<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/>No, it certainly was<em>not</em>going to work.  Not with the Hulk bellowing at him to 'shut up', the force of the emerald behemoth's voice hitting like a shockwave.  And not with the Hulk's Red Queen stalking across the sands of the arena at him.  Before he could react, she raised a crimson hand and backhanded him.<br/><br/>The force of the blow knocked him ass over elbows, sending him crashing to the sand.  He lay there, listening to the loud ringiing in his ears and watching the world blur double and triple as it spun crazily.  He could taste blood in his mouth, too.<br/><br/><em>Fuck me,</em>he thought.<em>I'm really going to die here.</em><br/><br/><em>"Weather you be Rex mcenzie or Namor King of the Seas you will not answer us back do you understand water dweller?"</em><br/><br/>"naw wadderweller..." Rex managed.  "Muha mu..."<br/><br/>Hands that could crush granite to powder jerked his head off the ground by his hair.<em>"Another trick? A decoy maybe? Whatever you are you will be punished for the wrong the sea king did to my husband years passed."</em><br/><br/>"fuggin' crazy crm... crim... red-sknnd bidg..." Rex managed as his face slapped back into the sand.  He lay there, considering his options.  They weren't good.  At his<em>best</em>, which would be<em>without</em>the power damper strapped to him, he could deadlift... half a ton?  A ton, if he risked hurting himself?  Not bad at all.  With the drainer, he could probably manage a respectable three or four hundred pounds.  Against the Emerald King or the Red Queen, though?<br/><br/>Suicide.<br/><br/><em>"What is your will my king?"</em>the Red Queen called, gesturing dramatically to the Hulk.<em>"To kill them where they kneel? Or to use them as bargaining chips in this brave new world."</em><br/><br/>Pushing himself up on hands and knees, he staggered to his feet.  Wiping blood from his split lip, he spat a bloody froth onto the sand at his feet.  Suicide or not, he wasn't going down.  Not without a fight.  Collecting himself, he shifted his stance a little.  With an explosive burst of motion he raced forward and lept.  "<em>Morituri te salutamus</em>, bitch!" he shouted, putting all his weight and momentum into driving his heel into the Red Queen's right kidney.