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Kwame smiled as he looked up at Glacier. It had been while since he had last felt the thrill of a challenge. "I'm up for a little bit of fun!" Kwame leaped into the ring, easily clearing the ropes. His new teammates nodded their heads in quiet approval. Hammer then quickly dropped down and lunged for Glacier's legs. I'll start with a simple leg tackle. If I move fast enough, I should get him before he can...What the --?!? Though Hammer's movements were fast and skillful, Glacier's were better. Much better. The experienced wrestler easily sidestepped the lunged and wrapped his own massive arms around Hammer's torso. In the same simple movement, he lifted Hammer off his feet and crashed him down to the mat. Hammer blinked in surprised, unsure of how he had just ended up on his back with Glacier standing a few feet away. "You'll have to do better than that, Hammer." Hammer stood up and faced Glacier. "I'm gonna show you what I can do." Again, he charged in at Glacier, this time looking to grapple him into a submission hold.

Thanks! Good to know.

Works for me. Should be interesting how she does it and our reactions to it. BTW, for future reference, how long does her portals stay open? Is it possible for someone to follow her through it before it closes?

That could work. Still I doubt either Hammer of Chrome are really made for sneaking around!

Who's up?

Before words hurled in protest left his lips, Hammer looked down at the area on his belt. With the flag missing and Grappler's grinning face nearby, he knew that the call was good, though he could have argued that the distance was actually the full ten yards. No need to get worked up about a few inches. This is a friendly game after all. Hammer shook his head at the Speaker's question and placed the football on the ground marking the position. He walked over tot he others and wiped sweat from his brow. Even though the weather was still cold enough to keep snow upon the ground, he had worked up a good amount of sweat. He looked at his teammates as they huddled around. "Okay. They've been giving us a run for our money. I don't think they're actually better than us. The only thing that's given them the edge so far, is their ability to work together. So far, we've been playing like individuals. It's time we start playing like a team." Hammer looked up form the huddle to see the opponents standing by the ball. "Phalanx, do you think you could occupy Grappler long enough for Jan to set up a pass to Miracle Girl? I'll block Dancer which should be just enough for Miracle Girl to not only get us the first down, but the touchdown and the win."

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Hammer looked over at the bank. "That's a good idea, Chrome. Warp, can you teleport us inside?" He spread his hands out, gesturing at his appearance. "I may be dressed in mostly black, but I'm not really the sneaky type. I'm a close quarters combatant. If I can get them within arms distance, I should be able neutralize anyone. Of course, I'm better one on one though." That should be enough of an explanation of my abilities. I just hope I can be useful here. Hammer waited for an answer to his question. Occasionally, he would glance at the bank to be sure that the criminals weren't trying to escape undetected.

Hammer was surprised to see a teen with a cannon for an arm appear from behind the cruise. His wild shot at the bank and his demand for the robot's surrender stunned the hero. Wow! Some of the heroes in this town are very flashy! Hammer moved closer to the cruiser as Warp reappeared atop it. He nodded a greeting to the young woman before turning his attention to the police officer and the other hero. "I'm Hammer," he says in response to Warp's introduction. Her rapid fire questioning of the police officer amazed Hammer. Three simple questions and she's already taken control of the situation. Best to let her take the lead and simply go where directed. Hammer watched the officer, waiting for a response to the questions.

Hammer nods at Miracle Girl's explanation of the rules. "Yes, It's fairly easy. We have to cross the other goal line by catching or running with the ball. If someone takes your flag, you must stop and play in finished. You get four chances to advance the ball to the goal line. If you advance 10 yards, it resets the number of chances you get back to four." He picks up the football and throws it at Jan. "Catch!" Unfortunately, the pass is very wide and high, sailing a good ten feet away from the winged hero. "Hmm, guess I won't be the quarterback!" Laughter from the Ultimates filled the air. "Looks like we'll get that dinner fairly easily!" Zima said as he looked over the group of heroes.

Hammer's going to throw the football to Jan. Needs to hit 17 [Jan's defense of +7] Pass to Jan: 1d20+3=5 Well, no one said Hammer was a quarterback!

Hmm, that's the guy on the steps that originally started the thread, right? So he's visible with a weapon in his hand.

Hammer landed a short distance from the sound of gunfire. Instead of leaping directly to the scene, he ran at full speed, coming around a corner just in time to see Warp falling from the roof and into one of her signature rifts. Was that Warp? What the hell is going on here? He looked about the area catching sight of the bullet riddled squad car sitting in front of the bank. Unfortunately, he couldn't see the police officer that was driving it from his angle. "Officer! Are you alright?" he called out. If it was me before I changed, I would have used the car as cover. He started moving slowly to get a better view of the opposite side of the car. Hammer's muscular form stood out in the street, making him an easy target.

I'm going to have Hammer arrive just in time to see Warp drop from the roof and inter her rift. He'll take a moment to look around and assess the situation.

GM The Grappler uncrossed his arms and moved to the equipment laying on the ground. "It's easy, Hammer. The UWL versus the Heroes of Freedom. We work well with each other so it should be easy to mop the floor with them." He put on the belt and attached the flags to it. "Oh, since we only have a few players, you can be on their side. You haven't worked long enough with us yet and that would only slow us down." He tossed a belt and matching flags to the other UWL members. Dancer smiled at Miracle Girl before catching the belt easily. "If we're going to do it that way, Grappler, then we might as well make the game a little more fun." Dancer looked at the heroes and her smile widened. "How about a friendly wager?" Zima smiled as the he warmed to the thought. "Yeah. That's be good. But what to wager?" Bastante licked her lips as he moved to join her teammates. "How about the loser buys the winner dinner? Simple and easy to do."

Freedom City had a lot to offer in the way of tourism. Kwame had started taking his time off to get a better feel of the city's boundaries as well as doing a little self promoting. Today, he was dressed in his costume, spreading the word about the UWL to the many young artists that usually hang out in Riverside. He was in the midst of talking with a small group of artists when the sound of gunfire rang out. What the--!? Kwame looked at the artists around him and was surprised by their limited reaction to the sound. "Was that gunfire?" Having grown up on the streets of Chicago, Kwame was no stranger to the sound and it took all of his will power to refrain from instinctively running for cover. I've got to remember that bullets can't hurt me anymore. One of the young men, a painter, turned in the direction of the sound. "Yeah, I think so. Somebody must be up to so no good again." "Aren't you worried about getting hit by a stray bullet or something?" "Naw, some super will come along and make sure everything's okay," said the musician sipping on his drink. The others quickly nodded their heads in agreement. Kwame looked in the direction and recalled the advice he had gotten from a friend. Well, if I want to get known as a hero, I'll need to make my presence known. "Well, you're in luck. You'll be able to tell your friends that you were there to see Hammer getting down to business!" With that said, Hammer leaped into the sky in the direction of the gunshots, a wide smile upon his face. It's Hammer time!

Hammer is looking for the chance to get his superhero profile started in Freedom City. He would love to help break up a bank heist.

Kwame took the offered hand and shook it firmly. "Wow, this is such an honor! I never thought I'd get the chance of working with Glacier so soon after joining the league. I figured I'd end up starting as a Jobber first until I had proven myself." Kwame then finally noticed the large number of people who were watching the test of strength. He was surprised to see so many of the wrestlers there. He noted a few of the Jobbers in the crowd. There was Zima II, the masked wrestler in a matching singlet, The Grappler, a bare-chested man with four arms, The Dancer, a very large woman in a black singlet and pink tutu, Bastante Venenoso, a female lizardfolk with a tail, and others. The four jobbers were some of the people Kwame had studied up on before joining the UWL. He had assumed that his progression would work similar to his time in normal wrestling. Start as a jobber and work his way up to the spotlight. It seems the UWL worked slightly differently. "I think we'll let it stand as is now," Sharon said. "A girl's got to keep some of her secrets!" She moved over to the group of wrestlers introducing herself. Jess and Zayn also followed suit until everyone had been introduced. "So Gla--, I mean Austin, do you often get to train with the new recruits? I would figure they would hold you in reserve for some really proven wrestlers." Kwame looked surprised as he noted a number of the wrestlers smiling as he spoke. It seems they were in some kind of a joke that had eluded Kwame. The Dancer moved up beside Kwame and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Isn't he cute, Austin? I think you should just Hammer it into him!" Laughter filled the gym at the silly pun.

The Palace of Practice Training facility of UWL Location: The Waterfront, Freedom City Description: The Palace of Practice, UWL’s fabled gym and training area, was quite a sight to behold. While the upper floors of the building belonged to the UWL’s business side, the basement was a large room, spanning the limits of the property the building stood on into all sides, with multiple floors in height. UWL was fairly big and popular, but that didn’t explain how they’d been able to afford something like this. This place truly was the best way to exercise that various internet and industry rumours made it out to be. It accommodated various powers, from weights ranging up to multiple tons in the lowest floor, to a large open area going through all the floors for flying. FLOORPLAN Level One: -small stage made of various wooden elements that were easy to move -first level of the gym seemed to be a big central room, with a variety of smaller ones leading off to all sides. -On a first glance, the equipment was no different than the one in ordinary, mundane fitness centres. A bit of everything. The only thing that stood out was six rings, all quite large (UWL standard, about 50% larger than most used by wrestling promotions), in the middle of it all. -various classrooms - “This is level one. There’s a bit of everything here. Over there’s the classrooms. No worries, you’re not going to school again. But there’s theory, and it’s more comfortable to sit on a chair than the ground. Those are our rings; you know the deal. This is, for the most part, the level for classes. Those of you with little experience will be here a lot, the others too, but not as much. You’re all gonna start here later on today. “ Level Two: -one room, with what appeared to be a variety of ways to do cardio. A variety of bike machines. A bunch of steppers, quite a few treadmills and some rowing machines. All colour coded, there probably was an explanation to why they all were in differing bright colours. - “Level Two. The place for cardio! Lots of ways to train here. And if you know of one we don’t have, tell us and we’ll see about adding it in. Now, I see some of you wondering about why all exercise machines are painted. It’s a quick way of identifying what kind of machine it is. Depending on the colour, it’s either close to mundane, or specialized for those with powers that would apply to it. So, I suggest those of you without superspeed don’t go onto any purple treadmills. You’ll get a cheat sheet about what s what once we’re done with the tour, no worries. “ Level Three: - Steel chairs, Kendo Sticks, Baseball bats and other things were neatly stored away into wall-mounted racks. The middle of the room was made up of two rings, with steel cages set up on them. And along the rest of the room there were other things used in gimmick matches, both more traditional ones and ones (mostly) unique to the UWL. - “Welcome to most people’s favourite level. Level three, where we train for all sort of non-standard matches. You’ve got everything here, if we don’t use the equipment it wanders down here. It’s both storage and training area, convenient, right? It’s not used as often as other levels, but a lot of Ultimates actually spend their free-time down here, perfecting those blows and throws. If you can’t actually injure your opponent it’s much easier to get them right. “ Level Four: - a room, about as large as the ones above, split neatly into two sections. - One section held all the strength exercise machines one could dream of. Once more colour-coded, there was everything from the more classical weights benches to dumbbells the size of truck wheels. There weren’t a lot of them unfortunately, so it would probably get somewhat packed in here when many people were working out. - The other section contained more rings, like the floors above. They were all pretty close together, with just enough space to walk between them. It seemed to be normal rings, without anything special about them. - “The final level. Down here you find everything you need to work out if level one isn’t enough. Weights go up to … 5 tons I think? Quite a lot. We don’t have a lot of them, they’re not all that cheap, but there’s usually enough space down here. And over there’s the ring section. You’ll end up spending a lot of time down here, it’s probably the area that gets the most traffic. “

Notable Figures List of important people within the organization Hedley "Orangutan" DeShaek: endearingly called the “Orangutan” by both fans and wrestlers. The former wrestler of some fame was UWL’s main booker, he was responsible for everything from storylines to the length of matches. Often gives tours of facilities to new recruits. Alejandro "El Cigüeña Blanca": a tall masked man. His mask covered the upper part of his head, white and black, mimicking the look of feathers. His torso was undressed, while his pants fit the look of his mask. Often in charge of showing new recruits the more active part of being an Ultimate. Austin "Glacier": a rather large man, his skin fairly pale. One of UWL’s top stars. He’d been with the company for almost all of its existence, and was one of their most decorated wrestlers. His powers were based around turning himself into ice, which, contrary to physics perhaps, also made him stronger and tougher.

Happy Birthday Thev! Enjoy the day.

JOBBERS A fighter of inferior skill or power who loses the majority of his bouts. Bastante Venenoso - a female humanoid reptile with a tail The Dancer - a very large woman in a black wrestling singlet and a pink tutu The Grappler - a bare-chested man with four arms Zima II - a large man wearing an outlandish red full head mask and matching wrestling singlet

Kwame rubbed his head sheepishly at Dol-Druth's question. "Well, not exactly. The idea was to get heroes of the city to come out to play. I had no idea who is actually free in the city now to play. Also, I had just learned how to send out the message. I'm not sure I put a way to contact me in the message. I did invite some of the wrestlers of the UWL to join us. They should be arriving shortly." Even as he finished the words, from the south of the field, a group of four people, two male and two female, were approaching. The group consisted of a large man wearing an outlandish red full head mask and matching wrestling singlet, a bare-chested man with four arms, a very large woman in a black wrestling singlet and a pink tutu, and a female humanoid reptile with a tail. Kwame waved the group over with a smile upon his face. Once they had arrived, he quickly introduced everyone. "These are some of the jobbers that work with the UWL. Zima II, The Grappler, The Dancer, and Bastante Venenoso. They were free and interested in playing the game. This is Miracle Girl, Phalanx, Dol-Druth, and Jann." Bastante Venenoso, the female humanoid reptile looked at Jan with her large yellow eyes. A fork tongue shot out in his directions as if tasting his scent. "I didn't know you'd have such an interesting addition coming to the game, Hammer. He looks almost good enough to eat." The Dancer moved close to Miracle Girl. "Oh! How do you get your hair to flair out like that in the wind?" She ran her hand through her own shoulder length black hair. "I would die to have hair like yours! You must let me know what shampoo you use after the game." The Grappler crossed his four arms before his chest and simply looked at everyone. The cold air didn't seem to bother him at all. His gaze seemed to be sizing up Phalanx even as he flexed his biceps. Zima II hopped from foot to foot as he waited for the game to get started. "So how are we going to do this? I'm counting nine here. Not a really good way to play football." Kwame took count of everyone present before slowly nodding his head. "Yeah, but Dol-Druth has agreed to be the referee. I figure we can play a game of four on four. We just need to make teams. Any suggestions?" Kwame looked at all gathered inviting anyone to share their ideas.

Kwame and the others watched as The Orang-Utan left them to their own devices. Once hew as out of sight, Jess clapped his hands together in eager anticipation. "Alright! Now let's just see how strong we really are!" He moved over to the strength exercise section and began looking at the various machines and their color codes. The others moved over to join him. Kwame looked at his packet of information for the meaning of the colors listed. "It seems there are only 4 colors. The yellow is the lowest level, categorized as normal level. The green comes next and that's for the gifted. The blue comes next which is marked as superhuman. Last comes red for high superhuman." Kwame looked up from the packet to over look the machines. "Seems pretty easy to me. Where should be start?" Sharon looked over the machines with a slow smile on her face. "How about a friendly competition?" "What do you have in mind?" Zayn said as everyone regarded the young woman. Sharon placed her hand on the nearest machine and slowly walked around it. Her movements were very sensual, one of the reasons for her stage name, Vixen. "Oh, I don't know. Whomever can lift the most gets to demand one thing from each of the losers." Kwame looked at the machines and shrugged. "I guess I'm game. Should be fun. Besides, knowing our upper limits would help us out a lot." Both Jess and Zayn nodded their agreement and four began the competition. "Okay, since I came up with this, I'll go last." "I'll go first then. Since none of you will be able to keep up with my awesomeness, this should be a pretty simple win for me." Jess, The Spur, moved over to the first machine. "I'll skip the yellow. These guns don't need no warming up!" * * * * * * "Looks like it's just you and me, Hammer," Vixen said as she watched Zayn fail to lift the latest weight of 3 tons. The group had steadily advanced through the weights on both the green and blue levels. The Spur was surprisingly the first to be knocked out of the running. Even with his iron form, he was unable to go beyond the 3,000 lbs. Zayn got up to make room for Hammer to take his place. "Wow. I didn't know I could even go that high." He looked over at Jess who was sulking in his iron form. "Hey, don't let it get you down. It's not the end of the world." Kwame moved to the machine and easily lifted the 3 tons. "Your turn Vixen!" he said as he made room for Sharon to take her place. Vixen smiled before easily lifting the weight. "Looks like extra innings, boys." * * * * * * Kwame looked at the weights sitting on the machine. It had finally been maxed out at 5 tons. He looked over at Sharon who was smiling at him. Something's not really right here. She doesn't seem to have the body type to keep up with this weight, yet she's managed to keep up with me. Perhaps there's more than muscles with Vixen now. Kwame took his place and placed his hand on the bar. "Time for Hammer to knock this out of the park!" Kwame easily lifted the bar, surprised to realize that the 5 tons still felt extremely light to him. "Your turn." Sharon shrugged and moved into position. Kwame watched closely but couldn't see how Vixen managed to lift the bar just as easily as he had. "Looks like it's a tie," Jess said as he shook his head in disbelief. "That didn't seem to bother either of you. Just how much can you lift?" Vixen stood up and shook Hammer's hand. "I guess we'll never know using the weights here."