<div class="floatleft">(http://x.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/8/70/4cd062bc512f0.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Wade Wilson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Tarzan... pool.<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Apocalypse<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Black Cat<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     As quickly as she'd initiated the fight, she was gone. <em>"Well... that was quick..."</em> Deadpool thought to himself, scratching his slightly-canted head for a moment. Surely she had more fight in her than that... Wade watched her fire-off a grappling hook and take to the trees, hopping nimbly from branch to branch and making very good time separating the distance between them. <br/><br/>     He just laughed lightly and shook his head, one hand reaching down to tap the button on his utility belt. In a split second he was standing on the branch she had originally grappled to. He could see her lithe form jumping from tree to tree, probably almost a hundred yards away already - a distance he could travel in a single, effortless click of a button. But that wasn't what came to Wade's uniquely deranged mind at the moment. No, no, no. <br/><br/>     Wade's mind nearly exploded with glee as he imagined the chase in his mind. <em>"Perfect."</em> Before he let her slip any further away, Deadpool reached to his side and snatched a thick vine that clung to the branches above and behind him. <strong>"I've always wanted to do this!"</strong> With a simple swing of a katana he cut cleanly through the vine's end hanging behind him. He deftly slid the two blades away and took the vine in both hands and held on tightly. Then he jumped.<br/><br/>     As he began to free-fall he yelled as loudly as he could the signature holler of Tarzan from the top of his lungs. As he neared the end of that unique war-cry he broke out into near-maniacal laughter - completely and utterly pleased with his own genius. That was until the vine began to take on his full weight in the apex of the swing... <br/><br/>     *SNAP*<br/><br/>     ... <br/><br/>     <em>"Well... that SUCKS!"</em><br/><br/>     It didn't take long for Wilson to plummet the final forty feet to the ground - his laughter changing into a completely un-manly scream. He topped off his childish acrobatics with a bone-crunching thud on the hard jungle floor - that is... after several thorny bushes helped break his fall. The shock of the impact knocked the masked madman completely unconscious. Over the next several minutes - while his healing factor was hard at work repairing his self-inflicted damage - Wade was treated with a re-run episode of Popeye the Sailor Man in black and white playing in his traumatized head. Which, probably couldn't get any worse than how it had been <em>before</em> he fell.<br/></div>