[4-8] The Yacht

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face

Deadpool vs Karl Jak & Pepsiman

With Karl removed, Deadpool turned and rushed at his carbonated adversary.  Katanas sliced through the air as the mercenary’s spandex-clad opponent reacted with a shocking degree of finesse—managing to evade the extremely surgical swipes, stabs, and thrusts.
 
”This is bullshit, you know.” Deadpool quipped as he missed his mark and winced as the katana’s screeched against the metal interior of the yacht.  “Weren’t you like, a level 0 NPC last time?”
 
“Your thirst has affected your mind, Mr. Pool!”
 
Before Deadpool could open his mouth, he was slapped across the chest and face by a wave of perfectly carbonated soda.  Plucked off the ground, the red costumed warrior flew back half dozen yards and crashed against the floor of the yacht’s cabin.  While he had a few choice words in his head, Deadpool had to throw himself hard to the right to avoid a fifty-caliber round punching through his skull.  With both katanas in check, the mercenary stepped back and took a split-second to note that the door behind him led to the small deck where he’d been pulled onto the craft.
 
Swinging his focus back to the action, Deadpool ducked under a blast of caramel-colored cola that struck the wall of the yacht with enough pressure to crack the faux wood and dent the metal behind it.  With a fleeting moment to react, the mercenary took half a step forward and flung the katana like a javelin.  There was a flash of red as the blade slashed through the mascot’s side and doubled him backwards over a bar table.
 
Before Deadpool had time to shout something celebratory and do a few hip thrusts, his extend hand erupted into a cloud of blood, fabric, and mangled hand-bits.
 
“Fuuuu—”
 
Karl Jak’s Desert Eagle crashed into the side of Deadpool’s face, and the mercenary dropped like a hundred pounds of potatoes in a spandex sack.
 
“It’s time to say adieu, Wade,” Karl’s smooth voice spoke was the executive rolled the mercenary onto his back and leveled the pistol with his face.  “Any final one-liners for the audience?”
 
“Y-yes,” Deadpool whispered.  “Tell them that all their dreams can come true.  After all, you’re successful despite your inability to count.”
 
With a shake of his head, Karl pulled the trigger.
 
Click.
 
”See, kids?  Stay awake in preschool.”  In one fluid motion, Deadpool swung his mangled, broken hand up into his adversary’s crotch, causing the man to double over in pain.  ”And the money shot!”  Scooping up his nearby katana, the mercenary thrust it through his opponent’s gut.
 
Gritting his teeth as blood started to seep through, Karl stumbled backwards as he dumped his gun and put his hands on the handle of the blade protruding from his stomach.  “This was… This was my favorite captain’s outfit!”
 
“Then here, I’ll give you some free dry cleaning,”  Stepping forward, Deadpool delivered a swift kick to the handle of the katana that sent Karl backwards through the unlocked door.  With a gurgling shout, the executive smacked into the faux wood deck, bounced like a bedazzled rock, and vanished into the ocean.
 
Smiling behind his mask, Deadpool turned around and saw that his other opponent was likewise gone.  There was a bloodstained katana and a few smears of ensanguined Pepsi that marred one of the portholes that was now swinging open on its hinges.  Crouching down, the mercenary picked up Karl’s discarded captain’s hat and set it upon his masked cranium.
 

End of Round 6

Karl and Pepsiman are gone.
 
Deadpool takes 6 points of damage – His hand is blown mostly apart and he has lost his Pokémon and one of his katanas.
Deadpool gains control of the Yacht
Karl’s golden DEagle is there for Deadpool, but it’s empty and there are no bullets onboard