<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11115/111158280/4367791-fotos-hulk.jpg)</div><strong>Names</strong>: The Hulk<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Human/Hulk<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Las Vegas/Caesars Palace/The Colosseum<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 6:00 pm.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Red She Hulk, Namor, Jean Grey, Medusa, Reed Richards and Tony Stark<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Ghostly words...<br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Hulk...<br/><br/>The incredible Hulk stepped onto the stage. Beckoned by by his beautiful Queen and lover. He took his place next to her overlooking the Colosseum and those present.  His kingdom was here, his home. At this moment, there was no other place the Hulk would rather be. Hulk's loneliness would now be but a passing memory as he ruled this land with the combined might of 6000 hulks under his reign. A fitting place for his chosen, his people.<br/><br/>Loki's words of promise had held their value over the past 18 months. The radical change of HULKLAND's territory since the Hulk rose to power was fitting for his chosen. The only few left potentially standing in Hulk's way, were now displayed before him as his wife summoned the prisoners. The Hulk rose his eyes to see each of them. Jean Grey, Medusa,  Namor, Reed Richards and Stark. His eyes would linger as the feeling of betrayal sprung into his being. Thus turning into rage, the bottomless well that now showed upon the Hulk's features. His nostrils flared, his muscles would bulge, his eyes would narrow at the few present. For those that would recognize this expression would know that the Hulk would be mere moments from punishing those before him, and there were few things on this world capable of stopping him... He held no reason to think that the remaining few people who would perhaps foolishly oppose him in the future would accomplish that monumental feat. After all, compared to the hulks, they were insects...<br/><br/>Hulk...<br/><br/>Hulk shook his head, closing his eyes. The voice would not stop haunting him... it sounded familiar. His rage was directed at something else now, this voice that could not begone from his mind. Whatever it was, it brought a strange clarity to his anger. Almost as if it could direct him, though that was deemed impossible by the Hulk. What could or dare control him? If such a thing existed, it would be smashed under his might. Nothing could not be smashed.<br/><div align="center">___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________</div><em>"I hate to break it to you, your majesty," Naminor called, voice barely audible over the hooting and mocking of the crowd.  "But you've got the wrong guy!"<br/><br/>The crowd broke into laughter, and he forced himself to grin back.  "Look at me!  I'm not Namor!  If I was, 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?"</em><br/><div align="center">___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/>Hulk...<br/><br/>Too much noise, both in and out of his head. Hulk bellowed,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong>SHUT IT</strong></span></span>. His loud roar echoing throughout the Colosseum. An audible pop would sound as throne's arm rest broke as the Hulk squeezed it to pieces with the palm of his hand. The laughter quickly died as the King commanded. It would be noted that the Hulk had little patience left, especially with those held before him. Hulk's eyes drifted towards the only thing in the room that perhaps need not fear his ire. He nodded to Red She-Hulk's direction to begin. All the while, Hulk combated the voice that would not stop.<br/><br/>Hulk...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>