A select screen appeared with the various hosts and co-hosts of the Death Battle community. A chip was placed on the icon for Ray and the game began.
“I started this whole thing.” Ray said, sitting at his desk, “Sometimes I’m not sure whether I should hold my head up with pride or hang it in shame.”
Ray walked into the arena, where the Gentleman, Mad Abe, and Edge were waiting for him. He scanned the area, then reached to his belt and drew a pair of swords.
“Sure you have the occasional work of art like ‘Starkiller vs. Shadow’, but then you get crap worthy of ‘Nightwolf vs. Skips’.” Ray said, giving reason for his divisive pride.
Ray ducked under a swipe from Edge’s Keyblade, then planted a whirling kick into the Gentleman’s jaw.
“I guess it ultimately comes down to how professionally a person handles a concept.” Ray continued, “They should analyze it right, write it professionally, fight it nice and detailed, and allow for little distraction. So far, few of 'em have.”
Mad Abe rushed forward with his Stand, Stylo, in the shape of a sword. Ray simply touched the ground, smoke burst from beneath his feet, and the sword was met with the blade of Ray’s Familiar, Masamune.
“I do the same thing in the arena, too. You see-” Something rang in Ray’s pocket, “Oh, hold on.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a phone, and flipped it open. “Yeah? Oh, hi, honey.”
Edge held his own against Ray, but quickly yelped as a swipe from Masamune’s katana nearly lopped his head off. Ray slashed the air with his sword and a wave erupted from the arc, sending him flying back.
“Yeah, I’m holding my own.” Ray said, still on the phone. A pause and Ray sighed in an exasperated fashion, “Well, if I WASN’T okay, I wouldn’t be talking to you, would I? Can we have this conversation later? I’m kinda having an interview here.” Another pause, “A’ight. Bye.”
Ray hung up, then looked back at the camera. “Sorry. My wife worries sometimes.”
After Ray had disposed of Abe, Gentleman, and Edge, he turned his gaze towards Young and Haku. The two immediately refrained from their previous plans of attacking him and backed away very slowly.
“I guess the short end of the stick is to write the same way you fight.” Ray concluded, “Do it professionally and everyone’ll love you for it.”
DEATH BATTLE ROYALE!!!
Steel was walking through a hallway when, just as he walked past Ray’s room. Then something caught his ear.
“Ooh! Oh yeah, I LOVE the way you move!” That voice was Ray’s
Steel thought VERY carefully on whether or not he should go in and investigate…then promptly said “nah” before walking off.
Had he walked in, though, he would have seen Ray and his wife, a darker-skinned, exotic-looking woman, were lying on their bed…playing Star Fox.
“For someone who’s never played this game before, you surprise me with how well you picked up the somersault and U-turn.” Ray said, mashing buttons and trying to gun her Arwing down.
“You shouldn’t underestimate, hon.” His wife answered, her voice silky and accented like the land she came from.
She had no sooner said that when Ray caught her off-guard and blasted her ship down. On hearing the sound, she looked at the game in surprise, then cast a glower at him.
He shrugged. “You let your guard down.”