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It was an overcast and gr’e’y day in San Antonio, just the kind of day DeadPool liked. It wasn’t really the weather that did it for him, it was how miserable it made most people. Poor little babies not happy that the sunshine isn’t shining down on them and making it ungodly hot outside. DeadPool preferred it not so hot and not just because he wore so much damn black clothes. He was happy in the parking lot of the San Antonio airport waiting, waiting for his family.
DeadPool didn’t really give a fuck that he got booked in a Title match but Master and Him seemed excited about it and that was enough for him. He thrived on their praise, especially Masters praise and if some shiny piece of gold made them happy .. so fuckn�?be it. He hadn’t seen the promo that Dante had cut in Chicago but he heard all about it in the halls of W2K. Some stupid bitch made some crazy accusations towards Him and He finally broke His silence and answered the bold statements. DeadPool offered to kill the dumb cunt but Dante said that killing someone who’s accusing you of murder wasn’t prudent .. whatever the fuck that means. He just wanted to make them happy and if rubbing out some annoying gnat put a smile on their faces, he would kill her 1000 times over. But he was learning to be a good dog and took his orders well, no bloodshed, no alerting the peons to the tide of blood that was going to wash over them soon .. Team DOA was coming home .. DeadPool was fidgeting in the parking lot because he wasn’t allowed in the building, something about his tenure in a mental asylum or some shit like that .. wankers. He was wondering what it would be like to have a watch so maybe he would know what god damn time it was and maybe know when the flight was coming in when suddenly there is an arm around his throat and a thumb jabbed into a nerve cluster in his ribcage. “Caffeine makes you unfocussed, that was really easy to get the drop on you.�?/FONT> It was Dante behind him. “I would say it was my ADHD .. that is to say .. HEY! Look at that fOcking bird!�?/FONT> He let DeadPool go and the dreadlocked freak show turns around to see Him standing there. “C’mon, let’s go.�?/FONT> Dante starts walking through the parking lot away from the airport. DeadPool follows, looking around a little franticly. “So .. where is .. Master?�?/FONT> They walk around a SUV and find Dante’s bad ass �?6 flat black Malibu parked .. empty. “She’s not here DeadPool ..�?/FONT> “WHAT?! BUT ..�?/STRONG> Dante spins on DeadPool, glaring at him but keeping his voice level. “Shut the fuck up and stop yelling. When you are around me, you are to be seen but not heard, speak when spoken to. Vex is not here because you need to focus on this Title match, not groveling at her beautiful feet.�?/FONT> �?.. I can do both ..�?/FONT> “Get in the car ..�?/FONT> 30 seconds later they’re on the streets of San Antonio. The silence was unbearable for DeadPool and he finally had to speak and break the silence. “Is she coming later?�?/FONT> It wasn’t really a question, more pleading. Dante seized this opportunity. “That depends on you pal. Right now your number #1 priority is winning that Title back for Team DOA. We had the Title when that little beaner held it but he turned out to be a disloyal cur. IF you win the Title DeadPool .. when you walk backstage, Vex will be waiting for you with open arms. Winning that Title will make her VERY happy DeadPool, it is a trinket to lay at her feet, a present for her and she likes presents DeadPool. BUT if you lose .. when you walk backstage, she will NOT be there and you will have failed her DeadPool .. how do you think that will make Her feel?�?/FONT> DeadPool couldn’t even talk, his fucked up brain was trying to process all this information and the manipulation by Dante on his fragile psyche. “If ..�?He shook his head. �?. WHEN I win the Title .. she will be there waiting for me?�?/FONT> Dante smiled. �?/FONT>Yes .. you win the Title and she will be there for you; that is your reward. If you want to be a part of our family DeadPool, you have to show up that you deserve it. You can do it though DeadPool, we both think you can do this, you have a knack for violence.�?/FONT> “Thank you ..�?/FONT> Right in line. “I’m not going to be there either you understand? You have to show us that you can stand on your own to feet, we’re not here to babysit people, you have to pull your own weight and other such clichés I suppose ..�?/FONT> “I understand, I wont fail Her ..�?/FONT> “That’s what I like to hear, now let’s go cut a damn promo and do some training.�?/FONT> The scene changes and is replaced by a desert landscape at dusk. It’s many hours later and we find DeadPool sitting on the parched earth and playing with the sand, making bizarre shapes and such. “It’s not play time anymore kiddies, even yours truly has to pull up his blood flecked socks once in a while and get a little serious. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be in the mood for some fun but right now .. I kinda feel bad. I feel bad that there’s 3 individuals that are coming to the W2K ring at Meltdown and are going to have their dreams dashed! I feel sorry that no one has sent a memo to these guys saying that their going to bleed like stick pigs this Friday! I feel bad because I see it coming, like in slow-motion like some car stuck on the tracks and the trains coming. You know that scene? It cuts from the stuck car to the train barreling down on them and then the car, back to the train, car, train, car, train! The cuts are going faster now as they get closer until KERSMASH!�?/FONT> He giggles, that’s just fuckn�?creepy. “That’s what’s in my head right now. I see the three people I’m fighting at Meltdown for the Title, I see the weapons, I see the blood .. and it just keeps getting faster and FASTER! But this isn’t Miami Vice and this isn’t Ray Bradbury .. this is the really real world and when this train of catastrophe collides with them .. it’s all over. That Title leaves with me .. you don’t understand ..�?/FONT> He starts shaking his head as the camera pans back and we see Dante walking down from the small dune. �?.. and they NEVER will DeadPool. Misused and abandoned is how we found you and we took you in, gave you your purpose. Greetings ..�?/FONT> There’s that magnificent bastard smirk that’s been missing from W2K .. bask in it. �?. The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. You have to forgive me W2K, I’ve been in deep morning for some time now and the death of a loved one has a way of changing your views on many things. I made W2K a commitment of mine some time ago with a singular purpose for coming here .. one that I have NOT completed. I am a man of my word and despite the numerous offers I’ve been flooded with in my hiatus, I am employed by but ONE company .. and that’s the way it’s going to stay for awhile. Which brings me to you Ryan Cain ..�?/FONT> Holy promo hijack batman! “It’s time the world knows the truth. That it knows what the REAL Main Event of Fade 2 Black III was supposed to be before I had to leave .. to grieve. I had the contract in my hand Ryan, I just didn’t sign it. There it was in black & white; Ryan Cain versus Dante for the W2K Championship. I FINALLY had the ultimate achievement just one match away .. and I had to walk away. That was your reprieve Ryan .. but that time is over now.�?/FONT> Dante crosses his arms while DeadPool tries to build a sand castle. “Let me guess hero, you’re going to DUCK me? What the FUCK else are you doing Ryan? This is the match that was supposed to happen months ago and that Title should already be around my waist. Boo hoo, what family dilemma are you going to pull up now to milk sympathy from the fans this time? What melodrama will be the stage for Ryan’s world?�?/FONT> He shakes his head. �?/FONT>It’s simple Ryan, just put your emo hair color down and listen for a second .. whether you like it or not, W2K is going Mainstream .. is stepping into the national and World spotlight and there is NO ONE better to be the Champion that heralds in this new age then ME. Fuck sakes, I couldn’t have asked for a better scenario, I now understand Ryan .. I came here for this moment. Everything I’ve done in this company has been coming to THIS point in time. That when W2K is on it’s way to finally stepping up to the big leagues, I’m here and ready to make my destiny .. a dynasty.�?/FONT> DeadPool looks up. “That was some good shit there motherfucker.�?/FONT> “That takes us to the immediate future and your match. With me returning sooner then later, your job is to win this match and that Title this Friday .. Carpe Diem ..�?/FONT> “Is that like .. Mexican?�?/FONT> “Something like that. Remember that you’re not in this match for something petty like pride or vanity .. you’re part of something bigger and you’re doing it for all of Us .. and Her .. to bring glory to our brood. Drew Stevenson found out what it was like. Mr. Fed-Whore himself couldn’t handle your ultra violence and wrestled an entire match on his heels. Didn’t he say he was going to make you tap out?�?/FONT> “He said a lot of things ..�?/FONT> “He sure did .. and none of them came true. You took a former Heavyweight Champion to the limit and now these tools put in front of you on Meltdown? Thank you CM, I always knew you were a great guy, no really.�?/FONT> DeadPool is building the oddly phallic steeple. “What’s a JAR?�?/FONT> “That dead skin wearing pretty boy.�?/FONT> “Pfffft! Are you serious?! Right on, he needs some scars on that womanish face of his. Marcus Johnson?�?/FONT> “The only thing ‘hardcore�?about that guy is his porn collection. Guy was a security guard before coming here.�?/FONT> “Well I don’t know who Ryan Ross is but if he looks like AJ Styles, Imma gonna smack a hoe ..�?/FONT> “You’re going to do more then that, you’re going to brutalize them, Destroy them in Our name. You are Our attack dog DeadPool .. and We want that Title in the fold .. Fetch ..�?/FONT> DeadPool grins into the camera manically, his head at an odd tilt as Dante walks off and we fade from there.
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