[The camera pans the audience as we begin to focus on the ring announcer]

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a Ten minute time limit. First from Greenwich, Connecticut, Heather McMahon.

["Brackish" by Kittie hits and Heather McMahon appears on the top of the ramp. She smirks as she looks around at the cheering crowd. She then puts her hands in the air and lowers them as she starts to make her way down to the ring. She smiles and waves at the fans as they hold up signs with her name on them. She gets patted on the back a few times. She then walks over to the steel stairs and walks up them. She walks onto the side of the apron and gets into the ring through the bottem ropes. She walks into the middle and holds her hands high as the crowd cheers...]

Announcer: And from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Summer Stratus.

[As she stands in the gorrilla position, she can hear the crowd as they wait for something to happen when my theme blares throughout the arena. As "Hot in Here" by Nelly plays, she steps out from behind the curtain and stand on top of the entrance ramp with her hands on her hips.She walk down the ramp with a smile on her face as she hears the cheers from the crowd. As she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she slides in the ring under the bottom rope. As she gets to my feet, she walks over to the ropes and point out into the crowd as cameras flash. She does this on the opposite side of the ring as well before her music cuts and she pace the ring waiting on the match to start.]

DING...DING...DING....

[The two ladies stare down each other as they know that this win would mean a whole lot to the women's division. With both being viable contenders for the Women's Title, they know a win in this situation is a must. The ref tells them to begin as Summer immediately goes after Heather with a hard flying crossbody taking Heather down the mat and immediately into a pinning situation]

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[Kickout by Heather]

Marshal: Well, what a quick start already. Less than ten seconds and already a pin attempt. This is going to be a great match between two very hot women.

Busch: Don't forget that they are wrestlers underneath all of that.

Marshal: I would like to see underneath all of that. Heh heh heh.

[Busch shakes his head at Marshall]

Busch: Let's just call the match.

[Summer picks up Heather by the hair, and begins to throw some hard punches. She connects over and over again until Heather falls to her knees. Summer picks her up and quickly hits a snap suplex sending Heather hard on her back grabbing it in pain. Summer smiles for the crowd a bit, blows a few kisses, and grabs Heather's legs to flip her over; but gets kick to the ground as Heather counters Summer's efforts. Summer stands back up and puts her arms around Heather's neck trying to put her out with a sleeper hold. Heather struggles for a couple of minutes until she finally gets ahold of Summer's head and flips her over top. Heather gets to her knees and quickly jumps on Summer laying on the ground and begins to pound away at her as the ref counts to break the position]

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[She breaks the position as she backs off letting Summer get to her feet slowly. Heather irish whips Summer off the ropes and as Summer comes running back Heather nails her with a hard spine buster. Heather holds her neck for a second until she realizes she is in control. Summer grabs her lower back in pain as Heather goes for the count[

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[Kickout by Summer]

Busch: That was close. What a perfectly planted spine buster.

Marshall: I'll bust...

Busch: Shut up Marshall.

[Heather argues with the ref slapping her hands together as Summer collects herself. She continues to scream and point as the mat as Summer is ready to reverse the momentum of the match. Summer grabs the waist of Heather and goes for a rollup pin]

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[Kickout by Heather}

Busch: That was close!

[Heather runs and bounces off of the ropes making her way towards Summer, and nails her with a hard baseball slide. The ref quickly checks to see if Summer is alright as Heather once again bounces off of the ropes and baseball slides right into Summer's abdomen again. Heather grabs her arm and locks in an armbar pulling hard on the arm of the former champ. She finally releases as she decideds to go for a third baseball slides as the third time is always the charm. Summer is grabbing her stomach-area as Heather climbs the top rope, smiles at the crowd, and jumps towards Summer going for an elbow drop but misses as Summer rolls out of the way. With both ladies laying on the ground the ref begins the ten count]

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[Both ladies begin to slowly move and struggle to get up as the ref continues the count]

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[Summer gets to one knee as Heather uses the turnbuckle to pull herself up. The ref stops the count as they both get to their feet and begin to go after each other once again. They begin to exchange a few punches back and forth until they both decide to run in opposite direction and bounce of off the ropes. As they run after each other they nail each other with a clothesline sending both of them down to the ground making the ref begin the ten count once again]

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Busch: These two won't budge. One hits a move; so does the other. It is quite back and forth and this match could go either way.

Marshal: It has been an alright match. Would be better if there was more ripping off clothes and less fighting.

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[Summer finally gets to her knees and falls on top of Heather for a pin]

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[Kickout by Heather]

Busch: What a close one!

[Summer picks up Heather and hoping to end it she grabs Heather's arms for "Dangerously Hot" but instead Heather slips out of her arms and sweeps out Summer's legs. Heather is on one knee still trying to recover while Summer lays on the ground. The two stares each other down on the mat and look like they won't give an inch to their opponent. Heather finally gets to her feet as Summer remains on the ground trying to get herself together. Heather looks around and decides what to do. Heather somehow climbs the ropes and jumps as she tries for her trademark "Nightmares" and nails is hard on top of Summer. She grabs her own stomach in pain but rolls over on top of Summer and decides to cover for the pin]

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[Summer grabs the rope breaking the pin attempt]

Marshal: That was a good idea.

Busch: Yeah, she knew exactly where she was otherwise that could've been the end! This match is one to go down as a great matchup here on Demented. The fans are getting a real treat as they are putting on a clinic.

[Heather is quite frustrated at she begins to stomp on Summer. She stomps her arms; she stomps her legs; she stomps her stomach and her head. The ref finally backs her off allowing Summer to gather herself for a minute. Heather pushes the ref off a bit and comes back at Summer, but Summer is quick enough to grab her leg and sweep Heather onto her back. Summer jumps up and once again goes for the quick pin]

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[This time Heather grabs the ropes to break the pin attempt. Both ladies look quite tired as this match has been a back and forth match going on with no clear winner in sight. Summer grabs Heather's legs and goes for the Boston Crab, but instead she somehow reaches back and grabs Summer's leg making her fall face forward. Heather rolls over to Summer and goes for the pin]

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[Kickout by Summer]

Busch: No one is going to win this match. Both ladies want this win as much as the either. I don't know what it is going to take for someone to win.

Marshal: Maybe I should get in there and show them a thing or two.

Busch: Calm down Marshal.

[Heather picks up Summer as Summer pushes back on her. They begin to exchange blows. Summer punches once. Heather punches once. Summer punches at Heather again, and than Heather punches at Summer again until finally Heather grabs Summer in a side headlock, looks around the ground, and nails her with a hard DDT. She rolls over Summer and goes for a pin]

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[Kickout by Summer]

[Heather pounds hard on the mat showing her frustration at now being able to end this match already. Summer slowly gets to her feet as Heather grabs her in another side headlock and as she goes for a second DDT, Summer pushes off sending Heather hard on her back. Summer climbs to the second ropes, gasps for some more air, and leg drops hard across the sternum of Heather. She sees this could be the end, rolls over and goes for the pin.]

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[Kickout by Heather at the last second]

Busch: Another close fall. I am on the edge of my seat.

[Summer being quite frustrated grabs the hair of Heather and begins to pull her across the ring as the ref counts to break the hold]

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[Summer breaks the hold as she allows Heather to get to her feet. Summer kicks Heather hard to the guy, and goes for "Dangerously Hot" again and nails it sending Heather hard to the mat. But instead of rolling over for the pin, Summer is out of energy as it looks like. The ref looks at both ladies and begins the ten count once again.]

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[Both of them are still lying on the mat with no movement in sight as they have tried everything to win the match. They seem quite out of breath and drained of all of their energy.]

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Ding...ding...ding...

Busch: What the hell? Why did the bell ring?

Marshal: I have no idea: Here is the announcer.

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen this contest has EXPIRED the Ten Minute TV TIME LIMIT! (Crowd boos) As a result this bout will be declared a DRRRAW!"

Busch: Aww, come on. This match was too good to end like this.

Marshal: It is finally over...good.

[Summer and Heather both finally get to their feet as they look worn out and drained. They hear the announcer and looks as pissed as every. They begin to go after each again some more and the bell continues to ring to make them stop. Finally the ref gets in between them to help break it up but calls up the ramp for more refs to come down and help separate these two.

Busch, "These two just put it all out there and neither one managed to obtain the win. Their frustration is evident, albeit understandable."

With that the cameras go to the parking lot where we see WallStreet entering the arena.

The crowd erupts as Busch says, "There he is�?Tonight’s challenger for the ICWA World Heavyweight Championship�?What would it mean to the ICWA Pay Per View if WallStreet walked in as the defending champion?"
Marshal, "It’d be a first ever, that’s for sure."
Busch, "Indeed it would be, and it very well may be�?/P>

As the cameras come back from commercial we see WallStreet walking still walking backstage, receiving another large pop.

Busch, "The dominate share holder of this company and more importantly on this evening, the number one contender for the ICWA World Heavyweight Championship just arrived mere moments ago."
Marshal, "The bossman looks like he’s in prime shape to tear apart the champ here tonight."

Suddenly WallStreet stops in his tracks as his eyes narrow and a scowl comes on his face. The cameras pan out and the crowd begins to boo as we see�?/P>

David Van Dam.

Busch, "With the way Van Dam’s been as of late ya may wanta put the women and children to bed cause this ain’t gonna be pretty."

Van Dam, "Hey McCallister! I don’t know where you get off competing for my championship, but you got some kinda brass. You’re trying to steal my shot."

WallStreet doesn’t say anything, just maintains his stair.

Van Dam, "That’s right, you heard me. You better pray you don’t win tonight, because at Oblivion whoever has that belt’s getting torn apart at my hands whether you like it or not."

WallStreet, "………�?

Van Dam, "Yeah, that’s right. So if you’re smart tonight you’ll take a dive and save your health come Oblivion."

WallStreet, "………�?

Van Dam snickers and begins to walk past WallStreet. As he does WallStreet reaches out, his eyes never leaving the spot they’d been focused on ahead of him as his hand grabs Van Dam’s bicep, stopping him and drawing a huge pop from the crowd. David turns and looks at the side view of WallStreet, his eyes wide with surprise as WallStreet never moves.

WallStreet keeps looking ahead, choosing not to turn and look at David as he says, "If *You’re* smart you’ll go hide under the nearest rock you can find, because when I win tonight I’m going to Oblivion as the Heavyweight Wrestling Champion of the World�?And when I do I don’t care if it’s you, Matlock, or God himself�?If you stand in my way of retaining that championship�?If you attempt to become my road block�?Then I promise you David Van Dam�?I WILL Run�?You�?Down."

The crowd erupts as WallStreet releases Van Dam’s arm and continues walking as he had been prior to Van Dam’s arrival to the sceen.

Busch, "Bah God, what strong words by WallStreet!"

The cameras focus on Van Dam who seems a bit surprised.

Van Dam, "Well then�?I guess we’d just better make sure you that you don’t get to Oblivion."

David grows an evil smirk as the cameras fade to the ring.

Busch, "What? What the Hell’s he mean by that?!"

The Public Address system comes alive with the sound of legendary rap group Run DMC's song "Crown Royal". The sold-out Wachovia Center in Philadelphia Pennsylvania begins to cheer some what for the grappler from South Carolina. Leaky Format looks around at the crowd and spins with his arms held out, dropping to one knee, pyros exploding behind him.

Leaky spins again, this time at the center of the ramp, a few more pyros shoot off. After finishing a spin, Leaky sprints the rest of the distance sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. He rises to his feet as the sounds of hip-hop group fades, being replaced by the sounds of Fred Durst and Limp Bizkit, performing their song, "The Truth." The crowd roars with cheers as one of the fastest rising stars currently in the ICWA darts out onto the stage. Bobbing his head to the beat of the music, the high-flyer from southern Indiana begins the long walk down the ring aisle.

Whysper, who is accompanied by his girlfriend and business manager, Angelina Santana, hops onto the ring apron and wraps his arms on the top rope, turning his chest to the fans and the Dementa-Tron, in classic Chris Jericho style, a tribute to one of Whysper's favorite wrestlers. Stepping into the ring, Whysper meets eyes with his opponent for the evening, Leaky Format. "The Truth" fades out, leaving Leaky and Whysper alone in the ring, with just the sound of the crowd. The referee assigned to this contest, Ken Martel checks both grapplers for concealed objects.

The bell rings to start the contest, and Whysper and Leaky waste no time in moving towards each other in the customary collar-elbow tie up, a good way to start a wrestling contest. The taller but lighter Whysper makes the first move, wrapping his left arm underneath Leaky Format's left arm, falling to the mat, and bring Leaky Format over with an Arm Drag Takedown ala Ricky Steamboat. Both wrestlers are back to their feet, and this time, it's Leaky Format who hits the arm-drag takedown on Whysper. Both are back up, and nod towards each other. Another collar elbow tie up, this time Leaky takes control with a standing arm wringer. Whyser grits his teeth, slapping at his shoulder. They're close to the ropes after the arm drag exchange, so Whysper grabs onto the top rope with his right hand, using it to support himself as he flips backwards, causing Leaky's grip to slacken. This allows Whysper to reverse the arm wringer into an arm-wringer of his own, grinning.

Leaky is facing the ropes, his arm locked in an arm wringer. With a burst of quickness, Leaky jumps from the mat to the middle rope, bouncing off of the ropes, he turns through the air, using his right arm to grab at Whysper's arm, bringing Whysper over with a modified arm drag takeover. Both wrestlers are up, as Whysper starts shaking his arm. Leaky comes running forward, and Whysper leaps over him with a leap frog. Leaky hits the ropes on the other side as Whysper lands on his feet and then falls onto his back, bringing his legs up, Leaky is charging back, and sees Whysper's boots waiting for him. Leaky leaps over Whysper and tucks himself, landing on the mat with a roll, he gets up, turns around, and barely manages to duck an attempted kick to the head from Whysper. Leaky drops to the mat and goes to sweep Whysper's feet out from under him, but Whysper leaps into the air, and Leaky's leg just slides through the air. Leaky gets back to his feet as Whysper lands on the mat. Leaky attempts a lariat, but Whysper does a matrix-style dodge. Leaky turns around, and gets caught by both of Whysper's feet with a big drop kick. The crowd explodes with cheers as Leaky rolls out of the ring, grabbing his jaw.

Leaky rubs his jaw as he turns to face the ring. He sees Whysper running towards the rope, leaping over them, looking for a big dive onto Leaky. Leaky, who's standing on the ring ramp, leaps into the air, extending his feet, nailing Whysper with a mid-air drop kick that makes the crowd gasp as Whysper's body seems to fold in half around Leaky's feet. Whysper's body turns and collides with the steel of the ramp, showing amazing distance on Whysper's jump, but Whysper lays on the steel, grabbing at his chest while Leaky shakes his head, clearing the cob-webs from his own impact from the drop kick.

Demented goes on to a commerical break..

Whysper's face in contorted with pain as his body is stretched by Leaky Format. Whysper refuses to submit though, his right arm reaching out for the ropes that are too far away for him to reach. He grits his teeth, trying to block out the pain. Leaky realizes he's not going to get Whysper to submit so he takes the arm that's on Whysper's hip and moves it underneath Whysper's left leg, lifting him into the air while dropping to one knee, dropping Whysper's back onto the middle of his knee. Leaky makes the cover. Martel slides into position and starts the count, but Whysper rolls his shoulder off the mat.

Leaky pulls Whysper to his feet and kicks him hard in the gut, knocking any wind left in Whysper out. Leaky hits the ropes and comes charging back towards the doubled-over Whysper. Leaping into the air, Leaky sits in the air, looking for his finishing move, The Wet-Down. Whysper senses that it's coming, and moves out of the way. Leaky manages to land on his feet though, and turns towards Whysper, who plants his foot on one of Leaky's thighs, bringing his body into the air, using Leaky's leg as a base, his other leg coming to the back of Leaky's head. With a loud 'pop', Whysper's boot collides with the back of Leaky's head, stopping all the momentum that Leaky had been building. Leaky grabs the back of his head as he hits the mat, curling up in a ball.

Whysper, who was laying on the mat, slowly pulls himself to his feet, wrapping his hand around the middle rope, Whysper pulls himself to his feet. He doesn't have a strong base under himself though, stumbling somewhat as he tries to regain his barrings. Leaky pushes himself up to his feet, he's also stumbling, the kick to the back of the head has him seeing stars. Whysper runs towards Leaky Format and leaps into the air, turning so that he grabs Leaky's head, driving it down into the mat with a verision of his 'Poetic Justice'. Leaky grabs the back of his head as Whysper makes the pinfall. Martel slides into position and counts. He almost gets to three when Leaky Format gets his shoulder off the mat.

Whysper runs his fingers through his dreadlocks as he pulls Leaky up to his feet. Whysper whips Leaky into the corner and follows him in, leaping into the air, Whysper crashes into Leaky's chest. Leaky stumbles out of the corner and Whysper kicks him hard in the gut before climbing up to the top rope and leaping off, looking for his Sound of Silence. He connects, driving Leaky Format face first into the mat. Rolling Leaky over, Whysper makes the cover. Martel slides into position and makes the count. One, two, three!.

The crowd cheers as Whysper raises his arms in victory.

With that the cameras go to the back where we see�?/P>

Christian Skywalker walking toward the Gorilla position. The fans begin to erupt as we hear "Straight out of line" in the Background.

Marshal, "Joe or Flipside, that’ll be determined later tonight but when we come back, Oh DADDY! It’s David Van Dam tearing this punk limb from limb and I can’t wait!"
Busch, "Van Dam�?Skywalker�?NEXT!"

*Commercial Break*

Dart, "Making his way to the ring, from Indianapolis, Indiana and weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, the Ironman, DAVID VAN DAM!"

Dart, "Making his way down the ring aisle, from Buffalo, New York, and weighing in at 255 pounds... No Limits, CHRISTIAN SKYWALKER!"

Busch, "This could be the match of the night, David Van Dam versus Christian Skywalker. Two men who don't quite see eye to eye right now. These two have never faced off in singles competition, but last season they were supposed to. Now we get the match much of us eagerly anticipated. Will David Van Dam get the victory? Or will Christian Skywalker do the unthinkable and defeat the self-proclaimed best wrestler alive?"
Marshall, "Self-proclaimed? David Van Dam IS the best wrestler alive. He lost the title on a fluke, and it's only a matter of time until he gets it back. Christian Skywalker shouldn't have came out to wrestle tonight."

David Van Dam, "Christian, I was hoping you wouldn't make the misake of coming out here tonight, but you decided to. So, I'm going to make one last plea for you to just lay down, Christian. Lay down on the mat and allow me to pin you one, two, three. I don't want to have to hurt you, Christian, so do us all a favor, and just take the fall, other wise I'll be forced to hurt you."

Marshall, "See how nice David Van Dam is? He's offering Christian Skywalker a chance to not get hurt. How considerate."
Busch, "How considerate? He's showing nothing but uninhibited arrogance."
Marshall, "No he's not! He's thinking of Christian Skywalker's health!"
Busch, "He's thinking of nothing more than a victory, he doesn't want to have to try to beat Christian Skywalker, so he's trying to convince him to just lay down. That's garbage."

Busch, "Ha Ha! Some mind games played by Christian Skywalker, throwing the former World Champion off of his game. I bet David Van Dam didn't plan on that."
Marshall, "That was a stupid move by Christian Skywalker. He knows David Van Dam is already angry and on-edge, that's only going to anger David Van Dam more, and David Van Dam is a very dangerous individual."

David Van Dam demands that Shawn Cain keeps Christian Skywalker back so he can get in the ring. Shawn Ccain obliges, holding Christian Skywalker back so that David Van Dam can enter the wrestling ring. David Van Dam tugs on the top rope, loosening up his arms again as he demands Christian Skywalker meets him in the center of the ring. Christian Skywalker smirks and meets him in the center of the ring, a collar-elbow tie up from the two men. David Van Dam looks like he's going to try and put Christian Skywalker down, but Christian Skywalker side-steps David Van Dam's attempt to move around him and lock in a reverse waist lock. David Van Dam shakes his head as he turns back to face Christian Skywalker, another big collar-elbow tie up, this time, David Van Dam is able to get Christian Skywalker in a side head-lock. Grinning, Van Dam trash talks Christian Skywalker, "Oh yeah, this where we go to school!" Christian Skywalker grabs David Van Dam and lifts him straight up into the air, David Van Dam shaking his head no before Christian Skywalker falls backwards, driving David Van Dam head and shoulders into the mat. Grabbing his neck, Van Dam rolls on the mat as the young but experienced Christian Skywalker quickly makes the cover, but only gets a one count.

Busch, "Look at Christian Skywalker go! He's got the former Worlds Champion reeling."
Marshall, "Every time he hits David Van Dam with a move, he's adding the the amount of pain he's going to feel. I'd hate to be Christian Skywalker when it's all said and done."

Busch, "Skywalker is in firm control right now, and he's got the crowd behind him, this could be the biggest night of Skywalker's professional career."
Marshall, "Just wait for it... David Van Dam's about to introduce Christian Skywalker to a wrestling lesson Christian Skywalker has never had before."

Marshall, "That's the veteran expertise of David Van Dam coming into play. He knew he had to stop Christian Skywalker's momentum, and had to stop it quickly, so he kept Shawn Cain's attention on something else, and then nailed Skywalker with a low-blow. Brilliant."
Busch, "I call it cheap. There's no reason a wrestler the caliber of David Van Dam should have to use cheap shots to stop someone's momentum."
Marshall, "There is a reason. David Van Dam wants to win. When you're being lifted in the air and dropped on your neck, you don't think to yourself 'well gee, I really hate being suplexed, but the only way I can get out of it is to use an illegal move, so I guess I'm just going to allow myself to be put in a world of pain.' You think that you want to get out of the predicament you find yourself in, no matter what the costs. It's not cheap to you then, it's something you must do to survive."

Busch, "This is a much more physically intense David Van Dam than we've ever seen. He's doing more moves to just inflict the maxium amount of pain, not linking together moves to wear his opponent down, he's just trying to hurt Skywalker."
Marshall, "This is what happens when David Van Dam doesn't have the World Championship. He gets angry, and there is nothing scarier than a man who studies how to hurt people for a living getting angry. When David Van Dam gets angry, someone gets hurt."

Busch, "Skywalker kicks out! I'm not sure how, but Skywalker kicks out!"
Marshall, "How bad does this kid want to get hurt?"

Van Dam shakes his head and pulls Skywalker up to his feet. Deciding to change his strategy, Van Dam lifts Skywalker off of his feet, and drops him onto his knee for a big back breaker, he doesn't let Skywalker hit the mat, instead he stands back up with Skywalker still in his arms, and delivers another back breaker, again Van Dam stands up with Skywalker in his arms, and delivers a third back breaker. Van Dam attempts another pin fall, but again only gets a two. Van Dam looks down at Skywalker, "Just stay down!" Van Dam yells. It's clear by the look on his face he just wants Skywalker to stay down. Van Dam pulls Skywalker to his feet and sets him up for what looks like a Rock Bottom. As he lifts Skywalker up, Van Dam drops him down onto his knee with another version of the back breaker. Pulling Skywalker to his feet with out letting him touch the ground, Van Dam modifies his grip and pops his hips, sending Skywalker flipping through the air with a slightly-modified T-Bone Suplex. Skywalker crashes onto the mat and grabs at his lower back, holding it in agony.

Marshall, "Skywalker just needs to stay down, live to fight another day."
Busch, "Skywalker has heart for this business, Skywalker loves this business, and he's not going to just stay down for anybody."

Busch, "Who will capatalize here? Who will gain the upper hand? We'll find out right after this break."

Busch, "And we're back, David Van Dam has Skywalker on the top rope, looking for a superplex, but Skywalker blocks it. Again, and another block. Wait, what's Skywalker doing? He's got Van Dam up and he just dropped him chest first on the mat. Why is Skywalker standing up on the top rope... Van Dam is standing up, grabbing his chest... Skywalker leaps off the top rope. My God Jay, what a missle drop kick!"
Marshall, "Why does Skywalker keep fighting back? Every time he fights back, he just angers Van Dam more."

Dart, "Your winner, CHRISTIAN...SKYWALKER!"

Marshall, "What just happened?"
Busch, "Christian Skywalker did the unthinkable, that's what happened. Christian Skywalker beat David Van Dam. Christian Skywalker did it!"