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UWE World Heavyweight Championship Match
Main Event: Angelus vs E.E. Faulk

Match Writer: Greenbean

"Fortune, fame, mirror vain
Gone insane...
BUT THE MEMORY REMAINS!"

*BOOM!* A huge pyro fires up from the stage as "The memory Remains" continues playing. As the smoke from the pyro clears, Angelus is left standing in the middle of the stage staring straight down at his opponent. There's a sudden chill that sweeps through the crowd as Angelus takes one good, long look around the arena.

"Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd cry the nowhere tears of honor"

Schumacher: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the UWE World Heavyweight Championship! From Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing in at 225 pounds! He is UWE's first and only Grand Slam Champion and the current UWE World Heavyweight Champion! ANNNNnnnnnNNNNGELLLLLLUSSSSss!

"Like twisted vines that grow
Hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna"

Angelus makes his way down the ramp, highfiving the occasional fan who holds their arm out desperately to touch him. Some fans can be heard cheering his name at the top of their lungs, others have not forgotten his past deeds and refuse to cheer him. Angelus' eyes say it all though. He's not here for them. Angelus slides in on the apron and pops up, immediately look over to his opponent and pointing to them, telling them tonight they're gonna just another fallen victim. He then turns around and runs to the turnbuckle, jumping up to the top rope and pointing around the arena, then back to himself. Angelus jumps off and turns to his opponent, loosening up a little before the match begins.

Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane
Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane
But the memory remains

A lit fuse appears on the Titantron, with its hiss being the only sound in the arena. The fuse runs out at the bottom of the screen and BOOM! The stage erupts with fiery, explosive pyro.

Schumacher: And from New York City, New York, weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds…E.E. Faulk!

Through the smoke arrives E. E. Faulk, as the song "Path" by Apocalyptica plays him to the ring.

The referee holds the World Heavyweight Championship up for all to see, the richest prize in the game is on the line here tonight and will be contested by arguable the two best in UWE today. The Championship is handed to the timekeeper and the bell sounds as the two men inside the ring walk up to one another, 1 foot between themselves as they stare into each other’s eyes, talking a little trash to one another. Both men then take a couple of steps back into a corner as the anticipation in the arena builds more and more. They both start to walk clockwise around the ring until they are at the opposite sides of the ring from where they both started as they continue to look at each other. The body language of the two suggests they are about to go in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up as they both come together, they lock up with the collar-and-elbow, Faulk proves to be no match to Angelus in the strength department as Angelus is able to overpower Faulk into one of the corners, but Faulk shows his intelligence by spinning it around and now it’s Angelus who’s against the turnbuckle. Faulk throws a right hand at Angelus, who’s able to duck underneath it and quickly grip Faulk around the waist, hoisting him up in the air for a belly-to-back suplex, but Faulk is able to reverse it by going over the top of Angelus and landing on his feet behind his foe. Angelus turns around: and gets lit up by a huge knife-edge chop, that echoes throughout the arena, Angelus staggers back slightly so this gives Faulk the option to go for another knife-edge chop, which he takes and chops the hell out of Angelus again, one more chop from Faulk now has Angelus leaning back on the ropes, so Faulk decides to Irish whip Angelus into the ropes, Angelus returns and Faulk lowers his head, but he does so a second to early and this gives Angelus the opportunity to shuffle his feet and take Faulk down hard with a swinging neckbreaker. Faulk is lay flat on his back and Angelus is knelt down, breathing heavily as the chops have obviously taken their toll on him.

Hugh Reynolds: I say it all the time but you gotta give the devil his due, Faulk lowered his head just a second too early and the Champ capitalised.

Angelus is back to his feet and brings Faulk up, pushing him into the turnbuckle and now Angelus is working over the stomach of Faulk with repeated shoulder thrusts on the number one contender inside the corner, the ref can do nothing but watch as its all legal, Angelus is really doing a number though here on Faulk’s abdominal section! He finally lets up and grabs Faulk by the wrist, Irish whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle with such velocity that as soon as Faulk’s back hits the turnbuckle pad, it takes his legs from under him and Faulk drops to the floor, accompanied with a scream of pain. Faulk is lay, face down on the mat as Angelus takes a moment to walk around the ring a little; he sees Faulk is trying to get up so heads back towards him. On his knees Faulk is grabbing for Angelus, grabbing for anything including the knee pads of the Champ, but Angelus just pulls him to his feet again then once more Irish whips him into the turnbuckle, again he whips him hard, this time Faulk hits the turnbuckle and comes staggering back from it, right into Angelus who, in one swift movement grabs the left leg of Faulk and throws him over, hitting The Chadinator, a modified Fisherman’s Suplex! As Faulk rolls around the canvas clutching his back a replay is show of the fantastic Fisherman’s Suplex which gained the approval of at least a few fans here. Faulk is still fighting to get up, and with the help of Angelus he is up to his feet, only to receive a hard right hand to the skull from Angelus, which knocks Faulk right back to the mat. Angelus stands over Faulk for a moment or two, until he bends over to pick Faulk right back up to his feet again, Angelus this time picks up Faulk by the waist, but the ever so resilient “Double E” is able to flip right over and land on his feet, attempting an instant Superkick on Angelus, but “The Arch Angel” is just one step ahead of Faulk as he’s able to duck the boot and start unloading on Faulk with right, after right, after right until Faulk collapses to the floor again. Faulk is back up almost right away however, but finds himself on the receiving end of another Irish whip from Angelus, this time into the ropes and this time Angelus swings a clothesline at Faulk, which is ducked and as Angelus turns around, Faulk goes for the boot to the gut, which is countered by Angelus who’s able to catch the foot…but the standing foot of Faulk comes up and clocks Angelus right in the side of the head for a massive, momentum shifting enziguri! With Angelus grounded, Faulk figures he’d like to make it as difficult as possible for Angelus to stand and applies an Ankle Lock to Angelus, twisting and tearing away at the ankle, he’ll snap it if he has the chance. Angelus is in so much pain; he can’t stay still for a second and bits his knuckles because the pain is just too much, the match cannot be won on submission, but this hold is damn sure painful and could hurt Angelus just to put pressure on it. The fans begin to get loud for the challenger, cheering him on as Angelus makes it to the bottom ropes, he’s begging for the hold to be broken but the referee just holds his arms out asking what he’s expected to do, it’s all legal! Faulk now pulls Angelus back into the middle of the ring; he could have a broken ankle here for all we know as Angelus continues to scream in pain. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity at least to Angelus, Faulk decides to break the hold as he backs up, leaving Angelus lay on the floor, holding his ankle tightly. Not showing any signs of movement the referee begins the first count of the match against Angelus as Faulk, aided by the ring ropes, gets to his feet:

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Bobby Moroso: Oh my what a ride!

Hugh Reynolds: I’m sure it wasn’t as pleasant as your making out to be, Faulk countered the C-2 brilliantly and Angelus goes inside and out.

Both men are struggling to get up, but get up they force themselves to do as their up around the same time as one another, but it’s Faulk who goes on the offensive, he running to the opposite ropes then comes charging back, leaping onto the top ropes, showing amazingly perfect balance as he then aims a crossbody at Angelus…who’s able to duck out of the way just in time, causing Faulk to crash and burn right through the Spanish announce table!! “Holy Sh*t, Holy Sh*t” is the general consensus of the live audience and there’s not to many people who’d debate that as Faulk seems wounded on the floor, with broken pieces of table scattered all over. Angelus grabs the ref by his shirt and demands that he counts Faulk, who is now revealed to be bleeding from the forehead, the ref argues with Angelus, demanding he takes his hands off him before he starts any kind of count. Angelus finally bends to the officials wishes and rolls back into the ring, smirk on his face as if this one’s academic now as the ref stands above Faulk, with no option but to begin counting.

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5…Faulk is back up again, despite Angelus yelling at him to “stay down”. Angelus gets a little pissed off as he comes at Faulk with another hard right, which has Faulk staggering, then another right almost sends him to the canvas as he’s wobbling, Angelus now lines Faulk up, re-bounds off the ropes towards him and takes him down with a big clothesline, which puts Faulk flat on his back again. Faulk just refuses to stay down however and with the assistance of the ropes once more he’s up to his feet. With blood streaming down his face and his body riding with pain he encourages Angelus to bring the fight on and he don’t have to ask twice as Angelus almost decapitates him with a Yakuza Kick, Faulk couldn’t even get his hands up to defend himself and the sheer impact sent him down and maybe this time out as the ref has to begin counting Faulk out once more…

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7…Faulk somehow, someway is back up, although his mind might not be here, his body certainly is to take the punishment. Faulk is struggling in the corner of the ring, with Angelus crouched towards him, yelling in his face, he believes he has this one in the bag as Angelus gets right into Faulk’s face, telling him to stay down, to which Faulk responds the only way he knows how…putting his guard up and continuing the fight. The fans go crazy and Angelus looks out at the fans, then look at Faulk “you stupid son of a ****” he says to Faulk as he wraps another punch around the head of his adversary, Faulk leans far back…and retaliates with a right hand of his own! The fans greet this with tremendous applause, but Angelus then hits another right on Faulk, again however, Faulk responds with another right of his own, which could’ve just found the mark as he has Angelus staggering back slightly so Faulk hits another right, and another and one more for good measure which has Angelus stumbling towards the ropes, so Faulk uses this to Irish whip Angelus into the opposite ropes, Faulk just can barely stand as he drops to one knee and the returning Angelus sees this as he uses the knee to springboard up towards Faulk’s head, hitting a shining wizard that found the mark! The fans let out a gasp of disappointment, what little hope they had of Faulk winning seems to have drained away after that manoeuvre as Angelus slowly gets to his feet and walks off to a corner to let the ref count against Faulk again…

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Hugh Reynolds: And the problem is its all legal, theirs nothing wrong with that as sad as it is to say.

Angelus now lies the chair down in the middle of the ring before dragging Faulk towards it, he signals that this is the end, it’s gonna be the C-2 onto the steel chair to call an end to Faulk’s title ambitions. Angelus wraps the arm around Faulk again, but this time Faulk blocks the attempt with his legs and battles out before dropping to his knees…and hitting a low blow! It’s all legal!! Faulk then pulls the legs of Angelus from under him so he falls neck first onto the steel chair, then Faulk catapults him into the steel ring post, which he hits forehead first and also falls to the mat, both men are lay down on the mat now. Faulk is no beginning to come around and sees that steel chair right infront of him, which he doesn’t think twice about grabbing, he’s finally made it to his feet and now turns around to see Angelus has too, Faulk swings the chair…and connects with the skull of Angelus, knocking him down to the floor and maybe even out of this match, the echo was heard throughout the arena as the fans embrace the shot with an “ohhh” as Angelus is flat out on the mat and Faulk is keeping himself propped up but the turnbuckle pads as he drops the chair to the side of him. A replay airs of the chair shot as Angelus is now the one who faces the challenge of having to answer the ten count, as the ref starts counting…

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8…But Angelus is back up, left eye bloodied up to boot and the first thing he sees as he gets up is the fist of Faulk connecting with his left eye, it’s the Arch Angel’s turn now to be on spaghetti legs as he’s struggling to stands whilst Faulk is throwing as many rights as he can possibly muster up at Angelus, they do a full circle in the ring as Faulk picks his shots at Angelus, firing away at will, but they aren’t quite able to knock Angelus down, Faulk winds back for one big shot now, but Angelus has just enough time to prevent the right hand by kneeing Faulk in the gut and Irish whipping him into the ropes, as Faulk gets back Angelus lowers his head, so Faulk capitalises with a big DDT, almost separating the head from the shoulders but Faulk ain’t done there, he’s gonna nail and second DDT, and does! He keeps his grip on Angelus though, as both men get up to their feet sluggish Faulk then nails his third DDT on Angelus, the Repercussion and that sends the fans into raptures! Faulk struggles to get to his feet, but he is able to make it and he signals to the fans by raising his fists to them, Faulk then attempts and lands the Imploding Star on Angelus, who seems to be struggling here now. Angelus is finally up to his feet, but little does he know he’s playing right into Faulk’s hands here as Faulk grabs Angelus and pulls him in, looking for the E2Kutter! But Angelus is able to spin out of it, before he can do anything else however, he is pushed in the chest by Faulk, who now reaches down for the chair underneath him, Angelus uses this push to gather momentum and bounce off the ropes, coming back at Faulk, who’s bent down with the chair…Call of the Fallen One! Driving the chair into Faulk’s face!!! Faulk’s down. Angelus is down. The ref is the only one stood here and begins his count to ten…

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10! Faulk is unable to answer the count, he’s not moved since that hellacious move that might have just caused Faulk to lose consciousness. Angelus is leaning against the ropes, it appears that he doesn’t even know he’s won and he’s definitely got that little bit of luck it takes to be a Champion here, but a Champion he is.

Schumacher: Here is your winner, and STTIIILLLL UWE World Heavyweight Champion…Angelus!

The referee hands Angelus his Championship, as he snatches it and holds it as close to him as physically possible, the title means everything to both these men but only one man can have it and that man, for now its Angelus as UWE fades to black with both men receiving medical attention.