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 Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:17 am
The Coliseum  The coliseum is an oval (ellipse) with the outer measurements as follows: Length: 189 meters (615 ft) Width: 156 meters (510 ft) Height: 48 meters (157 ft). The inner measurements (arena area) Length: 88 meters (287 ft) Width: 56 meters (180 ft) Height: 4.6 meters (15 ft). Modeled akin to the coliseum in Rome, Italy. The interior of the arena is a simple pit of packed dirt, the thousands of seats available for many to view the happenings within. The arena itself is protected on the walls closing it in with runes, keeping the audience from potential danger of stray attacks and a wide range of damage. These runes also keep the foundation of the arena from being all but obliterated.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 2:55 pm
Thousands of fans cheered on as Lucas entered into the Coliseum. The high energy around him would force a grin to bleed over his face as he put himself at the center of the dirt packed arena. The excitement in the air had gotten Lucas' spirit fired up! The audience was expecting to be entertained and he would make sure to give the Coliseum a good show.
Standing at 5'11'', Lucas raised a fist into the air, showing his willingness to have a good fight. His hands were gloved with brawler gauntlets, leather bound protection with metallic plating at the back of the hand for protection. His black leather coat was simple in design and it paired well with his blue jeans and black boots. His untamed blonde hair veiled electric blue eyes yet his grin would still be apparent to all. Lucas' presence was more welcoming than imposing yet he stood at the center of the Coliseum confidently.
The Contest of Champions was about to begin!
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:01 pm
OOC: Yo Jillybro! Check it. Tomorrow is day five on a consecutive steak not posting in this round. That being said, tomorrow when I get home from work, if he has not posted, I will supply you with and Eliminator this round. My apologies for what seems to be a no show. sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:37 pm
OoC:
Not your fault.
Thanks~
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:02 am
The crowd grew agitated by the lack of the opponents appearance. In fact, Bishop was pissed beyond belief. However, he was going to ensure that the show went on, with out free passes, and without disappointment to the fans. Being the Contest of Champions, the fill in fighter needed to be a Champion them self. And s**t, since he couldn't compete in the bracket, Bishop figured who better than he to fill in as a potential threat to discard a contestant in his own tournament. Besides, he remembered hearing about Lucas in Face Off, as well as The Grand Tournament. In both he did exceptionally well. Not Bishop wanted to see what he was made off.
Suddenly the Russian Meta walked out into the arena of packed dirt. He paused for a moment and threw his arms up in the air. The crowd screamed with excitement as the applause rain down from the the packed coliseum. All of a sudden, a choice group of a fifth of the audience began chanting, chanting his name. And as they continued more and more joined in, complimenting the chant as they welcomed him with open arms. He came today topless,with a simple pair of black jogging suit pants on his lower body. His low top chucks hugging his feet. His waist hosting his utility belt. To his left hip, two Spetznas Ballistic Knives. To his right, his Custom Mace and his wretched pair of Spiked Cestus'. And last but not least to his back was the infamous Sonic Pulse Pistol. As always, he hosted a black bandanna folded and tied around hit head.
RIP-PER! RIP-PER! RIP-PER! RIPPER! RIPPERRIPPER! RIPPER RIPPER RIPPER! ~
Eventually the crowd just creamed wildly again as he came to halt standing about ten feet away from Lucas, rather closer indeed. He was already going to work pulling those leather bracers of the spiked cestus' over his tapped fists. securing the straps accordingly one the knuckles aligned properly in the each of the pair of weapons. Those about an inch spikes gleaming in ferocity. Once equipped, Bishop began loosening up a bit, a few stretches given before he began to bounce around on the balls of his feet, shadow boxing for a moment before planting his feet firmly again. He lead with his right foot, a grin exposing his chrome teeth to Lucas.
"Ya' hear tha'!? Tha' means you in my house! Show m'why ya' deserve t'be her'."
He wait to see Lucas' starting point before dedicating his own. His hazel eyes watched the celestial, sizing him up with careful eyes. On second thought, I'll be facing you with another no show case. Good luck.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:36 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 8:50 pm
Lord Haelstrom  Hank Hill finished off a cold one, muttering one last "..Yup." before throwing it aside, causing a frenzy of spectators and audience members to clamor for it in a big dogpile fight. Hill then leaped off the stands into the ring, touching down at the south end and landing his left blue jean coated knee into dirt.
"...God dang it, got my jeans dirty. Peggy just washed these. She's gonna be madder than heck.." Standing upright in his white t-shirt, Hank rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly - above his [Propane Leaf Blower] anyway - and gawked at the audience clamoring for combat.
"..gosh.. reminds me of when I was running back. Heh heh heh.. gee, wonder if anybody from Texas is watching." Suddenly frowning angrily, Hank muttered "..besides Dale.."
"Hank! HANK!"
"BWAHHHHHH!" Hank groaned in horror, eyes popping open behind his rectangular spectacles as he looked around for the source of the noise.
"Hank, it's me! I've learned psioniiiccsss." [Dale] spoke telepathically, crawling around the forests surrounding the coliseum. Hank regained his composure and frowned angrily.
"Dale, what in the hell? Get out of my head! If I get disqualified for outside interfacence, I'm gonna kick your a**!"
"Okay, okay! I'll just.. resume going on the prowl for an elf to ah, hunt. Because I hear elves drip blood that can create potions of immortality and then I will become the king of the Nords. AND I WILL BE FEARED." After several moments, the voice faded.
"... that boy just ain't right." Hank muttered with a shake of his head, patiently awaiting his opponent.{PREVIOUSLY, on Cee OH Cee..} [continued next post]
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 9:05 pm
Worlds collided.
"...Dale?" Began to quandary Hank right before-
Tresondros Ecstuffuan and Lucas would see two realities at once, one where Hank Hill was now fighting Lucas, and another reality where he was meant to fight a "Canaan" but wound up accidentally fighting Ecstuffuan. It was like gazing into a mirror of souls, dimensions clashing. And at the apex of it.. was a powerful being, floating in his armchair recliner with energy that swept off his flesh.
It was..
ERTAI VEXIC
"Greetings puny mortals. I am Ertai Vexic, lord of the vexa, mater of DOMINION. I come from the future where the psionic immortal Elf King "Dale" attempted to conquer me. And he succeeded, yet failed for my planar psionics fired out vexa from the ends of the universe," Dale Vexic began speaking at an ever more rapid pace, licking his lips profusely to wet them, "And then mash two realities together to travel back in time through the vexaverse and the multiverse for I am he, the God Ertai, and The God Ertai am Iiiii! For my amusement now, you will battle across infinite galaxies Hank! Aha shi-shi-sha!, it is I - Dale Gribble Vexic, master of a thousand faces! You've just met face number two - the Vexa, the only thing your sparring partners i.e. enemies will understand is fear, i.e. psychological warfare, i.e dirty tricks, it worked for d**k Nixon." On his shoulder, a catboy chimed in with "Nyow, I agree for I love the oysters that give you the vitamin B healthy catboys like me need to have a shiny healthy coat of fur to be pet and loved! cat_smile "
Hank - that is to say, the two Hankhills in the cosmos of the multiverse - had his jaw drop in awe and dumbstruck confusion. Finally, he managed a composed "....WHAT?"
"And one more thing! I will predict something from the future.. Tresondros! ...my son is dreaming about getting spanked by your wife.""POCKET SAND!" Pocket Sand, vortex of time sand, devoured the two universes. And when everyone's vision came to... there were now two universes separate.
[TRESONDROS] -1-
One where Hank and Tresondros were facing off..
[LUCAS] -1-
..and one with Lucas doing much the same.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:02 pm
"Whoa."
Unsure of the meaning behind this collision of dimensions, Lucas stared with wide eyes in a meager attempt to grasp what was happening. What he thought was a tournament had perhaps turned into something far more grandiose! What Lucas did know for sure was that this Hank Hill seemed to be the Nephilim's opponent now.
"Shoot first, ask questions later? Sheesh..."
Lucas would look to Hank, unsure if this man's fate was being governed by an Psionic Elf King or if this was all an elaborate game. Whatever the case was, Lucas would play the part and challenge Hank as he would any other opponent. So facing Hank Hill now, Lucas would take in a deep breath to get things started. He'd stifle, holding the air in for about three seconds before breathing out a stream of fire.
A serpentine head would form from the flames, hissing and rippling from the manifested flames. The serpent of fire lengthed at 30 feet long once it had slithered away from the Nephilim's mouth. It's size was not much different from a Python and it would race towards Hank at the south side of the arena swiftly. The serpent would wrap around Hank if he didn't evade, embracing the man in a fiery coil.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 11:20 pm
- Universe A - Fight Post #2- "...!" Watching the massive flaming serpent fire at him, Hank could only pause and wonder who in the world would use flaming snakes. Really, fire and snakes were the two weirdest combinations the Texan could conceive of. Like fire and squirrels. Still, thinking fast, Hank did something he did not wish to.
Grabbing his [Propane Powered Leaf Blower], Hank threw it with football precision off his body towards the snake projection's path some 10 feet before making impact. "Gyuh!"
The propane fueled explosion tinted the arena red for a brief few moments, embers and metal shrapnel scattering harmlessly between the two fighters - at least, unless they tried to close the gap directly. But, Hank's face contorted in dark red fury, flesh folds pinking.
"Mister, I am aware I threw that at ya, but you're gonna pay for that!" Hank reprimanded and warned Lucas, for him, propane was no laughing matter. And that was expensive equipment.
[1 RAGE GAINED - Jumping Jackrabbits.]----------------
-Universe B - Fight Post #1 Addendum-
[Flashback]
"Wow! Mr. Ecstuffuan sure does sell a lot!" Bobby Hill, son of Hank Hill, commented in splendor as he watched a broadcast fight where Tresondros had his thighs and arms wrapped around a man's waist and was attempting to bring said fellow to the ground.
"Bobby," Began the dutiful father Hank as he entered the boy's bedroom, "Have you seen my lawn- ? What in the.." Watching Bobby grow outright excited at Tresondros' eyes glowing with psionic blue crystal power, Ecstuffuan ripped open his shirt and began to clash his sweaty muscles against the enemy, a one "James."
"What! BWAHHHHHHHHHH!" Hank walked over and turned the TV off.
"Hey! Daddd, I was watching the People's Champ taking out the trash.." Bobby whined, before Hank glared at him in barely dulled anger.
"Bobby, we do not dress like women and hug each other. Don't do any of that ever."
[Cease Flashback]
[1 RAGE GAINED - Jumping Jackrabbits.]
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 1:32 pm
Lord Haelstrom
"POCKET SAND!"
Pocket Sand, vortex of time sand, devoured the two universes. And when everyone's vision came to... there were now two universes separate.
[TRESONDROS] -1-
One where Hank and Tresondros were facing off..
The Coliseum
_____The great Dale Gribble Vexic laid at their feet a cosmic revelation. Tres knew the vexa. His dad stomped a mudhole in that Jabrone and drove him from the world. The psion scowled, fixing in his mind to repeat the great feat Realities converged and there, standing at first shoulder to shoulder with the brawler. The Tresondros of this world had strong aesthetic differences. Gone was the long dreaded mane, and instead it was replaced by a bald head of rough light brown scalp. His brutish distinctly masculine visage framed its scowling mouth within a thick bushy goat tee. Tres looked at first at Jilly who, looked about as surprised as he was. He then responded to the remark about his wife Lovi as only Stone Cold could.
 "WHAT?!" dark King Jilly "Whoa." Unsure of the meaning behind this collision of dimensions, Lucas stared with wide eyes in a meager attempt to grasp what was happening. What he thought was a tournament had perhaps turned into something far more grandiose! What Lucas did know for sure was that this Hank Hill seemed to be the Nephilim's opponent now. "Shoot first, ask questions later? Sheesh..." Lucas would look to Hank, unsure if this man's fate was being governed by an Psionic Elf King or if this was all an elaborate game. Whatever the case was, Lucas would play the part and challenge Hank as he would any other opponent. So facing Hank Hill now, Lucas would take in a deep breath to get things started. He'd stifle, holding the air in for about three seconds before breathing out a stream of fire. A serpentine head would form from the flames, hissing and rippling from the manifested flames. The serpent of fire lengthed at 30 feet long once it had slithered away from the Nephilim's mouth. It's size was not much different from a Python and it would race towards Hank at the south side of the arena swiftly. The serpent would wrap around Hank if he didn't evade, embracing the man in a fiery coil. The Coliseum
"You might whup his a**, but ya damn sure ain't gone whip mine. Now how's about I'm fixin ta walk in my ring, and stomp a mud-hole in yer a**!", Stone Cold threw down the mic and started towards Hank.
_____Lucas was right. This was ******** stupid. It was better to just whip somebodies a** and that was exactly what the psionic warrior would do. Tres thought nothing of the common propane powered leaf blower and walked up to Hank as casually as he pleased.
_____The shadow world that worked in synchronous tandem with their own colored everything in a feint hue of [red]. The psion's crystalline left arm reflected the fiery crimson as he stopped within arms length of Hank. The taloned digits of the crystalline arm would attempt to reach out and Grab Hank hill by the face. Simultaneously Tres's right hand came up on guard, at the end of his direct approach his footing was squared up leading with the left.
PP: 40
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 3:56 am
"!!"
The propane from the tank had exploded, a fiery plume blossoming between the two. Now Hank may have been enraged and as red as flames yet Lucas could only look on in veiled amusement. There was something off about Hank but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Where as most fighters used an opponents rage to their advantage, Hank seemed to embrace it! Regardless, the Nephilim was set to finish what he started and he'd retort while sharpening his focus.
"Put it on my tab."
Lucas quipped and held his hands out towards the embers and dying flames. What had remained of his fiery serpent would blaze back to life as dancing pillars of fire. Two flames would form, each pillar about as tall as Lucas yet large enough to encompass either fighter. However as it was apparent that Lucas had dominion over fire it wasn't likely that Lucas was going to get burned here. The Nephilim would emphasize his intention by pushing his hands forward to manipulate the fire. Each pillar would shoot forward, blazing a trail heated dirt as they targeted Hank where he stood.
Each pillar raced forward at about the same pace as the serpent had. If Hank was swift he could dodge but slipping between the flames would get him burned. Lucas' figure would ripple with the hot air seen between the pillars and it was then that Lucas would glance to the other dimension.
The parallel world was difficult to ignore and he wondered if the second Hank Hill would assist the first. Was it even possible to interact with that realm? Stranger yet, he saw an Ecstuffuan fighting in the arena. His brow arched with intrigue but he had his own fight to focus on.
[Focus Stage: 1/3]
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