What If Kingpin Was Sitting in the Chair When Tombstone Came Back to His Office in Gangland?

Submitted by: Yours Truly - SpideyFan914

"I knew Hammerhead wasn't capable of pulling that off by himself. But I should've known it was you...."

"Of course. There's never been anyone else...." Suddenly, the chair spins around, revealing a very, very fat man. "How long has it been now? Twelve years?"

"Yes, twelve years. Twelve years since you planted me in the seat of power."

"I didn't plantyou here. Not intentionally anyway. You were just a hit-man. The letter was intended for my son."

"It was delivered to me." Tombstone walks up to the desk, and opens up a drawer, pulling out an envelope marked CONFIDENTIAL. Inside was a wrinkly piece of loose-leaf paper.

As you are probably aware by now, I have been quite unsatisfied with the crime boss in New York City. He has gotten stuck-up and over-confident with his age. He has long forgotten who allowed him to rise to power in the first place. Therefore, I am now going to ensure you with the keys to the city.

Enclosed in this envelope is a glass vial containing a blue serum. Drink it. This will give you great strength and speed, nearly matching my own. Although yours won't be as natural as mine, this power should assist you in sparking and winning a gang war. In the end, you will be the victor and you will be the new Big Man.

-King

"Of course, the unexpected angle was Frederick Foswell. How'd you set that one up again?"

"I gave the evidence to a paperboy, who slipped in into Foswell's cubicle when he wasn't looking. Cost me a nickel. Won you the war."

"It certainly explained why you were so sure I'd win."

"I thought I was doing this for my son."

"Yes, how did that mix-up occur anyway? You never told me."

"You were employed for him at the time. You tell me."

Tombstone made a face. He knows. Damn!

"So is why you've betrayed me?"

"Yes, it was called to my attention just recently. You know, Lincoln -"

"Tombstone."

"You know, Lincoln, I don't like it when things happen without my knowing."

"Well then, you won't like this. Your son was a wimp and a coward. He didn't have the guts to be a crime lord. Sorry you didn't know."

At this, the fat man jumped out of the desk, locked his large hands around Tombstone's throat, and in the next moment, he sat on top of the albino, squeezing.

"You don't talk that way to me, Lincoln. I am Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin of All Crime. I run every country on this planet, and the people do not even know it. You? You're just hired help."

Tombstone lunged a punch into the man's belly, sending him flying towards the window. However, the man managed to regain his balance just before crashing through.

"New York City is too important for me to lose. The commercial capital of the world, you understand? I was willing to allow you to keep it out of mercy, until I learned of your immense treachery. Still, though, I was going to let you live. But you when you talk about my son that way -"

"What way? Truthfully?"

The Kingpin charged at Tombstone again, picking him up and lunging him out the window before he could even react.

Tombstone crashed hard on the pavement below. It was rush hour.

"He attacked me," Fisk bellowed out for the people below to hear, "and I defended myself."

Someone below cried out, "I bet you're taking his place!" A few others agreed.

Later that night, those several people would die in car crashes, as would the two reporters on the scene.

Fisk sat down at his desk. This city is yours, now. Be patient. It's only a matter of time before they fear you enough to submit....