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 Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:18 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 1:39 pm
 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.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:13 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. Gaia 316 - Sigil
_____Stone cold Tresondros Ecstuffuan gazed out into the amber infinity of the outlands as he sat on his patio, watching the game on his portable television screen. He leaned down to his left off of his lawn chair, reaching for the blue cooler of infinite beer. His crystalline left arm dug through the ice of the cooler, trying to find the mystical brew that expanded his psychic awareness. After a moment of digging through the ice and finding nothing, the bald psychic warrior leaned over to look.
"Goddamn, Wh' the ******** is my beer?!", Tres said, looking around and looking outraged.
_____Tres stood up.
"Who took my mother ******** beer?", he shouted angrily.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:24 pm
Lord Haelstrom
"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. The Coliseum
_____The loud sound of glass shattering over the speakers silenced the crowd. Everyone looked in the direction of the coliseum floor entrance. The sound of glass breaking was followed by the Legendary theme of Stone Cold Tresondros Ecstuffuan. The Crystal snake had run rough shod through every major fighting event in the multiverse and right now, he was fixing to stomp one more mudhole in one more a**.
_____The psychic warrior came walking out to the dirt packed stadium floor with a microphone in his hand and all the swagger in the world. The crowd was losing their collective minds at the sight of him, and judging by the expression on the psions face he was not fazed. Tres had a brutish and heavy visage with a constant scowl, surrounded by a black goat tee. His light brown bald head glistened in the light of the stadium, but it paled in comparison to the smokey grey crystal limb that grew in place of his left arm.
______At about half way down the aisle to the arena floor. He pointed straight up at Dale and shouted over the mic,
"Cut the Music Goddamnit!", he barked in his deep gravely voice. The music immediately ceased and the crowd quieted down to hear the Main Man speak.
"Hey you Inbred lookin' son of a b***h!, his blue eyes went wide as they gazed at Dale, emphasizing that he was who he was referring to.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 2:04 pm
"Poor Hank Hill, no one wants to fight stupid hill billy redneck.
Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 8:13 pm
"I think we could host the next Contest of Champions at the Nine Rivers.""Yes, yes Ted.""Good Kahn, now ask Hank Hill if he wouldn't mind organizing it."
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