The roar of a 1971 Mustang Mach1 rolling at 195 miles an hour sounds throughout the otherwise silent night as a lone MMA fighter by the name of Ray thundered down the freeway. Ray was on his way back from the bar where he had just won a match against his long time rival by a knockout in the third round. He was wearing his black hoodie and loose grey cargo pants, it was his lucky outfit as he liked to call it. He had took a beating and was still a bit dizzy, the blaring loud dubstep and the empty celebratory bottle of whiskey in the passenger floorboard had not helped him as he lost his sense of coordination for a split second but was able to get the car under a very loose form of control. Ray was piss drunk and was thinking about what kind of dubstep he'd play around with when he got home and how he would mix in a little rap or rock if it sounded good.

The vehicle started to violently veer when the car hit a bump in the road as Ray jerked it back in his drunken stupor the car had flipped and skidded across the asphalt. Ray could feel the twisted metal crush and tear at his legs before his head slammed against the wooden wheel, cracking his skull and breaking the wheel. The Mustang had stopped its roll and had made a space where Ray crawled and fell out of the vehicle bleeding profusely from the gash in his head and his torn up legs. He felt that one of his legs had been torn off from his body and was steadily losing vision and consciousness from the blood loss. Somehow the radio had survived and was nearing the end of the song as Ray's life had flashed before his eyes and then left them as the blood loss and shock took effect.

Suddenly Ray had found himself enveloped in a cold darkness and as his eyes adjusted he could tell there was three lights. One gold and white, One red and black, and one was a mix of colors like a rainbow. Ray knew one was Heaven and the other was Hell but the rainbow door was like a mystery box to him. Being the gambler he is Ray took his chances and jogged lightly to the door. He stopped in front of the door and poked it gently when the tie-dye door sucked in his hand, arm, and eventually his body.

This time a warm darkness overtook him as if he was asleep. As if on instinct Ray opened his eyes and found himself in what seemed to be a Throne room with a bunch of ponies pointing spears at him. Sighing Ray had simply got in his fighting stance and mumbled ''Well....shit''

Author's Note

Look my very first story!!! I don't think I really need to say that I don't own anything but the story because if I did I prolly wouldn't be here but any ways i hope ya like it and feel free to give some constructive criticism because i would like to learn from my mistakes and give better chapters from here on out.