[b]Gamma Base, Somewhere in New Mexico[/b]

The sun beat down on Ross' large, crimson hide. The forecast said it'd be about 107 degrees Fahrenheit by noon today. It was 11:32, and anyone outside was definitely feeling the heat. Sweat dripped down Thaddeus' body, and it seemed to evaporate the moment it touched the dry dirt below his feet. Why couldn't the military build its secret weapons testing facilities in the cool New York forests? Or on the Great Lakes? It was always the desert. Ross dug his toes in a nearby clump of prairie grass, that had forced its way through the cracks in the dusty ground. Thaddeus locked eyes with Emil Blonsky, the Abomination. The two were about fifteen to twenty feet apart, and surrounded on all sides by military personnel. There were maybe close to seventy people gathered there today, hoping to get their fill of meaningless violence and bloodshed.

Four steel poles were stuck in the ground, creating a square inside of them. Long ropes stretched between each pole, creating a makeshift arena for all of your bareknuckle combat needs. Inside stood three individuals: Captain Jim Cook, holding a .45 magnum revolver. He was stripped down to his undershirt and wearing a pair of khaki shorts, and was sweating like a dog. To his left was Colonel Emil Blonsky, the ten foot tall 1000 lb. monster they called the Abomination.