[center][h1][color=d90000]Chaos Clayton[/color] VS [color=cyan]Razorblade[/color][/h1][/center] [@GingerBoi123] vs [@alexfangtalon] [hr] [center]Shock n' Awe Show Match 2[/center] [hr] The next match was about to begin. The lights dimmed in the arena until it was pitch black, the only lights being those from the audience's phones and camera, pointed to the stage entrance. They eagerly awaited the follow up to the tumultuous Women's tag team match. All of a sudden, the beginning guitar riff blared throughout the arena. The signature [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYI9AryfhNg]entrance music[/url] of the biggest rebel in AWE history. Red searchlights flooded the arena, soon focusing on the center of the stage, showing a masked figure clad in red and black with his arms held high, facing downwards and hands balled into the devil horns. As the music reached its first drop, Chaos Clayton threw his arms downwards, synchronising with the pyrotechnics that erupted in a wave either side of him as he finally turned his head upwards onto the crowd. No one could tell, but Duncan was smiling behind his snood. His wide, crazy looking eyes scanned the crowd as he began to stride down the ramp. The crowd exploded with cheers, all hungry for the upcoming havoc that was about to occur. These were the reactions that Duncan lived for. As he reached the end of the ramp, Clayton looked at the crowd again, head turning from left to right before directly facing the camera. [center][h3]TEAR THIS UP! TEAR THIS UP! TEAR THIS UP! TEAR THIS UP![/h3][/center] His own catchphrase was bombarding Clayton from the crowd as the Arbiter of Anarchy ran the tip of his thumb across his neck, before whipping around and jumping up on the canvas, gripping onto the ropes. He stepped through, walking a lap of the ring before pacing back and forth in the middle and finally crouching down, looking at the stage, awaiting his opponent. The camera zoomed in, and his eyes was clearly transfixed on the entrance. Clayton extended his arm and fanned his fingers backwards and forwards as his music died down, saying "Bring it!" to the man who was about to walk through. [b][color=3eb489] “All in or nothing, with war and mayhem running through his blood, Chaos Clayton, the guy who just doesn’t give a damn, is about to destroy the ring. Are you NOT ENTERTAINED?!“[/color][/b] Kane voiced into the mic with a wide grin plastered on his face. The arena became a dimgray when the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xydf351l-gw]music[/url] for the resident Underdog began playing. Three red spotlights lit up the entrance following Alex as he walked to the center. Dropping to his knees and extending his arms outwards as he took in the cheers of the audience. Alex then stands up and begins running down the ramp high-fiving the fans as he runs down. Alex runs all the way around to the announcers table. He hops on top takes a deep breath then howls along with the crowd. He was ready to give a good show to his [i]Pack[/i] and they were excited to watch. From his position Alex stared right at his opponent and pointed right at him saying something that no one could hear from the added combo of music and fans cheering. He hopped down then jumped onto the apron. He then propelled himself over the ropes in a flip running straight to the corner afterwards raising his arm in the air with a thumbs up. Hopping off the corner he looked back to Clayton ready to put on the show. [color=1f71dd][b]“And it looks like his opponent is ready for the match as well. Will this be the match that propels Razorblade into the main event scene? He’s finally being given a chance, and we are going to get a chance to see it live, right here on Wednesday night Shock n Awe.”[/b][/color] Wade Palmer, the beloved voice of the AWE spoke into the microphone as Alex jumped onto the turnbuckle. The referee signalled to the two fighters, who nodded that they were ready. The bell was rung and the match was underway. Chaos Clayton strafed right and Razorblade mirrored the movement to the left as they circled each other. Clayton leaned his head from side to side, creepily sizing his opponent up. Razorblade made sure to keep his hands up ready for whatever Chaos was about to do. [b][color=3eb489]“A chance? We’ll see about that, Wade. Razorblade is still a pup for all I care. A little wolf pup about to [i]pounce[/i] on a lion. Who do you think wins?”[/color][/b] [color=1f71dd][b]“We’ll see. I believe that Razorblade has got so much heart, so much passion for this business… it might just give him the upperhand here. Didn’t your mama ever tell you that it’s not about the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the heart in the dog?”[/b][/color] Slowly they inched towards each other and grappled into a lock-up with neither giving an inch. Clayton started pushing forward, using his legs to slowly press the Underdog towards the corner, while they tussled back and forth for control. Soon enough, Chaos pressed his weight against Razor on the corner, trying to gain some leverage. The struggle lasted a few moments before the Anarchist could free his right arm and deliver a series of elbow smashes into the shoulder of Razorblade. Only the five count from the referee and his intervention could make Clayton cease his relentless assault as the match official pushed him away from the corner to the centre of the ring. [color=1f71dd][b]“Look at that. Sometimes being as reckless and chaotic in the ring as Clayton can be isn’t necessarily a good thing. He damn near got himself disqualified, and if that happened… he can kiss the AWE World Title goodbye.”[/b][/color] [b][color=3eb489]“Uh-huh. It ain’t over yet. If anyone is kissing the AWE World Title goodbye, it’s that boy trying to be a man. The [i]Underdog[/i]. Which would benefit us all, LET’S BE HONEST.”[/color][/b] Razorblade shook out his shoulder a little as he stepped away from the corner. He waited for the ref to step away from Clayton and paused to let Clayton make the first move. Clayton cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. He turned on his feet and ran towards the rope, twisting around and bouncing back into it, using his slingshot manoeuvre to propel himself towards Razorblade, shouting as he charges forward. Razorblade quickly plants his left foot into the ground and just as Chaos gets close spins around launching his right foot in a spinning back kick towards Chaos' head. The impact causes Chaos to fall back hard, as he clutched his head to mimic being hurt. Quickly Razorblade takes this opportunity to set-up for a moonsault over the apron. He hops over while Chaos is still groggy and after a moment launches himself over the ropes toward Clayton. [color=1f71dd][b]“Look at that, see? Razorblade clearly has it in him to be a major player in the AWE, but does he have what it takes to be the champion and fill the huge gap left by Drayden? Let’s find out here tonight, live in Chicago.”[/b][/color] Chaos Clayton grunts out in pain as he gets squashed by the moonsault, still reeling from the devastating counter kick that stopped his attempted clothesline. Razorblade stands up from the successful moonsault and starts to lift Clayton up. Once he is on his knees Razorblade runs to the ropes bouncing off of them going for a shining wizard. Clayton grabs Razorblades' lower leg as he set up for the Shining Wizard. He leans back onto the mat and twists round, throwing Razor downwards over him. Razorblade can't do much to try and counter the move and ends up landing right on his back knocking the air out of him. Chaos finally gets up and stands on his feet. He clasps his hands around Razor's head and lifts him up too before attempting to irish whip him into the corner. [color=d90000]"Get ready!"[/color] the Anarchist called out. To the crowd, this was a taunt and a warning. For Razor, this was a heads up. Once Razorblade is leant against the turnbuckle and facing him, Clayton charges and yells again, bringing his knee up to collide into the stomach of the Underdog. Leaving his opponent there for a moment, Chaos Clayton turned away to the crowd, making his hands posed as claws and slowly tore apart the air, appealing to the roaring crowd. [center]TEAR HIM UP! TEAR HIM UP! TEAR HIM UP![/center] [b][color=3eb489]“Rip him to shreds and feed him to the [i]dogs[/i].”[/color][/b] [color=1f71dd][b]“Will you STOP?”[/b][/color] However, Clayton was exposed. Despite knowing it was coming the knee still hurt. It took a second to recoil from it and while Clayton was appealing to the crowd Razorblade came up behind him. He grabbed the back of his neck and his pants. He threw him towards the ropes and was preparing to kick him. Clayton sprang up onto the ropes, planting his feet onto the bouncy ropes before twisting back, attempting a disaster kick. His eyes went wide as he realised the heavy blow that was about to come his way. Razorblade ducked under the kick and turned bounced off the ropes then jumped with his feet going straight towards Clayton's face. This time he connected and both landed on the ground. Razorblade then said loud enough for his opponent to hear and no one else, [color=cyan]"Go ahead and roll out now."[/color] Razorblade moved slowly towards Clayton as if he was going for a pin. [color=1f71dd][b]“Look at the height off of that dropkick! It’s unbelievable how athletic this kid is. You can talk down to him all you want, but even you can’t deny it Kane. Kid’s got hops.”[/b][/color] [b][color=3eb489]“Bounce, bounce, goes the bunny, but he’s still kind of fluffy. Anyone who told him to be himself couldn’t have given him worse advice.”[/color][/b] Clayton writhed on the ground, groaning from the counter attack. He gave a very slight nod to his opponent as he waited for Razor to inch closer until he rolled away and out of the ring, landing on all fours, exclaiming in pain before collapsing onto the floor panting. He stumbled up to the barricade, catching his breath right in front of the front row crowd before shaking his head and holding onto the side of his head, before looking up at the ring, still looking a bit dazed. Razorblade stood up visibly frustrated. When he saw Clayton leaning on the barricade he smiled. He stood straight up and belted out a howl which a lot of the fans joined in on. He ran to the ropes opposite of the side Clayton was outside the ring at. Running towards the side Clayton was at Razorblade planted his hands on the ground flipped once then once on his feet again flipped over the ropes into a senton aimed at Clayton. Both men hit the ground with staged force. Only thing that saved Razorblade from damage was the cushion that was Clayton's body. Razorblade rolled to the barricade and smiled looking at his handiwork. He stood up and looked at the crowd who were chanting. [center]RAZOR-BLADE! RAZOR-BLADE! RAZOR-BLADE![/center] [color=1f71dd][b]“Listen to this capacity crowd support their fan favorite! It’s clear who they want to win, and I don’t blame them.”[/b][/color] [b][color=3eb489]“Keep talking, Wade. I always yawn when I’m interested.”[/color][/b] Razorblade bent down to pick up Clayton. When he lifted him up Razorblade hit him with a european uppercut. From there he pushed Clayton into the ring and pulled himself to the apron, stopping the ref's countout. He ran to the turnbuckle and hopped on top. Razorblade sat on the turnbuckle waiting for the signal from Clayton that he was ready. Clayton slowly pulled himself up and stumbled into Razor's path. He looked up and twisted his right foot a few degrees, the signal for Razorblade to jump. Instantly Razorblade jumped off the turnbuckle towards Clayton. Landing on the shoulders of the man, Razorblade leaned back going for a hurricanrana. Chaos Clayton clasped onto the belt of Razor's shorts, lifting him back up so he was upright. Clayton looked up, nodding slowly while his eyes stared wide, as if they were boring into Razor's mind. When he was lifted back up there was obvious shock on Razorblade's face he went to strike Clayton, but he was too late. Chaos Clayton immediately dropped to his knee, and simultaneously used the power of gravity to slam Razorblade down onto the mat, landing with a sickening thud. Delivering the powerbomb, Clayton leant back and threw his arms out wide, roaring out before scurrying on top and lifting up Razorblade's leg for the pin. The referee slid over, slapping the apron with each count as well as being echoed by the crowd. [color=black][b]“One, two, three! That’s it, ring the bell!”[/b][/color] [b][color=3eb489]“BOOOOOOOYAHHHHHH! What did I say? The pup doesn’t got what it takes! IN YOUR FACE.”[/color][/b] [color=1f71dd][b]“He tried his damndest, but he just couldn’t get the job done… That’s alright, Razorblade. Be proud of the show you put on, and keep swinging.”[/b][/color] Clayton stood up, and stared down at the defeated Underdog. He threateningly ran his thumb across his neck before twisting and throwing his hands up as rocker symbols in victory. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYI9AryfhNg]Theme music[/url] kicked in as the Anarchist flung over the rope and hopped down from the apron, walking up the ramp and to the backstage, not giving the ring a second look as he disappeared behind the curtains. Chaos Clayton's work was done. Razorblade slowly rolled out of the ring as Clayton was walking up the ramp. He fell to his knee and after a moment slammed his hand down on the ring. He took his time walking up the ring as the beaten Underdog. Once he got out of sight of the audience and cameras he sighed. He hated playing the loser but at least he gave a good match. Suddenly, Razor was hoisted up by his waist and spun around. Once he was let down, Razorblade turned to see who it was. Duncan had put his mask down and held his hand up. [color=d90000]"Great fucking match, dude! They loved it!"[/color] Alex high-fived the man saying, [color=cyan]"Thanks. You did awesome too. That powerbomb was freakin' gold, dude. Here's hoping they don't completely forget about our match after the main event."[/color] Duncan laughed. [color=d90000]"Nah man, I'd hate to be on the receiving end of your Wizard for real. I'll catch you later, gotta see Joy."[/color] Duncan said, and with a wink, Duncan walked away to his after-match interview. [color=1f71dd][b]“And now we’ll head backstage, where the winner of this match will be doing an interview with Joy Ryder.”[/b][/color]