The Ripper leans as far back as he can, continuing to talk to himself as he holds in the submission move on the White King. The seconds tick past, turning into a minute and continue. The fans watch, wondering what the next thing to happen might be as boredom begins to set in. A chant of 'This Sucks' starts to cycle amongst the higher tier seats, working its way to ringside. The commentating staff even begins to focus on the tactics being used here, still debating who may come out on top of this match. Finally the madman releases the hold and gets to his feet as the internal voice has quieted down for the moment. Looking down at his opponent, he motions for the official to open the door. Making his way there he feels victorious in the bout, however just as his hand touches the top rope a force pulls him back into the ring. The Reaver puts an arm over the Ripper and drops him with a reverse neck breaker over his knee and then lifting him back up drops to the mat with a reverse DDT. The referee closes the door, latching it shut.
"You're not going to win Ripper! Vile vampire scum will not prevail today! This match will be mine!"
As the LES leader gets to his feet, Kveldulf grabs him into a Muay Thai cinch. Throwing a knee up into the sternum, the Reaver forces the madman to the side, hitting him with another one and then a third knee to the chin as he releases the cinch. While the Ripper stumbles backwards, Kveldulf pushes him back into the turnbuckle. Standing on the bottom rope, the White King begins to deliver steady blows to the temple and side of the head of his opponent. As the fans count up to 10, the Reaver finally stops and looping his arm around the madman's neck, leaps back off the ropes for a jumping style DDT. Lying on the mat for a moment, Kveldulf looks up at the arena lights then at the top of the steel cage. Getting to his feet, the Reaver goes into motion and contemplates scaling the cage. Turning he sees the Ripper begin to stir on the mat. No, it is not time yet.
The madman crawls slowly towards the ropes, sensing the footsteps on the mat. As his opponent gets near, the LES leader turns and goes into action. Grabbing the front of his opponent's pants, the Ripper pulls him down through the ropes and into the steel cage. Leaping onto his back, now the madman gets to pummel on the temples and side of the head. He wonders for a moment just how much it will take to wear the White King down. Forcing the Reaver to his feet, the LES leader hooks both arms and drops him to the mat with a double arm DDT. Standing over the White King's back, the madman sits down on it, hooking the arms over his thighs and then starts with a camel clutch submission. Leaning back, he pulls on the chin before changing tactics. Keeping his right hand on the chin, the Ripper uses his left hand to cover the forehead and begin applying pressure to the eyes, gouging into them while laughing maniacally.
Kveldulf grits his teeth in the hold. He tries to shift his head, to break free from the hold but the Ripper has it in tight. The pain in his back starts to radiate through the rest of his body as the madman shifts his grip again so that his right hand is choking the Reaver. Then the pain begins to dull, not a good sign as that means he's losing consciousness. Fighting for air, he clenches his fingers into fists and back. The LES leader feels him beginning to slip away as the crowd watches on. He'll have to make a last ditch effort here and go for broke. Placing his palms on the mat, the White King pushes up enough to get a knee under him and releasing the pressure a little. Then his other foot gets underneath and the Reaver gets up to his feet, his arms under the Ripper's legs and drives backwards into the ropes and steel cage. However the madman holds fast, shifting his hold into a modified sleeper submission. Kveldulf staggers to the side some, going to a knee and allowing the LES leader more leverage. Then with a push he launches backwards into the turnbuckle so that the Ripper's head snaps back onto the steel post and his shoulders are right on the pad.
As the madman releases the submission and slumps to a seated position, the White King lies in the squared circle regaining his breath and rubbing his vision clear. Slowly he works up to his feet, rolling his neck and arms to loosen everything up some. Walking over to a clear turnbuckle, the Reaver begins to untie the protective pad to expose the steel bolt. Meanwhile the Ripper holds the back of his head, feeling the wetness and pulling his hand free, seeing some blood on his fingertips. With the earlier cut to the lip, perhaps the White King is slowly bleeding the LES leader out. Trying to move his legs, the madman feels sluggish. An attempt to get up and falling back to the mat doesn't go unnoticed by his opponent. Kveldulf walks back over, stomping down on the right knee, and then dropping on it with an elbow. Grabbing the ankle, the Reaver pulls it back into a leg lock. The Ripper sits upright as the move gets locked in, grimacing in pain. Reaching out, he tries to break the hold but the White King just leans back increasing the pressure. Lying back on the mat, the madman sits upright again, this time nailing his opponent with a blow to release the pressure.
Both creatures get to their feet, trading punches as another round of wind gets into them. Kveldulf parries a punch, grabbing the wrist and whipping the Ripper towards the exposed turnbuckle. Seeing it, the madman puts his arms underneath the top rope so that his upper arms bear the attack and feigns hitting the steel with his sternum and leaning against it. As the White King gets close, the LES leader sidesteps a grapple and places a hand at the base of the Reaver's skull. With all his might, he drives his opponent's head right into the bolt, yelling as he continues with several more blows to the steel with Kveldulf's head.
"YOU THINK YOU"RE BETTER THAN ME? DO YOU? I'LL SHOW YOU!"
Kveldulf's forehead, now busted open and blood coming out, hits the bolt yet again. Another item that will affect his vision in the match as it mixes with sweat and rolls into his eyes. The Ripper then takes the White King's wrist and slams it also into the bolt. The madman knees the Reaver in the gut and then puts him into an arm wrench. Keeping the pressure, he begins to climb the turnbuckle. Everyone can sense what is about to come next, the Ripper's patented finisher of Absinthe and Laudanum. Stepping out across the ropes, the LES leader uses the cage for extra balance. However, even through the blurred vision, the White King can make out the top rope. Giving it a solid kick, he causes the Ripper to release the arm wrench, lose his balance and fall straight down, the top rope doing all the work of a low blow.
Taking the madman's wrist, Kveldulf pulls him over into the center of the ring and rolls him onto his stomach. Stepping on the back of the knees, he positions the Ripper's legs to lock them in and takes his opponent's wrists. Pulling the vampire's arms backwards, the White King rocks back so that he's lying on the mat and pushes upward so that the LES leader is above him in a Romero Special. Shaking his head, the Ripper refuses to give up in any way. Then the Reaver lets go of the arms so that his opponent's head falls closer. Putting his left arm over the neck and grabbing the right shoulder, Kveldulf locks in a dragon sleeper while keeping the legs entwined. The commentators begin to talk about the pressure and pain that the Ripper must be in as he tries to fight and get out of this submission.
Shifting forward into a sitting position and maintaining the leg lock, the White King pushes out with his legs while wrenching back and maintaining the dragon sleeper hold, intent to choke his opponent out so he can then escape the cage.