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~Worthy is seen sitting in a chair, head banging to his entrance music from his ipod. Then a dark mysterious fog suddenly appears and rolls in underneath of Worthy causing the entire floor to be covered~
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~The lights above worthy begin to flicker~
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~With each passing moment they begin to flicker faster and faster, when all of a sudden, a loud pop of shattering lightbulbs rain glass and sparks upon a still unaware Worthy~
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~A pair of white eyes appear out of the darkness behind Worthy. Dark Ryder steps out of the shadows and glares at Worthy with an uncontrollable anger~
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Dark Ryder: "Worthy..."
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~Worthy continues to bob his head to the music~
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Dark Ryder: "You were once a person that could be counted on to put up a good match. I proved last week that I didn't even need that nobody's name to stop you and your so called 'Masters of Mayhem'."
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~Worthy stands up and begins to strum an air guitar. He gets onto his knees as he continues to rock out. Dark Ryder mistakes Worthy for getting down on his knees and begging~
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Dark Ryder: "Begging won't save you now Worthy...Where is the Worthy that took the Legend, Legion, from hell and back?! Where is the Worthy that pushed Dominator to his limit? WHERE?"
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~Worthy finally stands back up and takes out his head phones~
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Worthy: "My creator may be rubbish at this game but, '4 Words to Choke Upon' by Bullet For My Valentine is a good choice of entrance music."
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~Worthy turns around and looks unintrested at Dark Ryder standing there~
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Worthy: "Oh it's you Dark...Give up all the smoke and mirrors crap, will you, as we all now it's just a charade written by your creator, to make you look good, as your creator is obviously a fan of a real world wrestler who thinks he's a dead man."
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~Dark Ryder suddenly becomes angry and grabs Worthy by his shirt and lifts him up to meet his own eyes~
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Dark Ryder: "Worthy...Stop your disrespect and listen!! You...VS...Me...Next Week on the grandest stage of them all. The biggest main event to be known to XFE today...you...me...LAST BLOOD MATCH!"
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Worthy: "I'm getting the impression that your creator has realized how crappy at this game my creator is, and wants another easy victory, but this isn't my decision to make, so go ask The Sentinel's creator, as he is the owner of this fantasy wrestling promotion."
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Dark Ryder: "NO! I'm asking you!! I've asked you what has happened to the old Worthy. You claim its your 'Creator's' fault. I see your dark soul underneath this 'can't be bothered' front, so you bring your best or don't show at all, Worthy. When it comes time, you better be ready to bring me to hell and back or you won't make it long enough for an ambulance to save your life."
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~Worthy looks up towards the sky~
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Worthy: "Hey Dark Ryder's creator, that is some nice role-playing but if it's a threat, then you need to work on it a bit more, as it wasn't very clear, and the people reading this may not understand it."
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Dark Ryder: "You better start taking this seriously, as the curse of the fog has chosen you, Worthy. Its not a threat... It's not a joke...its a signed deal of the Dark One himself."
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~Fog slowly engulfs Dark Ryder and as it vanishes Dark Ryder is nowhere to be seen~
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~Suddenly fire erupts in front of Worthy. The fire forms the words "Prepare for the ride of your life"~
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Worthy: "First the weird voices, next the glowing eyes and now a fire with messages in it? Damn, I wish my creator would write stuff like that...oh well, at least we now have some central heating in this cold basement."
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~The Camera fades out with Worthy listening to his entrance music again and not taking the threat seriously~
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