Post by Kingpin on May 12, 2006 19:50:35 GMT
Wilson Fisk took another puff of his cigar as he sat at his office desk. Carefully, he picked up the phone in the other hand and dialled in a number carefully. A voice came on the other end. "Hello?" Fisk took another puff and then spoke two words. "Do it." Then he set the reciever down and pushed his chair back, carefully putting out his cigar and setting it down.
Hands folded behind his back, his cane still in them, the Kingpin looked out his window into the pouring rain of Hell's Kitchen. Any second now... THERE! An explosion tore through the cold night, ripping apart a warehouse. The base of the criminal boss known as Hammerhead, thanks to a bomb planted there by a criminal named Mr Big. The Kingpin cracked his knuckles slightly and imagined the scene on the streets.
Silvermane, the famous white-haired criminal who hired too many lawyers to allow him to be convicted for any one of his hideous crimes. He would be walking out to his car to begin the drive back to his house, when a small man with a pistol stepped out of the shadows and shot him in the head. Fancy Dan did not miss.
Cesar Ciscero, the man who ran the Italian Mafia in Hell's Kitchen- a dangerous man indeed. In his top storey office he never allowed anyone armed to see him. But being unarmed would hardly matter when Ox, one of the Kingpin's underlings and larger even than him, threw him through a window in the middle of their appointment.
Tombstone, the criminal mastermind who liked to keep a low profile and operate on the street level. He would be walking home without guards to show his mettle and bravery, in his full bulletproof suit, smugly aware that no-one would dare attack him with his strength and resistance. It wouldn't help when a whip wrapped itself around his neck and he was dragged into an alley to be throttled to death less than a block away from safety. Montana was subtle when he needed to be.
Old Fortunato, the leader of the crime bosses currently operating, would be making his way back to his safehouse. He would have guards all around him in his limo of bulletproof glass windows, totally safe- or so it would seem. Unfortunately, it would not protect him when one of his bald "associates" suddenly fried them all with bolts of lightning. They could not anticipate Electro.
Fisk had paid good money to have Electro made the way he was. Fancy Dan, Ox, Montana and Mr Big- a group of 4 known as the Enforcers newly in the pay of the Kingpin of Crime.
Cesar Ciscero, Fortunato, Hammerhead, Silvermane and TOmbstone- the Four men who had crept in like vultures to take chunks of Wilson Fisk's criminal Empire after his fall. Now all dead or wounded, along with others.
Fisk turned and switched on the massive television he had had installed in his office, reigniting his cigar. He waited patiently through almost an hour of news before it came.
"Breaking news that a series of attacks have killed or incapacitated an unspecified number of people in Hell's Kitchen. These attacks, executed with amazing precision, have taken out all known crime bosses operating in Hell's Kitchen, as well as more, most of them untouchable by the law due to their swarms of lawyers..... Cesar Ciscero, Silvermane, Fortunato, the list goes on and on...."
Wilson Fisk laughed loudly and turned to stare into the storm-lashed night. He wondered how long it would be now before Daredevil saw the report. He would undoubtedly come crashing back into this office. He would know who it was. So would others, but they could do nothing. He was untouchable.
The Kingpin threw open the lsiding glass door of his office and strode out onto the balcony far above Hell's Kitchen. It was his once more- HIS! HELL'S KITCHEN BELONGED TO THE KINGPIN OF CRIME!
Behind him, the news played on.
"The Question on Everyone's mind is... Who is running all the criminal activity in the Tristate area tonight?
Hands folded behind his back, his cane still in them, the Kingpin looked out his window into the pouring rain of Hell's Kitchen. Any second now... THERE! An explosion tore through the cold night, ripping apart a warehouse. The base of the criminal boss known as Hammerhead, thanks to a bomb planted there by a criminal named Mr Big. The Kingpin cracked his knuckles slightly and imagined the scene on the streets.
Silvermane, the famous white-haired criminal who hired too many lawyers to allow him to be convicted for any one of his hideous crimes. He would be walking out to his car to begin the drive back to his house, when a small man with a pistol stepped out of the shadows and shot him in the head. Fancy Dan did not miss.
Cesar Ciscero, the man who ran the Italian Mafia in Hell's Kitchen- a dangerous man indeed. In his top storey office he never allowed anyone armed to see him. But being unarmed would hardly matter when Ox, one of the Kingpin's underlings and larger even than him, threw him through a window in the middle of their appointment.
Tombstone, the criminal mastermind who liked to keep a low profile and operate on the street level. He would be walking home without guards to show his mettle and bravery, in his full bulletproof suit, smugly aware that no-one would dare attack him with his strength and resistance. It wouldn't help when a whip wrapped itself around his neck and he was dragged into an alley to be throttled to death less than a block away from safety. Montana was subtle when he needed to be.
Old Fortunato, the leader of the crime bosses currently operating, would be making his way back to his safehouse. He would have guards all around him in his limo of bulletproof glass windows, totally safe- or so it would seem. Unfortunately, it would not protect him when one of his bald "associates" suddenly fried them all with bolts of lightning. They could not anticipate Electro.
Fisk had paid good money to have Electro made the way he was. Fancy Dan, Ox, Montana and Mr Big- a group of 4 known as the Enforcers newly in the pay of the Kingpin of Crime.
Cesar Ciscero, Fortunato, Hammerhead, Silvermane and TOmbstone- the Four men who had crept in like vultures to take chunks of Wilson Fisk's criminal Empire after his fall. Now all dead or wounded, along with others.
Fisk turned and switched on the massive television he had had installed in his office, reigniting his cigar. He waited patiently through almost an hour of news before it came.
"Breaking news that a series of attacks have killed or incapacitated an unspecified number of people in Hell's Kitchen. These attacks, executed with amazing precision, have taken out all known crime bosses operating in Hell's Kitchen, as well as more, most of them untouchable by the law due to their swarms of lawyers..... Cesar Ciscero, Silvermane, Fortunato, the list goes on and on...."
Wilson Fisk laughed loudly and turned to stare into the storm-lashed night. He wondered how long it would be now before Daredevil saw the report. He would undoubtedly come crashing back into this office. He would know who it was. So would others, but they could do nothing. He was untouchable.
The Kingpin threw open the lsiding glass door of his office and strode out onto the balcony far above Hell's Kitchen. It was his once more- HIS! HELL'S KITCHEN BELONGED TO THE KINGPIN OF CRIME!
Behind him, the news played on.
"The Question on Everyone's mind is... Who is running all the criminal activity in the Tristate area tonight?