Quartey would be living in Qatar cleaning bathrooms in a horrific looking skycraper shaped like a perfume bottle saying to people "صباح الخير" each morning while silently lamenting the day he ever met Moochie
magic-less moochie would complain of malaria once Molinares'd masterfully, he might move to Michoacan-Mexico to mule methylamine for a Methlab in Marlborough-Massachusetts
Quartey would quietly quake in his converse as quick counters concussed his cwanium. His own combative quest quashed by magic defense. Cwestfallen, he would become a Quaker in Cwanston, contemplating the cwisis of his cwushed dreams
On a serious note, I do agree with Cdogg here. Ike was a bit too robotic and predictable to win this one. Starling outboxes him.