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As the announcer finishs billing in the non title contest, a unfamiler tune would come over the PA..to be clear it's not the song that is unfamiliar but the fact that no one in WWFG is currently using it. The arena would go dark, with thick white flashing cloud of smoke building up on the ramp that had a few strobe lights put into place.

Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du...

Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries
He-e-e-ey ya, oh he-e-e-ey
He-e-e-ey ya
Remember me for centuries"

As the music began to play, a man erupted from the back with a white hood pulled up over his head. The crowd stared as the man stood on the other side of the cloud of smoke, his head down toward the ground. After a moment, he took his hand and reached for the top of the hood, pulling it off his head revealing a bright white Mohawk whhich returned to place as soon as the man shook his head. A few of the smarks in the crowd instantly recognized this man as the Myth known only as Angel. Roaring in approval of The Celestial Ones return were thousands of WWFG fans in attendance who couldn't wait to see Angels high octane brand of offense put the current Intercontinental Champion through a workout but that wasn't all Angel had in store tonight oh no..Angel always came packing a mic which was probably his biggest weapon of all.

Making his way down the ramp, Angel would slap a few high fives with some fans while the announcer billed him in to the match.

Announcer- " Ladies and Gentlemen, making his return to in ring action from the CITY OF ANGELS weighing in at 225 pounds he is the man...the myth...the LEGENDARY ANGEL!!!"

By the time the announcer had finished Angel was sliding into the ring, the smile that was on his face from when he first dropped the hood still intact as he strolled across the ring. The crowd was electric but as excited as they were, things were about to be picked up a notch as Angel raised the mic up to speak.

"My ******** GOD...IT FEEEELS GREEAAT to be back here in WWFG for the first time in two loooong years!!"

The crowd popped, ladies swooned, even babies were thrown through the air. Angel was back and for the first time in 6 years didn't seem pissed off at the world.

"It feels good because I've been cleared to compete for the first time in two years following nearly being killed in an Indy fed in St Louis. It feels good because honestly I've been sitting at home watching old episodes of the show, reminiscing about times when I used to take guys like Jed, Matt Draven, Drunko, Cartwright and even cWp to their limits. Then I see the New generation of guys that are on here now, and I wonder to myself. I wonder if a girl...scratch that a guy like Kamonio can hold the Intercontinental Championship, why am I sitting at home? Why am I sitting around wasting the beat years of my career because if he can be the Intercontinental Champion I am 100% certain I can not only become Intercontinental Champion, but become the first Grand Slam Champion FG has seen in since the Legacy title was born. Which brings me to my point folks..this non title contest between myself and the current Intercontinental champion. If Kamonio had a set underneath that skirt he wears out here, then he will have no problem coming out here tonight and facing me with that title up for grabs. So let's see what the current breed of champion in WWFG is made of, come on out here buddy, let's see if you have what it takes to fly with an Angel!!"

The crowd roared in approval, were they about to see a match for the Championship right here tonight?

Angel looked insulted and would raise the mic again.

"Did this man-b***h just call me old? I'm certain I'm mistaken but I also think somewhere in all that was a man who proved why he tucks his nuts in a skirt proving just exactly what I already knew about him. You Kamobio are a coward, a sideshow freak who won the title because you got lucky. So after I wipe the ring with you, I'll be in the boss' office getting the match booked for me to get the opportunity to return credibility to that belt, because frankly b***h..I'm not going to allow you to continue on as Champion. Everywhere you go I'll be there making sure that your remaining tenure as Intercontinental Champion is Hell on Earth, you'll never know if or when you'll be licking the leather on the bottom of my boot, but judging by the look of you might be more of a turn on then a threat but I promise when you're picking your teeth up off the ground you'll know that I was pretty damn serious. You want me to earn a shot, that's fine but when I do, know that your time is up from the minute I'm named the Number One Contender....but enough talk I'm ready to beat some respect into whatever it is that you identify yourself as. ******** call me old..I'll show this mother ******** old ring the God Damn bell!!!"

With that said, the referee would signal for the bell, but just before It rang, Angel would lob the mic across the ring looking to distract Kamonio with a projectile object while he rushed in on him by sprinting in right behind the mic and when Kamonio ducked to keep from getting struck in the skull by the mic he would instead in all likelihood have to catch Angels boots with his face because no one could possibly be able to block both a flying mic and an Angel who leaped in to the air looking to deliver a running dropkick to start the match. Should Kamonio slither to the outside to avoid the mic, then Angel would simply continue and leap right through the second rope to attempt a flying shoulder block. Angel came in tonight prepared for Kamonio to be too cowardly too accept his challenge and now it was time to show the people he was the next Intercontinental Champion whether Kamonio liked it or not.

Kamonio was prepared for Angel somehow having that fantastic opening assault well scouted. What The Cross-Dressed Dummy wasn't ready for however, was the fact that Angel could bait an opponent better then Eddie Guerrero. The fact that Angel appeared spaghetti legged and groggy drew Kamonio to slide back into Angels ring, a costly mistake made by many rookies. It was a mistake because Angel was playing possum, an act which quickly dropped when Kamonio slid in on his stomach thus exposing himself to a series of hard stomps The Myth sent his way looking to gain the advantage any way that he can.

Angel had gained the edge with each shot to the back. He now looked to isolate and expose a limb, namely the right shoulder which he would look to expose by dropping to the mat and laying across the back of..his opponent before looking to grab hold of his arm and pull it backward, looking to lock in a nasty armbar that would pull a man's shoulder out of socket if left in place for to long.

Kamonio grabbing the ropes would give Angel till the count of 5 to release the hold he had so expertly locked in on his opponent.

"One!! Two!!"

The count would begin and The Myth would give Kamonios's arm one last hard pull, continuing to hold it in place as the count continued:

"Three!! Fo-!!"

Angel would release the hold and the referee would step between the two men, Pulling Angel back away from Kamonio allowing for the break Kamonio earned by reaching the rope. Happy with the fact that Kamonio was recomposing himself mere moments after talking about how great of a champion he was, The Myth would yell across the ring at the Champion;

"STILL THINK IM OLD? I'M AGELESS THAT NUMBER WILL NEVER SLOW ME DOWN!!"

Angel would step back to the center of the ring, and would bring his hands together in the center of his chest, a stance of meditation as he awaited Kamonio to rise to it's feet...Angel wasn't really sure what to make of this guy but he was pretty sure he was going to do something hilarious at some point in this match.

"Oh HELL NO!!"

Kamonio had clearly gone insane to think that Angel was about to let a man with gender issues walk out on him in the middle of his return match. No, it would not go that way at all as The Myth would slide out just as quick as Kamonio coming to the apron right in front of the ramp as Kamonio rounded the stairs. Like a flash, Angel would run across the ring apron, looking to jump and once again attempt to hit Kamonio with a flying shoulder block. In the event he missed due to Kamonio moving, The Myth would look to try and stabilize himself to attempt a Pelé Kick...provided there wasn't a quick enough counter to stop it.