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“Tell me…what is on your mind?” The Crowd boos as The Psychiatrist (Mikeall) makes his way to the ring. His slightly disturbing music making me feel as weird as it always does. He quickly grabs the mic from ring announcer Howard Finkel before he has chance to introduce his opponent. “ Gooooood eeeevening ladiesssss and gennnnnts, my opponent tonight Crusher is one man who could use some time on my couch, he is obviously a little bit disturbed, or maybe confused. Firstly because he thinks he can beat me and secondly because he teams with a being even less talented than he is in Dead Wonder! Anyway, young man, make your way to the ring please and tell me…what IS on your mind?”
The familiar strains of Real American fill the arena as Crusher (Tazz) makes his way down to the ring. Crusher is wasting no time and goes straight after the Psychiatrist much to the delight of the crowd. As he quickly puts his into a headlock and reigns in some punches on to his head before referee Timmy White has even had chance to call for the bell. The bell rings eventually and this contest is officially under-way.
The Psychiatrist pushes Crusher off him to break the head-lock sending Crusher into the ropes. Crusher comes back off the ropes and The Psychiatrist hits a big clothesline, which sends Crusher through a whole 360° turn! The Psychiatrist immediately follows up with a falling head-butt straight to the forehead of Crusher, he goes for a quick pin! 1---2---Kick out! He nearly had him there, so early in the match! The Psyche goes to pull Crusher up, as he looks to end this one early. But Crusher grabs The Psychiatrist by the neck and hooks the leg with his own---Small Package! 1---2---Kick out! Crusher nearly surprised The Psyche right there!
The Psychiatrist is right back on top of crusher though, quickly stomping him before he can get up and mount any offence. This time the Psychiatrist does pull Tazz back up to his feet. The front face-lock. He’s got him up in the vertical suplex position and he’s holding it! Textbook perfect vertical suplex position giving Crusher time to think about it and all the blood is rushing to his head. He holds it, he holds it, he---BRAINBUSTER! Absolutely textbook perfect stalling brain buster there. Crusher looks in trouble! The Psychiatrist makes the cover---1---2---Kick out! Our resident psychotherapist didn’t hook the leg! That may have been the difference between a two and a three count right there!
The Psychiatrist (Mikeall) squares up to referee Timmy White who insists it was a two count--- but look at Crusher (Tazz), he has crawled up behind The Psychiatrist, roll-up! Timmy White down quickly 1---2---Kick out! Another two count! Both wrestlers are up quickly, Psyché swings a punch straight at Crusher’s head, but he blocks it and gets in a couple of stiff right hands of his own, before hitting a discuss punch which sends the Psychiatrist to the mat! He’s quickly back to his feet though but staggers straight into a DDT from Crusher! Crusher with the lateral press---1---2----th-NO! 2 and a half! The Psychiatrist just and I mean just gets the shoulder up at the last possible second!
Now it’s Crusher’s turn to look frustrated! But he’s keeping on top of The Psychiatrist and stomps his downed opponent a couple of times. But the Psychiatrist quickly grabs the top of Crusher’s pants, gives them a quick tug and sends his opponent tumbling between the ropes! The psychiatrist quickly rolls out under the ropes in pursuit of Crusher. He picks up his dazed opponent and Irsih-whip’s him straight into the protective barrier. He follows in and hits a headbutt on Crusher who is still dazed and using the barrier to hold himself up. The Psychiatrist goes for a second head-butt, but Crusher blocks it and---OH MY GOD!!! Belly to belly suplex! Crusher just sent The Psychiatrist over the protective barrier and into about the third row of the audience! People scramble for cover as Timmy White gives Crusher an absolute ear-bashing, no doubt begging him to get this one back in the ring! No such luck though as Crusher leaps the barrier going straight after his opponent.
The Psychiatrist (Mikeall) takes advantage of the delay caused by Timmy White and as Crusher (Tazz) approaches where he is lying his is met by a thunderous chair shot to the head! Crusher crumples into a heap. The Psychiatrist is back up, but on rubber legs and just about manages to bundle Crsuher back over the barriers and closely following. The Psychiatrist rips up a section of the mats! He now hauls Crusher back up putting his head between his legs! The crowd boo loudly as The Psychiatrist picks Tazz up and—OH MY GOD!!! Piledriver on the exposed concrete floor. Referee Timmy White now admonishes The Psychiatrist who seems to find it rather amusing. Jim Ross goes mental worrying about the condition that Crusher is in.
The Psychiatrist scrapes what is left of Crusher off the floor and strips down the announcer’s table before laying Crusher down on it as JR and the King make sharp exits. “What now?” demands Jim Ross “Hey, it’s OK he’s going back into the ring” answers The King. The Psychiatrist looks all around at the fans before placing his fingers on his own temples, indicating that it’s time for his finisher! The crwod boo more loudly than I have ever heard as The Psychiatrist goes up to the top rope! Surely NOT! GOD NO!! OH MY GOD!!! The diving headb-butt!!! From the top straight into Crusher sending both men through the table! They are both out cold.
Referee Timmy White has no choice but to put a count on this one ---1---2---3---4---5---6---7---8---9---10---11---12---no one is moving---13---14---15 wait The Psychiatrist is desperately crawling back to the ring!---16---17---18---19---The Psychiatrist just manages to crawl under the bottom rope---20!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as the result of a count-out, The Psychiatrist (Mikeall)!”
Timmy White desperately motions to the back as both men end up being carried away on stretchers.
The familiar strains of Real American fill the arena as Crusher (Tazz) makes his way down to the ring. Crusher is wasting no time and goes straight after the Psychiatrist much to the delight of the crowd. As he quickly puts his into a headlock and reigns in some punches on to his head before referee Timmy White has even had chance to call for the bell. The bell rings eventually and this contest is officially under-way.
The Psychiatrist pushes Crusher off him to break the head-lock sending Crusher into the ropes. Crusher comes back off the ropes and The Psychiatrist hits a big clothesline, which sends Crusher through a whole 360° turn! The Psychiatrist immediately follows up with a falling head-butt straight to the forehead of Crusher, he goes for a quick pin! 1---2---Kick out! He nearly had him there, so early in the match! The Psyche goes to pull Crusher up, as he looks to end this one early. But Crusher grabs The Psychiatrist by the neck and hooks the leg with his own---Small Package! 1---2---Kick out! Crusher nearly surprised The Psyche right there!
The Psychiatrist is right back on top of crusher though, quickly stomping him before he can get up and mount any offence. This time the Psychiatrist does pull Tazz back up to his feet. The front face-lock. He’s got him up in the vertical suplex position and he’s holding it! Textbook perfect vertical suplex position giving Crusher time to think about it and all the blood is rushing to his head. He holds it, he holds it, he---BRAINBUSTER! Absolutely textbook perfect stalling brain buster there. Crusher looks in trouble! The Psychiatrist makes the cover---1---2---Kick out! Our resident psychotherapist didn’t hook the leg! That may have been the difference between a two and a three count right there!
The Psychiatrist (Mikeall) squares up to referee Timmy White who insists it was a two count--- but look at Crusher (Tazz), he has crawled up behind The Psychiatrist, roll-up! Timmy White down quickly 1---2---Kick out! Another two count! Both wrestlers are up quickly, Psyché swings a punch straight at Crusher’s head, but he blocks it and gets in a couple of stiff right hands of his own, before hitting a discuss punch which sends the Psychiatrist to the mat! He’s quickly back to his feet though but staggers straight into a DDT from Crusher! Crusher with the lateral press---1---2----th-NO! 2 and a half! The Psychiatrist just and I mean just gets the shoulder up at the last possible second!
Now it’s Crusher’s turn to look frustrated! But he’s keeping on top of The Psychiatrist and stomps his downed opponent a couple of times. But the Psychiatrist quickly grabs the top of Crusher’s pants, gives them a quick tug and sends his opponent tumbling between the ropes! The psychiatrist quickly rolls out under the ropes in pursuit of Crusher. He picks up his dazed opponent and Irsih-whip’s him straight into the protective barrier. He follows in and hits a headbutt on Crusher who is still dazed and using the barrier to hold himself up. The Psychiatrist goes for a second head-butt, but Crusher blocks it and---OH MY GOD!!! Belly to belly suplex! Crusher just sent The Psychiatrist over the protective barrier and into about the third row of the audience! People scramble for cover as Timmy White gives Crusher an absolute ear-bashing, no doubt begging him to get this one back in the ring! No such luck though as Crusher leaps the barrier going straight after his opponent.
The Psychiatrist (Mikeall) takes advantage of the delay caused by Timmy White and as Crusher (Tazz) approaches where he is lying his is met by a thunderous chair shot to the head! Crusher crumples into a heap. The Psychiatrist is back up, but on rubber legs and just about manages to bundle Crsuher back over the barriers and closely following. The Psychiatrist rips up a section of the mats! He now hauls Crusher back up putting his head between his legs! The crowd boo loudly as The Psychiatrist picks Tazz up and—OH MY GOD!!! Piledriver on the exposed concrete floor. Referee Timmy White now admonishes The Psychiatrist who seems to find it rather amusing. Jim Ross goes mental worrying about the condition that Crusher is in.
The Psychiatrist scrapes what is left of Crusher off the floor and strips down the announcer’s table before laying Crusher down on it as JR and the King make sharp exits. “What now?” demands Jim Ross “Hey, it’s OK he’s going back into the ring” answers The King. The Psychiatrist looks all around at the fans before placing his fingers on his own temples, indicating that it’s time for his finisher! The crwod boo more loudly than I have ever heard as The Psychiatrist goes up to the top rope! Surely NOT! GOD NO!! OH MY GOD!!! The diving headb-butt!!! From the top straight into Crusher sending both men through the table! They are both out cold.
Referee Timmy White has no choice but to put a count on this one ---1---2---3---4---5---6---7---8---9---10---11---12---no one is moving---13---14---15 wait The Psychiatrist is desperately crawling back to the ring!---16---17---18---19---The Psychiatrist just manages to crawl under the bottom rope---20!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as the result of a count-out, The Psychiatrist (Mikeall)!”
Timmy White desperately motions to the back as both men end up being carried away on stretchers.
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He hasn't had a rematch. But then he hasn't asked for one and he certainly won't get one until after the Rumble now.
He hasn't had a rematch. But then he hasn't asked for one and he certainly won't get one until after the Rumble now.
Have you had a rematch yet, or aren't you entitled to one?
Because the commisioner is running scared of you ;)
Very good match. well written
how come im not the No.1 contender i only just lost well not only just
how come im not the No.1 contender i only just lost well not only just
Lance Storm beat the Rock by count out to 'win' his place in the WWF when Test distracted the Rock. It was definitely a 10 count, but this is WWF Forum not the WWF.
Grandprix wrote:
> I always thought the count was 10, not 20. I think it might be ten now but it is so long since i have seen someone actually get counted out i'm not sure. Back in the days when I started watching wrestling and people actually did get counted out it was definitely 20 though.
> I always thought the count was 10, not 20. I think it might be ten now but it is so long since i have seen someone actually get counted out i'm not sure. Back in the days when I started watching wrestling and people actually did get counted out it was definitely 20 though.
Very well written as always Congie, enjoyed it and it had a lot og freat high sports. I liked the unusual ending too. Congrats to MikeAll, who's beginning to shine as a wrestler here.
I always thought the count was 10, not 20. Well done MikeAll. We really have to take down the system soon.
Great match, and even better, I won.
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