Well… what should I say now? I've already made my disclaimers… Of course, I suppose you don't buy the fact of me making up half of the characters… but, yes, Ian, Conseco… anybody you've seen so far… (including Nagisoki if you're reading Titer's story.)… the skaters in general are all my creation, except, of course, Tony Hawk, Rune Glifburg, pretty much any of the humans. Anyways… enough talk, let's get back to the story.

*Razor started to put down the last book in the collection, almost in shock.*

Razor *thinking*: There's no way…

*Razor paused for a minute, then shook his head, reminding himself that doubt is the only thing that kept him from those things, for they all had been done before.*

???: What are you reading?

*Razor jumped, and looked up, seeing a very rugged-looking wolf looking back at him scornfully. Before Razor had a chance to answer, the wolf snatched the book from his hand and flipped through the pages. After a couple of pages, the wolf blinked, and looked at Razor as if he knew his deepest, darkest secret.*

Wolf: What is this, some kind of voodoo? You some voodoo child?

Razor: It is not voodoo… voodoo doesn't exist, can I just have my book back, please?

*Razor started to take his book, but the wolf pulled his arm back, removing the book from Razor's reach. The wolf had a very thick German accent, Razor realized.*

Razor *under his breath*: You don't want to play that game with me.

Wolf: You say somethin', Rookie?

Razor: You don't want to play that game with me.

Wolf: Oh? Why?

*Razor shrugged, and snatched at his book as fast as he could, ripping it out of the wolf's grip before he could react.*

Razor: I never caught your name.
Wolf: That's because I didn't thr— wait, you don't know who I am?

Razor: Besides in serious need of psychological help, no.

Wolf: You're a little smart-ass, aren't you?

Razor: I like to consider myself quick-witted, yes.

Wolf: Never be alone with me, little man. *pause* You've really never seen me?
Razor: No…

Wolf: So, you don't watch the X-Games much, do you? Last year I took the gold in street, Rooki—

Razor: Quit calling me rookie, I've been skateboarding for eight years, and that's getting on my nerves.

Wolf: I'll call you what I want to, Rookie, I'm the best street skater in the world as of 9 months ago. Remember the name Brach Steponovich, for that name will soon be the richest pro today.

Razor: Whatever makes you happy, I guess, Brach…

*At this, after a pause, Brach sat back down, and Razor shrugged, leaning against the window, kicking his feet out onto the seat, and falling asleep.*

*Razor was awakened when he felt the bus stop, and he looked up to see skyscrapers. The bus was slowing down near a hotel. It was still evening, but the group got off, heading into the Holiday Inn. They had already had a string of rooms reserved, and Razor walked into the place, picking up his backpack and skateboard on the way off the bus. He walked up to Tony, who looked as though he was in charge.*

Razor: Mr. Hawk?

Tony: *chuckles* Loosen up a little, kid. Just Tony… but what's up?

Razor: Okay, Tony… which room do you want me in?

Tony:  Just take a room, it doesn't matter…

*Razor nodded and headed into a room that looked as though it had an empty bed, and smiled as he saw Conseco putting down his stuff.*

Razor *thinking*: Good to know I'm not alone with that Brach fellow.

*Razor picked his stuff back up after a few moments rest, and the tour group headed to the skatepark they would be performing at.*

Location: Los Angeles, CA, Tony Hawk Memorial Skatepark

Time: 6:00 PM

*As Razor got off the bus, he couldn't believe the size of the skatepark. He could not, for the life of him, see the far end of the skatepark from the entrance, and this made Razor very happy. Razor went through the gate and hopped on his board, starting down the snakerun. Razor smiled as he navigated down the twisting area, and as he got to the bottom, he saw a quarterpipe, and he had a good deal of speed. Razor flew off the quarterpipe, and tried to do a Samba Flip once again. Razor got the board to spin correctly and get beneath him, but as he landed, he slid out, hitting his head on the transition of the quarterpipe. Razor groaned, and got out of the way as he saw all of the professional vert skaters start to do the same thing. He sat down on top of the pool edge that they were doing this in, and watched as each skater did their own trick. Tony Hawk attempted his 900, and fell on the landing, sliding out. He got out of the way just in time to allow Rune Glifberg up the wall, who attempted, and landed, a Kickflip Handflip. He rode off, and Bob Burnquist did his trademark Burntwist. He rode off, leaving Bucky Lasek open to do a 540 Heelflip Gan Flip. He landed, and it was Conseco who was next in line. Conseco rode up the transition, and did a very smooth 360 Varial McTwist in the air. He rode away, and a green hedgehog, whom Razor had not located the name to, came up the ramp and did a FS Rodeo 540. As he finished, he rode off to the same side as everyone else. Razor was casually playing around with some freestyle on his board when they came around, and he stopped as he noticed a couple of them start watching him. Razor stopped, and continued over to a halfpipe, which had a loop with a removable roof in it. Razor looked over at Bob Burnquist when he noticed that the roof was on hinges, and he climbed up the side of the roof.*

Razor: Hey Bob! *flips roof off, smiles*

Bob: No… no way…

Razor: Why not?

Bob: I did that once… I ain't doing that shit again…

Razor: *pause* Hey Tony, is this the pipe the vert demo is gonna be on?

Tony: Yep

Razor: Cool…

*Razor dropped into the pipe, getting a little air on the side without the loop, and headed near the loop, getting more air. The loop's roof was still missing.*

Bob: He's not gonna—

Rune: —Yeah… he's gonna…

*Razor got into the loop, and tried to do a frontside air over the gap. He caught his board in the edge of the loop, and tumbled down the other side of the loop.*

Razor: Ooooo-hoooooo… holy crap that hurt…

Bob: *amused* Are you okay?

Razor: Yeah…

Bob: See, that's why I don't want to try that again…

Razor: I can dig that…

*Razor got up, and walked off the crash, heading down to the street section of the park as he did so. As he got down there, he got on his board, and skated around, watching the different skaters tear the course up. He saw an opening on the course, and skated as fast as he could up the funbox, darksliding the rail on top of it. He flipped down, and did a bluntstall on a quarterpipe. As he rode down, he saw the wolf who referred to himself as Brach try to do a kickflip to bluntslide on another rail, and fall flat on his face.*

Brach: Shit! *to self* How did you miss that, Brach… that's fuckin' horrible…

Razor *trying to be helpful*: Stop leaning so far forward, you should be able to nail it if you let the board slide a little—

Brach: Shut up, Rookie.

Skater Fox: Lay off, Brach!

*Razor just shrugged, and continued to skate. After a good deal of skating, the group headed back to the bus, returning to the hotel.*