Oh God. Did that guy just flick his tongue at him? He told himself not to be alarmed... then started wondering if there was a woman around here with a tongue like that. Smirking to himself for a moment he then returned his gaze to the other, watching as he tapped his collar and Wade's hand subconsciously goes to touch his own. Then he remembered that horrible, paralyzing shock it emitted. "Guess there's no way to get these puppies off, huh?"
An island in the Atlantic? He wondered how far from any other land mass. He wondered if anyone had tried to escape before, and survived. Then, he started to wonder if this was the place where the geneticist managed to get smuggled Mutant DNA from. But that didn't make him a mutant... did it?
"I don't... really know why I'm here." He told the lizard man with some honesty. "I'm not a Mutant. At least... I don't think I am. I didn't use any special ability to kill that man-thing, just koshijutsu. It's a form of ancient Japanese hand to hand combat, targeting vital spots like the jugular, or the bundle of nerves under someone's arm. Its not a mutation. It's just Japanese."
Black, that's the color collar he wanted. Big man on campus. Big, bad Wade. Oh yeah. That's what he wanted. But only if that got him babes... of the non-mutant origin. Unless it was a mutant who could make two of herself. Alright. Twins. He could deal with that, and very happily. Once the Deadpool now the 'kills you six times before you hit the ground'...pool? He shook his head; he had to stop doing that, letting his mind wander off into his own little fantasy world.
"I killed a Red? I guess that's pretty sweet then, right? I mean. Whoever put a joke bet in on me is probably a millionaire by now. All I have to deal with is this cut on my face, my broken wrist and broken rib. I'm just lucky I was faster than the bumbling idiot. I thought he was done for when I dislocated his shoulder... like they'd just call it or whatever, but when you guys say Death Match... I guess you really mean Death Match. Does everyone start like that? In a Death Match, I mean." Or was he lucky? He didn't consider having to start off in a Death Match much luck.