Danger Zone (Tuesday, May 5, 1998 -Part 2-)

CNWF²
DANGER ZONE
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Sacramento, California
(Standard Arena)
Tuesday,May 05, 1998
Time: 08:15:00 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. Knee Johnson's large beer keg is still indescreetly present.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Hello, and welcome to CNWF² Danger Zone on this very happy Cinco de Mayo! I'm your host here along with Knee Johnson and Dexter Copeland for those of you just barely joining us. You missed Steve Woodthorpe nearly take the gold from Felinsworth who chickened out on the match.

Dexter Copeland: Yeah. Dat reminds me of what dat Donovan foo' did las' week! What he did was sickenin' to his manhood.

Knee Johnson: I don't care how much you're sickened by Donovan, you sicken me a lot more!

Frenchie Parker: Knee, stop it, okay? I mean you're acting like this is your show!

Knee Johnson: Every show's my show. I'm the "Human Beer Keg" afterall.

Frenchie Parker: I beg ta differ. But we gotta get on with our next match... Da Hip Hopsta in his Danger Zone debut against Death.

{cut to shot of the ring}
The ring announcer is readying himself to announce the upcoming match once again.

{ring}
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing two-hundred twenty pounds... Da Hip Hopsta!

{cut to shot of the walkway}
"Hip Hop Hooray" by Naughty by Nature plays over the public address system. He comes out holding a bat and points it at the ring and brings it to his neck and brings it across his neck as if he were slicing his throat with it. He then takes his cap off and throws the bat down. The audience doesn't react much as Da Hip Hopsta makes his way to the ring.

{cut to shot of the ring}
He enters the ring and crosses his arms in an "X" over his head as he waits for his opponent. Still not much of a reaction from the audience.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Well, I don't know about this guy. This is his Danger Zone debut against Death. Death's become quite a tough competitor here.

Dexter Copeland: Personally, I really don't care for either o' dese guys. Dey ain't proven nothin' to me yet.

Knee Johnson: Face it. Death has this one in the bag!

{ring}
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, weighing two-hundred eighty pounds... Death!

{cut to shot of the walkway}
The masked Death makes his way to the ring with no music playing. There is a mixed reaction from the audience as the heavily built Death strides to the ring.

{cut to shot of the ring}
As soon as Death enters the ring, he charges Da Hip Hopsta and knocks him to the canvas with a shoulder block. The referee immediately rings the bell and the match begins.

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Da Hip Hopsta vs Death
6'-0", 220 lbs — 6'-4", 280 lbs
(One Fall Singles Match)
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{ring}
Death has now picked up Da Hip Hopsta with two hands by the throat and has hoisted him into the air. Another mixed reaction bursts from the audience as a result. Death then walks to the ropes, then throws Hopsta out of the ring over the top rope.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Oh man! Da Hip Hopsta must be in pain after that move!

Dexter Copeland: Deaf's goin' out after him!

{cut to ringside shot}
Sure enough, Death has exited the ring and heads toward the writhing Hip Hopsta. Death hoists the smaller man into the air with a gorilla press, then drops him chin first on the ring apron. At this point, there is a definite negative reaction from the audience. Death then walks over to the time keeper, pushes him out of his chair, then takes it.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Death has just taken the timekeeper's chair!

Knee Johnson: That was dumb! I would have taken the bell!

Dexter Copeland: Well, no one said Deaf was da smartes' man in dese parts.

Knee Johnson: Hell yeah! Now your talkin'!

{ringside}
Death smashes the chair down across Hip Hopsta's back. After the shot, Hopsta grabs his back in pain to which Death stomps on his back to add more pain to. Death then smashes the top of the chair into his back as well, then throws the chair to the side. A ring attendant gets the chair and takes it back to the time keeper. Death finally rolls Da Hip Hopsta back into the ring, then reenters himself.

{cut to shot of the ring}
Da Hip Hopsta is not moving anymore.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Oh man! Death's really shown this Hip Hopsta guy what he's all about!

Knee Johnson: Man... I think Death is just gonna end this match right now!

Dexter Copeland: I think maybe I underestimated dis Deaf guy.

{ring}
Death picks up Da Hip Hopsta and locks him into an inverted front facelock. The audience boos because they know exactly what is about to happen. Death then falls down completing a perfect inverted DDT and immediately goes for the cover. The referee is right in position and begins counting.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: "Death Drop" from Death! He's going for the cover! One! Two! Three! It's over!

Knee Johnson: Alright Death! I'll drink to that! [the humming of the beer pump starts up once again for about two seconds, then stops once again.]

Dexter Copeland: Man... ya gots ta lay off dat stuff, brah!

{ring}
After Death is declared the winner, he starts kicking Da Hip Hopsta once again until the man rolls out of the ring. Death then exits as well.

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Death by "Death Drop" Inverted DDT
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{cut to shot of the commentary table}
All the commentators seem to be in a good mood currently as they are all smiling.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Death sure knocked the heck out of Da Hip Hopsta! I didn't expect anything like that ta happen!

Knee Johnson: Seems like there always has ta be one fast match every night. Of course, I don't see much comin' outta a few other matches either.

Dexter Copeland: Well, it looks ta me like we have time ta start Stealf/Simon Prestwell.

Frenchie Parker: You're right, Dex! Looks like the ring announcer is already gonna start it!

{cut to shot of the ring}
The ring announcer is standing in the middle of the ring holding a microphone and a 3 x 5 card.

{ring}
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Edinburgh, Scotland... weighing in at two-hundred twenty-three pounds... "Sexy" Simon Prestwell!

{cut to shot of the walkway}
"Country House" plays over the loudspeaker and "Sexy" Simon Prestwell steps out to a negative reaction. The man definitely doesn't look very Scottish with is short black hair and brown eyes. He makes his way to the ring as the audience steadily boos the man.

{cut to shot of the ring}
Prestwell finally enters the ring and waits for his opponent.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: I don't know what kind of shape Prestwell's gonna be in tonight, folks. For those of you who know about his "Super Pro Wrestling Organization" it's been doing bad business lately. Over the weekend they lost about ten of their top stars because of their pirating of CNWF Squared copyrighted material.

Knee Johnson: Aw... he can't be all that bad, Frenchie! He's just tryin' ta run his organization!

Dexter Copeland: Da man is lame, brah! Who does dat kin' o' stuff dese days when everyone's watchin' anyway? Dat just goes ta show jus' how lame dis man be!

Frenchie Parker: Ya know it, Dex... but ya gotta wonder how it's gonna affect his game plan today.

{ring}
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, from San Diego, Claifornia; weighing in at two-hundred four pounds... Stealth!

{cut to shot of the walkway}
A short, well built man steps into the walkway as "Without a Face" by Rage Against the Machine plays over the public address system. He wears a straight black mask with slits at the eyes big enough to see his deep, majestic blue eyes gaping into you with a cold stare, seeming to look into your soul. There is an opening where his mouth is. The fans are cheering quite loudly as he makes his way to the ring.

{cut to shot of the ring}
Stealth grabs the top rope as he climbs on to the ring apron, then uses the rope to catapult himself into the ring. He stands in a fighting stance looking at Simon Prestwell.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Looks like Stealth can't wait until this match gets goin'!

Dexter Copeland: Prestwell had better look out. Dis man looks like he means business.

Knee Johnson: I think Prestwell can take him.

{ring}
The referee calls for the bell, thus beginning the match.

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Stealth vs "Sexy" Simon Prestwell
5'-9", 204 lbs — 6'-2", 223 lbs
(One Fall Singles Match)
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{ring}
Simon Prestwell immediately runs at Stealth with a drop kick, but Stealth ducks far before it ever connects. As Prestwell gets back up to his feet and turns to face Stealth, he catches a stiff crescent kick right to the jaw which sends him staggering back a bit. Stealth then runs against the ropes to gain momentum on his way back, but Prestwell recovers a bit to quickly and leaps at Stealth with a body press into a cover.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: One... nothing. Stealth's back up.

Dexter Copeland: Damn! Dese two move quick!

Knee Johnson: No kiddin'! It's about time ya noticed!

Dexter Copeland: Yeah... an' it's about time you got yo' ass kicked!

Frenchie Parker: Oh man! Stealth just nailed Prestwell with a drop kick!

{ring}
Prestwell has just been hit by a terriffic drop kick from Stealth which almost sent him outside the ring, but Prestwell catches himself before going out. Stealth doesn't give Prestwell time to revel in security, however, as he runs at Prestwell and delivers a clothesline that finishes the job.

{cut to ringside shot}
Prestwell is getting back up to his feet as Stealth climbs up to the top rope. As Prestwell gets back on his feet, Stealth leaps off the top rope with a corkscrew plancha. The audience is cheering as Stealth zeroes in on Prestwell. At the last moment, Prestwell catches Stealth and sends him into one of the commentary tables. The table doesn't break, but Stealth is visibly in a lot of pain. The commentators barely had time to escape disaster from that one as well.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: That coulda' been us, ya know?

Dexter Copeland: Prestwell has just thrown Stealf off da commentary table. Oooh! Elbow drop! That's gotta hurt!

Knee Johnson: Stealth's just _writhing_ in pain on the concrete floor!

Frenchie Parker: He's still on the padding, Knee.

Knee Johnson: Aah... so what?

{ringside}
Prestwell picks up Stealth to roll him back in the ring. As he gets to the ring apron, Stealth turns the tables and runs Prestwell into the ring apron instead. The crowd starts cheering once again at the sight of Stealth being back in the game. Stealth then takes Prestwell by the hair and runs him head first into the steel ring post. While Prestwell is in a daze fumbling around, Stealth rolls him back in the ring. Stealth then climbs on the ring apron himself... but instead of entering the ring, he starts climbing the turnbuckles to the top rope.

{cut to shot of the ring}
Stealth is now on the top turnbuckle waiting for Simon Prestwell to get back up to his feet. Prestwell is slow getting back up.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: I wonder what we're gonna see from Stealth now?

Dexter Copeland: Damn, dat man is a daredevil!

Knee Johnson: Yeah... well I could do that!

Dexter Copeland: Yeah... dat's 'cause you always drunk an' you ain't got a mind anymo' anyhow!

{ring}
Prestwell is back up to his feet this time and once again he seems to be in bad shape to which the audience cheers for. Stealth then leaps from the top rope with a flying cross body block. Once again the audience is cheering, but that quickly turns to a negative reaction as Prestwell leaps up himself and connects with a perfectly placed drop kick. This time Stealth is down holding his gut while Prestwell congratulates himself.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Oh man! Just when we thought Stealth was gonna sell the farm to Prestwell he rejects the transaction!

Knee Johnson: I told ya Prestwell was a good wrestler!

Dexter Copeland: Da match ain't ovah yet!

{ring}
Prestwell lifts Stealth off the canvas and lets him stand. Stealth looks as if he is about to fall over. To add insult to injury, Prestwell delivers a sturdy back hand chop across Stealth's chest. Stealth staggers back a bit, but doesn't fall over... but the audience boos Prestwell loudly for the gesture. Prestwell laughs as he begins to ascend to the top rope. Stealth doesn't show any sign of having the strength to move out of the way or anything.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Come on, Stealth! Move out of the way! Get your strength back!

Knee Johnson: Prestwell's about ta show everyone just why the CNWF Squared wanted him ta join so bad!

Dexter Copeland: I don't really think Lex wanted him to join.

Knee Johnson: Well, this is gonna prove everyone's doubts about him wrong!

{ring}
Prestwell positions himself on the top rope facing the staggering Stealth. He then leaps off the top rope into a somersault. Everyone in the audience is expecting Stealth to dodge out of the way of this maneuver... but Prestwell connects with a head scissors straight out of the moonsault. Prestwell continues his momentum to execute a perfect hurricanrana into a pinning predicament. Everyone seems to know that this one is over...

{commentary}
Knee Johnson: Oh my God!

Dexter Copeland: Sweet Jesus in Heaven!

{ring}
... but Stealth somehow continues the momentum so that he ends up holding Prestwell in a pinning predicament.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: One! Two! Three! No! Prestwell kicked out.

Dexter Copeland: He did? Den why da ref callin' fo' da bell?

{ring}
The bell sounds as the referee calls for it. Simon Prestwell looks on in shock as he is still sitting on the canvas looking up at Stealth who is having his arm raised in victory. Prestwell cannot believe he just lost.

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Stealth by Pin Via Reversal of a Flying Hurricanrana
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{cut to shot of the commentary table}
All three commentators turn to look at the camera.

{commentary}
Frenchie Parker: Man... tough break right there for Simon Prestwell in his debut match here in the CNWF Squared... but a heck of a show of perserverence from Stealth!

Dexter Copeland: Yeah! Now _dat's_ what I like ta see... wrestla's tryin' dey hardest ta win dey matches.

Knee Johnson: Yeah... that describes what Prestwell did. He tried his best ta beat Stealth... but that rat somehow pulled off the win.

Frenchie Parker: Ya know ya like Stealth's style.

Knee Johnson: I do not!

Frenchie Parker: Maybe, Knee... but we have ta go to a commercial break. When we come back, we have the Evil Lord Pelius taking on Tommy Craven which should turn out to be one heck of a matchup!

Knee Johnson: Yeah... dumb Pelius had ta look up the word "craven" in the dictionary just ta insult him. What a moron!

Frenchie Parker: I don't know, Knee... Pelius uses bigger words on average than "craven". I seriously doubt he would have had to look that one up!

Dexter Copeland: True dat!

Knee Johnson: True dis! [Knee Johnson stands up and to the shock of the near capacity crowd he grabs his crotch]

Dexter Copeland: Why you... [Copeland gets up as well and is about to slug Knee when Frenchie Parker gets between the two.]

Frenchie Parker: We have to... go to... a commercial... break! Don't go away!

{commentary area}
The screen fades out as Frenchie tries his best to break up the ensuing fight.
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|— {Commercial Break} |
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