Re: Main Event
Michael Buffer had been inside rings across the country and the world with some of the biggest, and most dominant of athletes, but nothing could quite compare to standing so close to a Norse God. Though Thor was by no means overtly threatening, Buffer created a little more space between himself and the Thunderer before bringing up his mic again.
"And introducing the challenger, from high Olympus, weighing three hundred twenty five pounds, and standing at six foot five inches of height, he is..." Buffer paused, looking incredulously at his cue card. After a moment though he just shrugged, recalling the weight of the gold coin in his pocket. "...he is the fifth member of the Fantastic Four, and the Greek God of Strength, Labor, Maculinity, Fertility, and..." This time, Buffer almost laughed. "...Awesomeness... the one, the mighty, the incredibly endowed HHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRCCCCCCCCCCCCUUUUUUULLLLLLEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!"
At that, all of the lights in the arena dimmed, with a single spot line shining down upon the ramp opposite Thor. It was then that the entrance music began to blare, and Hercules appeared at the top of the ramp clad in his traditional sandals, loincloth, wrap around his chest and the mythical Nemean Lion cloak. He strode toward the ring, with one arm up in the air as though he had already won the battle, while his other hand held a massive golden mace across his shoulders that was without question a slight at Mjolnir, even if it was his own chosen weapon. Behind him, at least to his knowledge, strode Sue Storm-Richards.
With each step he took from the bottom of the ramp to Buffer and Thor, he discarded an item. First, his mace, and then several paces, he shed his indestructible cloak. When he came within arm length of Buffer, he grabbed him by his arm and brought the mic to his own lips.
"I'm going to prove to you, little Thunderer, that I am the mightiest that there is... and if your not down with that, I've just got two words for you", Hercules said, with a wide grin as Buffer rolled his eyes in the background.
"You suck!"
Buffer started to take his arm and the mic back to start the match, but Hercules was not done quite yet.
"And furthermore, you may require your armor to face my all powerful fists, but I need only to fight you in the ancient tradition of my people!"
With that, and before anyone could stop him, he ripped off his loincloth, so that he stood stark naked for all the arena to see.
...And for all his boasting, he truly was Herculean, in every sense of the word.
Stepping back from Thor and Buffer, Hercules glanced over his shoulder to 'Sue.'
"Susan!", he said, spreading out his arms to either side. "It is time! Oil me up!"