2004 HAZZARD TOUGH MAN CONTEST [Archive]

Riddick

01-22-2004, 11:29 PM

2004 Hazzard Tough Mans Contest Rules

No weapons of any kinda.
Clean dirty fight.
Limit of 25 posts.

Bascially the object of the fight is to knock your opponet unconcious or battle until your opponet surrenders. In the case of a surrender, surrendering opponet should raise both arms above head wether standing or on the ground. Attacking opponet should imediatly back off and return to there own corner of the ring.

The winner of a round will move on to the next and be paired up by simularity of weight. The unsuccessful in the fight will be instructed to join the cheering crowd.

Any participents caught cheating or breaking the rules will be disquilified.

Please show good sportsman ship an respect for your oppents and comrades. Other then that have one hell of a good time.

(I fthere are any other questions please contact me (Riddick))

Brian Coltrane

01-24-2004, 04:44 AM

The followin' is a special announcement for Garrett Duke.

Garrett, I'm waitin'. And the longer you keep me waitin', the meaner I'm gonna get.

Be advised, Duke, that this is yer last chance to forfeit. You won't have the opportunity to surrender in the ring. They're gonna carry your unconcious body OUT.

For the record, I'm not interested in showin' mercy or good sportsmanship. I'm gonna make short work of you, boy...'cause there's a long line of Dukes right behind you. You'll have the honor of bein' the first to fall.

Since no one else is rushin' up to the ring....I'm callin' you out, Garrett. Know why? Not only because I'm a sadistic son of a &%$*#...but because I don't want you to have a chance to study somebody else and figure out how to fight. KHEEHAHA.

You and me, Garrett, on the first round. The whole of Hazzard County is gonna be watchin'. And I've put down far tougher characters than you.

Your number has been pulled.

Come and get it.

Brian Coltrane

Garrett Duke

01-24-2004, 07:36 PM

Raises eye brow at name being called before yanking the tight tank top off to display a muscular chest. Handing it thoughtfully to Kristy and stepping up the ring.

I ain't afraid of you nor do I ever plan on forfetting or surrendering to the likes of you. Nor do you seem to really know who I am nor understand who I am for that matter. No one will be carrying my unconscience body out of no where. Obviously, you have me confused with someone else.

As for the other Dukes behind me...they will just have to wait to find who they will fight. Time will tell...

I am glad to hear that you don't plan on showing me any mercy, because I don't plan on show any to you either. You are like anyone else I have fought in my past, in Knoxville.

So with all that said, let the fight behind...Let the best Duke...uh I mean the best man win.

Brian Coltrane

01-25-2004, 03:44 AM

Walks into the fighting ring, clad in usual black t-shirt, black jeans, and boots. The trademark jacket is worn as well, hanging open.

Casually strolls up to Garrett, unimpressed by the Duke's bravado. Gives him a mocking, sinister grin.

"Garrett, you just made your first mistake...in assumin' I'm like anyone you've evah fought before."

Without warning, clasps hands together and swings a heavy, two-fisted chop across Garrett's jaw, throwing body weight into the blow. Spins around in the follow-through, and lightning-quick, lashes out a vicious, sweeping kick into the Duke's side, connecting with the lower ribs and sending the off-balance Duke to the ground.

"RRRRAAAUGH!!" With a savage cry of fury, lunges on the fresh-landed Duke and jabs a hard elbow deep into Garrett's gut, then immediately swings a right cross to snap hard against the jaw again. With no pause, leans forward to lay left forearm over the Duke's throat, bent at the elbow, bracing own body weight into it. Own right hand is clenched around own left wrist, the leverage of both black-clad shoulders weighing down upon the captured neck. Looms face over the prone Duke, and through bared teeth, snarls in a low voice....

"Yield while you can still move any part of your @#%&* body."

Riddick

01-25-2004, 04:28 AM

(I edited the list because I cant contact Essyjane at this time.)

Min Duke vs. Jose Duke

Rosco Coltrane vs. Chet Duke

Brian Coltrane vs. Garrett Duke

Jesse V. Duke vs. Breyer Duke

Bo Duke vs. Riddick

Garrett Duke

01-25-2004, 05:10 PM

"Yield to you?" I grunt as fighting with the pain that ripples through body to give a couple of weak kicks to Brian before fighting arms loose to grab a hold of the Coltrane's elbow that presses tightly against throat. Fighting with his strength as well as to breath, to slowly roll over, pinning Brian tightly to the floor with the tight hold of knees. Sending a few powerful punches to Brian's face and chest before sending a direct elbow quickly down into Brian's stomach. "As you said, you'll have to drag my unconscience body out of the ring, before I yield or surrender tot he likes of you."

With that, sends a couple more heavy elbows across the face before yanking shirt off and throwing it out of the ring.

Riddick

01-25-2004, 11:52 PM

Ok folks listen up! Because I can not contact Essyjane an she obviously isnt around I have edited the list. Any questions or new entries please feel free to ask.

Garrett Duke vs. Brian Coltrane
Min Duke vs. Chet Duke
Rosco Coltrane vs. Breyer Duke
Riddick vs. Harlond

Chet Duke

01-26-2004, 12:04 AM

"Alright Min. I'm calling you out." Chet Duke said as he steped into an alternate ring handing his black stetson to Hilery who stood by the ring.

Chet cracked the knuckles on both his hands an bent his neck from side to side cracking his neck as well. He removed his long sleeve sky blue shirt an layed it the corner of the ring.

"An if you think I have forgotten what you did to me over a year ago in the Boars Nest your kidding yourself!" Chets voice was leveled its own threatening tone. He knew that Min knew the risks of this contest an that she wouldnt have entered if she was concerned with it.

MinDuke

01-26-2004, 01:40 AM

"You're not the only one that hasn't forgotten how you THREATENED me."
A lone voice called out from the other side of the room as Min stepped in. Dressed for the fight she wore black spandex shorts and a black sports bra and sneakers, a stoic look on her face.

"You said you wanted to hurt me for what I did to you the night you attacked Brian in the Boars Nest-- well here I am--" She swung one leg over the top rope and climbed into the ring standing across from him. She saw Hilery and gave her a nod of greeting before once more focusing her attention on her opponent.

"Come on then Chet-- Let's see what you can do."

Chet Duke

01-26-2004, 04:43 AM

"My father told me never to hit a women.....unless she hits ya first." Chet said with a curled grin on his face.

He began to cyrcle his kin, the anger growing inside him at what she had once did. But his words were true he would not strike until she did first.

"Come on Min....you want a piece of me so badly for what I dun." Chet wiggled his finger at her in a motion to come forward and get him. "Come on....come an get me!"

MinDuke

01-26-2004, 10:07 PM

"My brother would NEVER hit a woman, whether she hit first or not!"

With that Min advanced on Chet and with raised fists swung at him. Her small hands connected with his jaw sending him reeling back. She quickly stepped back watching him as he recovered from her blows.

Chet Duke

01-26-2004, 11:21 PM

Chet took a few steps back rubbing his jaw an shaking off the pain that the blow had inflicted. He took two fake swings at Min then grabbed her by the sholder wheeling here around so that he back leaned against his chest. Chet took a firm grip around her neck with his right arm and pulled his right arm tight with his left completely a head lock.

"Forfeit now....before I strangle the breath out of you." Chet face twisted into anger.

"I am not like my father or any of the other Dukes, an I choose to live by my own morals. Not the morals that were taught by an old man behind the time." The six foot three inch dark haired Duke tightened his arm aorund Min's neck.

"Forfeit. Now..."

MinDuke

01-26-2004, 11:59 PM

Min gripped the arm around her neck, the strength of the forearm cutting off her air. She heard the words Chet hissed in her ear and decided to give him a nonverbal reply since his headlock hindered her ability to speak. Gripping the beefy arm across her throat tightly, Min drew her leg up and kicked straight back as hard as she could. Her leg slipped between both of Chet's striking him in the delicate area therein. The first blow rocked him, a pained grunt in her ear but the second one was stronger and forced him to release her. Gratefully Min gulped in some air and turned around seeing the now hunched over Chet, his hands between his thighs.

"Forfeit?" She panted as she rubbed her now burning throat. "I'll show you a forfeit!" Grabbing him by the back she drew her knee up connecting with Chet's chin. The blow knocked him flat onto his back and Min took her defensive stance once more staring down at her nephew.
"Maybe YOU should be the one to forfeit!"

Chet Duke

01-27-2004, 12:55 AM

Although breathing hard Chet grinned to himself sarcastically an rolled over an struck out with his right foot catching Min in the back of her knees. The blow to the knees caused them to bend an become un balanced. Chet rolled over onto his knees as Min came down on her back, he elbowed her hard in the stomach adn straddled her quickly grabbing her wrists and pinning her hands down. He held her body down with his wieght bracing his knees tight on her sides so that she could not move.

"You will drag me outta here unconcious and bloody before I forfeit.....an because your my kin I hope you chose a better exit plan!" Chet breathed angerly spitting blood from his mouth where he had been stricken with Min's knee minutes before.

"Give it up before I really hurt you!" His voice came out in an anger shout leaning close to her face an squeezing his knees together putting powerful pressure on her rib cage.

MinDuke

01-27-2004, 01:58 AM

Min wiggled under Chet's weight, he had her pinned pretty good except for one small thing.
Chet hissed in her face demanding that she forfiet yet again but Min wasn't about to give him the satisfaction.
She closed her eyes, took what little breath in she could, and slammed her forehead straight into Chet's. The pain was great feeling like a spike through her head but she did it again opening her eyes and seeing Chet's face scrunched in pain. She did it again a little more force behind the blow that caught Chet right between his eyes. He grunted in pain and eased up his grip on her arms and ribs. The temporary shift allowed Min to get her arms free and she grabbed Chet around the neck and rakes her fingernails across the eyes. He cried out in pain and grabbed his face, Min managed to get one free leg and kicked at Chet until both legs were free. Using both her legs she kicked Chet away from her with all her might and got to her feet.

Chet Duke

01-27-2004, 02:19 AM

Cussing loudly in pain Chet spit the blood from his mouth a wipped his hands arossed his eyes trying hard to releave the pain in his bad eye. The eye that he was already rendered blind in, his face bled where Min's nails had dug deep into his skin. Determind to continue with the fight Chet stood up quickly blinking his eyes an raising his fists angerly.

"You fight dirty....exspecially for the Duke name." He grunt out the words trying to distrack her momentarly.

The last possible second he dropped his sholder an plowed into her bringing both of them to the floor with a hard thud. Barely under control of himself Chet began to pound his fists into Min anywhere he could land a punch. He punched her in the face, ribs and stomach.

"I gave you your chance to forfeit! You will not get another!" His voice came out rashly an he held her down letting his fists fly.

MinDuke

01-27-2004, 03:01 AM

Min cried out as blow after blow rained down on her face and upper body. Her head moved from one side to another and her body wiggled beneath him in a vain effort to stop the endless rain of blows. Chet straddled her around the chest as he fired away but he didnt realize that her legs were free. She arched her back and drove her knees straight into Chet's kidneys at the same time Min managed to grab a hold of his shoulders and the combined efforts threw him over her head. Min got on her feet quickly and kicked Chet in the head rolling him onto his stomach. Breathing hard she drew back her leg and kicked him yet again in head, it whipped violently to the side stunning him. She quickly did it again and again each kick puncuated by a shout. Finally she kicked as hard as she could the force of it rolled him onto his back and his head lolled to one side. His eyes fluttered as they rolled back into his head and the soft hiss of his breath told Min that he had passed out. She didnt believe it and rolled him onto his back grabbed him right arm in a hold, keeping a firm grip on his elbow. She sat down on his back using her weight and position with her knee on his left arm to pin him to the ground.
"Do you yield?" She shouted as she jerked up hard on his arm, the action pulling his shoulder.

Chet Duke

01-27-2004, 03:31 AM

Chets face oozed blood and he battled away the darknees trying to lift his head that bobbed with his efforts. More blood flowed from his nose an he spit it form his mouth heaving for breath under Min's weight. He was tiring quickly, an the lax of oxygen weakened his muscles. Chet raised his head feeling the painfull pinch ofhaving his right arm twisted behind his back.

Although it would result in more pain he refused to give up even though his arm was being bent an he was bleeding.

"I'll never stop!" He shouted an spat on the floor huffing for breath.

Chet refused to give in, he would not let Min Duke win. With a new effort he tucked his knees under himself barely able to make his legs obey. He wiggled his left arm as hard as possible, it was pinched painfully under the weight of Min's left knee but he wiggled and wiggled until he freed his arm. As soon as his arm was freed he wasted no time, he hooked his hand around her bent knee and pulled with all his might. Tiredly he lifted with his legs that shook with the starin of the extra weight on his back.

"Raahhhhh!" He gave a shout using the last of his strength in attempt to pull her off to the side already feeling her becoming unbalances where she sat on his back.

MinDuke

01-27-2004, 04:00 AM

"Oh no you DONT!"

With both hands Min gave Chet's arm another strong jerk up hearing him shout in pain. She raised her left elbow and drove it down into the back of Chet's head and wiggled her knee out of his grip driving it into his side. This stopped his efforts to pull her off of him and she continued to pound the back of his neck and head with her elbow.

Chet Duke

01-27-2004, 04:16 AM

Chet knew that he could not take too many more blows to the head, slowly becoming more and more light headed and dizzy. The back of his head was becoming numb from the constant blows. But his own stuborness would not let him give in an he struggled hard trying to pull his arm away. He cussed furiously his voice going lower an lower.

With one last tired effort Chet struggled to free his pinned arm trying hard to pull it away. The floor around his head was smeared with his blood and his face was begining to show swelling. But he would not give in even through the constant beating, he just awaited the darkness to take him.

MinDuke

01-27-2004, 04:29 AM

Min panted, sensing the end was near she raised her elbow high and with a shout drove it down as hard as she could into the base of Chet's neck. He bounced against the floor then slumped beneath her his head lolling to the side. She stopped in a moment and climbed off of him, moving around him she lifted his head seeing that he had indeed passed out.

"He's out--" Min closed her eyes and sighed both in relief that she won and joy that it was over. She bowed her head a moment and took a deep breath though it caused pain in her ribs.
"I'm sorry Chet--" She whispered as she slowly got to her feet and climbed out of the ring; her body battered beyond belief.

Brian Coltrane

01-31-2004, 03:13 AM

Meanwhile, back in the first ring, Brian overheard the complete savagery of Chet and Min's battle - but he couldn't spare attention to it, given that Garrett was trying to mash him like a potato.

"YO! Hang on, man! Wait a second!" From his flat-on-back position, Brian put out one palm, panting for breath. "Let's figure somethin' out, eh?"

Knowing the Duke would pause long enough to hear him out , Brian asked a question. "Awright, before you continue with the pinata practice, answer me somethin'. What the hell is the prize, here? Is it worth gettin' all busted up for the sake of empty pride? I ain't heard nothin' about no cash money, no trophy, no kiss by a bikini babe, or no trip to the Bahamas."

Brian took a deep breath and looked Garrett in the eye. "Fact is, we're makin' fools outta ourselves. Granted, yer a Duke, an' I'm a Coltrane, and fightin' each other comes natural. But we're also men of honor. Do you got any real malice towards me, Garrett? Have ah ever done anythin' so wrong to you, that you'd see fit to beat me senseless? An' for that matter, what cause do ah have, to cause you bodily harm?"

Falling silent, Brian made no aggressive move, and made no special effort to defend himself. He simply waited to see what Garrett would say.

(Cue Garrett!)

Garrett Duke

01-31-2004, 04:12 AM

Keeping a defensive stance while watching the Coltrane dressed in black with heavily skeptical hardened smokey gray - blue eyes. Garrett slowly gives the Coltrane a slow shrug as he keeps a tight focus on Brian while searching for answers, to the Coltrane's questions as well as to wondering if the questions were a way to side track his attention.

"I hadn't heard about no prize either," Garrett answers thoughtfully, his eyes glued intensely on the Coltrane that stands in front of him, "and I don't hold any grudge against you nor do I wish any harm upon you."

Another small shrug of the shoulders as he begins bouncing from foot to foot as he continues to watch the Coltrane, awaiting for answers. "Yeah, I spose this all, is making a fool out of ourselves," Garrett answers unwilling to let down his defenses until he is certain it is over.

Riddick

01-31-2004, 04:42 AM

Processing Information.First Prize: $25,000.00, a 2003 Cevy Camaro, and a gold medel.
Second Prize: A pure silver medel and $2,500.00.
Third Prize: A bronze medel and $200.00.

The winner of the first completed round is Min Duke. Min you are going on to the next round.

StuntMan23

02-01-2004, 01:40 AM

Cully looked at the posted notice about the prize money and spoke the amouth of the top tier, savoring each syllable. "Twenty-fiiiive thouuusand dollahs...hot damn. Too bad I didn't enter into this thing." He grinned and looked toward the courthouse where his cousin Rosco was busy polishing his boots and shinin' brass for his own up comin' battle. "Tho' I don't suppose Boss Hogg is footin' the bill for any of this...Khee..."

Brian Coltrane

02-03-2004, 01:00 AM

Brian absorbed the prize money announcement without changing expression. Having been given some room by Garrett, Brian paced around in a slow circle, pondering what to do.

"Twenty-five grand. That buys a whole lot of grits, don't it? But that don't mean all this is right."

Brian gave a short sigh and continued to pace. He was aware of Garrett's watchful gaze, but other than glancing over his shoulder at the wary Duke, Brian made no move towards him. "Doesn't seem right to hurt somebody for money, does it. Oh, I used to be involved in all kinds of grim stuff, but things have changed. I've changed, too. Know what ah mean?"

Brian paused with his back towards Garrett. He spoke without looking at the young Duke. "Wasn't right of us to get into a fight like this for no good reason. An' it sure ain't right to hurt a man for money...."

A soft, rueful chuckle came from Brian, and he shook his head regretfully. "But seein' as how ah was prepared to kick yer ass for free, I sure as hell can't back down now -"

Without warning, Brian spun around and snapped a fast, hard, right-handed punch into Garrett's nose. The stunning blow broke cartilidge and caused blood to spill free. At the same time, Brian snaked his left hand out beneath, and grapsed Garrett's right arm, jerking the stunned Duke forward and pulling him past his own body....

...and with Garrett's right arm extended straight and captured in his left-handed grasp, Brian issued another lightning-quick strike, landing another heavy punch directly on the outside of Garrett's left elbow. The extended arm could not flex to avoid the damage, and a loud, clear *SNAP* announed the cracking of bone as the elbow was forced the wrong way.

Brian released Garrett in the follow-through motion and tossed the opponent Duke hard to the ground. Impassively, Brian noted Garrett's the heavily-bleeding nose and the odd angle of the broken right arm.

"It's finished, Garrett," Brian said softly. "You're not gonna breathe very well through a busted nose, and your right arm is broken. If you force me to, I'll keep hurting you. But I'd rather you walked out of here under your own power."

Brian stared at Garrett intently, but there was no hostility in the Coltrane's dark eyes. Instead, there was an understanding. "You faced me without fear, n' for that, you've got my respect. That don't pay no twenty-five grand, of course...but my respect is somethin' money can't buy."

Taking a few slow steps around the fallen Duke, Brian watched Garrett and waited for his opponent's decision.

(Cue Garrett)

Garrett Duke

02-03-2004, 01:52 AM

Anger coarses through Garrett's pain-filled body as he gently holds onto his broken, ugly shaped right arm. With hardened gray eyes, he glares over at the Coltrane, attempting to think oof his next move. Never in his life has he ever given up or given in to a fight, no matter what; he refuses to give in to the enemy or the opponet. Blood pours thickly down his nose and onto the matt as he slowly kneels before weakly standing up. Somewhere off the distance he hears a familiar voice scream out in fear and for a short moment, Garrett scans the matt before spotting Kristy in the right corner trying to get in. One of the people standing near by is quick to gaurd her away from the ropes, saying something about her not being signed in to fight. Her temper radiates from her face, a temper that has arisen from her concern for Garrett.

Garrett attempts to nod, trying to say, he's fine, though within, he knows that is far from the truth. "This all about money, is it Coltrane?" Garrett wheezes through the thick blood pouring from his nose, "Whatever happened to the fun of the sport?"

With that Garrett sends a sharp right kick to Brian's chest to send Brian stumbling to the matt before Garrett lends Brian a kick to his left cheek. "You expect me to give up? I admit Coltrane, you know how to fight and you did lend me some discomfort," Garrett snorts through the blood as he sends Brian a couple more sharp kicks, giving Brian a good example of his own anger, "perhaps a little pain, but it's nothin' I can't live with. I've been through more than a broken bone and a broken nose in the past...I ain't scared of you nor will I give in to the likes of you."

Off to the side Garrett hears Kristy yelling at him, pleading him to get out of the ring to see a doctor. Fighting to ignore his sister, Garrett sends the heel of his boot down into Brian's bare chest, digging deeply into his chest. With the amount of pain that ushes through his arm and down his nose the more Garrett's anger grows harshly within him, sending his kicks more intensely into Brian. Throwing his heel harshly and quickly back do wn into the Coltrane's chest, Garrett forces out, "I tol' you at the beginin', the only way I am leaving this ring is when I beat the snot out of you," Garrett pauses to send Brian a few more harsh kicks to the ribs, "or when you drag my unconscious body out of the ring."

With that, Garrett gives Brian a quick session of blows to the chest and ribs, letting out the anger that resides in him out on Brian.

Brian Coltrane

02-03-2004, 09:03 AM

The punishing kicks seemed endless. After falling from the first kick, and then receiving the kick to the face, Brian found himself flat on his back. Garrett was trying to crush him as if he were a big cockroach. The boot heel smacked into Brian's chest with so much force, that the embattled Coltrane felt as if his heart was about to jar loose from the impact.

He suffered through the kicking blows and concentrated on protecting his head, keeping his forearms over his ears. This left Garrett free to kick at his side, and Brian's breath came out in coughs of racking pain. If anything, this encouraged Garrett, who delivered a quick succession of kicks to the chest and ribs in an effort to finish off the enemy Coltrane.

Garrett, of course, had to balance himself on one leg to do all that kicking.

Brian suddenly sat up and flung his arms around the leg Garrett was kicking him with. Grabbing the leg firmly in a grim embrace below the knee, Brian twisted it and rolled away like a log, causing Garrett to come crashing down to earth face first. Without hesitation, Brian used the twisted leg for leverage, folding it up over Garrett's back, while he planted his own left knee deep into the lower section of Garrett's spine.

Due to the broken arm, Garrett would not have enough leverage to push himself up off his stomach and break the hold, let alone push Brian's weight off....

...but Brian wasn't done with him. The opportunities for Garrett's surrender were now expired, null and void. With a snarling fury, Brian kept Garrett's twisted leg hooked within his bent right arm. Brian brought the leg further out of place as he leaned forward with excruciating pressure, knowing Garrett would begin to feel ligaments tearing...all while Brian's knee sank deeper into the lower spine...

...but Brian wasn't done with him. Without word or warning, Brian's left hand grabbed the back of Garrett's head, gathering up a fistful of hair.

With this left-handed hold secured, while the captured leg remained trapped within Brian's right arm....and with Brian's left knee still digging in Garrett's back, keeping the Duke pinned stomach-down....

Brian yanked Garrett's head back by the hair and then shoved it forward, smacking the Duke's forehead hard to the floor. Garrett's face was already a mask of blood from the broken nose, but this didn't stop Brian. He yanked Garrett's head back and did it again. And again. And again. And again, heavily and without cease...no longer able to tell if Garrett was conscious or not...

....and a cold, terrible part of Brian didn't care either way. Garrett had refused to surrender to the "likes of him." Garrett would rather be carried out of the ring...

So be it.

Riddick

02-03-2004, 10:39 PM

****Riddick

Riddick stepped into the ring that Min and Chet had just left an he paced around for a moment. He looked out into the crowd searching for his oppenet, not seeing him he prepared to verbally draw the deputy to the ring.

"Come on Harlond! I aint gonna wait for ya long." Riddick growled out in his gravely voice.

He paced around a few more times, his muscles taught an ready as he waited impatiently pacing from one end of the ring to the other.

Riddick

02-03-2004, 10:42 PM

****Harlond

The crowd began to seperate, one person at a time as the young light haired deputy made his way closer an closer to the ring. Until he came into Riddicks view, his hands unbotton his uniform shirt, he took the badge from the front of the shirt and placed it into the pocket of his matching pants.

"Alright Riddick...you made hatter. You got my attention!" Harlond glared at the naked eyed muscular man pacing the ring.

Riddick's white eyes glared back at him angerly, his chest raised an fell with quick breaths.

Riddick

02-03-2004, 10:45 PM

(I'm gonna post this all together to save myself alot of confusion an it only makes sence. Both Riddick and Harlond belong to me so might as weel put it all in one post. Enjoy~)

****Riddick

The could pinch of anger grew an grew in his chest, an a heavy drop of sweat dripped down the side of his face in antisipation. He glared at the eyes of the young deputy, he could see through them as plainly as if they were clear as plastic wrapping. The cops hidden hatred for Riddick beamed in his eyes, Riddick had killed an not seen justice for his crimes.

Harlond drew closer, pacing his own pattern in the ring an warming up his body. The excon watched him with petty, an suddenly he made a quick move forward an punched Harlond square in the lower part of his throat then counter attacked with his other fist, a punch to the deputys bare ribs.

****Harlond

Harlond turned away and choked holding his throat an gasping for air, the punches he had recieved from Riddick were like being hit with a sledge hammer. Anger began thrived in Harlond suddenly an he wheeled around an kicked Riddick in the side of the knee and brought the brawny convict to his knee. In the same motion Harlond knoted his fists together and pounded them down on the center of Riddicks back an then kicked out again catchin Riddick in the cheek.

****Riddick

Blood oozed in a long stream down the right side of Riddick's face an he let out a heavy breath as he was stricken in the face. He saw another kick coming for his head from the deputy and he grabbed Harlonds leg an twisted it as hard as possible bringing the smaller man to the floor with a hard thud.

Riddick regained his feet from his kneeling poise an strut up quickly to the deputy who was gaining his feet quickly. Sooner then Riddick had antisipated Harlond swung his fists out again aiming for Riddicks ribs, the dull sound of fists an flesh could be heard.

****Harlond

Harlonds fists flew again an again, aiming at Riddick high and low. The convict raised his own fists an protected his face with them an occassionaly released a bone racking pound into an opening.

The fight began to the last, the two men trading punches, twisting an turning away from the other to avoide being pounded. Harlond began to aim higher an was able to land some heavy punches on Riddicks face.

****Riddick

Blood oozed down Riddick face from his cheek an the corner of his eye, Harlond was just as bad off, he pinched his fingers on his nose that bled an he whipped the blood form the corner of his mouth away.

"Forfiet." Riddick growled an swung a punch that landed on the side of Harlonds head an the deputy stumbled back.

But the deputy shook his head in a no answer, an Riddick shook his head in pity for him. He dashed at Harlond an cloths lined him bring him to the floor with a hard thud. Riddick bent his right elbow an dropped himself to the floor with all his weight an came down on the deputys chest.

Harlond burst out in feirce pain as his ribs let out a loud cracking sound. Riddick raised himself back to his feet standing over the deputy who rolled on his side coughing an gasping for air blood running from his open mouth.

"Your done." Riddick said in a low almost whispering voice an he kicked Harlond in the temple an the young deputy went still with unconciousness.

Kristy_DUke

02-03-2004, 11:10 PM

Kristy yells out in fear as she watches her brother being sweeped violently down onto the hard matt. Tears brim her eyes as she watches the blood flow from under his smashed in face as the angry Coltrane violent grabs hold of Garrett through different holds. Rushing protectively to the ring she is once again brushed back, ordered to sit with the rest of the visitors. Anger rushes through her at the gaurd but more so at the Coltrane that shows no mercy. Even angry at her brother for being so stupid as in not surrendering when he knew his chances were shot. That's Garrett for you.

Horrified Kristy stares silently at the matt, at her brother being tightly held down, his face now being shoved angrily down into the matt. She is over come with panic as she forces herself to long breaths, fighting to remember to breath. Watching her brother lie on the matt, showing little use of struggle or any room to struggle, she fights back the thought of how far this fight may take him. Her kids would never forgive her if she had to go home to tell them that they may never see their uncle again. But that's life and she had tried to warn him off, but offer Garrett a fight and he is sure to enter...and not to surrender until the end. The end should have been long ago. "Damn it," she mutters wiping at her tear streaked face.

"Shhh it'll be ok," Kristy jumps in startlement as a strong caring hand lands on her right shoulder. Slowly she glances up to find Uncle Jesse sitting next to her with Luke sitting on her other side.

"It'll be ok?" she snaps looking up at Garrett, "How do you see it bein' OK? Garrett is up there getting his tail kicked...and bad. Who knows how far it will go. Damn him! Him and his damn ego always getting in the way, getting him either hurt or in trouble!"

Both men look at me in amazement to hear my temper through my raised voice before Jesse presses me into him. "I know sweetie," he sighs through, his blue eyes shine in his own worry, "that all is a Duke trait...a negative in most account. Bo is the same way...so was or is your dad. It is up to him."

"One other thing," Luke speaks up besides her, "us Dukes...we all stick together no matter what."

Brian Coltrane

02-04-2004, 03:04 AM

From the corner of his eye, Brian saw the gathering of the Dukes. He tried not to look at them, but Kristy's wail caused his dark eyes to glance briefly her direction. Her tragic expression broke through the red haze of fury in Brian's mind. A man's life was in his hands, and the Duke family was watching.

"@#%&*!!" Brian gritted through his teeth, slamming Garrett's head down for a final time. He sprang up from the wounded Duke, and delivered the coup de grace', driving a boot down hard on Garrett's injured leg, smashing the boot heel into the back of the unprotected knee.

Brian ground the boot into the back of Garrett's kneecap as if he were crushing out a cigarette. Between the twisting the leg had received, and the blow inflicted to the back of the knee, it was unlikely that Garrett would be able to stand up for awhile. At least, not without the aid of a decent crutch.

Whether Garrett was conscious enough to utter a surrender, Brian didn't know. By the looks of the bleeding and broken Duke, it didn't much matter.

Brian looked over one shoulder at the Duke family. He pointed back to Garrett. "Get him outta here," he growled. "Get him out while he's still breathin'."

(cue a Duke )

Kristy_DUke

02-04-2004, 03:41 AM

"Garrett!" Kristy jumps to his feet the moment Brian mutters something about getting him out of there. Defensivly she jumps to her feet, glancing over at Luke and Jesse for help.

Silently Luke nods as he takes a couple of steps forward and motions to someone in the back. Glaring back at Kristy, Kristy seeks the worry that drips from Luke's blue eyes as he places a hand on a post. "Go see if you can find a doctor...someone with some medical experience," he says barely over a whisper, "we will need to get him to a hospital as soon as possible."

Silently Kristy nods as she turns around almost running into Bo who walks up with Cooter. "I'm sorry," Bo fights to hide his worry out of his voice as he draws his sister into a tight hug, "he tried."

"Yeah perhaps," Kristy shrugs before peeling loose to search for a doctor to help her brother as thoughts rush through her head. Running a quick hand over her eyes to attempt to dry her tears and to fight back any tears, she searches the crowded arena.

For a short moment Kristy searches frantically for either a phone or some sort of physician in hope of helping her brother. Abruptly her thoughts draw her up short and she turns around to find Bo, Luke, Cooter, and Jesse in the ring, all kneeling around Garrett's still body that leaks blood like a water fall. "Damn," she says out of frusteration as Luke slowly rolls Garrett's twisted and broken body over as they try to find a way to carry him out of the ring. From where she stands, she hears no yell or gasp of pain leave from Garrett as she had expected to hear from them moving his twisted body.

Slowly she forces herself to turn and search for a phone before slowly finding one. Hurriedly she rushes over there and shoves forcefully on the numbers that connect her to the hospital. As a soft female's voice comes on the line, Kristy explains what happened and where they are in an exasperated voice. With the confirmation that an ambulance is on it's way, Kristy slams down the reciever before she rushes through the path that she had taken.

As she returns to her seat, she finds Garrett laying silently still on the cold floor with Luke and Bo hovering over him. Blood continues to flood from his nose. "H...how is he?" Kristy stutters in fear to hear the answer. "I called for an ambulance."

Luke nods in acknowledgement as he pulls out a handkerchief that is quickly drenched in Garrett's blood as he attempts to put it to his swollen nose. "I don't know...unconscience at the moment," Luke slowly answers, "He's having a difficult time breathing through the blood and his broken nose."

Kristy nods slowly in understanding as a single tear slowly streaks down her right cheek as she weakly finds a seat near by, where she is soon accompanied by Jesse and Cooter; who attempts to comfort her.

Breyer Duke

02-04-2004, 04:52 PM

"Alright Rosco you old hound dog. We havent got all day, step up here before I drag my own brother up here an give him a lickin."

Another dark haired Duke had stepped into the ring to try his hand at a Coltrane. Breyer Duke stood in the center of the ring, sweat dripped down his face in nervousness, built heavy an shorter then Chet his twin brother. Chet stood by the ring giving his brother a cold glare whiler holding some ice to the back of his head from his own battle.

MaryAnne

02-05-2004, 01:24 AM

Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane was no doubt the oldest participant in the tough man contest. And he was probably a fool but he had a point to make. Despite his age over his opponent Breyer Duke, Rosco made sure to show up in full uniform, sans his gun belt, as weapons were not allowed in the fight, and Lord knows Rosco wouldn't have wanted his gun to end up in the wrong hands. Although he would have to shed half of it before battle, there was something about the full uniform that was imposing to say the least. Rosco had spent most of the morning shining brass and polishing his boots, and as he pulled himself up onto the apron of the ring he hardly seemed familar to the crowd that had gathered to watch the events.

Rosco stood for a moment, saber blue eyes looking across the ring at Breyer from beneath his black stetson. The Sheriff's expression was serious. He had watched parts of the two previous battles from the window of the courthouse and if those were any indication, he knew he was in for a tough fight. And if he wasn't careful, it could very well end up his last fight.

But any of those thoughts were well concealed under the grim expression he wore. Before he could respond to Breyer's "old hound dog" comment, Cully was suddenly jumping up onto the ring apron. He climbed through the ropes and stood in the middle of the ring, grinning. He had no microphone but his voice would carry just fine.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!! In this corner, weighing in at one hun'red and ninety pounds, from Hazzard County Georgia... Breyer, the Bruiser, Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuke!!"

The crowd cheered as Cully pointed toward Breyer.

"And in this corner, weighing in at an amazing one hun'red and sixty pounds, soaking wet, from Hazzard County Georgia, Rosco, the Rebel Rouser, Col-traaaaaaaaaaaannnne!!"

A respectable cheer came from the crowd. Cully walked over to Rosco.

"Thought I'd try to lighten things up a little bit...ya sure you wanna do this?"

Rosco looked at Cully and nodded.

"I still think we shoulda swapped and have me take your place."

Rosco shook his head, no.

Cully sighed. "Awright then... remember what I told ya. I've been in enough bar room brawls you could at least take my advice!"

Rosco nodded. "I'll remember."

Cully patted Rosco on the arm and climbed out of the ring. Rosco then removed his hat, uniform jacket and uniform shirt, handing the items down to Cully. Wearing just his white t-shirt, black pants and boots, Rosco climbed through the ropes and entered the ring.

"Awright, Breyer..." Rosco said, looking at the young Duke, every sense alert, every muscle ready for whatever was about to transcribe. "The old hound dog is here..."

Breyer Duke

02-05-2004, 02:13 AM

"Come on old man I dont wanna hurt you." Breyer began to cyrcle like the leader of a pack of wolves.

"Forfeit while ya got the chance." Breyer.

He continued his cyrcle around the sherif awaiting the mans move, unlike his wiz-ass brother he chose to wait an let his oppenet strike first. There was no hurry, he falt he had all night to wait.

MaryAnne

02-05-2004, 12:37 PM

Rosco countered Breyer's circling, turning to keep the young Duke within in his sight. "Well, ain't you kind, don't wanna hurt the old man...." Rosco let Breyer circle a couple more times before he lunged toward the Duke, grabbing him around the mid section and knocking him down to the floor. Rosco then quickly grabbed Breyer's left arm and turned it behind the Duke's back, keeping a knee planted squarely in Breyer's back and forcing the Duke to nearly kiss the floor.

"I, on the other hand, ain't so particular. Now, what were you saying about forfeiting?"

Breyer Duke

02-05-2004, 08:41 PM

Breyer layed helplessly pinned to the floor of the ring in the sherifs police hold, a hold that there werent many ways out of. He lifted his head as much as he could an tried to put up with his arm that was pinned under him. Then he began to think a moment, what would happen if he went on to the next round? Who would he fight?

After all he had been talked into entering this contest, he was much of a fighter. He had always been known to his family as the lover not the fighter...unlike his sibling. Now the question was forfeit or battle to get outta the sherifs hold....

MaryAnne

02-06-2004, 12:47 PM

Rosco kept the pressure on the hold, keeping his knee firmly dug into Breyer's back and pulling on the arm just enough to be highly uncomfortable for the young Duke. Rosco kept his right hand at the base of Breyer's neck, pushing down and not allowing the Duke any leverage.

The crowd was getting into it, some rooting for Breyer to try to break the hold, others rooting for Rosco to keep the pressure on.

"That's it, Rosco!" Cully called. "You can keep him down like that all day!"

Rosco continued to concentrate on keeping the Duke down in the text book police hold. In fact it was so text book, Rosco couldn't resist giving a Miranda warning, altered for the situation though.

"You have the right to remain pinned to the floor. Any further moves you make will be countered in a very uncomfortable way. You have the right to forfeit. If you chose not to forfeit....well, I can sit here with my knee in yer back all day. KHEE!"

Breyer Duke

02-06-2004, 05:15 PM

Breyer wasnt sure what the next round would bring if he could manage to take Rosco out, he considered the other contests. Min Duke, Brian Coltrane an the excon Riddick. In Breyers mind that was some thick carmel, an he wasnt looking forward to battling any of the others. But it wasnt in his Duke blood to give up, exspecially to the likes of the Hazzard County law. A smirk crossed his face barely visible under Roscos hand that pressed his head down.

"You think you've got me dont ya old man...." Breyer said through the uncomfortable hold.

Suddenly he tucked his knees under himself even though Rosco's knee dug into his back painfully, an like a spring he released his legs. Breyer bucked the sherif forward with all his strength throwing the older man off balance an at the same time twisting his arm out of the uncomfortable hold. He grabbed the sherif's arm and gave it a pull causing the unbalanced elder man to be pulled to the floor.

As quickly as possible Breyer got to his feet and kicked Rosco in the side of the ribs, then backed away to allow him to get up off the floor....if he could.

"Nice little song there Sherif...but I got one of my own." Breyer smirked.

"Badboys, badboys whatcha gonna do, watcha gonna do when we get away from you." The young Duke laughed aloud at his own twist of lyrics but kept his eyes trained on the sherif.

MaryAnne

02-08-2004, 02:56 AM

Rosco rolled on the floor, wrapping his arm around his rib and fighting to breathe normally. He closed his eyes hard, his entire face scrunching up at the pain Breyer afflicted from the kick to the ribs. "*%#@!" he spat.

"C'mon, Rosco!" Cully called. "C'mon..." Cully didn't like it. Rosco looked wounded. Badly.

Rosco opened his eyes and looked around the ring, seeing where Breyer was at. Hearing the Duke's laughter, and realing from the kick to the ribs, Rosco realized that trying to fight fair was more than likely going to just get him to lose his teeth. Not only was he going to have to use his police training, he was going to have use old fashioned country fighting skills.

Rosco found Breyer out of the corner of his eye, judging the distance between the two of them. He rolled a little more, appearing to be mortally wounded and found his lungs were starting to work right again. Just when it looked like the Sheriff was going to stay down for good, he suddenly rolled across the floor toward the Duke. He swung a leg out and caught Breyer directly in the knee, slamming the boot heel hard against Breyer's knee cap.

Breyer stumbled and tried to stay standing. Rosco kicked out again, this time catching Breyer behind the knee with the toe of his boot and knocking it out from under the Duke, bringing the young man down to the floor.

As quickly as he could, Rosco sat his weight across Breyer's chest and landed a good punch to Breyer's face, hitting him square in the jaw. Another hit followed and then a crushing blow to Breyer's neck, just below the adam's apple.

It was a move so unexpected that even Cully flinched. Instinctively he put his hand to his own throat and could only imagine the choking feeling such a hit could make.

Rosco didn't waste any time on gloating this time. He held his fist against Breyer's neck, applying the pressure for a moment. Breyer gagged and tried to move to break Rosco's hold and leverage but the Sheriff wouldn't let him. Despite the pain in his side, Rosco stood up and yanked Breyer up by his arm. He then threw Breyer across the ring, sending the Duke into the ropes in a heap and then collapsing onto the floor of the ring.

Before Breyer could recover, Rosco returned a kick to the ribs and then got down on his knees and pushed Breyer out of the ring under the bottom rope, sending him crashing down to the ground.

Rosco stepped to the ropes and looked down at Breyer. "Well now bad boy... what are YOU gonna do?!" Rosco flicked the top rope with his hand and backed away to the middle of the ring and waited...

Breyer Duke

02-08-2004, 03:51 AM

Breyer Duke crashed to the floor stomach down a tight hand aorund his battered throat, coughing an gaging. He layed on the floor for a moment an then pressed himself to his hands an knees raises his other hand to the sherif in surrender. Unlike his brother and uncel he would not fight until he was beatin bloody an unconcious. He had more brains then that.

"I forfeit!" Breyer said through a choked voice sitting back on his butt on the floor his chest heaving an a hand to to throat an the other to his ribs.

Riddick

02-08-2004, 03:56 AM

Alright folks on to the next round. Were getting near the end, lets hear some more cheering and rooting for your friends. Heres the next round of matches.

Rosco vs. Min
Riddick vs. Brian

Brian Coltrane

02-08-2004, 09:11 PM

After watching Garrett Duke get hauled away in the ambulance, Brian had turned his attention to the fight between Rosco and Breyer. He witnessed the battle in silence, standing near Cully, offering his presence in support of Rosco's efforts.

It was with grim satisfaction that Brian watched Rosco apply some brutal cop-tactics against Breyer. Ol' Rosco had a mean streak that was making itself known in short order. When Breyer surrendered, Brian felt pride in his cousin's victory, and also relief that Rosco was leaving the ring intact.

Garrett had not been as fortunate. In fact, every round had contained a savagery that was beyond expectation. For himself, Brian felt no stirrings of guilt for what he had done to his earlier opponent. Humanity was locked away, forced aside by the need to fight and survive. There were no half-measures in these situations.

As Rosco left the ring and met up with Cully, Brian stayed with them long enough to make sure Rosco was alright. Their eyes met for a moment, each expression holding congratulations and concern to the other. Then, as the next rounds were announced, Brian gave a single nod to Rosco and turned away. They each had another battle to face, and each of them had to prepare for it.

Riddick

02-09-2004, 01:58 AM

Mean while a darkly dressed muscular figure stood in the back of the crowd near the anouncers booth preparing to work his way through the crowd. He looked down at the ring, empyting his pockets into a duffle bag an taking a long drink of water. Dark colored stiches stood out on his cheek against his unusual white pupiled eyes that staired seriously towards the ring.

Riddick placed his water bottle into his duffle bag an tucked the bag away out of sight, it was intermission time. The crowd was in the middle of getting there refills of beer and snacks, the sound of people talking an moving around echoed through the building. But Riddick didnt hear them his mind swirled with thoughts an he concentrated on what he was about to do an wondered what would come of it. He streached his arms high above his head listening to his sholders an back crack, bending his elbows he pulled his black muscle shirt off over his head. His chest scared an tattoos scattered about here an there, a fresh tattoo of an outline of a red rose stood out the most, placed directly over his dry-ice cold heart.

Tossing his shirt with his bag he shook the thoughts from his head an began to make his way through the crowd slowly but not hesitantly. Some people who had been contestants or family of contestants lingered around the ring awaiting the next round an conversing with whom ever.

Brian Coltrane

02-09-2004, 05:14 AM

Brian spent a few minutes washing up and replacing his tattered wardrobe. A fresh black t-shirt was pulled over his chest, and he put on his black leather jacket. At some point, he would have to take it off again...but he preferred to make his entrance with it on.

The jacket's weight was reassuring as it hung open over his shoulders and covered his back. It was a part of him, and it had seen him through many fights and deadly confrontations in the past. Therefore, he wore it now as he approached the ring.

His boot steps were even and sure; his spine was straight and his shoulders high. His bearing was one of cool resolve as he walked through the crowd. Though is body contained some aches from the fight Garrett had given him, Brian felt ready to face his next opponent.

An opponent he knew well. He and Riddick had clashed in Hazzard for a long time; they had fought at nearly every opportunity. Eventually, a peace had been agreed upon between them...but perhaps the peace just wasn't meant to be. For the moment Riddick joined him in the ring, they would be enemies once again. And every blow exchanged was capable of opening old wounds.

More...they were each capable of destroying the other. This fact resounded through Brian's mind. His dark eyes were fixed forward and his face was emotionless, but those who knew him well caught the brief glimpses his eyes made in the direction of friends and kin.

Finally, Brian entered the ring. He was alone in it, for the moment, and he paced around slowly, restless like a caged panther. He soon noticed Riddick finishing his own preparations and moving towards the ring.

Brian stopped pacing. He now stood motionless, except for the breeze that caught his hair and gently stirred it. His turned his face to the wind and held his head high, basking in the warmth of the sun and in the caress of the wind. It was a last moment of peace.

For one of them would not be leaving the ring under their own power.

(Cue Riddick.)

Riddick

02-09-2004, 05:44 AM

Stepping through the crowd alittle at a time Riddick slowly made his way towards the ring, he could see Brian his opponent already standing there. Riddick glanced at the ring only for a moment then returned his eyes to the crowd that he was making his way through.

He wasnt gonna lie to himself, he knew the chances that he was taking stepping into that ring in a few minutes. An he knew what it could coast both of them, but he had never backed down to anyone even in the face of death without question. So with that in mind he took a deep breath an let it out cracking his neck from said to side coming down to the ring so that he was only a few feet from its edge.

There was truely no telling what was going to happen when he stepped into that ring, wisely he walked around the outter edge coming to the fartherest corner away from the one that Brian stood in. He raised his eyes taking the ropes in his hands an pulling himself up into the ring by ducking under the first rope of three.

The sun beat in warm on his sholders an he half turned towards the sun to get the rays outta his sensitive eyes. The sun was going to complicate things for him an make everything alittle more uncomfortable. But he wasnt here for comfort an he wasnt there to have fun, he though to himself forcing himself to turn towards the light and towards the Coltrane. Riddick leaned in the corner of the ring flexing alittle and warming up his cold muscles with some small movement.

When he felt ready he stepped forward with purely serious eyes, his dark eyebrows low an his white pupile eyes slightly narrowed. He stood with his back strait, the muscles in his arms, back, chest an stomach taught an tight with antisipation.

(cue: Brian)

Brian Coltrane

02-09-2004, 06:29 AM

"Fancy meetin' you here," Brian drawled. He gave a smile to Riddick and took a few steps closer, pacing around just short of arm's reach. Keeping an eye on Riddick, Brian spoke to him casually.

"This reminds me of the old days, when you were bound n' determined to get the better of me. I guess nothin's changed, man. I think a part of ya was nevah gonna be satisfied until you went for it one more time."

Chuckling ruefully, Brian shook his head. "An' now it's come down to this, after we've learned how to get along. You know damn well I can't surrender to you, Riddick. No more than you can surrender to me."

Turning away slightly, Brian took off his jacket. His motions were slow, almost reluctant. "Ah didn't want this fight, Riddick...." He held the leather jacket in his hand and hesitated, as if on the cusp of a last decision...

Suddenly, Brian spun in place and whipped the leather jacket at Riddick's face, hurling it with an open-handed pitch with all the strength of his arm behind it. Immediately, Brian pounced, the jacket no sooner hitting Riddick's face than Brian leapt upon him with a high tackle, knocking the big man over and keeping the jacket pressed over his face.

Brian sank a knee into Riddick's chest, pushed the jacket hard against Riddick's face, and denied the man air....but only for a few seconds, just enough to let the instinctive panic of the blinding, suffocating move unnerve his enemy. Riddick was now giving struggle, and this was no more then the opening feint....

Brian whipped the jacket off Riddick's face abruptly and let the sunlight glare down without warning into Riddick's white eyes. Such was the dramatic change in light, that Riddick didn't immediately see the coiled fist Brian had ready...

...and the fist was unleashed heavily into one eye of Riddick's and then the other with rapid, snakelike strikes. "YIELD!" Brian snarled, sending another blow to hammer down on the sensitive eyes.

(cue Riddick....)

Riddick

02-09-2004, 11:35 PM

The sudden sunlight had stunned Riddick and blinded him, it had nearly impossible for him to see Brian's fists until he had stricken him two or three times. Riddick raised his fists and protected his face with his lower arms struggling to dodge the Coltrane's blows. He had struggled emeditly an panicked for aie when the lether jacket had covered his face.

An now Riddick had regained control an come out of his panick still dodging the fists of Brian Coltrane. He risked a glance at his attacker opening his eyes for a moment, a moment was all he needed. Now he knew the exact position of Brian head, neck and chest.

Riddick lowered his arms suddenly and leashed out with both hands taking hold of the front of Brian's shirt. Although Brain's knee pressed against Riddick's chest holding him down he bent his head forward veering away from one of Brian's fists. He drew the Coltrane down by the font of his shirt and bent his head forward with a quick forcefull head but.

Riddick's forhead came down on the upper part of Brian's nose as hard as he could. Knowing that the sudden blow to the face would throw Brian off course momentarly. Riddick twisted his body in a hurry tensing his stomach muscles against Brian's knee. He forced him off to the side and onto the floor.

Furiously Riddick raised his foot and kicked Brian away while raising himself up to his hands and knees. He blinked his eyes still seeing spots and feeling pain in them as he got to his feet taking up a fighting stance with his fists raised high to potect his face.

(Cue Brian~)

Brian Coltrane

02-10-2004, 04:37 AM

Brian rolled away with the kick and sprang to his feet. His nose stung painfully, and he gave a deep intake of breath to sniff back the blood. But his expression bore a jackal's smile, and he laughed low and deep in his chest as he circled Riddick.

Brian remained out of arm's reach, pacing quickly, lunging in with jabs only to dance back without landing a blow. A whiff of air could be heard as Brian's arm shot forward in another feint; there was both speed and power being demonstrated in the moves. Yet he didn't close in on Riddick...not yet. He was keeping the larger man on guard, keeping him on the defensive, forcing him to protect himself from a threat that never landed....

Unexpectedly, Brian jogged backwards a couple of steps and abruptly pulled off his black t-shirt. He twisted it lengthwise between his hands, then dove forward and snapped it like a whip, striking Riddick's unprotected stomach. Instantly, Brian jumped back, twisted the shirt and snapped it again. It was maddening, distracting...the blows landed with a sting on Riddick's bare skin, irritating as hell. The shirt snapped towards Riddick's face, cracking an inch from one eye, making the big man flinch.

The strategy seemed unfathomable, however, from a physical standpoint. The snapping shirt caused Riddick's skin to sting, but it couldn't possibly knock him out, and sooner or later he'd be successful in grabbing it away. In fact, Riddick was reacting quickly, on to the game....

....and Brian snapped the shirt at Riddick's face once more, and Riddick's white eyes were fixed upon it, ready to grab it....and this was exactly when Brian jumped forward and issued a fast snap-kick with his left leg into Riddicks’ gut, lashing it out with the snap of the shirt in a synchronized move. The kick sent Riddick falling down once more.

This time, Brian didn't follow him to the floor to complete the attack. He simply found Riddick's right hand and stomped down on it with his boot heel, as if trying to drive in a nail. There was a short, sickening crunch that spelled cracked knuckles.

Brian sprang back and moved away, still holding the black shirt. He put distance between himself and Riddick and waited for his enemy to stand again.

He no longer invited him to surrender.

(cue Riddick...)

Riddick

02-10-2004, 03:56 PM

There was nothing Riddick could do to pull his hand out from under Brian's boot heal. Pain shot through his hand an he released a cry of agony an hung his head between his sholders grimacing in pain. He could hear the bones in his hand crackle and feel them break through his skin. Only as Brian stepped away was Riddick able to pull his hand away and hold it close to his chest not emeditly raising to his feet. Riddick looked at his wounded hand, he found know movement in it, he would have to finish out the rest of the fight one handed.

Riddick glanced at Brian outta the corner of his eye knowing that he was being carefully watched. He brought his knee under himself slowly as if he was simply going to get to his feet. But suddenly he rolled over onto his side, kicking out a carefully aimed foot an stricking Brian in the side of the knee. The quick move hadn't given Brian a chance to escape the the direct force of Riddick's kick and his knee gave way cracking as Riddick's hand had.

In a hurry Riddick gained his feet an dashed forward tackling him to the ground face first onto his chest. Riddick waisted know time in stradling Brian and holding him down with his masive weight. He pinned Brian's hands at his sides with his knees and took hold of his hair on the back of his head. Riddick smashed Brian's face into the floor twice as hard as he could one handed then locked his muscular left arm around Brian's neck. He tipped Brian's head back putting pressure on his jugular and threatening his neck. Riddick held him there breathing out a hot breath in his ear.

"Move a muscle...an I'll snap your neck faster then you can blink...." Riddick's Yankee voice growled low and lethely.

"Thats not a threat....thats a promise..."

(Cue Brian )

Brian Coltrane

02-11-2004, 04:49 AM

"Does it LOOK like ah can move?" Brian coughed out. Dazed from the hard blows of his face to the floor, and with Riddick's weight pinning him, Brian concentrated on the main objective...which at the moment, involved breathing. He gave another cough, and uttered a low moan of pain. The situation felt hopeless.

Surrender wasn't an option. Brian knew if Riddick snapped his neck...a possibility very real at the moment...then Rosco or Min would be forced to face this big goon.

Brian shut his eyes for a moment, drew in a slow, shuddering breath, and gave himself a final moment to think. His enemy's weight was heavy on him, and his arms were pinned to his sides by Riddick's legs...his neck, dangerously trapped by Riddick's strong left arm...

But Riddick's right hand was broken and he couldn't be bracing his balance with it all that well....it was going to be risky, tho'....

Brian opened his dark eyes, gritted his teeth, and with a furious snarl, turned his right wrist and made a clawed grab for the hamstring muscle in Riddick's right leg, gouging it and twisting. At the same time, Brian raised his right shoulder up and tilted Riddick to the left, forcing Riddick's left elbow down into the floor.

Brian broke free of the neck-hold at the same time Riddick pulled the hamstrung leg loose, but this was fine. The progressive momentum of the roll to the left had done the job; and Brian, now rolling with his back over Riddick's chest, backhanded his right fist to smash into Riddick's face. Brian followed this up instantly by rolling off the big man...but not before he drove his left elbow hard into Riddick's groin.

This made Riddick roar in pain, and curl forward in an attempt to protect the area....which was what Brian wanted. He shoved his left elbow back square into Riddick's right eye, knocking Riddick's head back, and gauranteeing a swollen eye that would be hard to see with.

Brian scrambled away on all fours, hauling himself upright with the aid of the ring ropes. The knee Riddick had kicked was screwed up and giving him trouble; he couldn't completely put his weight on the leg. But he could limp, and this is what Brian did, getting as far away from Riddick as possible. He stayed to the inside perimeter of the ring and used the ropes to aid his orderly retreat. He had to regroup and evaluate the damage...

His leg hurt, his face hurt, he ached all over, and Riddick had made a promise to kill him. Other than that, he was fine...

But on Riddick's part...the right side of the big man's body had taken much damage. A broken hand, an injured hamstring, and a fast-closing eye...all on the right side. Riddick may not have realized it yet, but he was effectively cut in half. The hit to the groin had been a bonus.

"You...shoulda...called it...off..." Brian panted, watching his enemy struggle to get up.

(cue Riddick.)

Riddick

02-11-2004, 10:36 PM

Like wise to Brian, Riddick crawled to the corner of the ring as far awar from his oppennant as he possibly could. The pain in his groin was subsiding enough for him to get to his feet and take in the other damage he had suffered. Riddick pulled himself up with his left hand, tightly gripping the ropes. On his feet he found his right leg in pain and his vision blurred from the blow to his right eye. Riddick growled to himself, he was at even more of a disadvantage even though Brian too limped.

Riddick looked at the Coltrane, blood oozing from both of there wounds, both of them in deep pain an agony. But Riddick knew that he couldnt stop, he couldnt let Brian win, a million moves ran through Riddick's head. He could feel the blood dripping down his right hand, the hand that was completely useless to him now and possibly for the rest of his life.
Slowly a curled smirk crossed his face, a dangerous wild eyed look of a pleased idea and plan forming in his head.

He limped forward towards Brian until he was only two feet away and he looked him directly in the eye stairing hard. His right eye swelled into a narrowed slit, his left eye wide with wildness. Suddenly he brought his left fist up into Brian's chin without warning, connecting with his jaw at the same time bringing his knee up into Brian's groin.

Brian doubled over in pain covering his groin with both hands. Riddick took a limping step forward and put his left arm tightly around Brian's neck again, this time a new plan other then trying to strangle the Coltrane. Riddick stood off to Brian's side slightly so that Brian's sholder pressed against the base of Riddick's left arm. Weighing 260lbs Riddick threw his own weight backwards colasping onto his back, taking Brian face first into the hard floor with him.

The floor colided with Brian's face, Riddicks weight driving them together with brute force. Releasing the hold on Brian's neck Riddick rolled over once an onto his back again raising his strong left foot with a carefully aimed boot. He struck out releasing his coiled foot with all his strength smashing Brian in the side of the head an then again in the ribs. Again Riddick rolled away this time pulling himself to his feet again with the aid of the ropes, watching Brian an catching his own breath. Sweat mixed with the blood on own his face from his now open stiches and ran down dripping onto his sholders.

(Cue Brian....if ya think ya can handle it.)

Brian Coltrane

02-12-2004, 09:38 AM

The edges of Brian's vision went black. The velvet drapes of unconsciousness were threatening to shut, drawing the last act to a close with no encore.

There was a ringing, roaring sound in his ears, and the floor felt as if it were slowly spinning beneath him. It was impossible to draw a breath without pain; his ribs were battered, his face was beaten, and his breathing, when he recognized it as his own, was a low rasp.

Riddick was killing him. Somehow, the big goon wasn't as affected by his injuries as Brian would have expected, and seemed to be throwing him around at will. Coltrane stock was looking bearish and it was time to sell.

Brian used his arms to push his upper body off the floor. He drew his good leg up beneath him, then reached out for the ring ropes to help pull himself upright.

He stood there, staring at Riddick through swimming vision, breathing through his teeth. His body rocked slightly with the exertion of his own breath. His dark hair was disheveled, matted with sweat and blood, and the adrenaline surged through him with such force as to make his muscles twitch and quiver.

Standing a few feet away was Riddick, who was eyeing him with a look of wariness but also expected victory. Having pancaked the Coltrane like a Sunday breakfast, Riddick looked ready to clean the plate. All he needed was to hear was Brian's surrender...

...and Brian knew Riddick was waiting for those words. Brian could read the thought on the big man's face plainly....and he gave an audible answer.

"Nevah!" Brian heaved out, as the fire his dark eyes flared anew. "Do you hear me, you @#%&* mis-be-gotten @#$%&* corn-fed @#$%* !!?"

Brian braced his weight on his good leg, leaning back against the springy ropes of the ring. He bent the knee of his good leg, coiling up the muscle...and then he rocked himself back against the ropes, letting them throw him forward, as he powered his weight from his good leg, flying forward into a handspring. Both his palms slapped the floor and he pushed his arms against it for all he was worth, swinging his legs up overhead into a forward flip...sending the boot heel of his good leg to connect into Riddick's face with the descent.

Riddick fell and so did Brian; but Brian's momentum carried him forward to land advantageously, while Riddick was knocked flat on his back. Riddick's broken right hand and weak right leg were not going to permit him a quick recovery to his feet. Brian didn't need much time anyway...

...he scissored his upper legs around Riddick's neck, clamping his thigh muscles into a vice-like lock. He grabbed Riddick's left wrist and pinned it back against the floor, leaning his weight down, his upper legs squeezing Riddick's neck...and this left Brian a free hand to do the damage with.

With calculated brutality, Brian drove a fist hard into Riddick's left eye, sending several quick blows in rapid order, blinding his opponent by abrasing the eye and making it swell shut. Depriving his enemy of vision had been Brian's tactic at the outset; and now, he completed that mission. He kept Riddick in the hold and pummeled the face, the temple, the jaw, slightly slower now, with a heavy, hammering fist meant for knockout.

Brian didn't stop to see what this was doing to his enemy. The red haze was thick in his mind, the fury of battle possessing him. He was not going to stop. He couldn't stop...he couldn't take the risk. Was Riddick still breathing? Brian didn't know. His legs were still tightly clamped around Riddick's neck. Blood was on Brian's fist...

And he didn't hear anything but the sound of his own heart, beating furiously, echoing in his ears and drowning out the crowd. He was aware of nothing other than the pain in his own body and who had put it there. He was beyond reason, control, and restraint, having been maddened by this enemy more than once. He had been fighting him forever, the reasons no longer mattered....

(Cue...Riddick....)

Riddick

02-12-2004, 10:24 PM

Hazzard County's old boxing ring fell silent, and the world all around it seemed to do the same. The boxing ring floor turning slowly to crimson around Riddick and Brian. A sickening sound could barely be herd over Brian's heavy breathing, but his oppenant did not breath out heavly. Riddick simply lay still, his neck pinched tightly between Brian's thighs. His shattered right hand lay as still as did his hole body, at his side.

Riddick's face that was still being hammered on by Brian's fists. His face a complete smear of blood, small thick streams of blood streamed down his face. Deep laserations on his forhead, face and sides of his head. His nose slit up the side around his notril an his lips cracked open.

His chin tipped back as far as his oxygen deprived throat would allow. But deep inside his big dry-ice cold heart pounded against his thick chest and his thick blood still pultsed through his veins weakly. All the same he lay still not moving, his head and mind dark with unconciousness.

(Cue Brian...)

Brian Coltrane

02-13-2004, 04:57 AM

Brian's fist was raw-knuckled and stained red. Despite this, he hit Riddick until his own arm ached from the repeated motion. The exertion of his brutal punishment upon Riddick was finally wearing on his own battered body.

Brian gave thought to changing his hold on Riddick, in order to continue...and in the brief pause where he stayed his hand, fist raised....

...he saw the evidence of his opponent's condition. It didn't seem possible that this was the same man. Riddick looked like an accident victim...

...but the injuries had been caused deliberately. Brian felt the stirrings of cold reality cutting through the red haze in his mind. Riddick was no longer a threat to him...

Brian released the hold his legs had around Riddick's neck, moving off the unconscious man. Now that he had stopped the attack, all the pain and exhaustion of his own body was making itself known as the adrenaline seeped away. He knew full well he had just been beating an unconscious man...nearly to death.

Feeling sickened and weak, and trembling from the change in his emotional climate, Brian forced back the nausea that filled him. But when he coughed, it became a dry, painful heave. He hunched over, motionless on his hands and knees, and let the wave pass. Then slowly, with an agony that was beyond physical pain, Brian crawled to the ropes and pulled himself up.

Looking back at him were the aghast faces of the town. Victory was his, but nobody felt like celebrating it. The crowd had come to see a fight, but no one had expected murder to nearly unfold in front of their eyes.

Brian gestured towards Riddick's motionless body, and in a hoarse voice that struggled through his labored breathing, said: "Help him."

With that, Brian turned away, limping to retrieve his leather jacket which had been left upon the floor. He picked it up, slung it over one bare shoulder, and exited the ring.

He limped through the crowd, ignoring the muttering and the stares....

And in the ring, medical personnel removed a bloody warrior who had refused to surrender...but had lost just the same.

(cue anybody )

MaryAnne

02-14-2004, 03:14 AM

Rosco watched as Brian left the ring and he gestured to Cully to go give Brian a hand if he needed it. Cully nodded and followed after the young Coltrane.

Medical personnel carried Riddick out of the ring and Rosco waited several minutes, allowing a sufficient intermission to pass before he climbed up into the ring. He stood wearing his uniform shirt untucked and unbuttoned over his white t-shirt. Over all that was his uniform jacket. Obviously the look wasn't as intimidating as the spit n' polish image he had tried to maintain when he first arrived. But he wasn't worried about that right now. Instead there was another round to go, although he was a little apprehensive about this one. He had watched Min's fight against Chet and the Sheriff was thinking where one Duke didn't get him, perhaps another would. As the only woman in the contest, Min Duke had certainly proved her worth in that round.

"Awwwwwwright, Min, ya Duke Hellcat. I know yer out there..."

His blue eyes scanned the crowd....

MinDuke

02-14-2004, 03:42 AM

"Excuse me-- beg your pardon--"

Min worked her way through the bustling crowd finally making it to the ring. She saw the Sheriff peering down at her and she swallowed hard as she climbed the side steps and slipped through the ropes. Though she wore the same fighting clothes she wore when she faced Chet, her face betrayed other intentions than fighting.

"I'm here Rosco--"

MaryAnne

02-15-2004, 01:56 AM

Rosco looked at her across the ring and took a deep breath. It was apparent in the faces of both contestants that neither of them really wanted to fight the other. But Rosco knew that both of them had signed up for this thing, knowing pretty much what they were getting into and he respected her for stepping into the ring to begin with.

But Rosco couldn't help but feel awkward about fighting with her. Maybe it was because she was a girl, but he had seen her fight with Chet. He knew she could hold her own. But still it felt odd.

However, they had an obligation. Rosco turned slightly and removed his uniform jacket, bundling it up and leaving it at the foot of one of the ring posts. His shirt joined it and he turned back to Min.

"I just want you to know Min, that no matter what happens you have my complete and total respect."

Rosco stood and waited for her reply....

(cue Min!)

MinDuke

02-15-2004, 02:17 AM

Min watched the Sheriff prepare to do battle, his face bore a bit of a sad expression that she no doubt mirrored. She had a score to settle with Chet, it had been no problem at all fighting him but things were different now. She had no issues with Rosco and shook her head taking a step back.

"Rosco--I appreciate the respect and all but I can't. I can't fight you. You're practically kin to me and I respect you way too much to raise my fists against you." She swallowed hard and raised her chin.

"I'm afraid I have to forfeit."

MaryAnne

02-16-2004, 02:20 AM

Rosco stared at her for a moment. He was about to ask if she was sure, but he already knew the answer. From the way she stood and the sureness in her voice, he knew. She was sure.

Rosco drew in a shakey breath and nodded, accepting the forfeit. He then stepped toward her, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. He said nothing, meeting her eyes for only a moment before he stepped back.

Now that meant the contest had come down to two. Coltrane vs. Coltrane....

MinDuke

02-16-2004, 06:29 AM

Min saw the look in Rosco's eyes and a smile came to her face. She had done the right thing, there was no doubt at all about that. Taking a step forward she opened her arms and put them around Rosco in a gentle embrace.

"You fight Brian next--I wish you two didnt have to--" She whispered before releasing the hug. It was time to leave the ring but the truth was she didnt want to, especially with the impending battle between the two Coltrane men. A battle no one seemed to be looking forward too, if the tension in the air was any indication.

Finally she turned and climbed down from the ring, taking her seat beside Alex in the first row. She watched Rosco in the squared circle and swallowed hard, soon Brian would arrive and the fight would begin.

Brian Coltrane

02-16-2004, 08:13 AM

While Riddick was being removed from the ring, and during the intermission that preceded Min and Rosco’s meeting, Brian had retired to nearby facilities to clean himself up…and to assess damage.

The water that he sloughed over his face and body rinsed away with a red tint. His hands would not altogether come clean from the crimson stains that coated them.

A gaze in the mirror showed his face as a map of abrasions. It was the look in his own eyes, however, that startled him. Pain clouded the expression in them, and his pupils were wide with the fixed stare of a wounded animal. And yet, there was something darker than usual about the brown color within…as if his soul had retreated from witnessing the violent acts of his body.

Violent acts had been visited upon him as well, and he shifted his weight on his good leg as he washed at the sink. He couldn’t remember when he’d been hurt this bad in a weaponless fight. His ribs were bruised, and it wouldn’t have surprised him if one or two had cracked. His knee was killing him, and any part of his body that wasn’t burning with pain, simply felt numb.

The sound of the crowd outside was suddenly one of applause. Rosco’s round was over already; and the lack of noise beforehand was indication of a peaceful forfeit. Whoever had won, Brian would face that person in the final round. He had only a few minutes to be ready; but Lord, he could barely stand, let alone fight…

Brian turned the faucet to cold water and dunked his head under it, soaking his hair and shocking himself to try and recover. Turning the faucet off, he shook the water from his hair and hand-combed it. He might be limping into the ring only to fall over on his face, but at least he’d have dignity right up until then.

He limped to the small bench where his duffel bag lay, and took out his last black t-shirt. He pulled it on slowly, his ribs protesting the movement. At one point, his balance shifted to the bad leg, and the resulting spike of pain caused him to give a sharp gasp. Cursing softly, Brian leaned against the wall to get the pain under control…and it was then he noticed that he wasn’t alone….

StuntMan23

02-17-2004, 12:02 AM

Cully had seen Brian seek temporary refuge in those nearby facilities and following Rosco's request, he was going to help Brian all he could. He made a detour to his Grand Prix, parked near the courthouse, and retrieved a small duffel bag from the trunk. He hefted the bag over his shoulder and closed the trunk, turning back in the direction of the facilities Brian had disappeared to.

He had heard Brian's sharp gasp when he entered and when his eyes met the sight, he saw as Brian leaned against the wall.

"Looks like Dr. Cully arrived just in time..."

Brian Coltrane

02-17-2004, 01:20 AM

"In time for what?" Brian answered heavily. "I ain't done fightin' yet, Cully. I gotta git back out there in a couple minutes. So as much as ah appreciate the thought of medical attention...it's gonna halfta wait."

Brian moved away from the wall, and hobbled over a step to where his jacket lay. He picked it up, but paused before putting it on. Cully was still watching him with a knowing expression. Brian looked over at him again and made a dismissing gesture. He then started pulling on his jacket, speaking with a note of bravado in his voice. "Besides," he told Cully, "When this thing IS over, somebody else is gonna need your medical attention more than me....aaaah!"

The simple movements had caused pain again. With his jacket half-on, Brian braced an arm against a wall, and waited for what he knew was coming. Cully would be telling him to forfeit, more than likely. And somebody with more common sense than pride, probably would.

(cue Cully)

StuntMan23

02-17-2004, 01:32 AM

"That so? What are ya gonna do, beat 'em up with the only thing you got in your whole body that ain't hurtin' right now....yer pinky finger?" Cully put the duffel bag down on the bench next to Brian's. He opened the duffel and removed a couple of items, the first of wich was an ace bandage. The second of which was a small home made med kit. Cully looked up at Brian and saw the look of 'thanks but no thanks' on the young Coltrane's face. "Listen, son, you ain't gonna git out that door with that knee the way it is. You've got a choice. You can forfeit...or you can let me administer a quick fix. I know you're not likely to forfeit, so perhaps you better sit down for a minute here..."

Brian Coltrane

02-17-2004, 01:38 AM

There was something in Cully's tone that made Brian relent. Or maybe it was the pain in his knee. Either way, Brian sat down on the bench, and eyed Cully warily. "Awright, Cully. What's in that bag o' tricks of yours?"

StuntMan23

02-17-2004, 01:45 AM

"The stuntman's survival kit..." Cully replied as he opened the med kit and took out a syringe. "Yer not a afraid of needles are you, Brian?"

Brian Coltrane

02-17-2004, 01:55 AM

"Gaaah....." Brian took one look at the length of the needle and gave forfeiting some serious consideration. But instead, he swallowed and said, "Nah, of course not."

One more thought hit him. And when he uttered it, a barrage of questions broke loose. "Um...where, 'zactly, does that lawn dart need to land? What'd you do, break into a veterinary office? I'm in bad shape, but I ain't no horse! Do you have a license for that needle?"

StuntMan23

02-17-2004, 02:05 AM

"Brian, if you were a horse I'd have to shoot you." Cully paused a moment as he prepared the syringe, pushing it up a little forcing any air bubbles out with the small squirt of liquid. "This lawn dart is going to go right into your leg here, so the xylocaine will get to the knee first and fastest..." Cully turned the syringe downward and didn't give Brian much chance to utter a protest. The needle hit Brian's thigh, a few inches from his banged up knee and Cully pushed the vial downward, injecting the xylocaine into the body.

Brian Coltrane

02-17-2004, 02:23 AM

"AAAAAAAH!!! SONofa....@#%&*!...GAH!!"

It was over before Brian knew it, but needles of that size tended to leave a lasting impression. "@$%&*! What the hell was that stuff?! Xylophone?! Have to admit, it took mah mind off the pain in my knee, 'cause now my thigh hurts like hell ! Next time, just leave the acupuncture to the Chinese and I'll...."

Brian paused in his triade as cool relief eased the muscles around his knee. The pain was fading, and he stood up slowly, taking an experimental step. The leg didn't feel entirely sound...but the pain was duller, and he managed a few pacing steps without bracing himself. The limp was still there, but less pronounced.

Heaving a deep sigh, Brian finished putting his jacket on, and looked back to Cully with a smile. "Thank ya, Cully. Yer awright."

Brian took a step toward the door, then turned back to ask a last question. "Who am I fightin', anyway?"

StuntMan23

02-17-2004, 02:32 AM

While Brian had been sputtering, Cully had quickly wrapped the ace bandage around Brian's knee. It would offer a little more support than going without, alhthough Cully knew what Brian really needed was to be off the knee completely. But he knew better than to suggest it.

He watched as Brian took the first cautious step and then saw as Brian was able to steady himself better.

When Brian turned back to him to ask who he was fighting, all Cully could do was shrug. "I dunno," he said. "When I left, Rosco and Min were about to step into the ring. I don't know who won that battle." Cully paused. "You be careful awright?"

Brian Coltrane

02-17-2004, 02:41 AM

"If I'd of been careful, I woulda nevah entered this contest," Brian replied. He gave Cully a nod of appreciation. "Thanks again, tho'. I'll see ya afterwards."

If I'm concious, Brian added silently. He stepped out into the daylight and looked past the crowd towards the ring. He didn't relish the idea of facing either of the two possible opponents. From here, he couldn't quite see the the occupant of the ring. No one had called him out yet, though.

Maybe if he was lucky, both Min and Rosco had forfeited to each other, leaving him the last one standing. Even if it was with a slight limp.

MaryAnne

02-19-2004, 01:08 AM

No, Brian was not the last one standing. Rosco stood waiting in the ring, his back facing the direction Brian was in. The Sheriff's expression was grim but there was no telling what the thought process was behind it. Little could anyone tell, he would have liked to have just forfeited right then and there, and then when Brian arrived he could be declared the winner. It would be all over. Everybody could just go home.

But Rosco knew he couldn't forfeit. He cursed his Coltrane honor and turned around, scanning the crowd outside the ring, looking for Brian.

(cue Brian!)

Brian Coltrane

02-19-2004, 01:28 AM

As Rosco turned, Brian caught sight of him in the ring.

For a minute, Brian debated slipping away through the crowd and taking an extended vacation in Atlanta. But taking the sneaky way out would be a disservice to Rosco; Brian had to either forfeit in front of God and everybody, or fight.

Stepping forward, Brian threaded his way through the crowd towards the ring. Upon sight of him, people melted back, allowing him room to pass.

Brian kept his head high and his back straight, but he could not keep the limp entirely out of his walk. The expressions on the faces of spectators seemed to be filled with silent calculations. If the two men fought, the odds would be anybody's guess.

Brian paused at the steps to the ring. There was something about the sight of the Sheriff waiting for him on the raised platform that gave him pause. This would be the third and last time either of them entered the ring...and only one would leave as the victor.

Placing a boot on the steps, Brian marched up them, and gingerly climbed through the ropes to enter the ring. He kept his jacket on, and the expression he wore on his battered face was neutral. He walked slowly towards the Sheriff, and gazed at his elder cousin with dark, serious eyes. Finally, he limped to a halt just in front of him.

"Sheriff," Brian said with a respectful nod, "It looks like it's down to you n ' me. "

(cue Rosco....)

MaryAnne

02-19-2004, 01:37 AM

Rosco took a deep breath and gave a nod in return. "That it does." Blue eyes looked directly into Brian's dark eyes and they showed some hesitation, but tremendous respect. "Now we'll show 'em how it's really done..." The Sheriff gave a small grin.

(cue Brian)

Brian Coltrane

02-19-2004, 01:44 AM

"Oh hell...." Seeing the look in Rosco's eye, Brian did something he had not done in the initial moments of any fight thus far.

He backed up a step.

"Sheriff, it's not to late for ya to end this thing peaceful-like. I sure wouldn't think any the less of ya for it..."

Brian took another step back, getting himself out of arm's reach. He kept talking as he moved. "An' if you quit now, you'll be better off than quittin' later. Less painful, ya know?"

(cue Rosco!)

MaryAnne

02-19-2004, 01:50 AM

Rosco stood where he was, watching Brian. He knew, with the way Brian was backing up, his comment had been misinterpreted. "Well, that's true," the Sheriff said. "The same goes for you too. I would think no less of you if you wanted to end this peaceful like. Afterall... if you quit now it would be less painful too..."

(cue Brian)

Brian Coltrane

02-19-2004, 01:58 AM

Brian considered it. "We're Coltranes," he answered with a sigh. "And since givin' in would be the smartest thing to do, ah got this forgone feelin' that we're gonna fight. Not that I want to, mind ya. It just that we both come from different sides o' the law....n' yet we're kin....an' some part of me, Rosco, has got to know which one of us would win."

With this said, Brian fell silent. He stood at attention, and raised his right hand in a solemn salute, holding two fingertips to his temple.

(cue Rosco!)

MaryAnne

02-19-2004, 02:12 AM

"I'm not too crazy about this either, but since we both we have the same question, I suppose we have to find the answer to it..." Rosco raised his right hand and returned the salute. He then slowly let his arm come back down to his side and he stood resolute.

(cue Brian!)

Brian Coltrane

02-19-2004, 02:28 AM

Brian ended the salute as Rosco did, noting that the Sheriff had taken what appeared to be a defensive posture.

"Sure," Brian complained lightly. "Make me the bad guy, throwin' the first punch. But since I *am* the bad guy, ah suppose I'd better oblige..."

Pacing around the Sheriff slowly, limping despite his best efforts not to, Brian looked for an opening. The Sheriff was on his guard and could certainly block a punch and throw one back. Knowing this, Brian resorted to a bolder strategy.

He continued his slow, circling walk, and let the limp of his bad leg become more pronounced, as if it was getting the best of him. Finally, Brian seemed to stumble and lose his balance...

....but it was a feint, and Brian bull-rushed the Sheriff with a linebacker's tackle, his hunched-over body plowing into Rosco and knocking him down. Brian fell with him, and he gave a mighty shove to Rosco's side, rolling the Sheriff out over the edge of the ring. Rosco spilled out beneath the low rope and fell.

Brian peered over the edge, and saw that Rosco had his fall broken by some thoughtful Hazzardites in the first row. "Say howdy to them friendly folks with ringside seats!" Brian chuckled.

But then he edged back and used the ropes to climb to his own feet. Rosco would have an answer to this one, and Brian retreated to the far end of the ring...

...and waited.

(Cue Rosco!)

MaryAnne

02-19-2004, 06:27 PM

Rosco was uncerimoniously pushed off the laps of those he'd landed on and he landed on his backside on the ground. A few pieces of popcorn had landed on him and sat in the folds of his t-shirt over his stomach. He picked up the pieces and ate them.

"Mmm...yum." He looked up at the ring. "Think I'll just sit right here and watch the rest of the fight. Go ahead, Brian, knock yerself out!! KHEE!"

Rosco pushed himself up and looked at Brian through the ropes. A devilish grin came to the Sheriff's face and he pulled himself up on to the apron and climbed back into the ring.

Yes, Rosco had an answer for Brian's move. He stepped towards Brian, which forced the younger Coltrane to move. The two cousins circled the ring a couple of times and then Rosco charged at Brian and grabbed him around the waist, bringing him down to the ring floor. Rosco turned Brian face down and pulled both of Brian's arms behind his back, holding both wrists tightly. Rosco also settled just enough of his own weight on a knee over Brian's lower back, pinning him down.

"Okay, Brian..."

(Cue Brian!)

Brian Coltrane

02-20-2004, 06:13 AM

Brian caught his breath, turned his head as much as he was able, and said...."Somethin' on yer mind, Sheriff?"

(Cue Rosco! )

MaryAnne

02-21-2004, 02:07 AM

"Yeah..." Rosco paused a moment, still tasting the popcorn. "That popcorn needs more salt! Jit!" He paused a moment, keeping Brian held tight in the hold. "Khee, does the floor there taste any better?"

(cue Brian!)

Brian Coltrane

02-21-2004, 02:36 AM

"@#%&*!" Brian responded. "Maybe you'll get a chance to find out for yerself."

Giving a low chuckle, Brian tried lifting his torso up. Nothing doing, of course - Rosco's police hold on his arms, combined with the knee in the lower back, had him pinned good. Still, Brian made a show of futile struggle, trying to roll one shoulder up from the matt, and then trying the other, only to have Rosco compensate and adjust.

What the attempts were giving Brian, was a feel for exactly where Rosco was positioned on his lower back with the knee-hold...and how Rosco was leveraging his weight.

Rosco was concentrating on keeping Brian's upper body motionless - which was working like a charm - but this left Brian's legs free...

And Brian's good leg was fortuitously in striking range. Brian turned his head straight and gave a sigh, as if to relent...

...and then he kicked back hard with his good leg, connecting a boot heel hard into the Sheriff's hip. The impact of the kick threw Rosco's balance off, knocking him to the side and off of Brian's back. Rosco's grip was kept on the captured arms, but Brian's back was free, and another hard, dolphin-tail kick allowed Brian to lift his body enough to roll to the side....right towards Rosco, who had tried to maintain the hold, but had been forced to break it with this.

Brian log-rolled into Rosco, plowing the Sheriff over, and then somersaulted up, springing to limping stand. A grin was on Brian's face, and he gave Rosco another salute...although this time, it was with a thumbed-nose and a raspberry. "THBPTH!!"

(Cue Rosco!)

MaryAnne

02-21-2004, 03:04 AM

Sitting on his posterior, Rosco looked up at Brian and stuck his tongue out in return. "Same to you," he muttered. "Tho' that was a good move..." He quickly stood up and took a step back from Brian, subconciously bringing his hand to his bruised hip. "Yep, that was a good one awright..." He took a step to the side, keeping an eye on Brian, calculating his next move. He then suddenly rushed at Brian and grabbed a hold of his younger cousin. As Brian tried to turn to squirm out of the grip, Rosco hooked his foot and leg around Brian's good leg from behind and pulled back, tripping Brian up and sending him back down to the floor in heap. Rosco then quickly stepped back away from him. "Khee! But yer still kissin' the floor!"

(cue Brian!)

Brian Coltrane

02-21-2004, 03:10 AM

"Gaaaaah...." Brian felt that one, and he gave a rueful snort as he stared up at the sky for a moment. He then sat half-up, bracing his weight on one bent elbow to the matt.

He extended an arm out towards Rosco. "Awright, you put my posterior down again. Now be a sport and help me up, eh? This leg, ya know..."

(cue Rosco...)

MaryAnne

02-21-2004, 03:13 AM

Rosco stood pat, grinning. "You forfeit first?"

Brian Coltrane

02-21-2004, 03:21 AM

"Like hell! " Brian got to his feet, limping back a couple steps. "I guess you weren't gonna fall for that one, were ya. Had to try it, tho'..."

Brian paced around, keeping a distance but also calculating another gambit. One thing was bothering him, however, and he decided to voice it.

"Sheriff, it's true enuff that this thing ain't over, until one of us forfeits...or knocks out the other. I don't wanna quit, but I don't wanna hurt ya. Seein' as how we've went easy on each other so far....I gotta ask. Do you plan to take this thing to the bitter end? Are ya willin' to knock me out cold to win?"

(cue Rosco!)

MaryAnne

02-23-2004, 02:12 AM

Rosco was quiet for a moment as he considered Brian's question. Was winning this thing worth knocking Brian out? Was Rosco willing to go that far?

No.... he wasn't. Sure, he and Brian could put on a good fisticuff, but Brian was right. They had gone easy on each other thus far. Rosco's blue eyes betrayed his answer but he held back from vocalizing it. Instead, he asked the same question of Brian.

"Are you?"

(cue Brian!)

Brian Coltrane

02-23-2004, 02:30 AM

There was a heavy silence while Brian debated his answer. His dark eyes bored into Rosco's blue, seeing the reluctance....and sharing it.

"No," Brian answered quietly. "No, I ain't willin' to hurt you. Thought I was. An' part of me still wants to know who's better. But dammit all...if I come after you now, for no good reason other than ego n' prize money...then I ain't learned a damn thing after all these years, have I?"

Brian took a limping step closer to Rosco. "I've hurt two other people in this thing already. Two people that I could treat as enemies for my own reaosns. But I can't apply those same reasons to you, Sheriff. An' if I try to....then I don't deserve to be called any kin of yours. "

Slowly, Brian raised his arms. "Some things are more important than pride. You're one of them....an' so, I forfeit."

(cue Rosco!)