<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rex McKenzie, currently believed to be Namor by the Red She-Hulk<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Mutant, or Mutant Human-Atlantean Hybrid if you believe the Red She-Hulk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Las Vegas/Caesars Palace/The Colosseum<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:00 pm.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Hulk, Mr Fantastic, Jean Grey, Medusa, Red She-Hulk<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Open to negotiation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black jeans and boots, white t-shirt, denim jacket<br/><hr/><br/>"<em>Bring the prisoners!</em>" thundered the red-skinned giant of a woman.<br/><br/>Rex struggled as the two hulks grabbed him, one on each arm.  He might as well have struggled with a glacier, or with old age.  He was strong, but they were far stronger.  With no signs of effort, they hurled him into the arena.  By reflex he tried to fly, hoping to cushion the impact.  Thanks to the power damper on his neck, he simply found himself bumping and skidding across the floor.<br/><br/>Rising shakily to his feet, he found himself standing next to a statuesque woman with all the red hair in the world.<em>Medusa</em>, he remembered, his fitful memory supplying him with a name.<em>Queen of the Inhumans</em>.  "Are you all right?" he murmured.  It was a fool's question, but Rex - in the short life he could remember since Oakland - had always considered himself a gentleman.<br/><br/>Straightening up, he craned his neck and stared up at the Red Queen of Hulkland.  "I hate to break it to you, your majesty," he called, voice barely audible over the hooting and mocking of the crowd.  "But you've got the<em>wrong guy</em>!"<br/><br/>The crowd broke into laughter, and he forced himself to grin back.  "Look at me!  I'm not<em>Namor</em>!  If I<em>was</em>, it would have taken a lot more than one of your Hulkling guards to bring me in, right?"<br/><br/>More laughter.<br/><br/>"I'm Rex McKenzie.  Maybe you've heard of me?  The Dragon?  No?  Oh, well.  ButI'd hate to spoil your games by being the wrong guy."  Presuming a little, he threw an arm around Medusa's shoulders.  "So, why don't I just take my girl Heather here, and we'll just go?  Why spoil your show by killing two mistaken identity nobodies along with the headliners you've got lined up?"<br/><br/>Grinning, Rex stared up at the Red Queen.  It probably wouldn't work, but... hey.  It was worth a try.