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~Fatalstrife is seen taping his hands up while walking through the hallways. He rotates his shoulders, and cracks his neck, preparing himself for his match~
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~Fatalstrife stops as a fog rolls by his feet~
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~Dark Ryder walks around the corner and begins to walk towards Fatalstrife~
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~Fatalstrife puts up his hands, preparing himself for an attack~
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~Dark Ryder walks by him without even glancing at him~
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Fatalstrife: "Hey! What? I'm not good enough for your mind games?"
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~Dark Ryder continues to walk down the hallway, not noticing Fatalstrife's yelling~
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~Fatalstrife begins to walk behind Dark Ryder~
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Fatalstrife: "HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
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~Fatalstrife grabs Dark Ryder's shoulder, ceasing his march~
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Fatalstrife: "I've had enough of this disrespect! Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
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~Fatalstrife pulls on Dark Ryder's shoulder, but fails to move Dark Ryder from his spot~
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~Dark Ryder simply lifts Fatalstrife's hand off his shoulder, and continues on his walk~
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~Fatalstrife stands in dismay, but quickly collects himself. He runs to a nearby chair, grabs it, and begins to run towards Dark Ryder for an assault~
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~Dark Ryder quickly turns around and raises his boot, knocking the chair right into Fatalstrife's face, causing Fatalstrife to hit his head on the cement~
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~Dark Ryder stands glaring at the disbelieving Fatalstrife with his white eyes~
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Dark Ryder: "You're not even worthy of standing within my fog...now if you'll excuse me I have...greater plans...to fulfill."
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~Dark Ryder again begins to walk away, and the fog disappears, leaving Fatalstrife sprawled out on the floor moaning, next to a chair~
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