El Valor de una Mujer

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Women are such intriguing creatures. They are the very basis for life itself. Without women, none of us would exist, or could exist. Sure, it is the male's sperm that makes it possible, but a woman does most of the work. In fact, some could argue all of it. Some would argue that. Throughout all of his life, Hanari had always had the utmost admiration and respect for women. He was always in awe about his mother and his sister did the chores, prepared the dinner, cared for the children, cleaned the house, and still managed to look their best while doing it. Their hair was always perfect, their makeup, nails, their clothing--what little the had they always seemed to make it work. Hanari was taught from a young age to respect not just his mother but to respect all women. Always have manners, always be respectful, and never question. Hanari always did what was he was told to do when his mother or older sister told him to, even if he disagreed. That is just how Spanish households in the Caribbean ran. Hanari had the fear of God put into him from a young age by his mother and her Chànclà, or the sandal she would take off to give Hanari quite the paddling. He still remembers seeing her pull that sandal off and all the kids nearby, not just his immediate family, scattering.

One day he got a little extra mouthy, and not even on purpose. He was a kid being a kid. His mother had suspicions that he had stolen a candy bar from the local store at the south end of the village, but she had no proof. In those days Dominican stores were too poor to afford security cameras. Mrs. Carnes always gave her children the benefit of the doubt as she firmly believed she didn't raise liars, or cheats. But kids are kids, and kids sometimes fabricate the truth. Kids also don't cover bases and make mistakes. Hanari had dropped the candy wrapper out of his pocket at the top of the walkway leading to his house, and he did not know when his mother asked if the stories were true that she already knew the answer. He hadn't even finished getting the words "No, mother" out of his mouth before she was slipping off the Chànclà. Hanari remembers that damned thing like it was re-lived every day, and he never lied to his mother again.

He remembered one time when his sister had come home crying, with her lip a little puffy. Her new boyfriend had struck her during an argument. He remembered seeing how much pain his sister was in, both physically and emotionally, and all he could see in that moment was red. He remembered having some friends over when the boyfriend came to pick her up later that night to take her to a "movie", or wherever the hell they really were going, and he knew he had to take action. Nobody would disrespect, or even worse, hit, a woman on his watch! They beat that boy to within an inch of his life and dumped him in the creek.

He remembered one time when his mother asked him to clean the yard and the house after a recent hurricane had come through. His friends, however, were going to the beach that day to body-surf in the left over wake. Hanari wanted so badly to go. They didn't have hurricanes as frequently anymore, as most of them hit Cuba or looped up to Florida. This could be the last time in a long time that Hanari would get the chance to partake in this. Who knows when the next direct hit would be. Hanari was going to sneak out to do his bidding, when he saw his mother. She was drenched in sweat, her makeup smudging a bit, and her hair in a loose bun. She was cleaning up the parts of the house that had been wrecked in the storm. She looked up just at the moment he was leaving the house, she had a habit of doing that. She asked him where he was going, and he told her. She told him she could go but she had to finish helping clean up first. That was impossible! He would never make it! There was far too much rubble! He knew better than to protest....this woman busted her backside to make sure he had the best life he possibly could, as shitty as it was. She did everything she could for him. He sighed, watching his friends make their way towards the disheveled beach. He bent down and picked up some loose wood. The clean up would take him the entire night. He would miss the beach. The next day the surf would be back to normal.

The following dialogue is in Spanish, this is the translation:

......"And that is why, to this day, I have the utmost respect for women!"

Hanari held up the shot glass of Tequila. He wasn't sure what number this was. He got lost telling his stories.

"I would never, ever hit a woman, disrespect a woman, they are the bearers of life and the reason the human existence remains!"

One of his Spanish brothers looked at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"You do know you are facing a woman this week on RISE right?"

Hanari smiled again. "Yeah, a little punta. Might as well be a woman."

"No, Hanari, Constance is an actual woman."

He sets the shot glass down, signaling for his friend to pull out a phone and pull up a photo.

"Show me something of her in less clothing."

He did. Something similar to a bikini. Hanari gagged.

Hanari spit his Tequila all over the bar.

"Holy shit, Amendola actually is a woman! All this time I thought 'she' was just a really ugly dude!"

"She's a really ugly woman."

"That isn't a woman, hermano. That is a creature!"

".....creature as it may be, its a creature with a vagina."

Hanari mopped up the now wet bar, then wiped his chin with his sleeve.

"......Its a creature I have no choice but to make tap out Sunday night."

"So you won your debut, the triple threat match at Revival, and all Hanari has heard since is how Constance Amendola is the future, Constance Amendola is an up and comer, Constance Amendola is going to to big things. Let me tell you now, chicos and chicas, Constance Amendola is going to tap out. She is going to cry and beg me not to break her arm, but that doesn't matter. You see, losing to Kyleigh Everhart was an embarrassment that I can not stand for. I am the most dangerous man on this roster, and I took her lightly.

Why?

My respect for women.

This is a company owned by a woman, the flagship show which I am a member of has all female champions, I have been booked against women twice now---I wanted to come in and make an impression on Ms. Baylor.

That wasn't the impression I had in mind.

You see, when I broke off from Chaotic Inc. in XWF, I did my own thing. I did some soul searching, I found peace. THAT is where my success fell off. I was the Campeón de televisión in my second ever match. I took Masterminds 129 day reign and I shattered it, just like I shattered his arm. I was known for being ruthless, and technically advanced inside that ring. Chris Chaos used that to his advantage, and made me a monster. I did a lot of things I am not proud of while working under that regime, but I have to weigh my success.....I was Un campeón and one of the most feared men on the roster. Hell, in the world. When Chaos and I drifted apart, I lost my edge. I'll admit it. I became a joke, and eventually a one-off on XWF television whenever they needed a card filled. I came to OCW for a new beginning, to re-define myself, and to find that swagger I had lost when Chaos pulled the rug out from under me suddenly. I won my debut, but then the doors closed. I could have stayed home in the Dominican, and counted my money. Instead, I wanted to fight. I wanted to prove a point. I wanted to hurt people.

So I am here, and I am coming to Biloxi, for one purpose.

To make this 'rising star' a victim, and put her where she belongs. On the shelf.

Viva la republica dominicana!

Viva la OCW!

Viva la Hanari Carnes!"