[ Match Ending ]

Angel used the barricade to assist him to stand as Matt Draven continued to lie down on the floor rather motionless. His breathing was loud, as he gasped for air after the dropkick has sent him sprawling to the floor. Angel staggered over to Draven like a drunken hobo and managed to get the man standing after heaving him up with his hands. Shoving him into the apron, Draven seemed to bounce back and Angel would ram his shoulder into his midsection, slamming Draven's back against ring side. A manly scream escaped the lips of Draven and before he had time to collapse to the ground, Angel had rolled him into the ring. Draven laid on his side, his hand on his back and body aching with pain, finally dragging his body towards the rope. He needed to stand in order to continue. Angel slowly followed after Draven, having been rather exhausted himself.

As Angel rolled in, Draven had managed to get to a knee with the aid of the ropes, his eyes had been locked on Angel. Would Draven seize this opportunity? His leg shook eagerly as Angel approached him. Angel got him standing and pushed him against the ropes. He then irish whipped him across the ring, expecting to Matt to come back the way he wanted- but Draven came in with a diving shoulder block! Angel was nearly thrown over the top rope, but hung onto it with his dear life, climbing back into the ring slowly. This was nearly perfect! As Angel stood up straight, Matt would go for his finisher, the Knockout! Unfortunately, Angel had dropped to the bottom rope and rolled in immediately and got to his feet and Matt was caught hung up on the top rope, balancing carefully not to hurt the family jewels. Just as he turned to step off and get back inside to approach Angel, the Self Proclaimed Savior of WWFG extended his leg, landing an Excommunication square to the side of Draven's face. Matt, fell into the ropes before falling onto the ground and his body laid out of the ring.

Tired and everything of that nature, Angel went for the pin, despite being so close to the ropes.

"1!
2!


At two, Draven's foot seemed to slide under the bottom rope- but the ref counted on ignorantly!


3!"

"Here's your winner... Angel!"

The ref lifted up Angel's hand as he began to stand to his feet. Angel saw... but didn't care. A win was a win.