8. The Kingpin
Before I get started, let me just say how much I was surprised by the new Masta Ace. Good production with decent lyrics. I normally hate older artists putting out new material. Most of their new crap usually sucks ass. It’s one of the reasons I haven’t even tried to get a copy of the new KRS-One. It probably sucks ass. Much like Undertaker V. JBL. Although, it probably was a good idea to get the belt off of Eddie. The dude doesn’t need it, and it wasn’t doing anything for him, except keeping him in a worthless feud with Bradshaw. Now JBL can play shit-heel for the next couple of months until the shine wears off completely, or somebody new steps up.
Anyway, here’s my last entry for the week. I’ll continue this countdown on Monday, probably double up on one of the days. Or maybe not. It depends. Still have a lot of crap I have to do, definitely backed up. But tonight, I chill, or chillax, or some other bullshit like that. A movie. Food. Crap like that. So, let’s start this so we all can get the fuck outta here.
Mister 8 is the Godfather of comics, the man who puts the fat in ass, the first Notorious B.I.G., the dude with enough to go around to be a top dog in two comics. It’s none other than…
Wilson Fisk, the notorious Kingpin of crime, first made the scene in 1967. Before the first gangsta rapper ever threatened a record exec or beat down a journalist Wu-Tang-style, Kingpin would attempt to shut J. Jonah Jameson the fuck up for good after he ran several pieces in the Bugle exposing the rising underworld crime scene. Kingpin, who exemplifies self-made, created his criminal organization from the ground up, slowly but surely dominating Hell’s Kitchen, spreading throughout New York, and ultimately controlling the entire east coast crime scene. Once, Spider-man retired briefly from the crime fighting scene, Kingpin was able to unite the many gang factions and create one of the strongest criminal enterprises ever. Of course, when Spider-man returned, things fell apart.
Although, Fisk still remained strong afterwards, even though suffering several setbacks. What truly was the end of Fisk’s criminal empire was none other then, you guessed it, a woman. That’s right. Like any good thug, Fisk needed a good woman by his side. Not some hood rat, slutty, chickenhead beyotch, but a decent, future mother to his children-type good woman, who went by the name of Vanessa. Vanessa turned a blind eye to his business, but soon tired of it, and talked the Notorious One to give it all up. And Fisk did, because pussy ain’t nothing but Kryptonite to a thug like the Kingpin. Kingpin would return to the Orient, where he earlier learned his sumo and martial arts fighting styles. And his criminal organization crumbled.
Pachino know. Everytime you leave, they pull you back in. It’s the life. See, his woman wanted Kingpin to go fully clean, so she wanted Fisk to rat on his old associates. Before he could do anything, members of his old crew whacked her ass. Fisk, seeking revenge, released his files to Daredevil, in effect letting the government prosecutors bring down the dudes who were running things back in New York. But Fisk didn’t do it out of the goodness of his heart. He did it so he could return, step right back in the scene, and start back to running his shit again. His final bid to control New York led to him backing a mayoral candidate. But those plans were averted when Dardevil found his dead wife, alive, and made a deal with Fisk that if Fisk stopped his candidate from taking office, Daredevil would return his wife to him. And you know what Fisk did. He accepted. Because like I said, pussy ain’t nothing but Kryptonite.
To prove that shit ten-fold, one of Kingpin’s greatest victories against Daredevil happened by the hands of Daredevil’s former mama, Karen Page. Beyotch was on the pipe, hooked up in that heroin. And we all know a druggie beyotch can’t be trusted. For a hit, the beyotch ratted out Murdock to a dealer. Probably sucked him off, too. The dealer passed the shit on to Kingpin, and now Biggy Biggs knows everything on Daredevil, including his real identity. He uses the information to destory Daredevil personally by making him penniless, accused of bribery, and finally, getting him stripped of his license to practice law. And then Kingpin gets the chance to beat the fuck outta Daredevil. Now that’s a thug for ya.
Afterwards, he sends his crew, including crazy woman, Typhoid Mary, to take him out in one convoluted love/hate tale. But all this shit makes Murdock stronger. And he does the reversal, making the Kingpin bankrupt and taking his wife away to unknown parts overseas. Afterwards, Kingpin’s tales turn downhill. How many times can a man be shot, or killed, or lose his criminal empire? I think at one time he was blinded by a cap to the face, and recently got the shit beat out of him by Daredevil. Too bad. The new millennium hasn’t done shit for Fisk.
Fisk is a man who at times has had the benefit of what many villains haven’t, a great writer transcribing your tales. And I mean Frank Miller when I state this. Fisk, became increasing calculating and menacing under Miller. Although, Stan Lee did a pleasant job as well. And when Fisk returns from Japan, we see a man who is capable of pretty much anything, his only flaw, the love of a good woman, which adds a hint of humanity to the crime figure. Same goes for sparing a son who wants nothing but to put a bullet in the back of ya. It’s fitting, and somewhat unnerving, that his son would die by the hands of Vanessa, proving she was a down ass beyotch all along.
Now that’s epic, which is what a real villains should be. His days are behind him. But when this character was in his prime, it was glorious to watch him battle our heroes. The stories he appeared in live on as top rate. And the myth lives on for future retellings.
Long live the Notorious One.
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