Riddick

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Riddick weak struggle went on, his heart raced and raced never leveling off an staying at one height. He trembled and shook in an unconscious destress, his body battling to replenish its blood supply. The drug held stready, forcing his body to make blood at an unnaturally fast rate of speed. But the stress it was causing on his already mangeled body could soon to prove too much for him as his vitials raised yet higher in the already dangerous heights. Time passed by slowly, but surely, more then an hour at that. An finally it came a point where Riddick's heart rate and other vitals leveled off an very very slowly began to drop. But his brow lay wrinkled in pain, an although his color looked better an his blood pressure as far higher then it had been sinc ehis arrival he showed sheer signs of being exshausted. His sheets an the thin blanket covering him lay so soaked in his sweat that it dripped onto the floor. The temperature stayed dangerously high, his face reddening healthly with the heat, atleast now there was blood to turn his color.

I second that Brian. Good idea Val.

If theres a way of posting pictures on this site I havent figured it out and I have been here for 4 years. But if you wish to display your picture please email me (woodsman@pronetisp.net) an I would gladely post your photo shop picture/ creation on my Dukes of Hazzard Site. (www.geocities.com//generalleesghost01)

Great job on "Hells Tapwater." Very much enjoyed and superbly written. Nice going....

Any word wether or not there gonna put the rest of the seasons on DVD too? I hope so, even though they were very much larger then the first season.

(Sorry for walking on ya Doc. But I had this post on the brain an needed to put it down.) Although Riddick lay lifeless on the hospital bed, not moving or showing any signs of the life that once thrived in him. His mind lay very much alive an thriving, an dreaming. In his dreams he seemed to relive the events of the day, but his mind played tricks on him changing things around. All of it just seemed to roll around in his mind, he could see Fargo's face as clear as day everytime he relived the events. An at one point in time in his dreams he retracted a memorie from his life in New York, not long after he had escaped from jail. He relived his first encounter with Fargo, the encounter that had nearly taken Fargo's life from this world for good, his life would have been taken by Riddick's hands. Away in this other world Riddick lay unaware of MaryAnne and the Dr. Chance Walker lingering near him. He also was completely unaware that Brian's own safty was at risk because of him. There was know way that he could know that somewhere Brian set in the hands of the very people that may very well have taken his own life. But in this world he was aware of the people that had pulled him out of there, he had herd Brian's voice when he lay in that creek an he had herd MaryAnne speek to him faintly on the way to where ever he supoosed he lay now. Where ever he thought, wherever he lay now he wished an hoped that he would get the chance to thank Brian and MaryAnne, the last two people in the world that he had thought would be there were. An they deserved much more then a thank you, but a thank you was all that he could pray for.... to beable to thank them was all that he could hope for. (Cue ANYONE)

Heya'll Im also looking for another couch. I have elected myself a one couch an I need another for the other team. So if theres anyone out there that is positive that there gonna be on AIM for the chat friday couold ya please step up to be the other couch. Thanks. Dont ya'll raise your hands at once.

Heya'll! This friday night *4/ 16/04* theres gonna be a baseball game. An your all invited to play! Come as your favorite base ball player of all time. Like Babe Ruth...an old timers like that an even new stars! Chat starts at 8:00pm and lasts until dawn, will take place in the cornfield on Hazzard road. SEE YA'LL THERE! P.S. Shoeless Joe Jackson is taken.

Happy Birthday.

Hmmmmm.....I like the bank setting idea. Very nice MA. 8)

Rumor has it sometime in 2005.

I think its a fantastic idea like you said Brian. Dolly will definately balance out the cast, if you call this a cast. But atleast there trying to keep some of the original quailities of the Dukes.

Happy St. Patricks Day Brian and EVERYONE!

It was over two hours after he had been removed from the boxing ring that Riddick limped out of the hospital some papers in his left hand. His right hand completely concealed in a cast up to his elbow, covering all four of his fingers and his thumb in a hard white cast. It was towards evening now, the sun had already gone down and the street lights lit the streets all around him. His white eyes gazed around as he took a few slow breaths that ached his chest, then slowly with a bad limp to his right leg he crossed the road to the bus stop and borded the awaiting bus that would take him back to the gym where the Tough Man Contest was just ending. In a few short minutes the bus stopped outside the gym and he limped off and entered the double doors. From the top of the steps that led down to the ring he could see the ring empty now, but two figures stood at the rings edge. His eyes landed on the two figures and he started down the steps, his own foot steps painfilled and agonizing. But he walked with his back strait and his head held high, he had nothing to be ashamed of, he had given forth every thing he had against his oppenant in that ring. Poeple turned from there conversations and looked at him as he made his way through the crowd again. The crowd of people hushed on his approach and parted a path for him leading towards the ring. They looked at him, looked him up and down, some of them with discusted looks on there face, others just backed out of his way. Riddick didnt turn his eyes to look at the people who staired at him, if they were stairing to see his battle wounds then they would see enough from either side of him. His face was proof enough, stiches curled up the side of his nose, came down out of the corner of his mouth and covered 50% of his face an the sides of his head. One large cut in particular stood out as the largest, starting from the center of his temple and ending at the bottom of his jaw, set neatly stiched together. Both of his eyes half swelled and visibly black and blue. Careless of his appearence he approached the ring and stopped at its edge not allowing his eyes to fall over the person that had been his oppenant. Riddick dug into his right pocket with his left hand and brought out a set of keys with a Chevy emblem on them. An then he dug into his left pocket and produced three checks, an again his hand returned to his pocket and he placed a gold coin, a silver coin and a bronze coin next to the keys on the floor of the ring. He paused looking at the objects in front of him, his right arm motionless at his side. There was nothing to be proud of really, but he was a man of his word. He had promised these prizes to the first, second and third prize winners.

Time.....well from 8:00pm Eastern time until everyone leaves. An as far as animal sitting....gee Brian aint you had enough of that in Hazzard to know exactly what its like? 8)

No problem Sky, all is welcome.

Heya'll I had an idea. I think that we should have a chat once a month, that way we can all get together and hang out on a regular basis. Its great to have people together on AIM, an its alot of fun to hang out an chat with people who you dont normally or o normally talk to. I know that theres already been one chat this month but it was held at a hard time, an some of us really didnt get to enjoy it. So I think that there should be another chat held, hows Saturday Feb. 28th 2004. See ya around folks.

The doctors worked vigorously, there patient had been unconcious and un responding on arrival. There main concern, the bullet lodged in Riddick's back that poured blood, blood that he had already lost far too much of. They quickly closed the knife wound on his chest temperarly, enough to slow the bleeding so that they could emeditly go to work on his back. The bullet wound was bad, very bad. The doctors rolled Riddick over onto his chest still keeping the aid of the machines on him to help him breath which he was unable to do on his own. The bullet lay lodged deeply in Riddick's back dangerously close to his spin, the amount of damage to nerves had yet to be determind. For five long hours Riddick battled for his life in sergery, but in the end the doctors were unable to remove the bullet. Riddick was far too weak to hold him under sergery any longer, a specialist would have to remove it later when he was stronger...if he pulled through at all. Riddick would be lucky if he ever regained conciousness again, he had lost a great deal of blood and hadnt regained conciousness since before his arrival at the hospital. As all the good doctors do thy made there patient as comfortable and stable as possible. Riddick was moved from the E.R. to an intensive care room where he would be carefully monitored and cared for. He lay on the hospital bed, a soft white hospital blanket tucked under his arms covering most of his chest. The large knife wounds on his chest, abdomen and arm lay neatly stiched now inside and out. A breathing tub down his throat an in each nostril, taped to his fave and neck. Ivs ran into the flesh of his motionless arms an the big veins that lay there, dripping, dripping constantly. His eye lay gentally shut against a pale pale face and his chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths. A nurse stood at his bed side filling out his chart and checking his vital signs. One of the two doctors that had worked on Riddick during the surgery ventured to the waiting room to seek out the female deputy who had brought his mangled patient in. The mid aged doctor spotted MaryAnne Coltrane in the waiting room and he approached her rubbing the tirdness from his eyes. He had seen many terrible cases in his time and many strong patients, but never one like the man the deputy had brought in. The doctor waved MaryAnne on to follow him, an he led her down the hallway to the dark door way of Riddick's room. Machines bleeped, an made sounds of all kinds, and above them came the sound of unsteady breathing. The exshausted doctor turned to the deputy. "He is stable for the time being, through five hours of surgery and all our efforts we could not remove the bullet in his back. Its amazing even to me that he is still alive at this very moment." The doctor paused gazing at his patient for a long silent moment. "He has lost so much blood its gonna take a real mircale to pull him through, I give him a 25% chance at the most. I'm sorry, theres no way of telling how much nerve damage was done either. An he hasn't shown any signs of conciousness since you brought him in, your welcomed to visit him all you want. I'll be just down the hall." The doctor shook hid head, he had done as much as he possible, absulutely could. He walked away down the hall like he had said and disapeared into another room. (Cue MaryAnne.)

I am completely regreat creating the tough man contest and the actions that were taken in it. I am sorry MaryAnne.

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...)

I thought that it would be cool an interesting to see a cheering crowd or get comments on the Tough Man Contest. An because people are cued in the contest people cant leave there cheers or comments there. So here ya'll can. Feel free to say what you will...just remember this a family site. Have fun~

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.)

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 )

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~)