Danger Zone (Tuesday, April 21, 1998)

CNWF²
DANGER ZONE
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San Bernardino, California
(Cox Arena)
Tuesday, April 21, 1998
Time: 08:14:00 p.m. {Second Segment}
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{quick fade to shot of the commentary table}
Knee Johnson, Dexter Copeland, and Frenchie Parker are sitting at the commentary table once again. The entire group seems to be in a fairly good mood at this time. That's interesting considering that Knee Johnson was obviously uncomfortable with Copeland earlier.

{commentary}
Dexter Copeland: Welcome back to Danger Zone! We gots da goods here, folks, so don't you dare touch that remote!

Frenchie Parker: Ya know it, Dex! But right now we're gonna have ta settle for Wind Whisper takin' on Tommy Craven. What do you guys think of this match?

Knee Johnson: Well, I'd say it's gonna be boring... but I think it's gonna be too fast ta be boring!

Dexter Copeland: Fo' once I gots ta agree wif da fat man, know what ah'm sayin'? See, dis Tommy Craven foo' don't know how ta wrestle, and dis' Win' Whispah man ain't nevah gonna win a match here in da CNWF Squared! This is like a match fo' Ride, G's!

Frenchie Parker: Ya know, I think I gotta agree with ya guys. I don't see this match lastin' long. In fact, there should be a five minute time limit on it just to be sure.

Knee Johnson: No need for that! Craven is just gonna land one hit on Wind Whisper, and that's gonna be it! Wind is gonna be downed like a beer keg!

Dexter Copeland: Ya gotta be mo' philosophical than that, Knee. {Copeland pulls out a portable boom box and hits a button. A rap beat begins playing.} Listen up! Win' Whispah's gonna get da blow down! An' dat's 'cause Craven blows! _Yeah_! Win' Whispah's done met his match! So y'alls can suck it, ho...

Frenchie Parker: {cutting in before Copeland can finish} Okay! I think we've had enough creativity for one day.

Dexter Copeland: {stopping the music and putting the boom box away} Yeah... I know.

{cut to shot of the ring}
The ring announcer is standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his hand ready to announce the upcoming match. A short, muscular, and masked wrestler is already in the ring with him.

{ring}
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Montanna, U.S.A., weighing two-hundred six pounds... Wind Whisper!

{Wind Whisper raises one of his arms to try to excite the crowd. No one reacts at all.}

Ring Announcer: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing two-hundred fifty-six pounds... Tommy Craven!

{cut to shot of the entrance}
"Sweet Dreams" by Marylin Manson plays over the public address system. Blue mist fills the area as Craven enters the arena. As he walks down the aisle, he taunts the audience with obsceneties of different sorts. The audience reacts mildly negative towards him, but obviously he has not made enough of an impact to excite this crowd.

{cut to shot of the ring}
As he steps into the ring, blue and purple fireworks shoot up. Once the display is over, he takes off his shirt and throws it into the crowd. The audience appears to scatter from the shirt, unlike earlier when they were clamoring to get Frenchie's clothing.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Some guys got it... and some guys don't!

Knee Johnson: I'd rather not have it than be you, Frenchie!

Dexter Copeland: An' why's dat? I think Frenchie's pretty coo'!

Frenchie Parker: Yeah, Knee! So shut up!

{ring}
The referee calls for the bell and the match begins.

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Wind Whisper vs Tommy Craven
5'-10", 206 lbs —6'-3", 256 lbs
(One Fall Singles Match)
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{ring}
Craven is still taunting the audience at this point. Wind Whisper takes this opportunity to sneak up on Craven and wait for him to get finished with his business. When Craven finally turns around, he catches a solid crescent kick to the jaw, sending him down to the canvas like a ton of bricks. The audience cheers wildly for the surprising occurrence. Wind Whisper is eating up the cheering from the audience.

{commentary}
Knee Johnson: Oh my God! Wind Whisper just took out Craven! This is unbelievable!

Frenchie Parker: Well, pin him, Whisper!

Dexter Copeland: Yeah! Dis' man is history!

{ring}
Wind Whisper wants to be doubly sure that he has this match in the bag so he hops on to the top rope and stays there as he gets his balance. Craven gets back up by this time, but that doesn't stop Wind Whisper from getting ready to attempt a high risk maneuver. He leaps off the top rope, but Craven has his senses back by this time, and catches the man with a reverse neckbreaker.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Craven Cutter! It's over for Wind Whisper!

Knee Johnson: Yep! Looks just like you did earlier tonight, Frenchie!

Dexter Copeland: Yeah! An' if you don't stop talkin' trash 'bout my friend, yo' ass is gonna be lookin' like Win' Whispah's!

Frenchie Parker: Craven with the cover now. One! Two! Three! This will be Wind Whisper's last Danger Zone, I hope!

{ring}
"Sweet Dreams" by Marylin Manson kicks in once again as the ring announcer incoherently announces Craven as the winner of the match. Craven just rolls out of the ring before his arm can be raised in victory.

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Tommy Craven by Pin Via "Craven Cutter" Reverse Neckbreaker
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{cut to shot of the commentary table}
The music fades out as the trio of Parker, Copeland, and Johnson pop on to the screen.

{commentary}
Knee Johnson: That was a waste of a match.

Frenchie Parker: Well, that's what happens when people run away and hide from their matches, ya know? I wouldn't have gotten the big chance I had tonight if it weren't for Mystical Angel running off.

Knee Johnson: I guess so... but still it was a waste of a match.

Dexter Copeland: What's wrong wif you? Can't ya just enjoy the night rather than doing a poor, one man Siskel and Ebert impression? Hell, it ain't you who gots ta worry 'bout payin' da bills, know what ah'm sayin'? So just chill!

Knee Johnson: I hate this! Black men are always right!

Dexter Copeland: And stop wit' da racism! But I'll take dat as a compliment.

Frenchie Parker: Wait, guys... the camera crew is telling me they're in the back with Jason Agony who has some words. Let's get right to them!

{cut to shot of the locker room}
[Jason Agony is sitting back in a metal folding chair staring into a mirror. He is almost done applying his face-paint. As he apears to be finished he pulls a black brush back out and adds a small "anarchy" sign on his forehead. After taking a moment to put his stuff away, Jason turns to the camera. Shaking his head and grinning, Agony begins speaking.]

Jason Agony: Tonight is definetly the night. Just about every single wrestler working for CNI is betting against me... but it's like they say. Opinions are like (CENSORED) and sometimes they stink! There has not been one CNWF World champ a this time that has been able to stop me. Not Deperado, not Beast Slayer, not HBK, not Souders, not Piller, certainly not Donovan, and Pelius and his daddy are such freakin weinies that instead of either accepting my first challenge or making one of their own, you both chose to hide in the runway and pick your shots! Now you fans might be thinking to yourselves "Ole Unca Jay is right. How come he isn't champ?" You see that is the part I'm still trying to figure out. Haha! But let's continue...

Assassin, you, my friend are starting to sound like a broken record. You always come out sayin that you should still be Intercontinental champion and you were never beaten for it. Well let me tell ya something. I won that tournament way back. Yeah, that one where you lost to Donovan, but yet I defeated him. After some lack of competition I went over to the HWF to spread the name of [shudders] of CHAOS and to hunt down "Malibu". Lexy didn't like that to much and while I was beating everybody that Dizon had to offer including Mikey Donovan proving to the world that without a shadow of a doubt, the CNWFhad the best competition. And how did Victor repay me? By handing my belt over to you. But I fixed that didn't I? Hahahahaha! I sure did. Almost a year now and you are still complaining. If you really want to see screwed than take a look at my match with Paul Pickney and ask "Mr. Intern" Kevin Gillen what happened there. And if you really want to see screwed take a look at my last match for the CNWF² World title, ya ungrateful bastard! Like I said before you and Donovan are no different. Both spoon-fed and spoiled! Tonight I am going to put this to an end. I'm gonna win this belt even if I have to plant Lex on top of Mikey to get the three count. And you aint getting a title shot. I'm not saying we won't fight, because I don't want to deprive myself of kicking your ass! But you aint gettin a shot at the title until everyone down to the Bingo Warrior has had their seconds.

[Jason gets up and puls open a locker dooor. He pulls out the deflated
Mary Kate and begins blowing her up.]

Jason Agony: [removes his lips from the air hole] Oh and Souders, you are getting first dibbs. No, not because you are supporting me and the Assassin isn't. It's because you also see how much I have been screwed over and you see how guys like Donovan have things handed to him. And you know exactly why Dangerzone was post-poned. To think that even when were allies in the MO13 I couldn't bring myself to liking or trusting you. But now, I still can't say that I trust you, but I do like ya. I just hope that I'll be able to grant you that match, if you know what I'm sayin. And if I aint here in the morning than you will all know why... I have worked just too damn hard! I know Sh..stuff happens behind my back here in the CNWF². Deals are made. Stuff like that. But it aint even going to matter. Tonight I cannot be stopped. And I dare anyone to try....

[Jason gets up knocking the chair over. He storms out of the dressing room carrying the once again deflated blow-up doll.]

{commentary}
Dexter Copeland: Some big words from the man that looks like he just may come away wit' da big gold tonight!

Knee Johnson: Well, ya never know, Dexter! I'm tellin' ya that ya really can't be sure what's gonna happen in that match tonight.

Frenchie Parker: Ya know it! That's why it's gonna be the most heavily watched match on the show!

Dexter Copeland: Actually, I think the one comin' up next, Outcast by Society takin' on "Godly" Ken Davison is da one to watch tonght! Dis be da one dat I'd think would be da big one. Ken Davison is lookin' ta really make a big name fo' himself.

Frenchie Parker: You could be right! I can't wait ta see it either! The thing is I think more people know Donovan and Agony than Davison.

Dexter Copeland: Dis Davison guy has a biggah fan base than you may think.

{cut to shot of the ring}
Once again the ring announcer is standing in the middle of the ring ready to announce the upcoming match.

{ring}
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and there will be no countouts or disqualifications. {pop} Introducing first, weighing two-hundred twenty pounds... "Godly" Ken Davison!

{cut to shot of the entrance}
"Holier Than Thou" by Metallica plays as the arena grows dark and a spotlight focuses on the walkway. Ken Davsion walks out to a large amount of cheers. Then as we walks down the walkways he stops for a moment. White lasers point towards him from the ceiling and a 'G' appears in front of him. A few more feat in front of him an 'O' appears, then a 'D' an 'L' and finally a 'Y' where the walkway end and the ring area branches of to either side the word 'GODLY' appears. He continues his way to the ring now.

{cut to shot of the ring}
He gets in the ring and stands in the middle ring. A red laser zeroes in on his forehead and and after a few moments and gun blasts plays loudly through the PA system as Davison stands there with his arms outstreched. The music has stopped at this point.

{commentary}
Dexter Copeland: This Ken Davison knows how to make an entrance, G's!

Knee Johnson: Uh yeah... and can you stop calling me a "G"? I don't think my mother would approve.

Frenchie Parker: This match here looks like it's the kind that suits Outcast by Society perfectly! I mean Outcast comes to work under conditions like this... heck... worse!

Dexter Copeland: Yeah, well, I bet dat man don't know da firs' thing about growin' up on da streets in a _real_ tough place, know what ah'm sayin'? But this should still be a match to rememba'.

{ring}
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, from "The Hell we refer to as Earth", weighing two-hundred fifty-five pounds... Outcast by Society!

{cut to shot of the walkway facing the audience}
Offspring's "Cool to Hate" plays as Outcast by Society silently steps over the guardrail into the walkway. There is quite a hefty amount of booing from the audience as he walks to the ring.

{cut to shot of the ring}
Outcast rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. He stands up and stares at Davison, possibly to try to use fear tactics on the man. Davison doesn't even really seem to care. Outcast turns away and puts his head down. A moment later, he darts at his Davison and starts pounding away at him. The referee immediately calls for the bell so the match will begin.

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Outcast by Society vs "Godly" Ken Davison
6'-2", 255 lbs — 5'-10", 220 lbs
(One Fall, No Countout, No Disqualification Singles Match)
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{ring}
Davison somehow rolls Outcast over so now Davison is on top, whailing away at Outcast. He then gets up, and picks Outcast off the canvas, throws him against the rope, and then leaps at him with a cross body block right into a pin. The ref goes down to count, slaps his hand down once, but Outcast kicks out too soon.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: This is a pretty straight foreward beginning for a no disqualification match!

Dexter Copeland: Yeah... I could agree wif you. Soon, dey ain't gonna be playin' nice, though!

Knee Johnson: Uh, yeah. Ya know, Davison can get pretty hardcore and mean. He's never lost a no countout, no disqualification match, ya know?

Frenchie Parker: Ya know, I don't even think he's won one yet! But he did have a classic battle with Big Fig at Broken Dreams... and oh wow! Big belly to belly suplex by Davison!

{ring}
Davison celebrates his little victory and the crowd eats it up. While he is doing this, Outcast by Society rolls out of the ring.

{cut to ringside shot}
Outcast reaches under the ring and pulls out a wooden table and a chair. He sets up the table. By this time, Davison turns around and notices Outcast's shenanigans outside the ring and starts yelling at him, then makes like he is going to leave the ring, but as he gets close to the ring apron, Outcast grabs Davison's leg and pulls him out of the ring. While he has him outside, he delivers a hard hitting chop across his chest, causing Davison to stagger back. Outcast grips the chair with both hands, then packs a whallop of a blow against Davison's cranium sending him to the canvas. The impact was loud, and even though it was such a hard blow, the chair is barely dented.

{commentary}
Dexter Copeland: Yeah! See, here in da CNWF Squared, we don't use those fake chairs... dat's an real, honest ta goodness, steel chair!

Frenchie Parker: I think Knee knows that first hand!

Knee Johnson: I do not! Or... well... I don't know.

{ringside}
In the top right hand corner of the screen the referee can be seen begging the competitors to get back into the ring. Of course, his admonishings are totally disregarded by Outcast who is trying to get Davison on to the table. Right when it looks like Outcast is going to get him on to the table, Outcast is taken head first into the table by a vicious DDT, resulting in a huge positive pop from the audience. The table did not break with the impact, but Outcast is on the floor holding his head in pain. Davison pays no attention to the medical condition of Outcast, so he picks him up in his arms, and places him on the table.

{commentary}
Knee Johnson: What does Davison think he's doing? I can't believe that the table didn't break when he put Outcast by Society on it! I know it happens all the time in that one Atlanta based company. I think they use rubber tables or something.

Frenchie Parker: Well, this is a real table, ya know? I mean it's solid wood! Well, solid particle board like they normally use in tables.

Dexter Copeland: Oh man! Davison's goin' back into the ring! What da hell is dis man on?

{ringside}
The camera is aimed at Davison who is climbing on to the top turnbuckle. When he gets there, he delicately positions himself so that he is facing the prone Outcast by Society. The audience is in a roar as they try to figure out what kind of dare devil maneuver he is going to execute. He soon leaps off the top turnbuckle, then starts flipping in reverse through the air, though he has foreward momentum. The audience cheers as he executes the breathtaking maneuver flawlessly, and crashes right into Outcast by Society, taking both of them right through the table.

{commentary}
Dexter Copeland: Man, dat was hype! What da hell y'all call dat move? It was smoove!

Frenchie Parker: That was a beautifully executed shooting star press by Davison! He's such a gifted mat technician... but he is equally aerially skilled! That was so impressive!

Knee Johnson: I'm goin' for Outcast by Society on this one... but even the ol' kegger's gotta admit that was a helluva move!

Frenchie Parker: They both seem to have taken quite an impact from that maneuver... and it's sure a good thing there are no countouts in this match! Wait... Davison's coming around... he's back on his feet. He's picking up Outcast by Society. What's he gonna do with him? Oh my God! We have a commercial break! We'll be right back!

{ringside}
As Davison has Outcast by Society by the hair and is running him toward the guard rail, Outcast changes the scene a bit and shoves Davison head first into the railing instead. At that point, the screen abruptly fades to black making way for commercials.
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| {Commercial Break} |
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