As the two trade blows, Kveldulf feels his right arm begin to go numb. Taking the moment to act, he lashes out with a slow right punch. And Jason takes the bait to counter the blow in an attempt to reverse it, but the blood that has been pumping through the torn bandaging has made the arm too slick to maintain a grip on. The contender loses his balance for a moment, allowing the Reaver to take advantage of the situation. Grabbing Jason by the hair, the White King slams his head against the top of the ladder. With the larger man against the steel, Kveldulf takes a step down and pulls the contender's right arm through the ladder between the top and next rung. Then the Reaver leans back while holding the arm, using it to support his weight as he inverts himself. Then the White King locks in the rest of the move, wrapping his calves around Jason's head and part of the ladder, making this into a modified triangle hold so that the contender is being choked against the metal of the top of the ladder.
Jason tries to strike against the hold, tries to pry it open, but can't get the right leverage with the ladder in the way to deal any damage. He tries to rock the ladder into an unstable platform with his legs, but the White King moves his body in the opposite direction to counteract the motion. That process alone just furthers the progression as Jason's vision begins to blur and go dark. Trying to pull his arm back, he comes to realize that the only way to get out may be to throw all his weight to the side and topple the entire thing. Taking a shallow breath, the contender closes his eyes and takes the leap of faith to the side. But by this time, the damage has been done. In his mind Jason makes the leap but in actuality his body just slumps against the ladder.
Kveldulf holds the move in a little longer, finally releasing the hold when he feels that Jason no longer can compete. Still using the contender's body as a counterweight, the Reaver inverts his body again so that his feet are on the rungs. His left shoulder feels like it is on fire, his right arm hangs limply at his side from the damage and his breathing remains shallow. As he lets go of Jason's wrist, the larger man falls limply to the mat from the ladder, landing square on his back. Kveldulf takes one step up, reaching for the belt with his left hand. Fumbling for a moment with the clasp, he manages to get it undone from the ring. Holding the belt high up for all the fans to see, the White King puts it over his shoulder as the winner of the match.
The Reaver looks out from his perch, knowing with the match having ended now that Candice's threat to fire anyone who interfered in the match means nothing. Slowly making his way down the ladder, Kveldulf's feet touch the mat as Jason begins to stir on the canvas. Holding the belt up again, the Reaver makes his way around the corners as the fans cheer. Coming to end at the corner by the announcer's table, the White King holds it up high before bringing it back to his shoulder once again. His eyes come down across those near the announcers table and he locks his with Viper's. Then he flips her off using both hands while mouthing, "Fuck you bitch." Kveldulf steps down and backs towards the center of the ring, his left arm holding his ribs and the right arm hanging by his side.
