Atlas Gym, Wednesday Late Afternoon

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Feeling a bit antsy, Deadpool went to the gym. Hopefully Arashi would show up for some fun sparring that didn't involve groping this time.

It was Arashi's fault for being such a hot woman, honestly.

[[ooc: open for your gym needs!]]

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John showed up, hoping to get some weight training in after getting beat by Setsuna.

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"Dickweed!"

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"Oh. Cute. Very cute."

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Deadpool continued to give him that same shit eating grin.

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"So I can call you Professor Asshandious Meatbag, the Spandex Avenger?"

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Deadpool rolled his eyes. "Well gosh no because I'm the authority figure here and I just love that."

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"Well, you are the meatbag authority, so I'm sure that works." how the hell John could see both the smirk and the eyes rolling through the mask was a mystery.

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"Oh, how I look forward to you kids graduating," Deadpool said fondly. "Then I won't have to worry about accidents happening with sharp point things and explodey things."

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"No, you'll just have new people exploding things and sticking things where they don't belong. People come and go here; the crazy's permanent."

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Deadpool sighed. "Ain't that the truth?" He bounced a little on his heels. "So, Dickweed, up for a little sparring?"

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"I suppose, Cap'n Cajun." Oh, what the hell. Beating up on someone was almost like working out.

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"Excellent!" Deadpool said, rushing forward and sliding like a baseball player into a base to sweep John's feet out from under him.

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John jumps and kicks him in the shoulder, both as an attack and a means to jump off to get distance.

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"Moving away? No fun!" Grabbing John's ankle, Deadpool yanked him forward and then down.

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John kicked his free leg into Meatbag's wrist, aiming a punch at his head.

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Deadpool slammed him down onto the ground, ignoring the kick to his wrist.

"Oh come on! I've been kicked harder by children. Small sickly ones at that."

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"Sorry. Not used to my food fighting back." John goes for the throat. Maybe if he can shut him up, he'd win a prise the undying gratitude of fans everywhere something.

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Deadpool let him, it was adorable really. Poor little guy really had no clue that he was completely outclassed.

"Are you implying that you want to eat me? Naughty! Though I really must say no. I prefer the ladies, not that there's anything wrong with your lifestyle choices."

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"Hey, it's not my fault that you look like shishkebab. It's making me hungry. Good thing Agatha's cooking tonight."

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Grabbing John's wrist, Deadpool squeezed hard enough to grind bones together, but not quite at the breaking level. "Comments about my appearance? Gosh! That hurts. Hurts so much inside that I think I might just go and cry like a teenage girl who didn't get asked to the dance.

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"Your face'll get all puffy, and you'll never get asked. That poor dress, never to be worn." John was going for the kneecap to distract BBQMan and get his wrist free.

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Twisting suddenly to avoid the kick, Deadpool pulled John's arm behind his back. "Well now, someone knows how to carry on a metaphor, doesn't he?"

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"Hey, just because your prom date left you for someone with skin is no need for the bondage," he said, trying to rotate in a way that would not involve him and his rotator cuff not speaking to each other.

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Good luck with that. If ever someone knew how to cause pain without permanent damage, unless the, ahem, victim moved funny, it was Deadpool. He had more than enough practice.

"I think I was in bootcamp when my prom happened. Shame, I was going to ask that fine Sandy Thomson," He said casually, kicking in between John's legs to put him off balance.

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John deflects it to his thigh, which still hurt and would probably leave a bruise. "He must be quite the catch."

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"She was," Deadpool sighed. "I wonder what she's doing now."

Letting go suddenly, he kicked John's ass, propelling him forward. "You know, I thought you'd be more of a challenge. I mean, come on! Rikku is a better fighter!"

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"Sorry, didn't want to punch you and have you fall apart like overcooked meat." John turned, aiming for a heel kick at his knee.

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Deadpool raised his leg, letting the kick connect with his shin. "Fragile little ol' me?"

He lashed out quicker than most humans were capable of, backhanding John. "I'm touched, really."

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"Ow." He waggled his jaw. Okay. Teeth fine. Shoulda wore a mouthgard for this kinda crap.

John responded with a flurry of punches to the main pressure points.

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Deadpool snickered. Maybe when John was a bit stronger, the damage from those hits would last longer. He stepped forward into the punches, using his forearm to push John back hard.

He was humming the Charles in Charge theme song under his breath as he moved. "...and our nights..."

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John bounced off the wall. "I know that theme. That's from what's its name."

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"-And our rights," Deadpool continued, advancing to keep John pinned to the wall.

(I wonder if she's watched any episodes yet.)

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"You should buy me dinner first," john choked out.

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"Cheeky!"

Deadpool's hand shot out, grabbing John's throat to pin him against the wall.

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"penive dinner," john said, trying to grab Meatstick's arm and twist the wrist or elbow off.

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Deadpool tightened his grip a little. "Are you trying to give me an Indian burn? That's just not PC and I am offended that you would use such a blatantly racist move."

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"...Pakistani piledriver... yer mom" was about all John could get out.

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Deadpool whistled a jaunty tune and counted to three before letting go and taking a step back.

"Well, that was oodles of fun kid, but I think I'm gonna go find someone who can actually fight."

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John fell to teh floor, concerned wtih this whole breathing thing he'd heard so much about. "...T-800... fire..."

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Walking away, Deadpool probably should have felt more guilty about beating John so badly, but that would imply that he still has a conscience.

(Hey, Tyra's on tonight! Score.)