Riddick

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)

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.

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

(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.

****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 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.

Congrats to ya! Good lukc in the future.

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.

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

(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

Riddick grumbled alittle when Brian bumped into him, he didnt know who had bumped into him an his back was still turned in that direction. But Val could see over his sholder, an she could see Brian dancing beautifully with Chance Walker. Riddicks facial features darkened in irritation an he attempted to turn an make a point to the person who had bumped into him. Seeing his exspression change she read the movment in his eyes and grabbed his arm pulling him back to her. He returned his eyes to her before he had seen the black clad Coltrane, an he looked into her eyes with question. Why had she pulled them back? Val ran a hand over his muscle tightened chest and up to his face an shaved head. Her touch on the prickly back of his head sent shivers down his spine and throughout the rest of his body an she leaned forward against him running a hand over the side of his face. Riddick put his arms around her forgetting about the person who had bumped into them an he dreamly looked into her gray eyes as if she were the only person on the face of the earth. "Be nice...." Val said letting her hands loosen there grip on him Riddick took her hand in his an returned to what he was about to do with a new approach. He turned around raising his eyes to the person who had bumped into him taken aback by the person who stood on the other end. Riddick looked at Val side long for a moment then retrurned his eyes to Brian Coltrane nodding a hello an carefully covering up his suprised ecknowledgement. With Vals hand in his they approached the Doctor Walker an the black clad Coltrane, Val squeezed Riddicks hand and greated the other couple. "Brian, Chance its so good to see you here." Val grinned widely. "Brian...Doc." Riddick nodded his voice rumbling in his throat. "Can we buy ya'll a drink?" He asked turning towards the bar. (I got permission to use Valerie.)

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, I'll email how it works shortly. AN no this aint to the death of course. 8)

Kitty I'm sorry but i dont think that your imformation on Luke is correct. If you edite dthe info I would be more then glade to add him to the list. As far as Luke vs Bo that could only happen if someone else here in Hazzard chose to participate as Bo.

First round of matches. You may climb in the Ring at anytime an begin, you do not need to go in this order. I am also going to edit the first post to this fic. Women might as well jump right in an try there hand if they so feel fit. Min Duke vs. Jose Duke Rosco Coltrane vs. Chet Duke Brian Coltrane vs. Garrett Duke Jesse V. Duke vs. Breyer Duke Denver Straight vs. Riddick (Note: This was decided by weight.)

Anymore entries? Sorry it has taken so long to get this going. We will do this by weight and take in any new entries.

As the song ended Riddick put Val's arms around his neck and his arms around her waist locking his hands together. He looked into her eyes, stairing into them gentaly. Her grey eyes staired back at his white as if they were an innocent shade of blue. A new song came on, a slow song that Riddick knew. The song was called "He Calls Home" by a band called Candlebox. The couple embraced together, dancing slowly as one, putting everything around them aside and just letting it all stand still. They felt alone on the dance floor together, just them and the song. Midway through the song Riddick bent his head forward and touched his nose to hers. An he whispered the words in her ear, in a low voice. The words of the song sounded like his own life. "Said this life of mine.....it gets rough at time....." An he whispered for her alone to hear. "As he wanders through his life....ever searching for......a warm blanket...." Riddick paused breathing out a gental breath. "An he wonders.....is he safe out from the cold....safe out from the cold...." He opened his eyes alittle and looked at her again. There feet moved to the slow steps one by one and they danced until the song was done.

It wasnt hard for Riddick to make his way into the Atlanta bar, he approached the bouncer at the door and looked him in the eye. Both men nodded and Riddick passed through with out a glich an began to make his way through the crowd as gentally as possible. Among all these people, he looked average an fit in with his changed atire. But he did not go unknoticed by the women who crowded the room, they looked him up an down an often flickered a wide grin. Riddick was dressed differently on this night, a pure white sleeveless shirt fitting tight and perfectly. An ordinary chain setting gentally on the white shirt catching the glint of the fine lights in the dimely lit room. His head cleanly shaved and the black go-tee that usually stood out on his face was shaved down to thin lines making it look less knoticable and he smelled of a faint cologne. A perfectly matching off white deep pocket pair of jeans fitting loosely in the legs and snug around the waist. His shirt wrinkless over his broad sholders and muscular chest, rippling at the bottom an around the waist of his jeans. A medium sized wallet chain hanging loosely from the left side of the front of his jeans and reaching back to his back pocket on the same side. An to top it off he wore a new pair of dark brown work boots barely visible in the dim light. Eventually he mad his way to the bar an sat down on a stool behind a dark hair women dressed beautifully in a leather white mini skirt and a blue chenelle sweater. He ordered a drink an looked her up an down knowing who it was, unsure weather to announce his presence behind her or to wait and see if she eknowledged him. Riddick took a long sip from his beer an decided to ask Valerie Strate to dance, he stood and tapped her on the sholder from behind gentally and produced a genial grin. "May I have this dance?" His voice sounded mellow and rather distant above the music in the room.

The Party will start at about 8:30pm and last until the sun rises fro the first time in the new year. Happy 2004 Everyone, may this new year be happy and joyfull. ~Riddick

There will be a new years ever party held on December 31, 2003 on aol instant messenger at the Boars Nest. All is welcomed. Signed ~ Riddick

(sorry for steppin on ya MaryAnne) Riddick groaned loudly as he was placed in the back if the patrol car, he hadnt been concious since he had fallen into the creek. The small jolt of being moved from Brian Coltranes comtraption to the car brought him awake to the world suddenly. He blinked his eyes moementarly unable to move, the world he saw seemed blurry and he was unsure of where he was. (Cue MaryAnne!)

A deep audioable exhale came from within Riddick's chest as Brian lifted him as gentally as possible. The pain could not get any worse, even during the change in poistion of his back while being carried it did not gain strength and neighter did Riddick. His mind was retreating from the feirce pain, slipping into the darkness even further. The sniper had taken up Riddicks path now and drew increasingly closer to the creek by the minute. Not showing any signs of slowing or giving up and turning back. Suddenly a ray of light from the flash light peeked through the the brush and trees coming closer with the ray pointed to the ground. The sudden static of a radio echoed through the silent woods, then a pained voice came on, blerting out cusses and stressed words. "Dammit Anderson haven't you found him yet?!" Came Allen Fargo's voice over the walkie talkie that the sniper carried at his side. "No I've lost his trail, but theres puddles of blood everywhere." The sniper, Anderson Jackson relayed back to Fargo with a baratone voice. "Leave him then dammit Anderson! I'm leaking blood like a sive, get back here and give me a hand!" Fargo shouted with his stressed voice into the hand held radio. Before Fargo's words had stopped echoing through the deathly silent woods Anderson had turned on his heal guided by his light and back tracked in the direction that he had come. His light swayed back an forth, flickering through the trees as he grew further and further away from Riddicks still form accompanied by the watchfull eyes of Brian still kneeling in his dark clothing. It had been too close of a call, if the sniper, now known as Anderson, if he had taken just a few more steps forward out of the protection of the trees he could have spotted Brian and Riddick. A small cloud passed over the near full moon hazing the paleness for a moment then returning its faithfull light to look down apon the two men. The unknoticed stars twinkled brightly in the night sky showing clearly to those who looked, the consulation of the great warrior Oryan surveyed the earth with ever lasting eyes. (Cue Brian)

The feeling of being weightless fought to take over Riddicks body and mind as the chilled moving shallow water passed around him. His blood mixing with it, leaving the pale moonlit water a faint crimson. His mind and body fought back the sicking pain that the bullet created as it pressed against his spine, wedged inches deep in the flesh. On the edge of conscious Riddick could hear a quiet voice, but he could not understand the words and he could not identify the voice. Short, painfilled breaths rasped in his throat as his chest heaved so slightly it would go unknotice to the naked eye. The short and raspy breaths puffing into the shallow water that lay close to his mouth. Lerking inside him, a faint pulse fluttered strenuiosly to take up a rythmn in his numb body. The blood streaked down the bare skin of his back and over his ribs, leaking into the water in a thick stream of its own. Riddick's numb body unaware of the stream of blood, his minds full attention on the furious pain in his chest and back. The rest of his large body lay in the cold water, numb to the dark world that surrounded him and the rest of his wounds oblivious to the pressing bullet. The sound of nearing feet echoing in his ears, the voice that had called out to him uneknowledgable. Riddicks mind felt the natural need to get up and run, not knowing wether the approached figure was friend or foe. Meanwhile, a dark figure dashed through the alley climbing down from the roof of a building only moments before. The sniper walked out into the opening just on the edge of the woods, a small flashlight pointed towards the ground. Coming to the area where Riddick had tumbled then regained his feet the sniper poised the light on the unturned dirt. The light colored dirt showed the large amount of blood Riddick had lost on impact. Nodding at the blood the figure pressed on following its trail slowly through the woods, loosing the blood marks and having to back track several times. The worry of only a graze was shed in the snipers mind, large spots of blood proved more then a graze. But just the same the tracking was not easy in the dark and the sniper faltied time and time again. (cue Brian)

Lost deep in his memories, his keen sences blurred by pain, Riddick neglected to hear the click of a shell going into a rifle chamber. The figure had seen the hole fight, seen it unfold and end just awaiting the chance to pick the ex-convict off. The darkly dressed figure enhanced the night vision goggles on its face and brought the long barrel of the rifle over the edge of the building. Taking carefull aim as a seasoned marksmen would, aiming at the figure trudging with his head hung low acrossed an opening towards a line of trees that led deep into dense woods. Bush wacking was a cowardly act, the dark figure took one last look through the long scope on the gun and squeezed a gental finger on the triger. At the last possible second the bricks on the edge of the building gave way from the figures weight and the gun barrel tipped forward firing a shot only a split second before. The gun bucked in the figures arms an the shot echoed loudly through out the town. The figure raised its head quickly almost sure that it had missed its quarry and fearfull that the loud shot would alert near by people. But to the bush wackers appeal Riddick pitched forward suddenly, his knees buckling as he summer-sulted forward and regaing his feet on pure adrenline. Not feeling any sudden pain, only the strong impact of the bullet Riddick dashed away quickly veering off deep into the woods unknowingly. He fled at a dead run, dodging trees, brush and downed logs, he glanced over his sholder momentarly and came to a crasing halt on the ground his body going completely knumb. Riddicks body came to a bone jaring rest on his chest in a few inches of water in a small creek. Lying in the dark his back facing the sky, his head turned to the left and the side of his face lying in the shallow water. Blood leaked from around the bullet that pressed against his spine, lodged in the muscle hardened flesh of his back and the only part of his body he could feel was the uproaring pain in his back, his arms and legs were completely numb. (Cue Brian, thanks Brian)

"He wants me Cooter." Riddick said sitting up, he held a rag to wide open wounds. Cooter looked at his friend with a questioning exspression, he didnt understand really but just the same he kneeled next to Riddick putting pressure on the hole in his arm. Flusterated Riddick pushed Cooters hands away gentally and got to his feet in an angery sharp notion, but not towards Cooter. "Thanks Cooter but you better get outta here before someone comes runnin." Riddick said in a low voice, his white pupils shinning in the darkness. "I cant....you need to see a doctor your bleeding bad." Riddick only shook his head dismissing the idea, resentfully Cooter rolled up the rag that Riddick had forced back into his hands and tied it around the ex-cons arm to sinch the bleeding. "Go...please..." Riddick said excepting the rag around his arm. Although it was against his better judgement Cooter turned away from his friend with his head hung low, he was not angery at his friend but he didnt understand the mans foolishness. Cooter turned around quickly to plead once more to Riddick to come back with him, but Riddick was gone he had disapeared into the darkness. With a fluttering stomach of worry Cooter climbed into his toe truck and drove away towards his farm since his nights work was done. Angery at himself for letting Fargo get away Riddick ventured into the darkness, he could still feel the blood dripping heavely from his chest and the pain there ached him. The memories of what Fargo had put him through pained him even more, it had been Fargo who took away his sight and his chance of ever being a normal person again. Fargo had sent him to slam where his punishment was a gorey surgery that was supposed to leave him blind and rendered but, instead it left him like this. A monster to himself, a danger to all who knew him and a hell raising murder. (More to come)