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So after news of DMX's passing, I have to write this.

And since its Deadpool, this chapter can take place anytime in the series.

Guest 1: Thanks for the review and suggestion, definitely doing that sometime in this. I skipped the movie to watch monsters beating each other up, since the human characters in those films are really not good, and I agree on everything. We'll see.

Guest 2: Thanks for the review. Now.

Chapter 2- Tribute to a star

Some thugs stood in a very darkened hallway, holding out guns to shoot and take down whoever was coming in their way, when suddenly music started playing in the background, confusing them all as they looked around.

X gon' give it to ya (what?)
Fuck waiting for you to get it on your own, X gon' deliver to ya (uh)
Knock knock, open up the door, it's real
With the non-stop, pop-pop of stainless steel
Go hard, getting busy wit it
But I got such a good heart

And then a man in a red suit with some black on it, and white lenses for eyes, two swords strapped to his back walked in to the music playing, and taking out his swords said. "It's tribute time."

That I'll make the motherfucker wonder if he did it
Damn right, and I'll do it again (yeah)
'Cause I am right so I gots to win
Break bread with the enemy (what?)
But no matter how many cats I break bread with I'll break who you sendin' me (yeah)

With that, Wade Wilson aka Deadpool swung his swords, slicing the first thug in front of him before spinning and kicking another in the foot, sending him down, and chopped off his head. "It's still funny kids are allowed to see gore and not sex."

You motherfuckers never wanted nothing (uh, what?)
But your life saved, bitch, and that's on a light day
I'm getting down, down like a ***** said, "Freeze" (uh)
But won't be the one ending up on his knees
Bitch please, if the only thing you cats did (come on)
Was came out to play, stay out my way, motherfucker

"Time to show 'em who's the best thrower", Wade said as he hurled his sword and it went through the throat of one thug, killing him immediately while he pushed one foot backwards, kicking a thug behind away, and then pinned the foot of another thug with the sword, making him scream in pain as Wade knocked him out with a punch.

First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
Then we let it pop, go, let it go (what?)
X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya
X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya

"Time for a callback", Wade said, seeing three more thugs running to them as he leapt in the air and flipped around in a spin motion, taking out his gun swiftly and pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew through the air, going through the head of the first thug and exiting the back of it, before repeating that exact same process with the other 2 thugs as well, killing all of three of them swiftly in quick succession as they fell down, dead, their blood splattering.

First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
Then we let it pop, go, let it go
X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya
X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya

Wade walked further down the hallway to the music, kicking a door in front of him open to reveal a man in a suit, but before the man could do a thing, Wade took out his gun and shot him dead too, his blood splattering on the table as his head lay on it.

"He was probably gonna offer me more money, I know because I've seen too many movies", Wade quipped before kicking the man off his chair. "Get off!"

And then he sat down on the chair, blowing the smoke off his gun as he put his feet up on the table while putting his hands behind his back. "Now you all would know why we're here, based on the author's notes above, and summary too if you're reading this on 'Archive Of Our Own'."

Sighing, Wade said. "So tragedy happened a while ago, the great rapper DMX, one of the greatest of all time, has passed away due to his health issues."

Wade started crying and taking out a handkerchief, blew on it before putting it aside. "The man sung 'X Gon' Give It To Ya', which was used in my 2016 movie, and it made me and the film even more awesome than we already were, which was a lot, and that made it beyond infinity."

Wade then put his gun down and said. "And then, the song got so associated with my film that it was used in the second one too, and it was so fucking awesome, wasn't it? It was such cool shit!"

Wade then stretched and said. "Even outside of that song, dude has so many awesome ones like 'Where The Hood At', 'It's All Good', 'Get At Me Dog', 'What's My Name', and so many more, including the really underrated 'Get It On The Floor', whose parody titled 'Work It Out On the Floor' was used in the Voltron sketch of Robot Chicken as well."

Wade then got up and said. "And today, when Aragorn tried to listen to that song on YouTube, he got an ad for a fucking BIEBER song! 5 TIMES! AND IT WAS 15 SECONDS LONG! WITHOUT THE GODDAMN! SKIP OPTION!"

Sighing, Wade muttered. "Fuck you, YouTube!"

With that, Wade got up and said. "Anyway, we are here to say Rest In Peace to Earl Simmons aka DMX. 95% of the people sell their souls to the industry, he never did, he was among those 5% badass people, he took his soul with him when he went, because he is just that much awesome."

Looking around, Wade said. "And we shall always remember him."

With that, he walked off, leaving the empty blood splattered room as 'X Gon' Give It To Ya' played in the background again.

And that's done.

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