Here he is, Deadpool, the other person that I am using for the tournament
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Disclaimer (again): I do not own much in this story, only the story (partly, except that it comes from the "A Winnder is You!", but i write it at least, but the tournament was not my idea, it was avatarjk137). There is still time if you want to join it! deadline is April 1st (NOT an April fools joke, or so avatar says!) all you have to do is join the forum and ask avatarjk137, rules and stuff are also on the "A Winner is You!" forum. Oh yeah, the disclaimer, I don't own many of the characters, except maybe a few random mercenaries, and the blue cloaked figure who will NEVER appear again.
Well, this is how Deadpool entered, so read on if you want.
Deadpool was lost, and he knew it.
Not that he really cared; it gave him time to contemplate life, in his own special way.
'I'm hungry, I want potatoes.'
Deadpool usually didn't like potatoes, but he was always changing.
He had just been kicked out of the "Hell house", the mercenary hang-out, well, perhaps 'kicked out' wasn't quite the right word…
((1 day ago))
Deadpool was currently sitting on a bar stool drinking, he always asked for a 'whatever' drink. Today however, he noticed that all of the mercenaries seemed to be surrounding him.
'Hey guys, whats up?' he said cheerfully.
All of them were silent, and then one of them, the owner Patch, a shrewd businessman, said in a rough voice.
'Deadpool, the guys here don't really like to see you around, your making a mockery of us, the only one here who was even close to your skill was T-ray, and you killed him. Oh, and you never paid the bill for the damage you caused here, or for your drinks.'
Deadpool seemed to give them a grin 'Oh, come on guys, your like a family to me! A bit of jealousy won't make you get rid of me, will it?'
'JEALOUSY?' Patch roared. 'First one to get Deadpool's head wins a free drink!'
The Mercenaries started edging closer, all grinning and cracking their knuckles.
Deadpool sighed and stood up 'guys, I've kicked most of your butts before, I know, I counted.' He moved into an exaggerated karate position 'so, bring it on!'
They all charged into the center.
Deadpool swung his swords around, that alone was enough to knock a few mercenaries out of the fight, then he leap up and kicked two in the face, they went down like stones.
After that he did a summersault and landed outside the circle of mercenaries.
Deadpool put his swords back into his sheaths. 'If I want to be a hero, I can't kill them'
The mercenaries charged, one of them had some sort of electric gun, which he fired.
The blast hit Deadpool and he was thrown back.
'then again, what the heroes don't know won't hurt them.'
Deadpool drew his swords and side-stepped.
Some of the mercenaries lunged at him, only to be stopped rather unpleasantly by impaling themselves onto Deadpool's swords.
The Mercenary with the electric gun fired, but this time Deadpool was ready, he leapt above, and his sword went right into the arm with the gun, the mercenary howled in pain, the Deadpool silenced him with a quick punch to the head.
The Mercenaries had managed to surround him again. Deadpool grinned.
'Oops, I dropped something.' With that, he leapt above them, leaving an explosive.
BOOM
All but one of the mercenaries was down for the count, Patch simply watched. The one left was holding a blade. They were on opposite sides of the room.
The Mercenary let out a battle cry and charged at his opponent.
'I don't have time for this' Deadpool muttered. Deadpool sheathed a sword, got out his gun, and fired twice.
The first shot hit the mercenary's sword arm; the second hit the mercenary's chest, but missed his heart. Somehow, the mercenary was conscious long enough to say 'That's not fair' before falling to the ground.
Patch looked at all the bodies, some were moving, others weren't, it was difficult to tell if anyone had died. He looked at the hole made by the explosive, and there was a lot of blood too.
'You're still not allowed here anymore' Patch stated.
'Damn' Deadpool muttered.
With that, Deadpool left the room, being careful to tread on all the bodies as he went.
((Present))
Deadpool sighed 'A pity and I hadn't tried everything on the menu yet. Wonder what a "Chocolate mousse" is. Almost a pity I can't die, or I would have been scared, isn't that right, my dear readers? Dating death did have it's advantages. as JAROCK would know...'
He had considered going straight back to the Deadhut, but realized that they had run out of food yesterday, he should know, he impaled Weasel's arm for the last scrap.
'He'll get over it, just like those mercenaries, not like it hasn't happened before! They will be begging for my jokes!'
Deadpool stopped at the side of a road. A large wind was blowing 'Then again… What to do while I wait…'
He didn't know of any missions that were on before he left, perhaps a food plaza? Deadpool checked for pockets in his suit and sighed. 'No money.' His face brightened. 'Free food does exist, or I could enter a tournament for food.'
A sheet of paper, floating in the breeze, went on his face.
Deadpool grabbed it, the read it, it said:
Model wanted, must be good looking, have a great personality, and willing to put inject many toxins into themselves for a LOT of money.
Deadpool chucked it away 'I may have all those qualities, but it's just not worth it.'
Another piece of paper headed towards him, Deadpool snatched it from the air, it said:
Chef wanted, must be a good cook, and willing to work for little pay, but much credentials.
Deadpool recalled the last time he cooked, it was when he went back in time, in London, and it didn't really go so well…
Just as Deadpool chucked the piece of paper to the wind, another one came, Deadpool read it.
Sewage cleaner wanted, must be ready to get dirty.
'YES, just what I always wanted!' Deadpool yelled
Then one last piece of paper came, he read it.
Skilled fighter wanted for smashing tournament, will be rewarded with their hearts desire and money.
'…that sounds marginally better then sewage cleaning.' Deadpool shrugged 'ok, I'm in. I even get to prove to the world how powerful a fighter I am as an added bonus.'
He walked off, reading the rest of the paper.
'Go to 12 nonexistent road, Utopia' he read. 'Where is that I wonder.'
WHAM!
Deadpool rammed right into a door that seemed to appear from nowhere, it said "tournament inside" in big, bright red letters.
'Wow…' Deadpool said in awe. 'Well, I guess I better go in'
He was about to turn the knob, when a thought struck him.
'I wonder where those papers come from?' he thought.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the street.
A massive fan was blowing through the street. And a strange, blue cloaked man was throwing papers shouting 'SANITY IS OVERRATED!'
Deadpool did not hear this, but if he did, he probably would have assisted the man.
Back to our mentally unstable hero
Deadpool opened the door, and looked at what was beyond in wonder.
It was an elevator.
Deadpool stepped inside.
The elevator door closed, and seemed to glow, and it started moving.
The elevator music was annoying, as it always was. But Deadpool was still looking around the elevator in awe.
Well, perhaps not the elevator, as it was transparent. But, through the glass, you could see the universe; he could see stars close up, planets, and even an occasional satellite.
What Deadpool saw would have given an astronomer a heart attack from envy. And what did Deadpool say?
'Man… I really want a Milky Way chocolate.'
That would be enough to send most astronomers into a strange delusional state where they would eat their left sock, worship the other sock, run around chanting 'The World is made of spring beans' while sucking their right knee. Eventually the delusion would evolve into its ultimate state, making them go on a rampage destroying every singly two minute noodles they could find.
Or, at least, that's what I've heard from a VERY reliable source… Lucky no astronomers were around, hey?
Eventually the lift took him to a rather large mall.
The room was about one hundred feet in diameter, with ten-foot-wide balconies on the rim. The balconies formed a giant spiral going up to the massive and awe-inspiring domed ceiling, with multiple large gates leading to the eight wings of the mall on each story. A half-dozen transparent elevators lined the inside of the balconies, providing a quicker method of travel for the rushed or lazy. Beautiful fountains, comfortable benches, and carefully chosen foliage decorated the floor of the room, along with an undecorated central stage, which the contestants clustered along one or two edges of. Some sat on the edge of the stage, talking down to the others and enjoying the perceived height difference granted by a simple four-foot ledge.
Deadpool looked around lazily.
'I don't know, my Deadhut is pretty nice too.'
His Deadhut was a shack, and comparing it to this place was like comparing a rat hole to a large, magnificent mansion (although, some may say that they prefer the rat hole, then good for you).
Deadpool wasted no time looking around. The fighters here were not all human, definitely. And they all seemed to have one thing in common, determination.
'Wow, tough competition, but I have one thing they don't have.' Deadpool checked his pockets, and sighed dramatically.
'Ok, I lost it; this is going to be tough.'
Then, the crowd hushed, and the Host of the tournament came onto the stage.
'He is made of chocolate? I wonder if he would notice a missing finger.
Deadpool half listened to the rules, but when the words "the food courts are unmanned, but fully stocked. Feel free to take whatever you like from them" he immediately rushed towards food, devouring it.
'Fighting and free food? This is heaven.' Then Deadpool recalled that the tournament was being hosted by a demon
'Well, it's nice' he thought.
After devouring food, he sat down, and said 'bring it on!'
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