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The ref slowed down a little bit as hit count reached a loud "7..." and that was the sweet spot, for Better Than You.! He had successfully sprawled his opponent out on the announce table and screamed as JR and King to move as he began slamming into it with Erynys on top, tipping it slightly but not enough with just his basic movements to do so. The referee would then reach the number 8 and was trying very hard to not let this match end in count out while shaking his head and screaming for the two to get back in the ring. BTY. once again shoved the table with all of his might, and this time it began to actually tip -- the question now was whether or not Reich was going down with it up against the barricade!?

"NO YOU DON'T"! Better Than You. would screech out as Reich avoided being crushed by the table, thinking he'd stop him from getting back in the ring, but was instead popped in the mouth! The ref had hit nine and it was clear that both men were in a ton of trouble here...but Better Than You. wasn't going to let this double-shotter beat him tonight! BTY. was getting his regardless of what Reich wanted -- as he would shake away the punch and give chase, and just as Reich reached the ring and was going to slide in, Better Than You leaped and landed on his back with one foot trying to to drill his face down into the apron with something of a curb-stomp prior to him actually entering the ring so that BTY. could catapult off of him, over the top rope, and into the ring for a count-out victory!

BTY. may have stomped Reich into the mat but it wasn't enough to keep his body from breaking the count! BTY. flipped over the top rope and rolled on his side, getting to a knee and breathing heavily as the ref was having his leg grabbed by Reich -- which served as the perfect distraction. Better Than You. began to remove the top turnbuckle from a corner, the ref none the wiser as he scolded the large German for putting his hands on him. There was going to still be dirty trick after dirty trick here from Better Than You., and since winning by count-out didn't work, it was time to start boobytrapping the ring. Considering the match had only been going on for a few minutes now, there was still plenty of wrestling to go it looked like even though the action had been something of a mess thus far.

Better Than You. would be sledged in the back, grabbing the ropes so he wouldn't go face first into the turnbuckle he had just exposed. Reich was going to be tapping into the reserves here during his second match of the night, that much was clear -- but Better Than You. was far from running on empty. BTY. would turn to face his opponent and lean into the corner, selling the move like any good wrestler does but in reality playing a bit of possum, allowing Reich to feel like he had the upper hand while formulating the next step in his ever growing plan to get out of this match with a W.

Better Than You. was hit in between the eyes and was jacked right up -- this time no possum required. He tried very hard to shove Reich back with all of his strength and stumble out of the corner a little bit, just not wanting his back to anything at the very moment and to have the slightest bit of distance between the two!

BTY. stepped back a little bit in a defensive stance, but it was then that Reich shocked him by merely laughing and putting a hand on his shoulder. It was a level of arrogance to do that to an opponent, but for it to be at the hands of a DIRTY GERMAN? Canada fought hard to bring down Adolf Hitler and award World War II to the allies, and here was a German laughing at him. BTY. would look down and shake his head, a few inches behind him being the exposed turnbuckles he was just using to hold himself up. He feigned a laugh with Reich and in a quick moment he dropped down his entire body backward, hitting the middle turnbuckle but in the process trying to pull down on the gear of his own opponent and pull him forward from a downward yank, trying to slam him face first into the exposed turnbuckle and hopefully create some MASSIVE color in this match!

Better Than You. held on to the waist band of his opponent's gear, and SOMEHOW, despite the strength put on display earlier by BTY., he couldn't find it in him to just pull his opponent down. Instead, Reich would reach down and place his hands under BTY's arms and bring him up, some fans cheering as the match was finally getting over with them. Better Than You. was then tossed to the midway point of the ring, arching his back up as he huffed and puffed, turning on to his stomach. This didn't make any sense, BTY. had the strength earlier to lift Reich up from the crown, and unlike his opponent he was completely fresh and prepared to win this match easily. How did his opponent just keep his feet planted and prevent him from slightly pulling him down even? The ref realized that the turnbuckle had been taken off and angrily grabbed hold of it as it was left near the mat where the two wrestlers were just standing. He picks it up and begins to fiddle with it as BTY. anticipated his defense was going to need to be more heightened from here on out.

Better Than You. was given an ultimatum -- get speared or get dirty. The latter was the chosen idea of course. He had gotten fully up to his feet by the time Reich decided he would stop pacing and spear, but if there was one thing in this match that was clear, it was that BTY. was FASTER, and he would run right at his opponent as he ran towards him, looking to kick him right between the legs with a low blow before he was able to lower himself too much for the spear! The ref was still fiddling away with the turnbuckle pad, meaning BTY. was in tremendous shape to do this and not even get disqualified! Talk about an evil genius!