This is a story based on what if Deadpool existed in the DC universe but not Wade Wilson...but someone entirely different and a completely different origin...well let's hop right in.
WARNING ⚠️ Will Contain Strong Language and Graphic Content, Lemon...
"WHOO! See, that wasn't so hard!" Deadpool says as we him rushing down the stairs, after shooting and kicking a Yakuza Member down them.
"And now...for an epic opening fight scene." He says then does a knee-slide and enters into the bathing section of the club he was in.
The section consisted of open bath waters in the floor, with a glass window on the left side. But the star attraction, is what's behind the red door in front of Deadpool.
"Bingo, dear writer. And what is behind that door is my target! Well, the guy that can lead me to my target. But to get him..." Deadpool starts to say and the angle pans to the men of the Yakuza glaring at him menacingly.
"...I got to go through the naked middle age men in towels..." He continues and the Yakuza then draw their swords, still in their baths.
"...With their swords out." Deadpool finishes and unsheathes his two swords and cracks his neck.
"And now...for that fight scene." He states as the Yakuza get out of their tubs.
"DJ, play my shit!" Deadpool exclaims as the Yakuza charge at him.
"Ruthless! My style as a juvenile, ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile, Bankin!"
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"I specialized in gankin' Whites, Mexicans, Brothers and others!"
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