Fisk gasped and coughed as the air suddenly rushed back into his lungs. He felt the familiar burn of sensation returning to his limbs from being asleep. He gasped and sputtered as he sat up and saw what he was expecting.
Sure, it was a little later than he'd hoped, but the ambush worked as it should've.
Fisk smiled under his mask, laughing. He stumbled to his feet, and rolled the lower half of his mask above his nose. He reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, and began wiping the blood from his face. "Y'know something... I did warn you. Could've made it easy on yourself." Scarred lips stretched to a wicked grin. "Gave me a good knockin' though, I'll give you that."
He stepped forward to the bound Ivan.
"But did you really think, even for a moment, that a genius like me wouldn't have a contingency plan?" Fisk flourished his arms towards Ivan's captors.
"Ivan, my friend, I want you to meet The Respects!" He leaned in close to Ivan. "Or in your case,
your betters." Fisk reached into his belt-loop, and pulled out the glass shiv he'd been hiding.
"Now, I want you to know this is nothing personal- Well, actually, it is now, you kind have made it personal. If you had just given up, this would've been a lot less trouble for me, and a lot more painless for you. As of now, I kind of have to pay you back for the 'difficulties' you've given me. Again; Nothing personal."
Fisk looked at the shiv, then back to Ivan. "You should feel honored though. You're going to be the start of something great. We're making history here, Ivan buddy, and you're playing a grandiose part in it. Everyone's gonna know your story, as it will be the stepping stone to mine- err, ours." He looked up at his compatriots, his revealed mouth smirking. "Again, you should feel honored about this though, were you to go against anyone else in any other season, I have no doubt you'd have made your mark, hell, you may have even won! It's not your fault you went against me, it's just your fault for fighting the inevitable, and for that, I have to send a message."
He slid a hand down Ivan's cheek and caressed it. "I'd like to say this will hurt me more than you, but to be frank ol' Ivan ol' pal, you are making this very easy for me. Didn't help you broke the most important rule of
Villainy 101,
never brag before you've won."
He brought the shiv towards Ivan's forehead. "Now what were you saying? Oh yeah,
you're the start of something special? Well, you're not wrong. Savor these moments. There's no greater thing than to spend your remaining minutes basking in the greatness of your superiors." Yeah, that's right Fisk, play it up for the crowd, give the world what they want.
Fisk pressed the glass into Ivan's flesh, marking a vertical line down the center of his forehead. He paid no mind to the screaming, Ivan asked for it the moment he decided to fight like an absolute cheater. "My my, this is a lot easier than I thought it'd be. It's like butter." Fisk followed through with a horizontal line on top right side of the slash. Than another just below it. "Wow, these are some neat cuts. These are some neat fucking cuts." He squeezed his hand over Ivan's cheeks and pressed his head up to face the rest of The Respects. He looked up and smiled at them. There were some laughter in the crowd. Some nervous, some very much less so. The camera zoomed in on Ivan, surrounded by the masked gang, it closed up on his face, and onto the symbol marked into his forehead.
F
Fisk stood up, laughing. He unrolled his mask back to cover his face. "Start of something special... I like that. That's a good line. I'll use it in your honor Ivan." And with that, he finished with a roundhouse kick to the Ivan's temple, knocking him limp.
"He's all yours boys and girls!" Fisk stepped past the group down towards the stairs to retrieve his gun. Two steps down and he heard the lovely telltale sounds of stomps and punches behind him.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
