He's on his knees as I ask him for one good reason not to kill him. How cliche... to have the villian on his knees after we are both beaten and bashed from fighting... to have his left leg pumping out blood on the asphalt. It's funny really; you can actually see the places where I ripped out the IV needles. Too bad that whiny ass Daredevil isn't here to see it. He would enjoy seeing Kingpin dead. And after all this trouble I went through to get to him, all the guards and mobsters I had to spray down, the little prick doesn't even show up to see me finish him off.

He begs to know my name and asks if there is a price that I am willing to settle with, and I tell him his wisdom teeth would be a good start. I'm going to need them in order to send them to his wife to where she can claim the body. He asks me for a name, and I tell him the one who finally got rid of Kingpin, the one that lives and breathes off of the suffering of the wicked...and he gasps the word Punisher as I feel the rod being slammed upon my head..I black out and spread round after round of bullets around the ally, only to see a red figure leap off the walls and into my face with every force known to man.

All I hear is, "You're not the one to finish him off... that's my line of work."