aviators on 'Dress like de Fonze' day."
He pulls a picture up on his phone.
Patrick damn near spits out his overpriced tequila.
"I can deal with a lot, but dis hijo de puta doesn't even know what he want to be. He jus' want to be different, to stand out, to get attention. Funny how one opponent seem to want to blend in and de other want so badly to stand out?"
Patrick seems to realize this. He never thought of that before.
"I am a generous man, Patrick. A man of gifts. But also a man of curse. I will give dem both. I will make dem famous, incluso si me mata, and give dem both a night to remember. Si?"
"Si."
"Don't do that."
Patrick nods, swallowing hard again.
As Hanari and Patrick made their way out of Uchi Dallas (Hanari charged it to WGWF's expense report), they were met with the sight of a Japanese man quietly attending to the task of taking out the trash. His name tag bore a simple inscription--Kenji.
There was nothing remarkable about Kenji at first glance—no air of celebrity, no aura of distinction. He went about his duties with quiet efficiency, his movements fluid and unassuming as he carried out the mundane task at hand.
Being mundane.
Hanari turned to Patrick as they got to their cars. Hanari was sporting a black 2024 Mercedes-Benz AMG® GT 4-Door Coupe, fully tinted. Patrick clicked the unlock button on his Toyota Corolla, his face a blushed mask.
A beautiful Asian woman opened the door to his Benz from the inside and scooted over to the passenger seat.
"To best understand your opponent, chu need to understand his essence." Hanari smiled before getting in and shutting the door, leaving Patrick standing in the parking lot.
Hanari has his head down, and his hands open, and together, almost as if in prayer. He bring his head up to speak before bringing it back down again.
"Mi nombre".........
"Es Hanari Carnes........."
"Soy dey República Dominicana......
"And I am the most dangerous man in de world."
*He brings his head up with a shit eating smile*
"And I came all de way to Dallas to face two unoriginal, boring men who make hurting them dat much less fun, cha? And for de X division number one contender? Apparently, somebody in marketing no listen too good.
Hanari Carnes is here for one purpose, to win de Aplastar el título mundial...de Smash World Title. If he has to go through the Karate Kid and Merman to do so, then so be it. Hanari has gotten de short end of de stick before. I get it, I am new to you but as Yamamoto so generously pointed out.....I am no stranger to titles. I was top tier in XWF and here will be no different. But, I had to climb my way to de top. I had to beat up chivato's like you two scrubs in order to prove my worth. I get how de business works. You two? No. Chu think you can come in and just be given an opportunity. Chu think because chu es minorities that dis company will cater to you. Dat chor road will be easier? Culo's like Kraken think dat because dey show up that dey will be rewarded.
There are no participation trophies in professional wrestling.
Chu seem to think dat I am worried about de fall. No no, see that is a negative mindset. Success is de best revenge ese, and all I am focus on is winning, chya? If I start to worry about de fall I inevitably will. Just because chu want to try to play philosopher, maybe I break chor arm first, before dealing with Senior Miyagi. Chu seem to think that chu es untouchable.....I am the one to challenge dat.
Chu think a small modicum of success here and suddenly chu can some sideways out of that mouth? I will kick those chicklets down chor throat until chu is shitting sugar cubes.
BUT
Hanari is an honest man, and I will give credit where credit is due, holmes. At leas' chu spit chor delusional bullshit chorself. Hirohito over there didn't think addressing de best technical wrestler in de world himself was necessary. His mouthpiece, his manager, his yes man, did most of de talking. If this doesn't scream puta I don't know what does.
Chor great grandfather was Shirō Ishii? It’s fascinating to see one of his genetic experiments alive and in color.
Seems like dishonor is a heritable trait.
I sat back with a cigar and a bottle of 1800 and have to say I was dumbfounded. I even made the mami stop sucking to ask if she heard it, too!
Chu waited an entire promo to tell us the same boring rhetoric that everyone else says. Chu es no lamb, chu es de wolf, and dis business is what have chu done lately....yadda yadda.....
In case chu es still suffering from generational radiation poisoning let me clue you in, amigo. DIS BUSINESS ES BUILT ON DE BACKS OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS. Dis business is built on those who've come before, who have laid de ground work. Dis business is about accomplishment, Takeshi, and right now chu currently have none.
Chu and Merman over there, neither of chu asshats have a single leg to stand on and when the Dominican storm rolls thru, chu will see that experience breeds success.
All chu will feel es disappointment, my guy. More disappointment than when chor League of Legends team took second place and chor father threatened to disown you.
Chu es boring mang, chu have no gimmick. Just another Japanese man who gets by on television because dumbass American fans think all of chu are ninjas. There is an aura around de Japanese man.....something dat captivates de same people whose great abuelos and abuelas dropped de fuckin' bomb on..........something that makes chu cool. Dey certainly love hentai. Tentacle monsters fuckin' little Asain girls with oddly round eyes makes almost as much sense as Squid-man over there claiming he is from de Mariana Trench.
Chu can't be FROM de Mariana trench chu fucking donut.
Saipan, Guguan, Rota and Tinian. All believable but no.......chu has to say chu es FROM de trench. Like we es supposed to believe dat. I get it, everyone needs a gimmick, but goddamn joder, make it believable! Does anyone really expect Hanari Carnes to lose to two over-de-top cabrón's like dis?"
Hanari takes a puff of his cuban cigar and loosens another button on his $800 dress shirt.
"I'll be honest with yas. I don't need de money, putas. I don't need de job, de travel, sitting here in a hotel in fucking Dallas, Texas watching the talent on Night 1 who wasn't good enough to be featured on Night 2. I am not in it for de fame, de fortune, de fifteen minutes. I am in it to hurt people, plain and simple. I am a criminal. I made my life, my own fortune, and my name by being de most ruthless bastardo in de Western Hemisphere chico, and dat is my goal. I am a winner. I win at everything I do. If I want it, I take it. De cars, de houses, de yachts, all gravy. But one thing Hanari has never had? El campeonato mundial, Ustedes bastardos locos. De World Title. If I have to go through two B movie extra's to have a chance at that, I will. When I break both of your arms and stand tall in front of de sold out crowd booing me back to de islands, I will be X-Division contendiente número uno, and der isn't a damn thing chu can do about it.
I will take dat title too because dat es what I do, holmes.
Hanari Carnes es going to be a household name, because I damn sure said it es. I showed that powdered man baby last week dat de best technical wrestler in de world es no joke, and he became de punchline. All de two of you want to do es highlight my accomplishments, give me praise, den tell me I haven't earned dem here.......yet. I expect a hand-written apology when de nerve damage in ya half-severed arms heals, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll let chu two skidmarks continue to compete on MY roster, in MY compañía, in MY goddamn universe.
¡Larga vida al título de la División X!
¡Viva el dominicano!
¡Viva la Hanari Carnes!
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