Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2005 I'm pretty sure this is shorter than Eski's match, so I win "Shortest Match of the Night." Not my best work, but it done to write THR out for their big return later this year. The synthesized beat of Giorgio Moroder's "Chase" begins blasting over the multi-million dollar sound system, drawing the jeers of the fans as Jim Cornette leads the lastest incarnation of the Midnight Express -- the New New Midnight Express -- to the ring. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Making their way to the ring, accompanied by their manager Jim Cornette; at a combined weight of 460 pounds, the NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXXXPRESSSS! Cornette holds the middle rope up for his men, following them in. All 3 men head to their corner, with Ned acknowledging out one of the few pro-NNMX signs in the crowd. BUFFER And their opponents. Weighing 455 pounds, Synth featuring Punkmaster P -- the PUNK RRROCKERSSSS! "G's & Soliders" hits, the the fans rising to their feet, cheering wildly as Synth and Punkmaster P sprint to the ring. The New New Midnight Express go to meet Synth and P.P. head-on, but referee Nick Patrick holds them back. Jim Cornette berates the referee when, in actuality, it's all part of the plan. The SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA blindside the Punk Rockers on their way to the ring. Shyanne, the sister of Marcellus, hands the S.C.M. a pair of NIGHTSTICKS. COLE Hey, come on, damnit! These guys have no busy being out here. Cornette keeping the referee distracted while the South Central Militia assault the Punk Rockers on the outside. COACH We're witnessing what happens to a couple of punks when they break the law in south central L.A., baby. Vincent Santana rams Punkmaster P HEAD-FIRST into the RINGPOST, knocking him out cold. Then he and Marcellus brutalize Synth with the nightsticks. Synth fights back, driving Marcellus straight back into the edge of the ring apron. Marcellus keeps him ground as he and Vincent pumpel Synth, with Vincent getting in many shots to the ribs with the nightstick. Marcellus grabs Synth's right arm and slams it down on the RING STEPS. The loud THUD grabbing the attention of Nick Patrick. He ejects the S.C.M. from ringside, calling for officials backstage to come out and escort Marcellus and Vincent. With pleasure the S.C.M. peacefully go backstage with the officials, punking fans along the way. COLE What's gonna happen here? The bell never rang -- Hell, the Punk Rockers didn't even make to the ring. Can Synth even go? His partner -- the one who's with him tonight -- is being helped to the back. Synth is in a considerable amount of pain. His arm may be broken. The South Central Militia are obviously here for the sole purpose of eliminating the Heavenly Rockers from the OAOAST. They've taken out Holly-Wood -- damn near breaking her neck. They've taken out Logan -- not physically but emotional. And they just may have taken out Synth. Nick Patrick confers with Synth outside, crotching down. He rises back up and calls for the b-- Synth calls him by the collar of his shirt, shouting "NO!" "YEEEEAAAAHHHH!" The cameras pick up Nick repeatedly asking, "Are you sure?" Synth nods. NICK: "I want you to be sure that I'm ending the match the moment I see you in trouble, you understand?" Synth nods again. He jumps in the ring before Nick Patrick has a chance to call for the bell. COLE This kid's got guts. He probably shouldn't even wrestle, especially since it's gonna be 2-on-1 with Punkmaster P out, but he's fighting not just for himself but for his friends. COACH He can always find new ones. * DING DING * The Midnights break away from Jim Cornette and charge Synth. He ducks underneath a double-team clothesline, hits the ropes and takes both Midnights off their feet with a running dropkick! Ned knocked back off his feet with a spinning heel kick. Simon kicked on the way. Irish whip. Back bodydrop. His back facing the Midnights, Synth climbs the turnbuckles all the way up. Perched on the top, he checks between his legs, waiting for both Midnights to get back to their feet. MOONSAULT! Nick Patrick counts both Midnights. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! "The Handsome Hustler" met with a dropkick, followed by a running leg lariat that sends him through the ropes to the outside. Simon nails Synth with a hard shot from behind. He whips him to the corner, charging in after him, Synth leaping onto the top rope and diving back onto Singleton with a reverse CROSS BODY! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! With just Synth and Simon in the ring, the crowd calls for the DDT. Synth sets Simon up for Percussion. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Ned steaming ahead, but is unable to react quickly enough. Blanchard with a SIDEKICK to the arm. The pain running down the arm causing Synth to let go of the front facelock. Singleton capitalizes, hitting a SINGLE-ARM DDT! Synth SCREAMS at the top of his lungs as Simon leans back and applies an ARMBAR. The scream causes Nick Patrick to immediately call for the bell. * DING DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE The fans don't like it. But it's the right call. A young man's career is at stake here. Now break the damn hold, damnit! Break it! Nick Patrick forcefully tries to pull Simon off, but Ned comes over and shoves him to the corner. Jim Cornette keeps Nick trapped in the corner, parking his backside up against the long-time referee. The armbar still applied, Synth can only hope and pray Simon lets go of the hold before any further damage is done. Ned stomping him in the back of the head. Cornette tosses Blanchard the TENNIS RACKET. The good news for Synth is, the armbar is released. The bad news: Simon extends the arm out and Ned bases the racket across the arm. COLE Officials storm the ring and thankfully regain order. The New New Midnight Express and Jim Cornette making their way backstage, pleased with their actions. I'm tellin' you, some day those 3 men will get theirs. And when they do, I and millions of fans around the world will watch as they get their asses handed to them. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
