(Okay, this is the serious one, kiddie gloves off)
Ray sat, staring at the dull white ceiling of his hotel room. Caught up in the monotony of everyday life, awaiting the arrival of his Extreme Rules match at Bloodbath. Falling back onto the rock hard mattress, he laced his fingers behind his head, delving even deeper into his thoughts. Mentally fiddling with the jumble of emotions ranging from fear to ecstasy, combined with the shriek of the deafening silence was more than one mind to bear. His heart beginning to race, Ray shot up, a cold sweat forming on his brow as one might have upon just awakening from a nightmare. Standing, he trudged over to the tiny bathroom to splash cold water on his face. Looking up at the mirror, he not only saw himself, but saw Blade's reflection too. Both his and Blade's faces bloodied, riddled with cuts obviously obtained from the upcoming match. He gasped, spinning around to see nothing but the empty shower behind him. His heart rate slowing to a normal pace, he wiped the excess water from his face with a nearby towel. "I need some air..." he muttered, picking up his skateboard. On his way out, he heard the sound of thunder clapping, a brilliant flash of light illuminating the sky for one glorious second.
Shutting the door with a resounding 'click' behind him, he dropped the board to the floor and kicked off, standing atop it as it rolled down the seemingly endless hallway. Vision blurring for a moment, he quickly shook it off as he rounded a tight corner. Coming to the stairs, he ollied off the ground and landed the tail of the board onto the banister, grinding down it with a few unhappy screeches of protests from the shoddily made banister. Landing on the floor from his second story residence, he stopped short, kicking the board up into his hand and proceeding through the automatic doors. As soon as the cool blast of air brushed across his face, he was met with each cool droplet of rain beating hard on those unlucky enough to be out in it's downpour. Ray, being one who was fond of the rain proceeded out in it, wandering the darkened streets nearly alone. Gliding along the sidewalk as silent as a wraith, Ray closed his eyes for a moment, nearly blinded by the headlights of an oncoming car. Reopening them, he saw the silhouette of someone impeding his path, apparently holding something sharp as well.
A glint of something as the weapon shifted in the figure's hand. Ray's eyes widened, finally realizing who it was. The sword coming in at a vertical slash right at his shoulder, Ray managed to get his board up in time, deflecting the swipe, but leaving him still off guard. With a bit of impressive swordplay, Blade easily flipped the sword around in his hand, jabbing Ray in the stomach with the butt of the hilt. Gasping for air, Ray fell back as his legs gave way beneath him, his head whirling, a tummult(sp?) of thoughts violently spinning through his head at that moment. However, his body never touched the ground. Grabbing Ray by the shirt, Blade pulled him back up, and slammed his head against a chain link fence encircling someone's home. Holding him in there, a wicked grin spread on Blade's face. "This is just a taste of what's to come at Bloodbath..." he said, grinding Ray's forhead back and forth across the fence and tearing his skin. Dropping the still limp Ray, blade walked calmly off in the distance, snickering to himself as he went.Ray's vision began to fade as his breathing became shallow. His body motionless, the cool rain felt soothing against his burning flesh, still spewing blood. He didn't care if anyone saw him just lying helplessly there. He didn't care what people would have thought about him, if even sending him a passing glance.
Blissfully releasing his grip to conciousness, the last thing he remembered hearing was the soft click of heels hitting the ground, a faint gasp, and the sound of 3 numbers being dialed into a phone...