08-10-2018, 08:27 AM
“You want a gentleman's fight?” the shinobi balked at Deadpool’s request. “The last time we were here, you were running around in nothing but your blood stained underwear.”
“Oooh yeeaa!” the mercenary moaned as he rubbed his nipples. He stopped suddenly, then pointed an angry finger at Sasuke, “and this time, you won’t have Mickey to butt-fucking save you!”
Thunder roared against howling winds, cueing the rolling of the night’s storm clouds above the ill fated clinic. A burial ground, it was drenched in the blood of countless primes; powerful primes, ones with the wherewithal to make it this far.
The primes looked to the sky and began to feel the drizzle of tiny raindrops upon their face. It was refreshing and Sasuke couldn’t help but feel reminiscent. Lightning illuminated not only the darkness of the night, but also the excitement in his face.
“I refused to fight Victor last round, you know, on the principle of it all,” thunder echoed the shinobi’s words as he descend an elbow, clashing into a shield of Deadpool’s conjoined forearms, “but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to face you!”
“Awe,” the merc gushed while steading his stagger, all the while blowing kisses, “I missed you too!” He abandoned his fighting stance and raised a finger to signify a point, “In fact, you should check Omnitwitter, I DMed you.”
“Yea, I saw that.-” the ninja began with a chuckle, but was cut off.
“Also, you should follow me on InstaOmni, I follow back. There’s a raffle on tuesdays! And, if you catch me on live streams, all Deadpool merchandise is half off. Can’t beat that! I should make a killing after I kick your ass! #Deadpool, #DeadpoolForDAChamp, #DPMyMom, #I’mGoingToKillYouNow, #ItachiTheRealHero, #WhyCan’tYouSeeThatYouPoorUngratefulLittleShitIWantToStranggleYou, #DieNow. ”
“Cute,” that was all the shinobi had to say before slipping a jab, ducking under a cross, and landing palm strike under the masked cartilage of Deadpool’s nose. The mercenary’s face jolted upward to the sound of a thud and Sasuke’s wrist came away slick with loose saliva. The youth was surprised he made contact, but not unprepared. He performed a summersault, propelling the heel of his foot towards his opponents skull. A resounding thwack followed.
“Wait, did you say Victor?” the mercenary craned his neck out from behind his criss-cross of folded arms used to block, “The schmuck we used to get Violet banished? That guy’s still around? Lingerer!”
Sasuke arched an eyebrow and gave Deadpool a whimsical look and a chuckle, before vaulting backwards to the ground in a crouched position.
“The last time this storm came,” Sasuke looked to the sky as thunder boomed across before engaging his opponent again, “you died and I was crowned champion.”
“Yea, well,” Deadpool clamped each side of Sasuke’s head, thrusted his own head forward, and sent the youth spiraling to the wet ground below by way of a headbutt, “new year, new me!”
As the shinobi found his feet under him again, a brilliant wealth of light blinded the contestants momentarily, but it wasn’t the storm that ailed them. Illuminating Sasuke’s youthful features, the infamous lightning blade had flared to life in the ninja’s right hand. Just before the shinobi attempted to plunge Kusanagi into Deadpool’s cancer ridden body, he smirked, “I don’t imagine you have a lightsaber on you this time, do you?”
“Oooh yeeaa!” the mercenary moaned as he rubbed his nipples. He stopped suddenly, then pointed an angry finger at Sasuke, “and this time, you won’t have Mickey to butt-fucking save you!”
Thunder roared against howling winds, cueing the rolling of the night’s storm clouds above the ill fated clinic. A burial ground, it was drenched in the blood of countless primes; powerful primes, ones with the wherewithal to make it this far.
The primes looked to the sky and began to feel the drizzle of tiny raindrops upon their face. It was refreshing and Sasuke couldn’t help but feel reminiscent. Lightning illuminated not only the darkness of the night, but also the excitement in his face.
“I refused to fight Victor last round, you know, on the principle of it all,” thunder echoed the shinobi’s words as he descend an elbow, clashing into a shield of Deadpool’s conjoined forearms, “but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to face you!”
“Awe,” the merc gushed while steading his stagger, all the while blowing kisses, “I missed you too!” He abandoned his fighting stance and raised a finger to signify a point, “In fact, you should check Omnitwitter, I DMed you.”
“Yea, I saw that.-” the ninja began with a chuckle, but was cut off.
“Also, you should follow me on InstaOmni, I follow back. There’s a raffle on tuesdays! And, if you catch me on live streams, all Deadpool merchandise is half off. Can’t beat that! I should make a killing after I kick your ass! #Deadpool, #DeadpoolForDAChamp, #DPMyMom, #I’mGoingToKillYouNow, #ItachiTheRealHero, #WhyCan’tYouSeeThatYouPoorUngratefulLittleShitIWantToStranggleYou, #DieNow. ”
“Cute,” that was all the shinobi had to say before slipping a jab, ducking under a cross, and landing palm strike under the masked cartilage of Deadpool’s nose. The mercenary’s face jolted upward to the sound of a thud and Sasuke’s wrist came away slick with loose saliva. The youth was surprised he made contact, but not unprepared. He performed a summersault, propelling the heel of his foot towards his opponents skull. A resounding thwack followed.
“Wait, did you say Victor?” the mercenary craned his neck out from behind his criss-cross of folded arms used to block, “The schmuck we used to get Violet banished? That guy’s still around? Lingerer!”
Sasuke arched an eyebrow and gave Deadpool a whimsical look and a chuckle, before vaulting backwards to the ground in a crouched position.
“The last time this storm came,” Sasuke looked to the sky as thunder boomed across before engaging his opponent again, “you died and I was crowned champion.”
“Yea, well,” Deadpool clamped each side of Sasuke’s head, thrusted his own head forward, and sent the youth spiraling to the wet ground below by way of a headbutt, “new year, new me!”
As the shinobi found his feet under him again, a brilliant wealth of light blinded the contestants momentarily, but it wasn’t the storm that ailed them. Illuminating Sasuke’s youthful features, the infamous lightning blade had flared to life in the ninja’s right hand. Just before the shinobi attempted to plunge Kusanagi into Deadpool’s cancer ridden body, he smirked, “I don’t imagine you have a lightsaber on you this time, do you?”
Quote:I messed up. Thought I had more time. I dunno how I fucked it up. Sucks, but oh well. Here is what I had. >.>
I used a T2. 4/6 remaining... if this post would have counted...
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