Opening Match

[ocheeva]

Fireworks start to explode as the viewers at home see their television sets light up with every color possible by the box's. You can see everyone in attendance on their feet and cheering for what is sure to be a great night of action. Signs line rows for as far as the eye can see with all different contrast of colors as the fans that are now packed into the cozy arena are hopeful that their favorite Fighty fighty person will see it and appreciate the respect they have earned.

Colin: "Gotta love when we start a show off with a bang and tonight is no exception as we have two, that's right, TWO titles on the line tonight! The first being the GHW Television Title between Jon Main and Young Gangsta in a Ladder Match!"

Al: "That's right Colin, that one should be a great one but the one I am most excited for is the GHW Championship Title match! I mean, you have Freebird McCoy facing off against Dominik Santiago!"

The fireworks have stopped booming through the arena and as the people closest to main stage's hearing returns people can hear the theme song from the days Pay Per View blaring over the loudspeakers. A video is running on the big screen showing the events leading up to tonight's Ladder match. The camera then shifts onto the duo of Al Mulligan and Colin Jennings.

Colin: "Even though that is only a singles match Colin I would have to agree, it should test both competitors skills tonight. What a card we have tonight! And with that ladies and gentlemen we welcome you to our broadcast as you welcome us into your homes. Thank you for joining us for tonight and we are sure to bring you non-stop action!"

Al: "Non-stop action is absolutely right! We have two title matches tonight and neither are even the main event! We have a real treat tonight as the Main Event consists of...."

Before Al can mutter another word, the lights in the arena go out and the music ends abruptly. Silence befalls the crowd as they sit and await in suspense! The crowd begins to grow restless as the whispers and clamors grow louder as if the wait was more of an inconvenience than the start of something sure to be great. Then just as it seems like five minutes have past by, the crowd begins to hear sounds from the loudspeakers.

Test, Test, This is a Test....

Music begins to blare over the loudspeakers and a sound not heard before resonates into every ear in the arena as well everyone watching at home. Just then a dark orange glow begins to fill the entrance ramp and opening as smoke begins to rise. A figure enters the orange mist and walks slowly into the center of the ramp but stops before walking down. The camera continues to focus on this figure as he stands there with his head slightly tilted down.

Al: "Oh my fucking god I thought it was only a rumor! No way is he back! This is an insane way to start tonight's Pay Per View!"

Colin: "You talking about the man that disappeared abruptly years ago after going undefeated and after beating people like Dominik Santiago and Hybasu!?"

Al: "That was when Santiago first started so he is no where near the competitor that the champ is now but yes Colin you are right!"

Charlie: "Ladies and gentlemen, introducing to the ring, making his return to GHW, he is six foot two and weighing in at 265 pounds, The Dark Brotherhood Assassin, OOOOOOOCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

Ocheeva then slowly lifts his head and as he does his arms go up as well. As his head straightens and stops moving to show a focused body at top of the ramp, his arms lift above his head and he raises them to the sky and as he does, fireworks begin to shoot up behind him! One, two, three, gold bursts as the third sprinkles down a few golden sparkles. He then drops his hands to his side and calmly makes his way to the ring. As he nears the ring he notices the ramp and makes a half gallop jump up to the second step and then without pause steps onto the third step and then onto the side of the ring as he holds the ropes for support. He takes a moment to look around before ducking under the top rope and easily steps through it and into the ring.

Test, Test, this is a Test...

Colin: "And i was excited for the card we already had, and now we have this as our opener! This is gonna be a Pay Per Veiw for the ages my friend."

The lights begin to brighten to the normal lighting for the arena and the music fades into the distance as Ocheeva is shown wearing black short-tights with a red hand on the behind. He also has on two knee pads as well with a matching set of gloves to go with. His chest shows the signs of many hardcore battles he has gone through over the years as scars litter the very muscular surface. Ocheeva stands in silence as he stares down the ramp to see who is victim is on the return of the Dark Brotherhood Assassin.....

[Desperado]

"And making his debut tonight, ... from Miami, Florida. ... Weighing in at 178lbs ... Little Jimmy."

The crowd give a half-hearted applause for the newcomer as a young man with a huge smile steps up from behind the curtains. He's dressed in a wrestling outfit as if he was performing for a college wrestling team. He blond hair are flattened down and his blue eyes seem ready for the challenge. He stands at the entrance overwhelmed, taking in the atmosphere, before taking his first few steps to stardom.

But before he truly has a chance to step into the lime-light. An unexpected but very familiar appears just behind him. With his hair a mess, a scruffy beard on his chin and a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, it would be easy to mistake him for a hobo. The only thing that made you realize this was no ordinary man was his amazingly built temple of a body. There was no mistaking it. This man was none other than the former Imperial Champion, a GHW Legend in his own right but perhaps better known as the man who slayed Strife.

"Is that Desperado? Don't tell me that's Desperado..."

"What in the world is he doing here tonight? He's not on the card. Hell he's not even on the roster."

Desperado walked up to the young Fighty fighty person, eyeing him up and down before his seriously kept face broke into a sly smirk. Those who knew of Desperado would have saw this coming. Those who didn't, like Little Johnny before him, the almighty uppercut would knock your lights out before you even knew what hit you.

"A One-Hit K.O. Desperado just nailed the new guy."

"Was there seriously a need for that? What is going on here? Are we meant to call security or what."

A surprised Ocheeva looks on as well the crowd who were by no means expecting the fan favorite to be out here tonight. He steps past the fallen young man, examining the extent of the damage before taking a glance at his fist. He seems pleased with himself. Despy takes a look down at the ring and a casual smile appears on his face. Before you know it, Desperado is taking large strides down the ring and a worried Ocheeva takes a fighting pose but instead of entering the ring, Despy goes around the back to the announce tables, taking a microphone from one of the ring-side assistants. He taps the mic against his head to make sure its working before placing his drink at the announcers tables and entering the ring.

"I think that's a gift for you Al. Haha..."

"I think he'll be coming back for it. I wouldn't touch it. Don't want to get on the bad side of Desperado. Especially when he's in such a volatile mood."

Desperado stands before his old acquaintance. He looks him up and down, making sure it is indeed Ocheeva before he takes the microphone to his lips.

"And look who it is? Back after God knows how long... What the fuck you doing here? Why the fuck did you even come back bro? Didn't you know somebody would be waiting here? All these years... Forgot about what you did to me? Think I would forget? You thought you would waltz back here and pretend all will be forgiven. That's what you thought right? Don't even give me that face where you don't know what I'm talking about."

Desperado pauses a moment, trying to get his emotions in check and thought in gear as he paces around uncontrollably.

"You sold me out. Fucked off before we even had a chance to get something started. I thought you had my back but he left me in the deep shit and fucked off didn't you... I'm talking about ICW you son-of-a-bitch. You promised me greatness. A place I could call home where people like me would be welcomed, trained and made into the legends. I believed you and followed you out. Spent all my savings into the project. Gave all my time and effort because I believed in you. But when the goings went tough, you bailed out on me. ICW folded. I invested more money into it in my attempts to bring it back but time and time again it failed. ICW created a legacy of great young superstars in the likes of NVX, Darnez FC, The Purest, Evan the Fallen Angel, TNT, Angel Morgan, Big Jimmy, AJ Scally but there were so many more we could have helped. It had so much potential but you fucked it up. IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT ICW DIED! YOUR FAULT!!! You're going to pay for it you son-of-a-bitch. I'm going to make sure you do."

Desperado threw the microphone into the canvas in a fit of rage. Taking up a fighting pose in the ring, he got ready to take his anger out on his former ally. He didn't really care what truly was the reason ICW folded. He didn't even care it folded. He was just angry. Angry with himself, angry with his life and angry with what he had become. Desperado needed someone to blame. All these years he had blamed Ocheeva for the route cause of this and now it was time to make him pay for the crimes he had committed.

"I don't know what has gotten into Desperado but he's made it pretty clear why he's out here tonight and what he's come out to do."

"I think he's just drunk out of his mind. He's talking total non-sense. What had Blood Runs Cold got anything to do with ICW or what happened in the past?"

"Beats me but it seems these two men have unfinished business and that always makes up for a good match in my books."

TBCB Ocheeva

[ocheeva]

The crowd is in a frenzy as the two stand a few feet apart. Ocheeva begins to examine his once long time friend and business partner as if deciding on how to react to such an unexpected turn of events. He then has a small chuckle to himself as you can see the right side of his lip quiver up. He looks down and shakes his head slowly and then it snaps back up almost as quick as his right hand that then connects to the left cheek of the man that just called him out in front of the nation! Desperado immediately returns with a fist of his own. The two look like two kids on a playground as there seems to be no concern for accuracy. The referee then calls for the bell to begin the match.

Ding

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Al: "I can't believe what we are seeing! Two long time friends that are rarely seen in the first place going at it in front of our very own eyes!"

Colin: "Well not only that Al but we have two similar techniques here as well. They both love to brawl and they both love hurting people. That's what made them inseparable in the first place!"

Al: "You mean till they separated?"

Colin: "You know what i meant Al..."

Al: "I know you meant to sound like an idiot."

No one seems to be gaining the upper hand as there is only a one inch difference in height and 3 pounds in weight until Ocheeva ducks under what fans of Will Farrel would call crazy fists to dodge a wild and errant throw, and comes with a right hand to the chin to send Desperado to the ground. Desperado looks stunned that Ocheeva would dare use a variation even of one of his very own moves while he leans up. Ocheeva begins to advance but his opponent quickly regains himself and gets to his feet. Ocheeva is lunged forward as he was too late with the right foot he tried to send through Desperado's face during the transition of position.

Al: "These guys defiantly know eachohter and its gonna take something big to make an impact in this one i bet."

Colin: "Well both of these guys have known each other for so long that I'm sure they know that their normal tricks won't work."

Before Ocheeva can turn around from his missed attempt, Desperado has lept into the air and placed both feet into his back sending him into a mixture of mat and bottom rope. The crowd begins to eat up the chess match that is Ocheeva vs Desperado and the announcers take notice by letting the electric fly! Cheers are mixed with boos and cries of joy mixed with shouts of anger. Desperado decides to turn things up while he has the advantage and dashes to the opposite ropes as fast as he can only to return faster than he began toward the downed opponent. Ocheeva doesn't see his nemesis leap from mid ring toward him with a drawn elbow in the air. It lands squarely in his back and The Dark Brotherhood Assassin quickly rolls out of the ring holding his back in pain. Knowing you cant let your opponent rest, Desperado slides out of the ring in pursuit of his prey. Ocheeva sees this coming and quickly rolls into the ring before the referee still in the ring can even raise his hands to count to two. The man outside decides to not put himself in jeopardy by entering in the same area and walks a few paces while watching his opponent carefully. He then slides in quickly but Ocheeva was waiting for him n stomps on his hand as he enters.

Colin: "That's why these two were so hated as a team back then, they use cheap moves like that."

Al: "Did you say good? Because i believe that they won with their tactics. And the fans love winners."

Desperado clutches his hand and the right foot of his opponent continued to strike down. The man on bottom rolls away and tries to get up as he crawls up to his knees. The Dark Brotherhood Assassin is closely behind and grabs him to try and help him to his feet only to receive a punch to the stomach for his effort. Ocheeva bends over a few inches in pain as he receives another. Ocheeva tries to break the momentum with a right elbow to the face and it connects cleanly sending the other man stumbling backward and turning to the side. Before he can regain his composure, the legend Desperado is grabbed around his waist and flung backward through the air. He sees the arena spin as he almost flips completely around but is lucky enough to land on his neck in what looks like a gruesome landing. Ocheeva looks happy with his toss as a smile begins to grow across his menacing face.

Al: "I think you forgot that they were both fond of suplex's as well Colin, I mean, you don't see a suplex like that anymore! They are literally the same size but yet he was able to toss him like he was a doll!"

Ocheeva walks with what looks like premature swagger toward his fallen victim and bends over to pick him up. He drags him the small distance toward the nearest turnbuckle and smashes his face into it and to his pleasure sees his old friends face bounce off with a dazed look. He keeps the pressure on by sending a few right hands into the mans face and then slowly helps bring the man up and onto the top turnbuckle. Desperado now sitting on the turnbuckle in an act of desperation to not get overwhelmed early, pushes his opponent away and then leaps forward bringing his forearm across his opponents face. The weight of a 260ish pound guy flying through the air sends both men down hard. Desperado tries to use the switch of momentum by getting to his feet quickly while Ocheeva lies face first on the mat.

[Desperado]

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(OOC: Here's my contract for future reference as my weight is at 228lbs not 260. Could you post up your contract as well. I kinda like having one before I write a match-post. Thanks. Will post when you get it up.)



BARTA EDIT: Ocheeva's Contract
(Sorry for interjecting on your post, Despy. I found it when I was sifting the RP contracts.)

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Desperado watched over his fallen opponent with a sinister glare in his eye. This was perfect; his opponent lying at his feet. Now was the time to dish out the punishment. As Desperado reached down to grab Ocheeva by the head, he lost his balance and stumbled right over Ocheeva’s body. His drunken state was starting to become a problem. The Brooklyn born brawler was aware of his current limitations. Despite being drunk, his awareness in the ring was still sharper than most. Making the most of the situation, Desperado pressed his knee forcefully in the sternum of his former ally, making sure he felt the pain deep in cold, black heart before he released him; courtesy of the referee for intervening. Desperado once again got to his feet, this time picking Ocheeva up along-side him. His opponent had one hand placed on his chest, struggling to breathe, whilst he used his free hand in weak attempts to push Desperado away. The former Imperial Champion was having none of it. An Irish whip sent the Dark Brotherhood Assassin into the padded turnbuckle. The contact didn’t cause too much harm but the follow-up Desperado had set-up was quite painful indeed. The Yank threw his whole body, shoulder first, into the 240 pounder, crushing him into the corner with his strength. The dazed Ocheeva fell forward due to the recoiled impact and straight into the arms of his old friend. It was his misfortune that this friend was no longer comrade but an enemy of the worst kind. Desperado carried nothing but hate for the co-founder of ICW. Desperado grasped his opponent around the body with both arms, entrapping Ocheeva’s arms within before heaving him off the ground with a releasing belly-to-belly suplex.

“Desperado is showing his experience in the ring. Despite his current state and time out, this guy rarely has any ring-rust. You could say he was born to fight.”

“Ocheeva on the other hand has been away from wrestling for a while. Although he seems to be in good shape in terms of physique, I doubt he has experienced such a high intensity encounter in a while. This might lead to his downfall.”

“But from what we know of this man. He hates losing. He would do anything to turn a match around whereas Desperado is known to throw a match away on several occasions due to a loss of concentration or complacency.”

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The angry young superstar remained on the ground smiling to himself. His opponent was also on the ground, flat on his back. The only difference between the two was the cocky grin Desperado held. Desperado suddenly turned onto his front, supporting his body on the palms of his hands as he scuttled over to his rival, staring into his face to catch a glimpse of the pain Ocheeva was going through. It didn’t take the veteran long to regain his composure as he began to climb back to a vertical stance. Desperado jumped back on to his feet in no time and waited for the moment when Ocheeva was almost back to a stance before he took a stride forward and let his right leg whip forward into the back of Ocheeva’s knee, sending the former champion back to the ground. His body connected with the canvas in a whiplashing effect. Pain re-emerged and once again, Ocheeva was looking worse for wear. Desperado crouched down, sitting over Ocheeva and tutting at the expense of his rival. He showed little concern for his opponent and showed no remorse what-so-ever when it came to inflicting pain. This was Desperado’s true nature and he didn’t care people made of it. It was his good fortune that the fans still loved him. The cries for his name beckoned him to continue. Desperado could tell, even these fans knew Ocheeva deserved a beating for his crimes.

“Ocheeva just can’t seem to get a hold in this match as of yet. Do you think he has any chance of getting back into it?”

“I think he just got himself a hold in this match. Ocheeva has brought his right leg through and kicked the back of an un-expecting Despy’s heel. Ocheeva has found himself a small opening. Can he capitalize on it?”[/b][/color]

The Black Marsh martial-artist sweeps his leg across the ground to strike Desperado’s heel causing the confident GHW Superstar to meet the ground. Having caught the five-time nexus finalist out, Ocheeva immediately pounced the opportunity, literally as he mounted Desperado and began to pound away at his face. His left hand kept Desperado’s head pinned down whilst his right fist began to plummet the pretty boy’s face.

There was a roar from the crowd as a series of jeers began to explode and it soon reached the ears of their favourite. Desperado intervened just before the 6th and final punch could make contact. Blocking the incoming attack with his forearm, Desperado threw a punch of his own and struck Ocheeva firmly on the cheek. This was enough to force Ocheeva back and allowed Desperado to escape. His efforts didn’t keep him out of trouble for long. Ocheeva grabbed Despy by his scruffy hair before Brooklyn’s finest even had a chance to regain his stance. Before Desperado knew it, his waist was locked within the arms of the Black Marsh Assassin. Ocheeva planted his feet into the ground before lifting Desperado up and over his head with a well executed german suplex. Despite such a powerful manoeuvre, the arms of Ocheeva remained in check. Desperado was not getting anywhere fast. There was a lot of pain he had to go through first. Ocheeva had no plans to losing this match and he knew exactly how to wear Desperado down. Forcing Desperado to his feet once more by crushing his abdomen using his mammoth like arms, Ocheeva once again picked Desperado off his feet and into the canvas they both fell. The impact on Desperado’s back and neck was becoming a nuisance as was the fact Ocheeva had no plans of releasing him just yet. Desperado got to his feet, struggling whilst doing so and yet again found himself swung through the air in a semi-circle before another crash into the canvas.

“That’s three german suplex Al. That’s what you call the rolling germans and it doesn’t look like he’s planning to stop any time soon. Can Desperado even take any more of these?”

“Desperado is fully aware of this manoeuvre. It’s one of his own personal favourites.”

“Doesn’t look like he’s enjoying it at this very moment.”

“No he doesn’t. Haha...”[/b][/color]
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[ocheeva]

The fans seem to enjoy seeing their man of choice deliver suplex after suplex by voicing their support with shouts of excitement and Ocheeva doesn't know what to think as he has always been use to one path his whole career. He then thinks to himself that he knows he's right in this situation and that the fans believe in him as well so he is going to prove them right by winning this match tonight on not only his return but the return of his now biggest enemy ever. After all, if he is going to return and make a run for a title, he has to settle an old score first. The fans then break into a chant after Desperado hits the surface beneath him.

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After you hear the crowd cheer with joy after seeing five consecutive german suplex's they are left watching as one man exhausted and one man through sheer pain and discomfort lay motionless on the canvas. The referee begins to check on both men as Ocheeva starts to crawl up to a knee and push himself up to his feet. The crowd loves to see their man stand up and begin to cheer. He looks around at this new experience and a smirk comes across the mans face. He looks down toward his opponent and makes his journey toward him. Desperado suddenly feels a jerk on the back of his head as he is forced to his knees and then slammed face first back into the canvas. Ocheeva lurches forward toward the ring ropes and grabs on to hold himself back from his momentum exerted. He then looks into the crowd and points to a kid wearing a GHW Blood Runs Cold t-shirt and mouths something that he wouldn't be able to hear if he was even at ringside. The boy smiles back as he likes the new addition to the GHW roster.

Colin: "What you think he said Al? It kinda looked like he said, this ones for you!"

Al: "It doesn't matter because you were talking. If you would shut up I could hear it next time."

Colin: "Hear it? How can you hear anything with all these screaming fans!"

Al: "You really are an idiot, you know that? I was being sarcastic because it doesn't matter what he said. We are about to see it anyways!"

And with that he turns around toward his opponent and grabs him by the head again. Desperado is feeling the affects of the drinking as he has an early match dizziness and tries to shake his head as much as he can to rub it off but Ocheeva has a good grasp. The man is then dragged slowly toward the middle of the ring and left on his knees. Ocheeva backs himself up toward the ropes and at last second lunges back with good force and runs toward the downed man. Desperado in a drunken daze doesn't know which way to dodge and last second picks his right side. and the assassin is sent crashing to the mat as he led with both feet forward and misses. His head bounces off the canvas below and with that he holds his head in pain and rolls to his stomach. In an act of desperation, his opponent rolls over onto his rear and backs up to a set of ring ropes. He begins to slowly lift himself up as he grabs the middle rope and as he does he begins to remember why Ocheeva was so good in the first place. The hated man is booed as he shakes a few cob-webs out of his head and raises the remainder of the way to his feet. As he approaches cautiously, a quick kick to the side assures that there is no possum play as Ocheeva rolls over immediately in pain from the strike. Desperado then sends a flurry of stomps down as he sees an opening to soften up his opponent. The fallen Fighty fighty person tries to roll away from the onslaught but it follows him wherever he goes. As Ocheeva is attempting to crawl away, he feels a tug at his right leg and it is then suddenly lifted into the air and slammed onto the ground.

Al: "He is pouncing on Ocheeva and not letting him get any breathing room. That is a very good strategy I would think both Fighty fighty persons would probably like to employ in this one.

Colin: "Ok, well now who's being obvious Al. That is a good strategy in ANY match!"

The Dark Brotherhood Assassin knows very much so about picking your spots and taking advantageous when they are given in his years of training before his wrestling days. It is what made him the man he is today and accounted for much of his success. He also knows that his familiar "friend" knows the same thing as he isn't exactly a dullard. As the fallen opponent is on the ground in pain, Desperado takes the time to soak in all the negative energy he has just realized he has been receiving in the last passing minutes. He looks around with a smile that looked to invite more taunts from the crowd as he is obviously enjoying this. He then looks down at Ocheeva and stomps down on the knee a good six to seven times in a rapid succession. Ocheeva then tries to roll over to shield the barrage but his enemy has switched the momentum quickly to a submission maneuver! Before there can be a reaction, the Fighty fighty person with the advantage was already holding the right ankle and twisting with all his might! Ocheeva couldn't resist shrieking out in pain as he looked for the nearest ropes. He sees that he is almost in the center of the ring and feels not fear or the will to give up but determination. Determination to make it to the rope and try to turn the tide of battle that he has found himself in tonight.

Al: "Desperado may be able to end this one right now as he is in good position in the ring! If he can just hold his opponent to the middle of the ring, he should be ok and if he can hold on long enough of course, get this submission!"

As the arms of Ocheeva are stretched out you can see the pain in his face start to show signs that he is breaking. There looks to be too much space between the ropes and his arms and it doesn't look like he will make it as he is being held by a good anchor to the middle of the ring. The crowd doesn't like seeing this and the man standing knows this as he taunts the crowd for more negative responses. Everyone knows that if the man with the ankle being twisted can't get to the ropes soon, it will be over as no ones ankle can last that much pressure for that long and with that thought, Ocheeva makes a lurch forward toward the ropes in front of his face. He knows he desperately needs to get there quick and tries to make another lurch forward but only gets a few more inches. He makes a quick out reach for the ropes again but fails to make contact with them. It takes a second for Desperado to realize this as he is still sulking in the fans disgust with him and begins to pull him into the middle of the ring again. When he sees he has succeeded in regaining his position in the middle of the ring, he reapplies the submission again but this time with more torque. Ocheeva knows he was close to escaping and blew it as he writhes in pain once again.

[Desperado]

Just when it seems Ocheeva has had enough and is on the verge of tapping out, Desperado releases the hold much to the surprise of all watching. Something had just occurred to him. The deadly and dangerous superstar was on the verge of making a huge mistake. A smirk of pure evil lit up his face as he took Ocheeva by the hair and lifted him up to a stance; his opponent struggling to stand on his injured foot.

“You thought I would let you off so easily. You think you can just tap out and get a jail-free card out of this one? Do you know how long I have waited for this? To get you in the ring so I can punish you for what you did... This is far from over. I will hurt you old friend until each and every bone in your body cries in pain. Until this message doesn’t burn inside each cell in your body and you beg for forgiveness, this torture will continue. I promise you. You will regret what you did...”

With his clear yet confusing message Desperado struck his knee into the chest of Ocheeva, not once or twice but several times before releasing him. Ocheeva fell to the floor, clutching his ribs, coughing hard, short of breath. There was a look of agony on his face as he was out of energy and out of options. For a man of his age returning to the ring against a much fitter and physically superior athlete, this was a true test.

“Get up old man. Show me what you got... Come one, hit me. You come back to here to fight right? So what the fuck are you doing crawling around the floor? Is this the guy who was undefeated? Are you the former GHW Test of Honor Champion? Where’s your honor now? You’re disgusting do you know that... You want this to end don’t you? I can tell, I can feel it.”

Desperado throws his foot forward and strikes the Dark Brotherhood Assassin full on the face, knocking him on to his back. The display of ruthlessness and lack of humanity shown by Desperado shows a change of heart within the audience and suddenly where there were once cheers for the Brooklyn Superstar, there are now a shower of boo’s. Desperado looks around and laughs to himself.

“You got sympathy for this guy. You’re booing me for him? This worthless piece of shit ho left ICW to rot. He was a champion here at GHW and what did he do? He fucked off because he didn’t think the title or this federation were worth his efforts. And now that his life has no meaning, he decides to return. You want to return Ocheeva? Well before we can do that, you got to beg for forgiveness. You see, we haven’t forgiven you Ocheeva so beg. Beg at my feet you son-of-whore!”

The crowd become firm on their stance against Desperado and before he knows it, there’s a “Let’s Go Ocheeva!” chant coming one side of the building and a “Desperado Sucks!” from the other side. Desperado stands in the ring, smiling to himself, showing little care for the affection from the crowd he had just lost. Taking a hand from each side, he sticks up his middle finger and shows it to both sets of the audience, mouthing the words. “Fuck You!”

“The lack of respect Desperado is showing for his opponent tonight is disgusting. He shouldn’t bring personal matters that occurred so long ago in to this.”

“It has been more than 5 years yet he still holds on to it. Let it go Desperado...”

Desperado looks to turn his attention back to his fallen opponent but to his surprise the floor before him is empty. Before Desperado even has a chance to react, the arms of his rival are locked around his waist once again and a huge release german suplex follows. The technically gifted superstar crash lands on the mat in an awkward format and is shown clutching his neck immediately as if he has severely injured himself. Ocheeva is slightly confused but there is concern on his face and he rushes to Desperado’s aid after a moment’s hesitation. This turned out to be a huge mistake as the cunningly corrupt Superstar takes the extended arm Ocheeva had used to examine Despy and traps it within his legs along with Ocheeva’s head, wrapping his legs around them in a triangle lock.

“Despy’s trapped him in a deadly submission hold. The Triangle Choke. This doesn’t look good for Ocheeva.”

“It just shows, Despy can never be trusted. Foe or friend, do not trust this guy. He will stoop to any level to bring you down.”

[Edit: Added colors. I was in a hurry when I posted so I didn't get the chance. Thought I might as well for those who might want to read it.]