The sound of the chattering crowd was interrupted by the sound of what seemed remarkably similar to a very loud air horn, followed by a loud voice which spoke galactic trade common, which was remarkably nearly identical to Terran English.  The voice boomed, heard throughout the arena.<br/><br/><strong>"Is everyone ready for action?!!!!"</strong><br/><br/>The crowd went wild.  A blue man with black hair riding a large flying disk came into view, his handsome Kree visage all over the mega screens as he flew about above the battleground.  He wore what looked like an alienesque silver suit of some kind, vaguely reminiscent of the kind of suits one would see a ring announcer wear back on Earth.<br/><br/><strong>"I can't hear you!  I said... IS EVERYONE READY FOR ACTION?!!!"</strong><br/><br/>The crowd cheered even louder, aliens all around the seated group standing and raising arms, tentacles and other appendages into the air in anticipation of the event.  The announcer shouted out.<br/><br/><strong>"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!"</strong><br/><br/>He paused as the crowd died down a bit and smiled, his perfect teeth glinting in the bright lights, easily visible on the screens as he continued.<br/><br/><strong>"You know... usually the arena likes to build up to the main event with low key matches that no one really cares about until the crowd is on the edge of their seats.  Well I say no!  As far as I can tell, you're already on the edge of your seats!  THIS is the match that everyone has been waiting for!  This is the match brought to to you by Nebula herself!!!!  She truly loves you all!"</strong><br/><br/>The crowd cheered loudly again... the announcer waited for the noise to simmer down a bit.<br/><br/><strong>"And so, without further ado... we bring you the match of the millennium!!!"</strong><br/><br/>The lights in the arena went dim.  One could still see where they were going but it was quite dramatic.  The battleground in the arena's center could not be seen.  The only light was shone on the announcer.<br/><strong><br/>"From the far reaches of space is a small, some say insignificant planet called Earth.  Yet from this orb have come some of the most powerful beings in the cosmos!  The herald Nova!  The renowned Fantastic Four!  The dreaded Phoenix!  All from this 'backwater' planet!"</strong><br/><br/>He grinned, pausing for effect.<br/><strong><br/>"Tonight, the Champion will face a challenge unlike any he has faced before.  We bring you the most powerful Terran ever!!!"</strong><br/><br/>Suddenly a light shone down on one side of the battleground, as a figure rose from below via a circular 'elevator' of sorts that once level with the arena floor became indistinguishable from it's surroundings.  The figure was tall... standing 6'5" tall and powerfully built, he wore a black and yellow uniform with a stylized 'S' on his belt.  His hair was short but distinct... so silver that it was essentially chrome, glinting in the light.  His eyes were pupiless and glowed a soft light blue.  He wore a technological collar around his neck, a small red light flashing on the front of it.  The man did not look happy to be there.<br/><br/>(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StreakLineArt1color.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>"Here he is, folks!  No one knows the upper limits of his power... we'll find out together tonight!  He's the enigma from Earth... the Tough as nails Terran... STREAK!!!"</strong><br/><br/>The crowd went wild again, though it was mixed in with a fair amount of booing.<br/><br/><strong>"And his opponent... the man you came to see tonight"...</strong><br/><br/>Dramatic music started playing and a spotlight appeared on the opposite end of the battleground, where another figure took a similar elevator up.  He was absolutely massive, standing at 9'2" with blue skin and long, flowing red hair.  His silver eyes gleamed as he beheld his fans and he raised arms to the sky that made Streak's seem paltry in comparison.  He wore nothing but a pair of red skintight pants and a pair of blue boots, a massive golden belt around his waist reminiscent of Earth wrestling championship belts.<br/><br/><strong>"The most powerful fighter in the universe... the undefeated champion of countlesss matches... he'll destroy anyone who gets into the ring with him!  He is... THE CHAMPION OF THE UNIVERSE!!!!"</strong><br/><br/>(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Champion.jpg)<br/><br/>The crowd got so loud it made everything before seem tame.  Various beings in the crowd held up Champion of the Universe signs and such as their throats went raw from screaming.  But they still continued.  This was what they were here to see.  They wanted action.  They wanted blood.  They wanted entertainment.  The Champion stepped forth as the cheering subsided... he spoke, his voice booming via the microphone on his person.<br/><br/><strong>"Streak!  You will provide me with the challenge I desire.  Once I found fighting spirit worthy of me on your planet in a man named Ben Grimm, but even he could not defeat me.  I doubt that you can either, but I should hope that you provide suitable sport at the very least."</strong><br/><br/>Streak raised a silver eyebrow and shook his head.<br/><br/><strong>"I have no idea who you are, but be warned... if you had anything to do with this"...</strong><br/><br/>He motioned to the collar around his neck.<br/><br/><strong>..."I'll show you the meaning of 'power'."</strong><br/><br/>The Champion scoffed.<br/><br/><strong>"I have nothing to do with these matches, save the glorious battle itself.  You can blame your woes on this world.  I care not, so long as I get a worthy fight."</strong><br/><br/>He placed his hands on his hips in a very arrogant fashion and laughed.<br/><br/><strong>"Now come!  I shall allow you the first attack!"</strong><br/><br/>Streak narrowed his eyes.  So this world was responsible for this collar that dampened his powers.  He couldn't remember what had happened... suffice to say he had been incapacitated somehow.  Whatever the collar was made from he could not break.  Whether that was due to the collar nullifying his powers or the sheer strength of whatever it was made of he did not know... but for now it seemed he was stuck in this 'match'.  The red light of the collar switched to green with a click and he could feel his powers return.  His eyes flashed with blue primordial energy and he rose about three inches from the ground.<br/><br/><strong>"Fine."</strong><br/><br/>Then he was suddenly in the Champion's face, flying at impossible speeds that made it seem almost as if the man had teleported.  The Champion's eyes widened at this impressive feat, and he was unprepared for the massive two fisted overhead blow that came next.  As Streak's fists connected with the large form of the Champion, a shockwave akin to a clap of thunder resounded and shook the whole arena and the blue-skinned being was literally brought to his knees as the floor collapsed beneath him, creating a crater easily 20 feet across and 8 feet deep.  At that point, the after-image of Streak that had been floating on the other end of the battleground faded.  The crowd gasped.<br/><br/><strong>"AMAZING!  THE CHALLENGER FLIES FORWARD WITH SPEED ABSOLUTELY UNHEARD OF WITH AN OVERHEAD STRIKE THAT KNOCKS THE CHAMPION TO THE GROUND!  EVEN I FELT THAT BLOW!"</strong><br/><br/>The Champion spit out some blood and stood... laughing as he reached out unexpectedly to grapple Streak in an alien version of a bear hug.  Streak struggled against the man's strength and skill... and the Champion laughed again as the crowd cheered.<br/><br/><strong>"By the cosmos!  You are an impressive specimen indeed!  But you won't catch me off guard like that again... now I'll show you why I'm the Champion of the Universe!"</strong><br/><strong><br/>"OH!  THE CHAMPION RETALIATES WITH A BRUTAL GRAPPLE AND IT APPEARS THE CHALLENGER IS PINNED!  IS IT OVER, FOLKS?  CAN THE CHALLENGER ESCAPE, OR HAS THE CHAMPION OF THE UNIVERSE CLAIMED YET ANOTHER VICTORY?"</strong><br/><br/>Streak's arms were pinned to his sides and as much as he struggled, he couldn't get suitable leverage to fully exert his strength.  He did the only thing he could think of... he tried to headbutt the larger Champion, but the Champion seemed to anticipate this and met his attempt with a headbutt of his own.  The two skulls collided with such force that the crack could be heard even without microphones.  It seemed that the two combatants were both skilled enough to apply such a move without much injury to their own heads.  It seemed like a stalemate until the Champion squeezed and Streak cried out in pain.  As invulnerable as he was, the Champion was actually hurting him!<br/><br/><strong>"You're... strong and skilled... more skilled than I am... but I'm willing to bet... I can do something that you can't."</strong><br/><br/>Before the Champion could respond, Streak took them both into the air at high velocity, then slammed them into the ground at supersonic speed, Champion first.  The Champion's arms spread out to the sides with the booming impact as the wind was knocked out of him and Streak was free to fly back to try and catch a breather, rubbing his sore arms.<br/><br/><strong>"GREAT GALAXIES!  THE CHALLENGER HAS FREED HIMSELF FROM THE CHAMPION'S STEELY GRIP WITH AN UNPRECIDENTED FLYING SLAM!  I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE THIS ARENA CAN TAKE!  YOU SAW IT HERE!"</strong><br/><br/>The Champion got up, clearly injured a bit and laughed again, dusting himself off.  Without another word, he leaped forth and 'flew' toward Streak, reeling a fist back to deliver a vicious haymaker to the flying hero.  The mega screens were focused on the Champion's face as the fist connected with Streak's jaw, sending the man flying back as though he were nothing... he skipped across the ground like a stone on a pond and lay in a crumpled heap as the Champion landed nearby.  It may have been noticed by those with extraordinarily acute perception (Amazing or higher Intuition) that for the briefest of split seconds, just as the Champion's fist connected, the collar around Streak's neck flickered red and then back to green.  Streak shakily pushed up, looking up at the Champion with a swollen cheek.  His vision was blurred and he coughed up blood onto the ground.<br/><br/><strong>"AMAZING!  THE CHAMPION UNLEASHES A DEVASTATING HAYMAKER THAT LEAVES THE CHALLENGER BEATEN AND BLOODY!  THIS COULD BE IT!"</strong><br/><br/>The Champion shook his head and crossed his arms.<br/><br/><strong>"You are beaten... if you get up I'll be forced to kill you."</strong><br/><br/>Streak growled and spit out a few teeth... pushing himself up with sheer willpower.  Having made it to his feet, he still looked half dead.<br/><br/><strong>"You'll have to kill me then, if you can... but if so, I'll die honorably at the hands of someone who doesn't know the meaning of honor.  That much is obvious."</strong><br/><br/>The Champion's eyes blazed red and he dashed forth, gripping Streak's throat just above the collar and he held him aloft, bellowing with anger.<br/><br/><strong>"YOU DARE QUESTION -MY- HONOR?!  PREPARE TO DIE, LYING CUR!"</strong>