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Creeker wasn't going to focus too much on getting the ref back to snuff, it looked like -- not that it bothered BTY. too much. The Michigan-product exited the ring and took hold of BTY., his plan to rub his face to nothing via the ring apron. His plan would fail though, because as he got close for a third time in this match Better Than You. would blatantly look to thumb him in the eye to disable him, and if successful, would get behind him and look to ram him into the ring post!

Better Than You. let out a hearty laugh as Creeker was drilled into the post, trying to shake away a kink in his neck that just wouldn't stop radiating pain. He once again dodged defeat here, and the ref was only just starting to stir. Feeling at though his window to cause enough damage was closing, he quickly reached under the ring and produced a bottle of water, sucking some into his mouth. He then stepped forward and took a handful of Creeker's hair, trying to pull his face up and spit a whole lot of water right into it to further screw with his equilibrium! BTY. has now gotten to the point of childish pranks and bullcrap to try and psyche out his opponent -- using every dirty tactic in the book to attempt to put him away!

Better Than You. finally reached the limit of Creeker's patience, and while he didn't think he'd have any issues getting this water out he sure did! The chop hit him in the throat and caused the water to spit out anyway, but hardly any of it going towards Creeket but instead the floor. BTY. turned from his opponent and coughed up saliva and water, trying to heave air down his throat to replace the liquid which had escaped so slightly into his lungs.

Better Than You. was grabbed by Creeker, and through his choking, was thrown in under the bottom rope. He rolled to center ring and scurried up, meeting the ref who was just getting up fully himself. Better Than You. with eyes wide open and blood shot would cough into the ref's shirt, turning around to find Creeker right behind him, squatting down and seemingly prepared to do something potentially horrifying!

Better Than You. suddenly had his leg taken out from beneath him from the drop toe hold, driving him down to the mat! He had his leg hooked then, and The Shallow End was locked in solidly! BTY. thrashed his arms about, trying to pull away at his arm to make it easier to breathe...which was already a challenge! You wanna talk things getting bad quickly? This was it.

BTY. was locked into the STF tightly now, the ref getting right in his face and checking with him over and over with questions of "DO YOU SUBMIT, DO YOU SUBMIT?". Despite being inundated with the question, BTY. wouldn't give an answer, instead reaching out a free hand for the ref's shirt, coughing into his face once again as he pulled him in close. It eventually meant nothing though, as after a full 90 seconds of being locked in the hold, Better Than You. would tap his hand to the mat. He hadn't gotten to all the spots he'd hoped to, like hitting his signature and going through the announce table, but what had been done was good enough as the ref called for the bell and put a stop to the match!