Fisk Of The Good Business
Teaser
King Willy, once feared crime lord of Los Angeles and self-proclaimed sorcerer of Voodoo, let out an anguished cry of pain as his eyeballs bulged and exploded in his sockets. The blood and gore erupted and spilled over the lobby desk of Fisk Corporation and onto the black marble floor. The only thing remaining was the optic nerve endings that before held the eyes in their sockets.
"De power!!" King Willy tried to scramble out from behind the lobby Desk. "Oh, de Power…"
A powerful blow to the side of King Willy's temple sent him spiralling onto the marble floor. The optic nerve endings protruding from mangled, bloody sockets were the only things that were moving.
A few spattering hollow noises of a cane striking the marble, each strike creates small cane-like craters in the black marble flooring.
A brief flash of white tuxedo trousers, the flailing of a white tuxedo jacket then everything goes dark. The lights in the entire Fisk Corporation building were blown out!
The only sound that can be heard is the smattering of the cane striking the marble. A hand flashes past an ID scan. It beeps and chimes, beeps and chimes some more then the hydraulic hiss of the elevator doors opening.
"ID scanner complete," the computer generated voice squawked. "Welcome Wesley Owen Welsh and remember. Do good Business!"
"Oh, oh, oh," the Tuxedo Man laughed while lighting up a Cuban cigar.
The light briefly lit up the eyes of the Tuxedo Man. They were filled with deep, bottomless power and the means to do good business with that power. Then the elevator doors closes.
Wilson Fisk stood stared through the window and out the world that he helped create; in an image worthy to call "Good Business".
He still gloated of the achievements when he finally wrapped his hands against Daredevil's neck and snapped it. When he swatted that Spider man freak from the skyscrapers with his own hands and when he assimilated the Baxter Building and Stark Enterprise.
The PDA on his fine dark grey granite table began to jingle and vibrate. Wilson snatched it in one meaty hand, glaring at the small screen. A few words flashed across the screen that caught his attention, but nothing else spurred his reaction. He placed it back down on the table and resumed his Business Stance in front of the window.
Moments later the lights went out in his office and the elevator chimed out in the corridor. Heavy footsteps echoed throughout before coming to rest in the entrance of Wilson's office.
Wilson Fisk turned around, now lighting up an identical Cuban Cigar a cruel smile spreading across his lips.
"Wesley," Wilson boomed in his best Business voice. "My dear old friend!"
When the silhouette of Tuxedo Man didn't quake in fear or move from the position of the doorway. Wilson could only make out the broad shoulders and the baldhead that the light from the elevator was bouncing off of he had to correct himself.
"Wesley…is that you?" Wilson whispered.
"That name no longer applies…" Tuxedo Man's voice was thick English accented and deep.
The Tuxedo Man stepped forward the spotlight from a passing helicopter illuminated his figure. He was large and stocky, shoulders the size of Wilson's. He was wearing a white tuxedo suit and black silk shirt and white tie; an English Tudor Rose was pinned to his lapel. He was in the Business Stance Wilson Fisk was in earlier.
"You may call me The Kingpin." He took another step forward. "And I've come to assimilate you!"
End of teaser!