"Who am I? Who am I?! Is that one of them rhetorical questions?" Deadpool's head cocked to the side in response to Storm's question. Did she not know who he was? "I'm Deadpool! Merc With A Mouth? Beat Box Extraordinaire? The Y.M.C.A. Air Guitar champion three years running? No? C'mon! I'm getting my own movie! How come nobody in this 'burb knows who I am?! And here I thought Quesada was shoving me down everyone's throat." Wade ran a hand over the top of his skull like one might run through their hair. He was clearly exasperated at the lack of respect. "Or did you mean in the grand scheme of things? Sheesh, I volunteer for some knee capping and Gray Bush is getting deep on me. Shoulda expected that from Dumbledore here."
The large brown blob hurled forward at Wade with a war cry. "Oh! Right! We're in the middle of a fight and I'm waxing philosophical. Boy is my face red! Well.. beneath the mask." Deadpool darted to the side to avoid what he assumed was the Blob's brother from another mother. "Whoa there tubby! Slow your roll and let's rap. I can be 2pac and you can be Biggie!" The merc doubled back, avoiding a swipe from the dampeners fist by inches. "What's that? You want to be Lil Kim? I Dunnoooooo. How's your booty dancing skills?" The merc flipped over the mutant and swiped the sword at the creature's legs. The sword dragged through brown goop and what he assumed was muscle and bone. "Make that booty clap! Make that booty clap!" The murderous mutant cried in pain and rage and continued his assault, taking the merc by surprise. The blow knocked Wade back and he rolled over his head to gain decent footing. "That's not a punch!" Wade began in an Aussie accent. "Now this is a punch." The masked merc reared a leg back and planted it right in the family jewels. "For our audience members playing at home who aren't familiar with that colloquialism, he means the balls." Deadpool said with a snicker. "Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk!"
The blobby mutant keeled over and the merc spun the sword with a flourish. A smirk passed across his features and he embedded the blade deep into the attackers shoulder, pinning him to the roof. The dampener cried out and Wade removed gun from the holster strapped to his thigh. "And a groan rises from the audience as our participant is eliminated. But dooooooooon't worry folks! As usual, we still allow audience participation!" A steady hand leveled it at the mutant's face. "Yay or Nay folks?" Wade's free hand held a thumb out, it wavered back and forth as if not sure whether it would go up or down. "Does little Jimmy live to frolic with a like minded manure pile OR Does he pay a visit to our good friend Maury the Mortician and his comical band of dancing skellingtons?" The thumb still wavered and he looked to Storm and the translucent hayseed for their input. "Cast your votes now." Deadpool finished stage whisper.