Ocheeva vs Carlo Manfredi - I Quit Match

[ocheeva]

The lights go out in the entire arena and the titantron flashes the words Ocheeva in running letters. The video shows him doing the Spike to various opponents in his career. It then slows down to show him howling over a fallen victim with his hands out to his sides. Nobody in the arena can see a thing until six red lights flash on and begin to circle around the arena. They race toward the middle of the building as they all meet in the middle of the ring. The huge red dot finally makes it to the top of the stage as smoke begins to pour out from behind the curtain and from below the stage. A light can be seen shooting out from behind the stage and through the smoke. Music can also be heard growing in the background.

"I drink I smoke I f*ck
My kind we fight in the club
I mix up that vodka with the chronic and I feel that love
I dream I work I bleed
I say things that I don't really mean
I'm not into Jail-bait but my girlfriends only seventeen
Can I hit that can I rip that can I lick that Can I get that from behind
I'm murdering and stabbing so much vag I'm wanted for vagaside
I'm living a life of sin, no I don't have any friends
Now the rain is coming and I'm running from myself again"


Pate: "I can’t believe we are going to see an I Quit match Darrell! It’s Ocheeva’s Test of Honor Championship against Carlo Manfredi’s career!"

White: "I know, it’s crazy! If I had to choose which was more important, I would have to go with Ocheeva’s Test of Honor title, I mean, c’mon, who really cares about Carlo Manfredi anyways?"


"I feel this darkness coming over me
It's taking over me
Now you can rest in pieces
By the time the sun goes down
Now nigga you can rest in pieces"

Ocheeva walks out from behind the curtain wearing his black cloak as. In orange lettering are the words, "The Silent Assassin" on the back. Xavier Phoenix doesn’t seem to be with him for some reason, as he cannot be seen. He has his championship belt thrown over his shoulder also. His hood is up and draped over the front of his face to disguise it even though everyone obviously knows who this is by now. He stops in the entrance doorway where smoke is shooting from and into, and tilts his head back. Ocheeva then lifts his title high into the air. He soon brings it back down to his side and throws it back over his shoulder as he makes his way down the ramp with the lights fixed on him. The Silent Assassin walks slowly down the ramp only to stop in the middle.

"Lets ride yeah everybody gonna die
f*ck the world nigga ain't nobody getting out alive
Lets ride motherfucker we all gonna die
We already dead ain't nobody getting out"

Ocheeva then tilts his head back slowly. His hood falls off and smoke begins to be blown out from his mouth. The fans boo louder but it doesn't seem to affect Ocheeva as he slowly brings his head back down. With the only lights on in the building being the six red lights that make a huge dot, Ocheeva is the only thing that can be seen in the arena.

Lizzie: "The following match is a Career vs Championship match and it is an I Quit Match! The only way to win is to make your opponent say “I Quit” into a microphone. From Fond du Lac Wisconsin, Weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the Silent Assassin, Ocheeeeeeva!"

The Silent Assassin makes his way down the ramp the rest of the way and as soon as he comes close to the ring apron he blows out what must be the rest of the smoke out of his nose. Ocheeva jumps up and lands onto a knee on the side ring apron. He then grabs the middle rope to pull himself up and as he does he looks around at the crowd for a moment. He then pulls himself up to his feet and puts his right foot between the middle and top rope. He ducks under the top rope and pulls himself in the ring the rest of the way as the crowd continues to boo.

"I paint a picture that's perfect so you can see what I'm saying
I state it perfectly clearly so that you know I ain't playing
Cause I don't give a f*ck about you or that shit that you're saying
Because you caught up in the matrix you blind you sleeping homie
I dream I work I bleed I say things that I don't really mean
But mostly when I drink too much and I'm smoking too much coush and I'm under too much pressure I think I think too much
I can't find my piece of mind I feel like I'm losing touch"


Pate: “The history between these two men is definitely there. If you have been following Wednesday Night Genesis at all, you would know that these two men have been battling it out for almost two months now and every time with the exception of their first meeting, did Ocheeva come out on top.”

White: “Well, it seemed to be enough to make Carlo put up his whole career in this I Quit match to defeat his nemesis here at the biggest PPV in GHW history, and I have to say, it seems like a horrible idea. You really think that Carlo Manfredi can defeat The Silent Assassin?”

Pate: “We better hope so, otherwise this is going to be the last time we ever see Carlo Manfredi!”

The lights come back on as he places it on the corner turnbuckle and begins to take off his cloak to reveal two black shoulder pads and matching kneepads as well. He wears tights that cut off at the thighs and on the back is "Ocheeva" in orange. He hands his cloak down to a ring tech on the outside and then turns to face his belt. The Silent Assassin grabs a hold of it and hooks it with his right hand and walks to the middle of the ring. He hoists it high into the air and this gets a negative reaction from the crowd.

"So throw your guns up playa and raise 'em up high
It's a revolution you know we can't be denied
It's (Hed)pe homie we born to ride
this a motherfuckin' gang and we down for life"






TbC: Carlo Manfredi

(OoC: Great, spellcheck doesn't work again. )

[TPK]

Ocheeva slowly lowers his belt and looks down at it before handing it slowly over to the ref who holds it high up in the air before handing it to a ring tech who carries it over to the time keeper's table, Ocheeva stretches casually as he awaits his opponent to come down to the ring.

JP: You know for a guy who could possibly lose his title belt here tonight Ocheeva seems eerily calm, it's almost as if he has already counted the other man out and that is never a good idea in this business.

Ray: Now now Jimmy, when you are as drop dead sexy as Ocheeva what is there to worry about...well other than protecting your face, but it's only Carlo Manfredi we are talking about he isn't a threat to anyone but Carlo Manfredi!

The arena lights dim down as a spotlight shaped like a bullseye shines down on the ramp, the sound of a gunshot booms throughout the arena causing a roar of cheers to sound as Keep Away by Godsmack plays

JP: For those of you watching us live on pay per view the sound you hear is that of one hundred and four thousand and some odd fans cheering for Carlo Manfredi...and Jimmy the atmosphere here in the Neyland Stadium Arena is something...well it's just something you have to experience to get the full experience and I am glad that I am doing that now!

Ray: Eh it's ok, I don't see why these fans seem to cheer Carlo though, it's obvious he could care less about them, doesn't bother "me" he thinks like that hell I think it's sexy...but not sure why the fans seem to like it as much as they do.

Lizzy: Introducing the challenger from Hell's Kitchen in New York City, he stands in at five feet eleven inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds, give it up for Carlo MAN...FREDI!

Carlo's music goes on for a few moments but Carlo is nowhere to be seen as Ocheeva cracks an evil grin, Ocheeva leans back against the ropes and grins as the music stops, a moment passes and Keep Away by Godsmack hits again

Lizzy: Carlo...Manfredi.

Once again Carlo's music plays for a few moments but Carlo is nowhere to be seen, Ocheeva's grin grows as he chuckles a little bit and leans himself back against the ropes bouncing forward every few seconds.

JP: What the hell is going on here! I mean thats Carlo's music and there is "still" Carlo, meanwhile Ocheeva is standing over there grinning like The Cheshire Cat!

Ray: Geez your slow Jimmy, it's painfully obvious whats going on here, Carlo Manfredi just realized it would be best for him to save face and leave a little early if you catch my drift.

The ref starts to signal a no contest when suddenly the tron shows Carlo Manfredi still in his sweat pants and a black t-shirt laying on his stomach on the hard concrete floor of his locker room with Xavier Phoenix standing over him rubbing the head of his metal cane, Ocheeva grins as he nods and mouths "perfect" he signals for the ref to start the match as he quickly exits the ring and gets himself up the ramp as fast as he possibly can, the camera cuts over to the announce booth as Ray is smiling in agreement with Xavier's attack while JP is shaking his head in disgust.

JP: That low down dirty dog Xavier Phoenix! No wonder we didn't see him come down with Ocheeva, I should have damn well know he would stoop to such measures! If Ocheeva wins this match because of Xavier Phoenix I can't tell you just how pissed of I am going to be!

Ray: Wow take it easy Jimmy, at least "try" to retain a little of that professionalism you seem to love so much.

JP: I never thought I would hear these words come out of my mouth, but you are absolutely right Rey, I apologize for that outburst and as soon as we get a camera man in position we will cut to the action.

The scene opens back up and shows Carlo crawling away from Xavier as he rubs the back of his head, Xavier quickly tries to slam the Cane back down into the back of Carlo's head but Carlo quickly rolls to his back and gets his hand around the cane. he rips the cane out of Xavier's hand and in one quick motion gets to his feet and thrusts the cane to the side hitting the rounded bottom of the cane into the side of Xavier's face flooring him, almost immediately after the locker room door burst opens and Ocheeva storms in not wasting any time rushing Carlo, he lowers his shoulder into Carlo and runs forward drilling Carlo's back into a large metal locker which causes Carlo's grip on the cane to loosen making him drop it. Ocheeva backs away as Carlo slides down the locker and lands in a sitting position against it, Ocheeva quickly gets his hands on the first thing he can find which just happens to be a black steel folding chair, he folds the chair up and thrusts it forward stabbing Carlo in the chest with it causing him to groan loudly and slump over to his side, a ref walks in holding a ref and Ocheeva smiles as Xavier gets back to his feet looking angry and rubbing his head.

JP: Well it may not be the most conventional place to start this fight off, but GHW is no conventional wrestling federation either, no sir we strive to bring you the best and I think we will see these two men do the exact same weather they know it or not!

Ray: I think I got wood! *JP shoots a disgusted look to Ray* Get your mind out of the gutter Jimmy, I was talking about this damn splinter, I just can't seem to get that damn thing out and it's pissing me off!

TBC

[ocheeva]

Ocheeva raises the black chair that is now bent high above his head. He then brings it down with such force that it bounces off Carlos arm as it connects. The Silent Assassin then tosses the chair to the side as he motions for a microphone from the referee. As the referee hands it to him, he snatches it away angrily. Ocheeva slowly raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.

Ocheeva: “You might as well give up now while I let you walk away on your own two feet.”

Carlo: “No…..”

Ocheeva bends over and slams the microphone into the back of his opponent’s head. He then drops it to the ground and uses his right foot to stomp on Carlo’s back. Ocheeva then looks over at Xavier Phoenix and motions for him to help pick up the beaten down Manfredi. While Xavier begins to pull Carlo Manfredi up to his feet, Ocheeva turns his attention to the black chair. He stairs at it as if he is fantasizing about good times he may have had with it or as if he was in love with it. Ocheeva then unfolds it and places it in the center of the locker room. He then helps pick up the familiar opponent by his right arm while his manager takes the left. They drag him over to the chair and place his face onto the chair. Xavier stands to the side of the chair and raises the cane high above his head. Ocheeva stands nearby as he awaits Carlo Manfredis execution. Xavier then quickly pulls his cane down but at the last moment, Carlo rolls off the chair and next to a locker. The force from the cane crashing down onto the chair shakes the cane from Xavier Phoenix’s hand as it falls to the ground. He shakes his hands as they surely hurt from that metal-to-metal contact. Ocheeva stands in shock but snaps back into reality quickly as he charges the escaped opponent. Carlo leaps out of the way as Ocheeva hits a locker with full force. Carlo Manfredi wastes no time as he leaps forward and lays his arm neatly across Xavier Phoenix’s face that looks to have knocked him out. Carlo gets up slowly with help of the wall and looks around at both men that are laid out in the room. He staggers over to the door that leads to the hallway. He leans out when he enters it to look both ways. Ocheeva is now starting to push himself up a little as he tries to gain some air back into his lungs. Carlo then turns around to see Ocheeva getting up to a knee while he holds the back of his head. Ocheeva sees his opponent trying to escape so he pushes himself up and off of the locker behind him. As he makes his way toward his opponent, Carlo takes a few steps back into the hallway waiting for him. As soon as Ocheeva entered the doorway, Carlo rushes forward and sends both feet into the chest of his opponent. The Silent Assassin flys backward and hits the ground flat on his back.

Pate: “Wow, I bet he didn’t think that the narrow doorway frame could be used against him like that! In a match like this, EVERYTHING matters.”

White: “Exactly Jimmy, the person that uses his surroundings around him the best in this match, will walk away with the victory.”

Carlo pushes himself slowly as he seems to be in no hurry after that move. He decides to press the action as he bends over to grab his opponent by the head. As he pulls him up, he drags him through the hallway by the hair. Ocheeva follows with a stumble as Carlo finds a nice place on the wall to smash his head into. Ocheeva bounces off of it as you can see a small spot of blood on the wall already. Carlo holds his grip on his opponent as he makes his way further down the hallway. With what seems like an act of desperation, Ocheeva sends a quick jab to the ribs of his opponent to stop the momentum forming. The Silent Assassin then stands up suddenly and sends a quick right hand to the face of his now turned around opponent. It connects cleanly and rocks Carlo backward a few steps. Ocheeva follows with great intensity as his opponent backs into a wooden door that swings open as he leans on it. He crashes to the ground and immediately begins to use his hands to back away while on the ground. Ocheeva enters slowly as he keeps his eyes focused on Manfredi. Xavier Phoenix can be seen behind Ocheeva again as he squeezes into what seems to be a bathroom. Xavier Phoenix begins to swing wildly with his cane in Carlos direction, but Carlo begins to fight back with great ferocity as he swings rights and lefts. The number game seems to catch up as Ocheeva then sneaks behind Carlo and wraps his arm around the front of his opponent’s neck. He seems to have him in a dragon sleeper hold as Ocheeva then falls straight down, forcing his opponent back first underneath Ocheeva into the ground.

White: “That was a reverse DDT on the ground of that bathroom! He could be knocked out. Carlo Manfredi seems to be fighting for his life right now!”

Xavier Phoenix puts hi cane down in the corner neatly. He then walks over to the fallen Carlo and drags him to a toilet stall. Ocheeva follows closely behind as he grabs both feet and raises them into the air. Ocheeva kicks his opponent’s head into the toilet bowl and you can see water splash as it enters. Carlo Manfredi immediately begins to move his head in all crazy directions as he tries to get out of the gross water. Xavier Phoenix laughs devilishly as he then flushes the toilet. Ocheeva then slides his grip down to around his opponent’s upper waist, but lower chest region. He holds on tight as he positions one leg onto a silver rail that is conveniently screwed into the stall. He pushes up as he lands his other leg on the opposite side. Ocheeva then waits a moment while he stands above the toilet with his opponent’s head pointed straight down. The crowd in the arena watching the titontron begins to gasp as they wait to see what his intentions are. Ocheeva looks to be ready to drop his opponent straight down, but Carlo seems to begin to struggle. He sends a knee to his opponent’s face that almost tips, Ocheeva backward and off of the railings. Manfredi then uses this momentum to kick off the wall and fling them backward. Ocheeva is flipped head over heels as Carlo Manfredi now has his opponent in a pile-driver move as they crash down onto the bathroom floor. Ocheeva lays motionless after his legs hit the ground from that huge counter. Xavier Phoenix backs away as he sees this move performed.

White: “That was a disgusting swirly that Carlo just had to deal with! Then, to make matters worse, it looked as if Ocheeva was going to drive Carlo down into the toilet, but luckily for Carlo, he was able to get out of that predicament. That could have ruined his cute little face!”

Pate: “Oh my lord in the heavens…”

Carlo Manfredi drags himself over to the heap of an opponent that is Ocheeva. He motions for a microphone from the referee. The referee gladly hands it over to Manfredi and backs away.

Carlo: “Give up you piece of shit.”

Ocheeva: “Fuck off.”

Carlo starts to bash the microphone into the face of Ocheevas already slightly cut forehead. Ocheeva tries to roll away from the flurries as Xavier Phoenix makes his way toward the action. Carlo notices this as he gets to his feet fairly quickly and throws the microphone toward the manager as a distraction. As Xavier catches it, Carlo Manfredi is already next to him grabbing a hold of his wrist. He uses all of his body to throw the bigger man into one of the locked stall doors across the room. Xavier Phoenix crashes through it and lays motionless next to the toilet. Carlo rests on his knee for a moment as he is in desperate need of air. Carlo finally pushes himself up slowly as he looks over at Ocheeva and then his puppet master. Carlo walks over to Ocheeva and kicks him in the side as he nears him. Ocheeva rolls over holding his chest as a smack echos in the bathroom walls. Carlo Manfredi then takes his opponents head with both arms and drags him to his feet slowly. He drags him to the middle of the room and looks over to the mirror. He rushes toward them with his opponents head in his hands. Once they are about two feet from the wall, Carlo flings his opponent forward and face first into the mirror. Ocheeva's face breaks the huge sheet of glass as it makes contact. He falls down to the ground and heaves as he moves slowly. Carlo stares at the destruction he has just caused as he regains his breath.

TbC: Carlo Manfredi

[TPK]

Ray: Oh well that proves Carlo isn't going to win this thing Jimmy!

JP: Ray I don't know what match "your" watching, but Carlo is the one who is still standing how does that prove he is going to lose this fight?

Ray: You must not be a very superstitious man Jimmy, I mean Carlo just broke a mirror...but wait he used Ocheeva's body to do it, so...who gets the seven years of bad luck?

Carlo stands there looking down at Ocheeva as the toilet water is dripping from his head and face and getting his t-shirt wet Carlo reaches down to grab The Silent Assassins hair, he gets a chunk of hair and begins forcing Ocheeva to his feet, Ocheeva gets to his feet and Carlo releases his grip and pulls his right fist back and quickly throws it forward, Ocheeva was ready for it however and ducks and moves forward causing Carlo's fist to slam hard into the tile wall, Carlo lets out a loud scream before Ocheeva puts both hands on Carlo's head and shoves him face first into the wall, Carlo's face hits hard and he falls immediately to his back and grabs his face, Ocheeva wanting to waste no time turns away from Carlo and goes to the wall opposite where the mirrors where, he places his hands on the sides of the hand dryer and pulls back forcefully, it doesn't want to come off at first but with a few good tugs the hand dryer is forced away from the wall leaving a few screw holes and some cracked plaster where it had been, Ocheeva turns back to Carlo who is using the sing to help him up, Ocheeva starts to move forward but stops himself when he sees the cord of the dryer plugged into the wall, he gives the dryer a few good yanks and the cord pulls easily out of the wall, as soon as the cord falls out of the wall Ocheeva takes a few quick steps forward and slams the dryer sideways into Carlo who turns right into it getting drilled right in the forehead, Carlo is sent backward and his back crashes into the sink, he clutches his back and falls to his knees prompting Ocheeva to lift the dryer up above his head and slam it down onto the top of Carlo's head busting him open and flooring him.

JP: Now both men are cut wide open and it's still anybodies match to win, because to be honest with you I don't see anyone of these two men uttering those two words that will end the match anytime in the near future!

Ray: Well Jimmy I would honestly schedule a optometrist appointment soon, maybe they can get you some new glasses because Carlo is clearly getting a beat down by the worlds sexiest assassin!

Carlo cracks a sick smile and looks back to Xavier who is just standing back watching the action unfold, he nods at him as if to ask to go for the win and Xavier just grins and nods back, Ocheeva slowly turns his head to the ref and asks for the mic, Ocheeva drops the dryer to the ground with a loud thud and takes the mic in hand before grabbing Carlo's wrist with his free hand and dragging him out into the hall, Ocheeva kneels beside Carlo and holds the mic up to his lips.

Ocheeva: Come on you little punk! Quit now and I promise I won't break your scrawny little neck!

Carlo: I...I...I won't quit!

As soon as the words escape Carlo's lips he spits in Ocheeva's face which makes his evil grin fade into a look of complete and absolute rage, Ocheeva slams the mic hard into Carlo's head causing a little static feed back before standing back up to his feet and looking around for environmental hot spots, Carlo sees something that catches his eye as he tosses the mic backwards nailing the ref in the chest with it, the ref fumbles the mic in his hands for a few moments before gaining control of it and backing away, Carlo walks quickly toward a stand that is set up with a few people in line, Carlo muscles his way to the front of the line and points at something in the stand, the guy at the counter points in the stand but the camera is out of position to see what was being pointed at, Ocheeva just nods and the man hands him a Test of Honer replica belt, the man holds his hand out as if asking for money for the belt.

Ocheeva: Hey dip shit, you see pockets on these damn tights? No well thats because they aren't there so how bout you for the moment stop being a complete jack ass and just charge the damn thing..can you do that, that would be great!

Ocheeva doesn't wait for an answer and grabs the belt and walks quickly over to Carlo, he rips the plastic part of the belt away leaving him with what essentially is a leather strap, Carlo is starting to get to his feet but gets as far as his hands and knees before Xavier rushes forward and slams the point of his right foot into Carlo's ribs knocking him right back down, Ocheeva signals for Xavier to lift Carlo and Xavier quickly obliges lifting him up and holding his head under his right arm and pulls his shirt up with his left, Carlo struggles to free himself and is about to go for a move when he feels the sting of leather slapping across his back, Xavier holds his hands up and backs away as Carlo drops to his knees and grabs his back before falling face first into the ground, Carlo pulls the shirt up again exposing Carlo's back showing a huge red mark from where the belt strap drilled him, Carlo lifts the belt up again before slamming it back down onto Carlo's exposed back again.

JP: I know that isn't a real title belt but it sure as hell is a real damn leather strap, now I am kind of seeing the advantages of using leather over plastic when we made those things!

Carlo grabs his back with both hands and kicks his legs wildly as he yells out in pain, the ref offers Ocheeva the mic but he refuses and drops the leather strap, Ocheeva lifts Carlo to his feet but gets a hard right hand to the chops for his troubles, Ocheeva staggers back as the punch caught him off guard, Carlo cringes as his shirt falls back down and slides across the welts that have formed on his back, this distraction gives Ocheeva just enough time to slam his right foot into Carlo's gut doubling him over, Ocheeva quickly grabs the back of Carlo's t-shirt and pulls it over his head with his left hand before bringing his hard right hand down and then up into Carlo's chin knocking him back leaving his shirt in Ocheeva's hand, Ocheeva quickly discards the shirt before jumping and landing down to his side drilling his elbow into Carlo's ribs, Ocheeva rolls quickly to his feet and signals for the mic before sitting on Carlo's chest and holding the mic up.

Ocheeva: Come on you fool, just fucking quit already! You CAN'T beat ME!

Carlo: No...you can't beat *groans from the pain in his back* me

TBC

[ocheeva]

Ocheeva stands up after hearing this and tosses the microphone to the side for the referee to juggle again. He then steps away from his opponent and looks over at his manager who looks back with evil intent. They both look back at the bloody mess that is now Carlo Manfredi. Without speaking a word, both men bend over and pick him up off of his ass as they throw Carlo’s arms around their back and help him toward the door. They throw him out of the room as he stumbles forward and has to put both arms out in front of himself to keep himself from running into a table full of various food items. He stands for a moment and you can see the welts on his back starting to swell up. He turns around slowly as he tries not to irritate them but is forced to as he sees Ocheeva barreling straight toward him. With Ocheeva running forward and only seconds to react, Carlo ducks down and with his opponent’s momentum pushes him up and into the air as he then falls straight down and through the table full of food. Cupcakes, Ice Cream and various kinds of pancakes and waffles begin to fly in every which direction as the table collapses in a wreck. Carlo then drops down to a knee immediately as he is still feeling the affects of the bathroom brawl that he had just endured only minutes before.

White: “I have to go, Ocheeva may have some whip cream on his face that needs licking off!”

Ray White begins to get out of his seat.

Pate: “Sit down, your not going anywhere. I don’t care about your sick fantasies and it still doesn’t change the fact that you have a job to do.”

With the help of Jimmy Pate’s hand on his shoulder, Ray sits back down in his seat. Xavier Phoenix now enters the hallway and sees his minion in a heap of a mess and then looks over at Carlo. He gets his cane ready as he lifts it up higher into his hands. Carlo already knows that the numbers game is the name of the game tonight so he is expecting this as he quickly gets up and sends a right hand into the face of the manager. This rocks the non-Fighty fighty person back as he falls into the doorway of the bathroom. As Xavier holds his jaw, looking down and away, Carlo stoops low and readies himself for another shot. As soon as Xavier Phoenix turns his head back to his enemy, Manfredi raises his back foot high into the air and makes it slam hard across the side of his face. After Carlo’s foot makes a sweet sounding SMACK across Xavier Phoenix’s cheek, the manager immediately tumbles to the ground. Carlo again falls down to a knee, as he seems to need more rest. With a few moments of rest, he gets up off of his knee and staggers over to a wall for support. He also rests there for a few moments until he can walk on his own toward Ocheeva. As he makes his way over, he checks on his manager to make sure there will be no more interference. Once he sees that he appears to be out cold, he makes his way closer toward Ocheeva. He looks at the mess as he bends over slowly while cringing as the welts obviously still bother him and grabs a handful of hair. He lifts up quickly as his back cannot take any more and jerks his opponent to his feet. Ocheeva’s face shows much pain as the hair tugs make him do or go wherever the handler wants. Carlo decides to walk down the hallway as he sees a sewing machine in the distance. He tugs and pulls as he walks forward with the sewing machine locked on his eyesight. As they near it, he turns around abruptly and sends an overhand right to Ocheeva’s face that connects nicely as it makes him stagger back a step. Carlo then reaches forward and grabs a head of short spiky hair as he slams his opponent’s head into the table that the sewing machine is on. The crowd grows with excitement at the sight of the sewing machine and the possible use of it.

White: “No, don’t use the sewing machine! That could change a person’s looks forever! You know how much that is going to cost to fix?”

Pate: “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re worried about looks in a full contact sport like wrestling?

Carlo holds onto Ocheeva by the hair as his head bounces off of the table. He slams it back into the table again, but holds his head down as he then reaches over for Ocheevas left hand and hovers it over to the sewing machine. Ocheeva doesn’t have time to react as his opponent starts the machine and puts his hand into the path of the working needle. The needle slashes into his skin as it penetrates him three times before Ocheeva can yank his hand free and hold it as he cuss’ wildly in pain. Carlo looks at Ocheeva with a smile as his opponent is now bent down and holding his hand. It bleeds profusely as drops of blood are already hitting the tiled floor below. As Ocheeva bleeds a little from his forehead, but a lot from his hand, Carlo grabs a hold of his head by the hair once again. He begins to walk down the hallway again as his opponent has no choice but to follow. He keeps walking until they meet a door at the end of the hallway, which is pushed open by the force of Ocheeva’s body being thrown into it as Carlo whips him half a dozen feet away. After being opened, the outside is identified as the parking lot. Carlo Manfredi walks out of the doorway as he follows his bloody opponent. When he reaches him, he yet again grabs a hand full of hair and pulls him to his feet. Carlo immediately spots a big green recycling bin that he charges toward and slams the Silent Assassin’s head into. Manfredi makes sure that he doesn’t let his opponent hit the ground as he grabs him again and continues into the parking lot. The first vehicle they come to is a limo that Carlo again tries to smash Ocheeva into, but this time, Ocheeva gets a foot up against the limo as stops this attempt. Carlo lets go after an elbow finds its way into his stomach doubling him over. Ocheeva then slams his forearm into his opponents back and then grabs him by his shiny bloody head and tries to force his head into the limo. This doesn’t seem to work as his hand slides right off of his head and slams hard into the limo, which causes Ocheeva to hold the stitched hand in pain. He leans against the limo and slides down to a sitting position as he gasps in pain. Carlo seeing he has an advantage now, sends a swift kick straight into the chest of Ocheeva that connects beautifully as it makes him roll onto his side.

Pate: “That hand may be the cause of Ocheevas loss here tonight as it seems he can not grip or do anything really with that left hand of his! He needs to see a doctor, this match needs to end!”

White: “All he has to do is say I Quit and he CAN see a doctor, but until then, he must fight on. Besides, you really think Ocheeva is going to quit knowing that he can send Carlo Manfredi away forever if he wins this match?”

Carlo Manfredi looks to be getting a little more comfortable in the match as he slowly grabs Ocheevas arm and drags him across the hard jagged cement toward another vehicle. While dragging his opponent, Manfredi suddenly falls forward from a silver object that flashes across the screen as it connects across his back and surely across one of his welts that have formed. Xavier Phoenix comes into picture as he is shown with his metal cane standing over two limp bodies. He tries to recuperate his man as he shakes Ocheeva and tries to awaken him. After what seems like forever, Ocheeva rises to all fours and shakes his head trying to regain some sense. His manager helps him up to his feet slowly as he stands for a moment swaggering from side to side. He takes a step forward after realizing that Xavier Phoenix has already started to get his opponent to his feet and begins to help him as he grabs an opposite arm. They drag him over to a nice little pink beetle that is parked nicely before plopping him onto the ground as Xavier digs into his pocket. He brings out a set of keys and begins to riffle through them as he finally finds one that opens the trunk. He turns the key and opens the trunk before turning to help drag Carlo Manfredi to his feet. They toss him into the back and Xavier immediately walks around toward the driver’s side of the car as he looks for another key. He opens the door and gets in as he waits for his minion. The Silent Assassin then shoves the rest of his opponent into the back of the small little car as he offers little resistance after that blow from Xavier Phoenix. Carlo barely fits as Ocheeva then slams the trunk of the beetle shut. He stands there for a moment tapping the trunk with his hand softly as he can hear his opponent kicking and hitting the trunk, trying to get out. He smiles as he then makes his way to the passenger’s side of the little car. He opens the door and casually gets into the car, as he seems to be in no rush. Xavier Phoenix, already in the car, starts it up and backs out of the parking stall slowly as if he was trying to keep a new paint job neat. Once out, he puts the car in drive, and leaves the parking lot.

White: “Where in the hell are they going in such a neat little car?”

Pate: “Wherever Xavier Phoenix takes them Jimmy….wherever Xavier takes them…”




TbC: Carlo Manfredi

[TPK]

Moments after the car driven by Xavier and Carlo leave a white van pulls up to the ref and opens the side door, the van quickly takes off as the camera man is sitting shotgun trying his hardest to keep his camera focused on the other car, this goes on for a few moments until the bug comes to a screeching halt outside of a bar, Xavier quickly gets out of the driver side as Ocheeva exits the passenger side, Xavier waits until he sees Ocheeva is in view before quickly popping open the trunk and backing away narrowly avoiding a hard right foot from Carlo, Ocheeva smirks and grabs Carlo's foot before dragging him forcefully out of the trunk landing him back first on the hard gravel ground of the parking lot making the welts on his back become even more painful.

Ray: Oh my god! I love that bar, it's the best gay bar in this town, I mean with a name like the Fluffy Fairy whats not to like!?

JP: My god I have officially seen everything now, I thought I had seen some things but this takes the cake, who would have ever thought we would see two of Wednesday Night Genesis's brawling in a gay bar parking lot?

The Van door quickly opens and the ref gets out to check on the action he sees Carlo down on the ground but making his way up, Ocheeva brings his foot back and goes to thrust it hard into Carlo but Carlo manages to bolt to his feet and shove up on Ocheeva's foot knocking him off balance and causing him to fall to his back, Xavier goes to head to the car door but Carlo spins around and grabs his shoulder spinning him around, he quickly thrusts a hard right fist into Xavier's face which rocks him back, he quickly follows up by grabbing the back of Xavier's head and thrusting it through the driver side window of the bug, Xavier falls to his back he too now busted open with small bits of glass in his head, Carlo lets out a sigh of relief knowing he temporarily subdued his opponent, he didn't have much time to celebrate as Ocheeva managed to get to his feet and send a hard forearm into one of the welts on Carlo's back bringing him to his knees, Ocheeva looks down at his manager who is covered in blood and glass before shaking his head.

JP: Well Carlo got a small measure of revenge there by managing to shove Xavier's head through the window of the car I assume to be his own. But that didn't last very long, he made the mistake of taking his eyes off of Ocheeva for a split second too long and he got taken advantage off for it!

Ray: Oh they are just in the parking lot, why won't they hurry up and go in already, I kind of want to see who is in there tonight, hell if I see someone I like I might just stop by later!

Ocheeva quickly drops his right knee into Carlo's back hitting one of the welts again causing Carlo to cry out in pain, he then stands up and grabs Carlo's hand forcing him up with him, Ocheeva faces away from Carlo and puts his head under his armpit before walking toward the door of the bar, he gets to the door and goes to do something but Carlo quickly pops his head up and places his right foot in the small of Ocheeva's back before shoving him through the door and causing him to almost tackle a man on the other side of the door, the men in the bar stop what they are doing as Carlo enters the bar, they see the two men who seem to be fighting and the atmosphere in the bar becomes one of anticipation and excitement, Carlo looks around at the bar patrons for a brief moment before returning his attention back to Ocheeva, Ocheeva is quick to his feet and the two men are locking eyes, Carlo and Ocheeva lunge toward one another at the same time and engage in a collar and elbow tie up both jockeying for position the crowd in the bar begin to whoop and holler at the two men, neither man seems to be having much of an advantage over the other at this point so they both back away quickly to rethink the mode of attack, just as it seems as if Carlo was going to try something Xavier quickly burst through the bar door with his cane in hand and thrusts it into his back knocking him down making the crowd both in the bar and in the arena to boo him, Xavier grins and holds his hands out to the side as if to say he doesn't care what they say.

JP: That snake in the grass Xavier Phoenix just had to stick his nose back in this match didn't he!? You figure having your head shoved through a car window would be a clear cut message to stay out of it but obviously Xavier isn't that bright!

Ray: Oh now Jimmy, look at it like this if anything goes why not do anything it takes to beat the other guy? So Xavier may have interfered once or twice in this fight but it's all legal and he has the right to do that.

JP: Once...or...twice? I'm not even going to dignify that with a response other than you must be blind as a bat!

Xavier turns around to get out of Dodge before Carlo got up but suddenly gets floored by a near seven foot bald man in a black t-shirt and leather pants who nails him with a huge right foot to the face, Ocheeva looks up and starts to go at the man but sees his size and waves him off before asking the ref for the mic, the ref hands him the mic and he holds the mic up.

Ocheeva: Ok you punk bitch! I have had more than enough of your bullshit, now just give up before you really piss me off!

Crowd: Don't you quit! *clap clap clap* Don't you quit!

Carlo: NO!

Ocheeva nods slightly before handing the mic back to the ref and turning around to face Carlo again, he reaches down to pick up Carlo but Carlo manages to throw a hard left forearm into Ocheeva's gut causing him to double over, Carlo gets quickly to his feet before jumping up into the air and throwing both of his feet into Ocheeva's chest sending him crashing back first into a bar stool which he trips over and falls to his back, Carlo flips back and lands on his feet before walking up to the bar, he leans over and pulls out his wallet, he slaps some cash on the bar and the bartender hands him a beer which he quickly downs, he tosses the bottle up and catches it by the neck as he waits for Ocheeva to rise, Ocheeva gets to his feet unaware of Carlo wielding the bottle, Ocheeva quickly tries to throw a right at Carlo but Carlo brings the glass bottle down hard into Ocheeva's skull making him do a quick spin and fall gut first onto a bar stool which he rolls off of and lands into a bit of the glass that broke off of the bottle on impact, Carlo asks for the mic which he quickly brings up,

Carlo: Ok you little fucker, what do you say, are you ready to give up or what!

Ocheeva: Fuck...you!

TBC

[ocheeva]

Hearing his opponent’s response to his question, Carlo Manfredi drops the microphone in his hand only to exchange it for a beer bottle on a table next to them. He looks at the bottle closely to see how much is left inside. Once he sees that is only half full, or half empty, he lifts it high above his head and begins to pour it into his mouth. The lager splashes onto Carlo’s face as most of it misses and runs down his face and his front. Again, he tosses the bottle into the air and catches it by the neck. He turns his head to look at the manager that was laid out by some big muscular guy across the room. As he looks, the man wearing the black shirt gives a wink from across the room in Carlo’s direction. This makes Carlo quickly look away and turn his attention back onto Ocheeva. He gives a quick shudder before bending over and grabbing the black spiky hair of his opponent. Carlo drags Ocheeva to his feet before slamming his head into the bar counter with his free hand. With his opponent laying on the counter, Carlo quickly lifts the bottle that has been in his other hand and brings it down twice as fast across the back of his head. It immediately shatters as it makes contact with Ocheeva. Manfredi tosses what is left of the bottle to the side as Ocheeva slowly slides off of the bar counter and onto the ground below.

White: “I sure hope that if Carlo doesn’t get that big mans phone number for himself, he gets it for me!”

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The crowd in the bar has formed a circle around the two men as they all watch with great interest. Carlo takes a few steps back and turns around as he looks around the bar for another weapon. He spots a pool table and begins to make his way in that direction. He reaches the pool table and looks around for a moment. Manfredi spots a rack nailed to the wall with various sizes of pool sticks placed in it. He quickly makes his way toward it and grabs one in each hand once he reaches it. Carlo pulls them out of their places and turns around to make his way back toward Ocheeva. As he makes his way forward, he sees Xavier Phoenix crawling to his knees and using a bar stool to help himself up after being laid out by a mystery man. This changes Manfredi’s direction as he turns and staggers in the region that Xavier is in. Once he reaches his opponents manager, he lifts up the pool stick that he carries in his right hand and slams it down hard onto the back of Xavier. You can hear a loud “SNAP” as it makes Xavier cringe after being hit. With Xavier Phoenix down again after that vicious blow, the pool stick-wielding maniac makes his way back towards Ocheeva who is at this point in time trying to hoist himself up with help of the bartenders counter. As he is about to make it to his feet, the bartender smashes a bottle of Chateau Margaux 1787 across the head of Ocheeva, which makes him drop to his knees and then fall forward onto his face. Carlo sees this and stops right in front of his opponent. He looks up at the bartender who has a smile on his face as he looks back. The bartender then gives a wink that makes Carlo turn his attention back onto Ocheeva.

Pate: “I didn’t know that Carlo had so many…fans. It seems that as long as the match stays in this bar, Carlo has a clear advantage.”

White: “Did you see that? The bartender just smashed a $500,000 dollar bottle of wine! Why would you waste such exquisite wine on someone like Ocheeva?”

Carlo raises both of his pool sticks into the air before slamming them both down onto Ocheeva’s back as he seems to be trying to make it to all fours. The impact makes him fall back down to the floor, as he has been getting beat down ever since entering the bar. Carlo drops the pool stick in his left hand only to grab the one he still holds, with both hands. He raises it high above his head as he looks to take another swing at Ocheeva but suddenly he feels a tug on his weapon from behind. This makes Carlo stop and turn around, only to be met with an eight ball from the pool table to the skull that looks to have knocked him out cold as he immediately tumbles to the ground below. Xavier Phoenix stands over Carlo with the black eight ball in his hand as he gives a chuckle. He then drops the heavy ball and walks over to his minion. The manager bends over and helps his beaten down man up to his feet as he looks at the bleeding hand that is still gushing with blood. He shouts to the bartender for some sort of cloth, but the bartender doesn’t move as he sits with his arms crossed. He then unfolds his arms only to point behind the two men. As they both turn around, the big man in black is standing behind them and looks mad. Ocheeva and his manager both look at each other and then look back at the man only to fire right hands at him trying to overpower him. This rocks the bigger man back as fist after fist meets his face and/or chest region. Xavier sees both pool sticks on the ground and rushes over to grab them both as Ocheeva kicks the bigger man in the stomach hard, doubling him over. The bigger man is only stunned for a second as he quickly straightens himself upright again. Now behind the unknown character, Xavier throws a pool stick over to Ocheeva, who catches it with one hand. Xavier then immediately begins to belt the back of the man with the stick as Ocheeva, in front of the man, cracks it over his head. The man goes down to a knee after a series of blows but quickly goes down after the two devilish men stand on either side of him and swing their pool sticks into the side of his face. They both connect and break upon contact. The crowd let’s out an “Oooooo” as they see this.

White: “Not only are they fighting Carlo Manfredi, but they seem to be fighting the entire bar! Don’t hurt my friends you bastards. If I knew where that bar was, I’d stop by and show him a piece of my mind.”

Pate: “I’m surprised you don’t really…”

White: “Don’t what? Sorry, was starring at that guy’s chest!”

Pate: “Know the location of the bar they are in.”

White: “Oh, sure, it’s 283 Main St. It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! Did you want to go with me after?

Pate: “Thought you didn’t know where it was located.”

White: “I don’t…hey look, something’s happening!"

The announcers turn their attention back onto the match as Ocheeva stands for a moment while he holds his bleeding hand. He looks around at the crowd for a while and finally exclaims:

Ocheeva: “Which one of you f*ck faces wants a piece of this?

Nobody moves as Ocheeva stands waiting. Xavier Phoenix then motions for Ocheeva to come over to a seemingly knock out opponent. Xavier grabs an arm as he drags him over to the bar. Ocheeva helps pick up Carlo Manfredi as he grabs both feet and Xavier grabs both arms and they heave him over the bar and into the glass bottles on the wall. They all crash as he meets the wall and tumbles down to the floor below. Bottles of every size and variety fall down and fall on top of him as you can hear bottle after bottle break. Ocheeva rolls over the top of the counter slowly as he makes his way behind the bar. The bartender looks over at the ferocious man, as he doesn’t know what to do. Ocheeva looks at him and then begins to rub his head as he remembers what happened. He takes a step toward the bartender, but he turns around and begins to run. Xavier already has the only exit for the bar blocked off as he stands there waiting. This makes the bartender turn around to face Ocheeva, but as he does, Ocheeva slams a bottle of Jack Daniels across his head. It makes him fall to the counter as his head slams off of it and he then falls to the ground. Ocheeva looks pleased as he turns around and looks at his opponent. Ocheeva takes a few steps forward which is all it takes until he reaches his opponent that is soaked in alcohol. Ocheeva grabs the shiny, but soaked head region of his opponent and drags him up to his feet slowly. He then puts both hands behind Carlo’s head as he throws it forward and into the cash register. Blood shoots out his nose as he meets the cash register face first. Ocheeva turns around while the limp body of his opponent falls to the soaked floor to make sure there is going to be no more interference by anyone from the crowd. Ocheeva then turns his attention back on Carlo as he screams out:

Ocheeva: "You give up yet fucker?"





TbC: Carlo Manfredi

[TPK]

Carlo spits out some blood before simply looking up at Ocheeva and shaking his head no causing Carlo to slam the mic down hard onto the bar sending some feedback through the PA back at the arena, Ocheeva bends down as if he is going to start to bring Carlo up but stops suddenly realizing his opponent is soaked in booze, he quickly reaches over the bar and yanks the bartender up by his ponytail before reaching into the man's pocket and pulling out a silver zippo with a blue dragon design on both sides, Ocheeva holds the lighter up and the dim lights in the bar shine off of it as he twists it and looks at it before glancing down at his fallen prey.

JP: Oh good god no! Ocheeva can't seriously be thinking about doing what it looks like he is about to do can he!? Thats a human being in there Ocheeva not a pile of fire wood!

Ray: Oh my god this is tragic! That ass hole told me he was sick and look, he is dancing with some other man, oooo that makes me so mad....umm I mean *unenthusiasticly*no...don't burn him, that is so mean blah...blah...blah.

Carlo sees Ocheeva holding up the lighter and quickly scurries away from him trying to get to his feet at the same time, Ocheeva grins as he flips the top open on the lighter and strikes the roller with his thumb making a flame pop up, Ocheeva grins before tossing the lighter at Carlo hitting him in the chest lighting him up, Carlo rolls around on the ground for a few seconds before a man with a fire extinguisher rushes in and sprays Carlo down before any real damage could be done to him, Ocheeva snaps his gaze away from Carlo and looks up at the tiny man with the fire extinguisher before shaking his head at him and running forward throwing his right foot up into the man's face flooring him, Carlo lays on the ground coughing and patting himself down to make sure he didn't get to badly burned, Carlo quickly makes it to his feet and staggers toward Xavier Phoenix who readies himself for anything, Carlo pulls back like he is going to throw a punch into his face but before as soon as Xavier's arms come up to block the shot Carlo thrusts his right foot into his groin doubling him over, Carlo shoves Xavier to the ground and bursts through the entrance sending the fight back into the parking lot, Carlo slowly walks toward the pink bug to see if there is anything in it to use as a weapon but doesn't find anything, a few moments pass and the bar doors fly open again as Carlo, Xavier, and a large crowd from within the bar flood out into the parking lot, Carlo lets out a sigh and stares down Ocheeva who starts at Carlo when suddenly a large black Humvee with a gold crown on the sides roars into the parking lot and comes to a quick stop temporarily stopping Ocheeva from his advance, Carlo smiles at him as the Humvee's driver door opens and Samantha Davis exits wearing a gold body suite with a gold crown, she removes the crown and reaches into the car pulling out a mace causing Ocheeva to stumble back quickly before signaling for Xavier Phoenix to occupy her, Xavier quickly rushes at her but before he has a chance to get a move in Samantha thrusts the mace to the side drilling Xavier in the gut with it, she tears it away from Xavier's stomach before bringing it down onto the top of his head flooring him and making the back of his head to start bleeding now.

JP: What the hell is Samantha Davis doing here, and good lord why would Xavier Phoenix rush her when she has a midevil mace in her hand, I can't imagine that gravel tastes very good at all.

Ray: As an expert on things that taste awful I have to tell you, gravel...yeah not too tasty.

Samantha pulls Xavier up to his knees before bringing her foot up to his face forcing him to kiss it and then letting him go making his face slam back to the ground, Samantha crosses her arm and glares at Ocheeva who just shakes her off and rushes at Carlo, Carlo takes advantage of Ocheeva's confusion and brings a quick right knee up into his gut flipping him over his knee landing him back first onto the hard ground below as the crowd that is gathered around begins to cheer Carlo on, Carlo stands over Carlo as the blood drips from his face onto Ocheeva's back, Carlo looks up and spots the ref before signaling for him to toss him the mic, the ref tosses him the mic and Carlo raises it.

Carlo: Ok Ocheeva, you have dragged this on long enough! Just submit already *looks back at Xavier who is laying at Samantha's feet, and then back to Ocheeva* looks like your manager already has.

Ocheeva: Screw you! I will never quit!

Carlo shrugs his shoulders before throwing the mic at the ref, the ref catches it and readies himself to toss it again when called upon. Carlo grins down at Ocheeva and bends down grabbing his black spikey hair and lifting him up, he gets Ocheeva to his feet and throws a hard right fist into his face rocking him back, Carlo walks toward Ocheeva and is looking to be set up for another punch when Ocheeva turns to his side and grabs Carlo's arm flipping him overhead making him slam back first into the hard ground, Carlo arches his back from the pain as Ocheeva keeps the arm held and locks his legs around it snapping back making Carlo scream out and claw at Ocheeva's legs trying to pry them from around his arm, Samantha goes to walk forward but Xavier Phoenix grabs her leg, she quickly turns to the side throwing her free foot into Xavier's ribs knocking him back down, Samantha stands over Ocheeva holding the mace in her hand, he looks up to see her but before he can get his guard up she brings the mace down into his ribs making him release his hold on Carlo and grab his ribs as he spits out a little blood.

JP: You know normally I don't condone actions like this but Ocheeva and Xavier Phoenix have been doing pretty much the exact same thing to Carlo all night and frankly I think it's about time someone had the guts to step in and help him.

Ray: Oh it's reaaaaaal fair Jimmy, god what a hypocrite...when Ocheeva was doing this kind of crap you said it was "unfare" and "wrong" but when Carlo does it it's "evening the odds" god how idiotic.

Samantha walks over to the ref as Carlo gets slowly to his feet, he leans against Xavier's car and breathes hard as h e looks around for Samantha who is making her way toward Carlo with the mic, she starts to give him the mic but stops and looks at Carlo.

Samantha: Oh you know how much I love to her a grown man give in to me, so...do you mind if "I" ask him?

Carlo: Not at all...go for it.

Samantha: So Ocheeva, you worthless little toad, how about it, are you ready to give in to the Queendom or does this little jester need to be taught further lessons?

TBC

[Vladimir T. Strife]

As Carlo approaches Ocheeva, he pulls him up from the mat and returns him to a vertical position. He steps behind Ocheeva, bending him sideways as he brings his arm up underneath Ocheeva's. He clasps his hands around the face of Ocheeva, locking in an abdominal stretch. Carlo grins, knowing before this match that everything was planned perfectly and that there was no way he would walk out of Gods vs. Heretics without the title. The odds were stocked against Ocheeva and no matter what the fans wished to believe about someone overcoming the odds, it just didn't work that way. Samantha takes the microphone and holds it to the mouth of Ocheeva, telling him to resign from the match.

"Quit! Come on, say the words and we MIGHT spare you!!"

Ocheeva struggles with the pain, fighting on as hard as he can.

"..NEVER!!!"

He follows the phrase with a grunt, an exclamation from the pain shooting through his ribs. Samantha cocks her fist back and throws it into the ribs, adding further pain to the hold that Carlo has sunk in with near flawless precision. He pulls back on Ocheeva's arm, cranking up the pressure on the hold as Ocheeva shakes his head, trying to hold on. His mind continues to tell him to give up, his heart defying as it screams to keep fighting. Samantha pulls the mace back, fixing to make Ocheeva's night even worse. A thud is heard a moment later as the mace connects with the ground, Samantha's legs pulled out from under her by Xavier Phoenix. He pulls her out of the ring and Samantha nails his with a hard right, causing him to stumble. He takes off running, Samantha darting after him quickly. They head up the ramp and disappear behind the curtain, leaving Ocheeva and Carlo alone in the ring.

JP: Xavier has lured Samantha away!
Ray: Lured her away? She's going to kill him!

As the referee slides into the ring with the microphone to ask Ocheeva if he can continues, he is nearly hit by Carlo as he is slung over and to the mat with a sudden hip toss from Ocheeva. The Test Of Honor Champion pounces on him quickly, wrapping his arms around Carlo's head and wrapping his legs around Carlo's arm. Carlo yells out for Samantha, but she is long gone, chasing Xavier through the backstage area. He looks around, seeing the mace laying on the canvas. Carlo reaches out slowly with his free hand, inching towards the weapon as to not arouse suspicion. Now only inches away, Carlo clenches his teeth and continues to strive, stretching his arm for it. Less than an inch away from his grasp, Carlo eyes the mace maniacally, his ticket to freedom and victory. As he reaches for it, his arm is pulled away, along with the rest of his body. Ocheeva rolls backwards, still holding the Crossface and clutching it as he rolls Carlo away from the weapon. Carlo look to the weapon, seeing the length and feeling the sharp pain in his arm.

As Samantha bursts through the curtain of the entrance ramp once more, Carlo screams the words into the microphone finally as the referee questions him. "I QUIT!!!". Ocheeva lets go of the hold as the bell rings, Samantha in shock as she watches on. Carlo punches the mat, furious at himself.

Lizzie makes the call as the Test of Honor title is handed to the referee.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and STILL the GHW Test of Honor Champion.... OCHEEVA!!!"

Ocheeva's music plays as the referee lays the title on top of him and raises his hand in victory. As Samantha rushes the ring, sliding in, Ocheeva rolls out and raises his title high into the air,an evil grin at having foiled Samantha's plan here tonight. As he disappears into the back, Samantha helps Carlo to his feet. He looks around the silent arena, realizing that this will be the final time he stands in a GHW ring. He raises a hand and waves to the audience, many of them applauding his efforts as they know this will be the last time they see Carlo Manfredi in GHW.

~End of Match~