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The audience had been very surprised by the unexpected attack that Caiden had dealt to Roddy, but they weren’t able to dwell on the surprise long because the titantron went dark and the well known phrase from V for Vendetta began to start. The lights were dimmed to a mixture of some dark blue and some dark red. As the song started a solitary figure stepped out in front of the crowd with his signature weapon. As the beat began to pick up the lights got brighter and moved rapidly around the stadium. Initiate simply stood there as the crowd cheered. As the singers voice said ‘death’ Initiate began rushing down the ramp.
 
He then noticed a small cluster of people sitting in the front seats wearing the mask. Mathys smiled as he walked to them. He held his hand up in a fist and the ones wearing a mask joined in crossing all their arms with fists held up above them. He stayed there a moment then backed away and slid into the ring. Once in the ring he moved to the center and got to his knees. Grabbing the bat with both hands, one on each end, he sat there for a moment then proceeded to hit the mat a few times with the bat. Standing up he took his jacket off and then tossed them outside the ring in front of the commentators.
 
A few brief moments later, the Golden One Centre was sunk into crimson red. The titantron flourished back to life, showing the signature silver symbol of Anarchy. Mathys’ opponent walked out, head down until the music crescendoed into the lyrics, and the wave of fire erupted either side of Chaos Clayton, and his wild, crazy eyes scanned the crowd. This time, Clayton’s hair highlights and cargo pants were a dirty, mustard yellow. Clayton then fixated on the cluster of “Initiates” at the end of the ramp. He then procured a copy-cat mask, but this time it was cracked across it. He waved it about as he strode across the ramp.
 
Clayton faced the camera and put the mask beside his face, running his thumb across his neck then turning to Initiate who stood in the ring. Clayton pointed at the Opponent and tossed the mask towards the side of the ring, sliding to the bottom of the ring before the Anarchist leapt up and turned back to the crowd, roaring out before stepping in. Clayton got right up to the Initiate and pressed his forehead against the mask. It took the referee to push Clayton away and get the two in the corners for the match to start properly.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“This match is going to be an all out war between the idea of Chaos and the power of Revolution. Whoever wins this match is going to be able to advance in the tournament and push his agenda on the AWE with [i]force[/i]! Holding the world title brings all eyes on you, and if you have those eyes… your message will be heard.”[/b][/color]
 
Initiate cocked his head as the ref made Clayton go to his corner. When the bell rang Initiate slowly moved towards the man he nearly towered over. Initiate made the motions to go for a collar and elbow tie up but as Clayton reacted Initiate brought his leg up to kick Clayton right in the gut. Quickly Initiate grabbed Clayton’s head in a sprawl position. It was obvious at this point what Initiate was doing. Keeping Clayton on the ground should cancel out his brawling and high flying.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“The Initiate is doing his best to keep the Anarchist down on the ground so he can’t do what we all know him for: flying high and knocking heads. If he can keep the okizeme rolling, then this match is almost a surefire victory for him.”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“The what now? Is that even a proper Japanese word?”[/b][/color]  
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“It’s a video game thing… it means ground game.”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“WHAT A NERD.”[/b][/color] Kane chuckled to himself and continued his banter, [color=#3eb489][b]“Nurdddddddddd.”[/b][/color] 
 
Clayton grasped at Initiates’ arms, managing to scramble up onto his knees but was nowhere near able to push the Initiate off just yet. Clayton attempted to wrench Initiate away but it was clear that his strength would get sapped away too soon if he couldn’t break away. The Anarchist freed up one arm to strike Initiates’ abdomen to try and force his opponent to deal with two things at once.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“Clean moves from Clayton, he’s fighting back. He doesn’t want to be kept on the ground game for very long!”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“It’s a game of wits now so Chaos Clayton can have the high ground. What the Initiate doesn’t realize is great changes usually start with a bit of chaos. The [i]power[/i] of a revolution needs the [i]idea[/i] of chaos.”[/b][/color]   
 
Initiate took the blows to his abdomen in order to try and switch the hold to where Clayton couldn’t hit him. Initiate slowly started standing bringing Clayton up. Before getting fully to his feet Initiate grabbed Clayton’s head and slammed him down into the mat. Initiate jumped in the air and delivered an elbow drop to Clayton’s torso. He quickly moved into a pin trying to hold Clayton down.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“An early pin here from the Initiate, he’s looking to close this match out as fast as he can. And who can blame him? The ideal way to advance in the tournament is quick and fast, don’t you think? Save your energy for the next match. Save it for the finals.”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“No. I don’t agree. That just means he ain’t got enough endurance. The best way to advance is to tire your opponent out so you’re guaranteed to win. If you don’t got enough energy and drive, what are you doing in the ring?!”[/b][/color]  
 
Clayton only had a brief opportunity to hold the back of his head from the slam before taking a gravity-fuelled elbow drop from the Initiate. The referee slapped the mat once before Clayton managed to kick out. 
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“Of course that isn’t going to work with Clayton! He’s got a lot left in the tank, you’ll have to do better than that to put him away! He’s got a lot left in the tank!”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“It’s the endurance, man. Fueled by pure mayhem. Chaos Clayton can fight all day, everyday.”[/b][/color] 
 
He attempted to roll away to the side of the ring and clutching the ropes, using them to help him scramble up onto his feet. Clayton sprinted at the Initiate, leaping up to deliver a flying forearm smash.
 
Initiate stood up from the failed pin and watched curiously as Clayton rolled towards the ropes. When he got up and leaped at Initiate with a forearm, Initiate brought his arm up to deliver an uppercut. He didn’t fully connect and the forearm sent him to the ground. He held the back of his head as he rose to one knee still bent over.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“High energy moves from Clayton! Chaos is going to force the Initiate to wrestle [i]his[/i] type of match, and that’s the bottom line — because Chaos Clayton said so.”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“Like a boss.”[/b][/color] 
 
Clayton landed and turned around, looking over his shoulder at his handiwork. Clayton looked up at the roof of the building and chuckled as he threw his arms out, turning as he did it. After his maniacal laughter was over, Clayton grabbed the Initiate's head and pulled him up onto his feet, tossing him into the ropes with an irish whip. As the Initiate rebounded back towards Clayton, he leapt up and twisted his body round, jutting his arm out for a Corkscrew Elbow.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“Beautiful elbow right to the damn dome. Business is about to pick up!”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“Toldja, the Anarchist knows what he’s doing.”[/b][/color] Kane wasn’t fully impressed. He wanted [i]more[/i] blood. But he was sure they had tricks up their sleeves. He honestly couldn’t wait until the PPV. Shit would get real, real fast. 
 
Initiate landed in a way to make it look like a hard landing. However, he quickly sat up arching his back and holding his hand there. Looking straight at Clayton he stood up and mocked him by gesturing him to bring it. Initiate ran to the ropes, bounced off in Clayton’s direction, and began spinning around to deliver a Cyclone Kill.
 
Clayton readied himself and caught the Initiates’ foot. The Anarchist shook his head as if to say “Oh no you don’t” before spinning the Initiate around and kicking him in the midriff before pushing him to the floor. 
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“Not today, Initiate. Today, Chaos Clayton says no and you sit your ass down and wait and see what happens! I love it! I [i]love it![/i]”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“Is Clayton converting you, Wade? Are you actually down with disorder?”[/b][/color] 
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“I’m down with this match that’s happening right here, right now.”[/b][/color]
 
Clayton wasted no time and hopped up onto the turnbuckle, turning around before standing up and throwing his arms up high, hands turned into the Rocker signs before flying through the air for a Meteora aerial attack. Initiate stood up and turned to see Clayton flying at him. He didn’t have time to move or dodge and was hit by the attack. Clayton dropped beside the Initiate but rolled up onto his feet before moving over and pinning down Initiate, trying to secure the win, going as far as to push his hand down onto his opponent’s face, which in reality didn’t hurt thanks to Mathys’ mask.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“That’s gotta be the end of this! Clayton’s gonna advance!”[/b][/color]
 
Initiate raised his legs in the air and swung them down to give him momentum to knock Clayton away just after the ref got to one. He quickly stumbled to his feet and stumbled back until he hit the ropes then ran forward at Clayton going for a running clothesline.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“KICK OUT! Maybe the Initiate has more in him than I thought he did.”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“Said NO ONE ever. COME ON, CLAYTON! What are you DOING?”[/b][/color] 
 
Clayton landed hard on his back as he collided with the Initiate’s clothesline. Clayton stood onto a knee, panting and recovering. Mathys grinned as he grabbed Clayton’s head and pulled him into a knee. He lifted Clayton to his feet and threw him towards the ropes. As he bounced back to where Initiate stood he grabbed him and spun around in a Spinning Side Slam. Initiate jumped to his feet and walked to the ropes screaming. The crowd joined in by chanting 
 
[center][b]”LET’S GET WEIRD! LET’S GET WEIRD! LET’S GET WEIRD!”[/b][/center]
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“You can say whatever you want about the strangeness of the Initiate — and it [i]is[/i] there, but he certainly gets the crowd behind him.”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“By crowd, you mean the children.”[/b][/color] Kane scoffed in annoyance. 
 
Initiate fell backwards to the mat and imitated Clayton as he stood up. Once both were standing Initiate shifted into a mock runners starting position then ran towards Clayton trying for the Cyclone Kill again. Clayton just managed to duck under the kick and brought both of his fists up to unleash a combo of strikes. He began with a solid left jab followed by a swift kick to Initiate’s shin. Initiate staggered back after every strike and as soon as he was pressed against the ropes, Clayton grabbed his legs and flipped him over, sending The Initiate tumbling to the ramp.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“This time the Initiate fails to hit him with the kick! Clayton ducked under, let’s see if he can capitalize on that dodge!”[/b][/color]
 
Initiate fell to the ground and landed on his back. He rolled over onto his front and slowly made his way to his feet. After stretching his back he turned back towards the ring. However, Clayton was already rebounding off of the ropes and propelled himself towards Initiate, Suicide Diving straight between the top and middle rope like a dart. Initiate angled himself to do a Snap Scoop Powerslam but missed the grab and went down to the ground with Clayton on top.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“TOPÉ SUICIDA!”[/b][/color]  [color=#3eb489][b]“TOPÉ SUICIDA!”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“...Get out of my head, Wade!”[/b][/color]
 
However, due to how the Initiate angled himself, Clayton didn’t land the Dive perfectly, and took the landing pretty hard at the same time. He rolled off of the Initiate and stared up in a dazed manner. The cameraman zoomed in on both of the downed wrestlers as the referee began to count them out, the crowd counting along with the official.
 
[center][b]”1!   2!   3!”[/b][/center]
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“The ref’s count begins! If these two super stars don’t make it into the ring fast enough, then this match is over in the most dissatisfying way.”[/b][/color]
 
Initiate slowly got up to his knee and from there used the apron to fully stand up. He walked over to Clayton and, grabbing him by the hair, lifted him up. He kneed him in the gut then turned around slinging him towards the barricade while the ref and crowd yelled,
 
[center][b]”4!   5!   6!”[/b][/center]
 
Clayton grunted as his back collided with the barricade, but as the Initiate closed in, he delivered a major kick to the Initiate’s stomach before quickly making his way back to the ring to beat the count out. However, he turned around and saw that the Initiate was still hot on his heels. Clayton sped up and leapt up onto the side of the ring.
 
[center][b]“7!   8!”[/b][/center]
 
However, instead of catching the ropes, Clayton kicked off from it and delivered a pitch perfect Disaster Kick straight to the Initiate’s head. Initiate fell straight to the ground. Mathys reached up and slid the mask a little in a way no one would see to make it look like the kick had connected hard.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“Maybe Clayton doesn’t care about this victory, about that title belt! He just wants to hurt his opponent here!”[/b][/color]
 
[center][b]”9!”[/b][/center]
 
Clayton quickly turned on his heels and dove onto the apron, sliding himself securely back into the ring.
 
[center][b]”10!”[/b][/center]
 
[color=#3eb489][b]“You were saying?”[/b][/color] Kane gave his coworker, and friend, a smug look. 
 
The referee rung the bell and the match was over. While some of the crowd cheered, another part booed due to the circumstance of the win. Clayton rolled back out as his music blared throughout the arena again, and he made his way back to the ramp. Before he walked up it, he looked back at the Initiate, then back to the group of his white masked fans before scoffing and exiting the arena.
 
[color=1f71dd][b]“And just like that, Chaos Clayton moves to the semifinals! Maybe not the most satisfying victory… but a victory and an advance in the tournament, nonetheless.”[/b][/color]