"Crack!"
As Fisk's knee joint snapped, he let out a howl of agony.
His broken knee could no longer support his massive, muscular frame. His mountain-like body lurched off balance, and he dropped heavily to his knees on the cold floor. His injured knee slammed into the hard surface, dealing another brutal blow to the damage.
Sharp pain spread through his entire body from the cracks in his bones. The underworld king who ruled Hell's Kitchen went deathly pale, ugly veins bulging at his temples as cold sweat instantly broke out across his forehead.
The domineering presence that had crushed everything before him collapsed in an instant, leaving only uncontrollable pain and humiliation.
Matt stood before him, breathing a little heavily, the fierce aggression of their battle still clinging to him. He slowly turned and picked up the crystal cane that symbolized Kingpin's power over his criminal empire.
With the cold metal shaft in his palm, Matt couldn't stop himself from remembering that dark alley all those years ago. It was there that he had lost his only family.
Now, he would put an end to it all.
With the grim resolve of vengeance, Matt raised the crystal cane high, ready to end this endless struggle once and for all.
"Bang!"
Fisk's heart hammered wildly. It took him a moment to realize he was still alive. He looked up. The crystal cane had slammed down beside his head, barely a hand's breadth from his skull.
Any closer, and his head would have burst like a watermelon, spraying juice everywhere.
At the last moment, Matt had reined in his desire to kill Fisk and shifted his aim.
Fisk looked at Matt as he straightened and shook his head. With Matt's abilities, he knew this couldn't have been a mistake, but still,