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As Reich dropped to the ground, grabbing at his family jewels, you could only guess after everything he'd been through tonight he was definitely either running completely on fumes or was just all sorts of done. Better Than You. knew that cheating to win would produce the same result as working hard to win, so this was certainly easier as the ref turned and saw BTY. standing over the now dropped German. BTY. would flat back right next to his downed opponent and yank at Reich's arm, looking to lock his Canadian leg right around the neck of his opponent and clutch his hands together, attempting to choke what life was left out of him with the Better Than Your Finisher.!

Better Than You. yanked harder and harder, flexing his hamstrings to apply further pressures on the throat of Reich -- the pain from his c**k-shot and the stress on his throat clearly taking it's toll. BTY. had to cheat around any corner, tried his best to screw Reich throughout the entire match, and it seemed at this point he was on the precipice of winning simply by way of a wrestling hold. Reich would drag himself with his left arm, but it would get slower and slower as he ended up about a foot and a half from the ropes. The torque was pushed, and Better Than You. would scream into the ears of the German to give up or put Salem in an awkward position: he wouldn't have a tag partner much longer!

Better Than You. couldn't believe he hadn't put Reich down, this was all the pressure he was capable of producing and it was flat out NOT enough to put his opponent to sleep. As a matter of fact, it looked like his big mouth had put him in a rough away as the German would find the strength to begin drilling BTY. in the face with elbow after elbow until finally he had to let go of his finisher. Better Than You. rolled away from Reich and rubbed his face, slamming his free hand on the mat as he couldn't believe he actually just blew the victory he so seemingly had.

BTY. could hear Reich breathing heavily as he tried to get as much oxygen as possible back into his body so he could keep up the fight for at least a little while longer. He didn't realize the dude seemed to be meditating, but it wasn't going to matter -- he should be weakened enough at this point that the win will come sooner rather than later. Better Than You. would slowly stand and make his way towards Reich, trying to drive a kick into his shoulder with some veracity as to begin poking the bear.

A few kicks connected, and BTY. got a massive uppercut for his troubles. The heel stumbled around the ring, bouncing off the ropes and rolling down them as he finally settled down on the ground leaning his upper body into the turnbuckle as he slightly sat up. He looked across the ring at Reich and couldn't believe that everything had suddenly changed -- he was so close to winning this match and the whole deal blew up, nothing mattered. Logic was now tossed out the window, the ideas of wrestling psychology and storytelling were dead -- it was now a fight and BTY. was going to win it at any cost.

Better Than You. would slowly use the ropes to rise to his feet from his grounded position, trying to shake the ringing in his ears that had suddenly began moments after the uppercut connected. His vision was a little choppy, and his eyes looked particularly glazed, causing the ref to come over and check on BTY. He kept asking if the Canadian was alright to keep this up, but strategically Better Than You. would not respond to him. It was then that the ring shook, Reich taking off looking to end this match and murder Better Than You...but NO!

BTY. would pull the ref into his place and allow him to eat the Helluva Kick right to the back of his head as the Canadian slinked from the corner and off to the side avoiding the move! Reich had just about decapitated the ref but he didn't have to worry about being disqualified -- the ref had no idea what had even happened, and was completely incapacitated! As the ref fell to the ground in a heap, BTY. would try to capitalize in the shock and mayhem and grab hold of Reich's arm, leaping up as he did so with a knee to the back of the German's neck -- he was trying to steal his finisher, the Nackenschuss! It turns out Better Than You. actually did study his opponent tonight!

Better Than You. landed on the ground and scrambled as a few refs came running out from the back to help their fallen comrade whom they believed had definitely suffered from a very serious injury after eating a helluva kick in the exact way you don't want to. Erynys had been crushed by one of his own finishing moves, and Better Than You. wasn't going to let opportunity slip away twice. He grabbed that same arm he used to hit the move and flat-backed next to Reich trying to add the ultimate insult to injury -- Better Than You. thought so little of that finishing move he wasn't even going to pin him off of it, instead he screamed at one of the outside refs to get in here and then tried to lock in his Better Than Your Finisher. once more, looking to put the German away finally in the most poetic, '******** you' way possible.