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Wilson Fisk. Majority owner of NPU and a quintessential entrepreneur ahead of his time.

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I’ve been thinking of some ideas for this news blog of mine (though I’m not entirely sure I’d call it news. I mainly just blog about my feelings on what’s going on in this city) and one thing that I want to do with this is to get to the truth of what’s going on. To bring to light, the real news, real emotion at the heart of this city.

And what better way to start that than with someone I believe is misinterpreted in this city. Someone I feel has a different side to him than we’ve allowed ourselves to believe. I’m just someone who feels that all of us, no matter how evil or dark we can be, has a good or something akin to “good” side.

And so I, April Jeanette Mendez, do hereby cordially invite Mr Wilson Fisk to allow me to write a piece for my blog that will shine light on the real person behind the money and business industry he surrounds himself with on a day-to-day basis.

@kingpinofcrime

On behalf of my beautiful wife Vanessa, my own family and Fisk Enterprises, and myself, I'm more than ecstatic to accept your cordial and humble invitation Ms. Mendez. Your skill for writing and journalism has often caught my eye whenever I find myself browsing through the Daily Bugle's Sunday editions, and I must say, I'm more than both pleased and surprised that you want to see a day in the life of Wilson Fisk behind the scenes and give the general New York public a taste of what an influential and generational entrepreneur like myself endures on a daily basis when campaigning for an esteemed position such as the mayor of New York City. It's an honor and a pleasure I don't mind sharing at all whatsoever."

And through chaos, order shall be restored to the world.

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The moment when the first thing on your list of things to bring into fruition finally comes together. It’s equalling the taste of the first coffee of the day. Almost.

“Be careful what type of hell you end up wishing upon yourself young lady. You have absolutely no idea what form it’ll take when you partake in this…Crossfit nonsense. I still don’t see hos it could actually help one’s phsyical well-being and strength, but to each their own I suppose,” Fisk shook his head at the petite young woman, surveying the rest of the gym. "But you have to love when a good plan comes together."

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Her eyes were glued to him now. He always had a way with words back in Boston, and she knew to some extent he had his points. He wasn’t to be underestimated. She took a deep breath to calm herself as she turned to face him better. “I’m listening…” she said simply not wanting to waste time on words. He had a point to get to and she wanted to get to it and be done with him. The longer they sat there the harder it was getting to control Phoenix. “Talk fast.”

"This will be done at my own pace Miss Grey or you won't be receiving any information I have to offer you. Is that clear and understood?" he asked. After what he presumed was a quiet grunt of defeat, the criminal mastermind continued with his speech. "There is a man who operates out of several abandoned areas deep within the sewers of New York City. He goes by the name the Owl, and is the son of a former colleague of mine hellbent on getting revenge on the city that...killed his father I suppose you could say. He's gotten so angry to the point that he's bound to start taking even more of an investment in mutants than you'd like. I could even tell you what person he's receiving the mutants from, but one step at a time." Gripping his cane, he turned toward Jean with a smirk on his face. "So will you be extending your services forward to a good cause Miss Grey?"

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Jean felt her lip snarl a bit as a small girl was chasing a butterfly nearby and she tried to use that image to ground her. She couldn’t lose control. She couldn’t let them get caught in the crossfire. But Phoenix was chomping at the bit, even though it knew that Jean was right. “A proposition form you always comes with strings attached. You aren’t a man to just do something unless there is something in it for you.” she hissed and shot him a glare. “I’m sure whatever you have planned would be more of an issue than it’s worth..”

"My darling Jean, I can assure you that this problem that currently exists is an extremely important matter for the both of us. You see, there is a man that exists deep within the heart of the concrete jungle of New York. Not only does he try to knock down my establishments that I've worked extremely hard to build, but he's also rather fond of capturing mutants and turning them into his own weapons against humanity." Fisk knew he had Jean's full and complete undivided attention now when he'd mentioned the tortured mutants, especially after Jean's rescue heroics made headlines and the front page of the Bugle when she saved all of those mutants from drowning at the hands of those Inhuman twins. "Would you prefer to allow these mutants to continue being forced into doing someone's bidding or are you noble enough to free your own kind?" he inquired, knowing exactly what she was going to say next.

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Jean jumped at the sound of the familiar voice and she felt the Phoenix inside attempt to flare up and take over. She took a deep breath and tried to center herself as she turned to face him. Her lips were pressed tightly together as she looked him in the face. There were innocents here, civilians who would only thing her the monster if she were to do anything to him. Her fists clenched as the Phoenix pushed for control. “You have no idea how much I’m fighting the urge to let the Phoenix have her way with you.” she hissed. “But you know I can’t do that here without it ending badly.” she growled. “What the hell are you doing here.”

"Smart woman," Fisk nodded with a smirk of approval, noting her ability to scan her surroundings and come away with a variety of different scenarios. "I was simply enjoying a stroll through one of my favorite neighborhood parks and I just so happened to find you here at the same location as I at the same time. It must be killing you right now to find out what's transpiring in my mind right now. You've got to love mental blocks," Fisk chided Jean, much to her dismay. "I've got a rather interesting...proposition for you Miss Grey. See, everyone realizes just how incredibly powerful of a person you are, and some see you in the worst possible light because of that: fear. What if I were to tell you that I possess the stroke and influence to...lessen that to a degree?"

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Jean took a deep breath as she felt the cool air hitting her sweat coated skin. Her head phones were in and playing a set that usually could help her pull away from the other minds and just be centered. She’d been working on controling the voice that would be heard in her head but at times she still couldn’t master it. And today was one of those days. Running through Central Park on a Sunday morning there were to many people to clear out. She sat on the edge of the fountain she’d stopped by and took a second to herself. She was so focused on clearing her mind that she hadn’t realized who she was sitting next to.

"You seem to be sporting the face of a person who has mountains for shoulders," came the clever and eloquent spoken voice of the infamous Wilson Fisk. The entrepreneur sat on the edge of the fountain, with an expensive cane in hand, staring straight ahead at watching some of the kids play in the park. "I recall all of those times previously on the forum when you wanted to reach out and attempt to kill me for trying to make my city a better place. And yet here we find ourselves, sitting side by side, and none of those threats have become inminent yet. I suppose we could say that the power of peace has won out in your current state of mind, has it not?" Fisk asked, pushing all of the right buttons and asking all of the right questions. Did he really have the balls to be talking to someone who could burn him out of existence like this?

The festivities tonight at this god’s party have been rather enjoyable tonight despite the peculiar mix of people that have populated this place with their presence. Taking many notes while partaking in this luncheon indeed.

I fear no threats from you, Miss Grey. If you truly wished to be here tonight, you would come at a moment’s notice to come and see me. Unfortunately, I have already departed from the luncheon, but if you wish to come see me, or even speak with me, you know how to find me. Simply reach out.

The festivities tonight at this god’s party have been rather enjoyable tonight despite the peculiar mix of people that have populated this place with their presence. Taking many notes while partaking in this luncheon indeed.

Boston begs to differ, child. A chameleon often comes in many shades, and if you fail to see what stands right before your very eyes, what comes next is entirely your own fault. We'll see if New York can learn from Boston's mistakes. Good night child.

kingpinofcrime:

You judge someone based off their mere word selection and choices? Whatever helps you sleep better at night, Mr. Frye. You just stick to your day and night job handling your bar and leave the heavy lifting of the city to the people that matter.

I don’t work off of any opinions of anyone but me own an’ maybe my sister’s. So far she an’ I haven’t been wrong about anyone in this city. I do all of my jobs well and that includes any and all kind of lifting. I would imagine despite how highly you think of yourself the people of this city who do matter, don’t count you among their ranks. Do try to enjoy your evening of lechery, as I’m sure it’s the only thing you truly do well, my good man. G’night an’ fare thee well

And you unfortunately fail to understand how the true heirarchy of this city works, but when the next mayoral campaign rolls around New York City, you will see entirely just how much weight and value my name carries, Mr. Frye. You, your sister, and any of your insubordinate workers. Good night.

The girls are back in town! 🤗🤗 ready to party it out tonight!!!! Who am I dancing with tonight!

Ms. Nelson, I would make a kindly suggestion to go cheer up the shrouded man with the slumping shoulders. I believe his name is Loki. Perhaps you could interest him with a dance.

The festivities tonight at this god’s party have been rather enjoyable tonight despite the peculiar mix of people that have populated this place with their presence. Taking many notes while partaking in this luncheon indeed.

You judge someone based off their mere word selection and choices? Whatever helps you sleep better at night, Mr. Frye. You just stick to your day and night job handling your bar and leave the heavy lifting of the city to the people that matter.

The girls are back in town! 🤗🤗 ready to party it out tonight!!!! Who am I dancing with tonight!

Ms. Nelson, I would make a kindly suggestion to go cheer up the shrouded man with the slumping shoulders. I believe his name is Loki. Perhaps you could interest him with a dance.

The festivities tonight at this god’s party have been rather enjoyable tonight despite the peculiar mix of people that have populated this place with their presence. Taking many notes while partaking in this luncheon indeed.

My dear, I'm not planning anything on this evening. I'm merely here for observance and to enjoy the delicious delicacies that have been provided by the gracious host of the evening. Whether a person gets drunk or impaired tonight has no effect on my plans or what I'm getting into, especially when it's so easy to blend in in plain sight. I could easily turn you in for underage drinking right now, but I suppose that can be our little secret, hm?

The festivities tonight at this god's party have been rather enjoyable tonight despite the peculiar mix of people that have populated this place with their presence. Taking many notes while partaking in this luncheon indeed.

I know @intelligentblades will say she can introduce herself but for now, I’ll do it for the both of us. We are Jacob and Evie Frye and as of this moment, you’re all welcome for our presence. Just two “simple” twins from Crawley in merry old England who’ve put our marks on London and are now ready to take on the states. It started with our well known Native American style bar on the outskirts of New York City called The Aquila and now after a bit of work we’ve finished working on our newest endeavor a Steampunk inspired bar named, affectionately thanks to Evie, The Jackdaw which you will find closer to the heart of such a bustling city. Either way we’ve been watching for a while and have seen a lot but that just makes us more hungry to jump into the fray. So stop on by if you’re looking for a job, or perhaps a bit more we’ve got it all at both of our locations. We promise you won’t regret it, well unless you end up tasting – JACOB!

For the life of me, I cannot recall whether we've met in the past or not, but whether we have or haven't, welcome to the forum boards all the same Sir Jacob Frye, and Madame Evie Frye. I'm Wilson Fisk, wealthy New York entrepreneur and opportunist trying to make New York City a much more safer and inhabitable place for today's fellow New Yorkers amd the future ones to come. I'm not sure what brings you to the media capital of the world, but I can both assure you and attest to the fact that something is always transpiring in New York City. You just have to pay attention to the signs sometimes if you ever hope to figure out exactly what that may be. I'll leave you to your establishment and wish you the best of luck with it in the future.

A much brighter future than any of us could ever imagine.

I see many of you are still alive and breathing, even though your personal issues do still persist.

Most unfortunate, but the game is far from finished.

I'm a natural born survivor, Jean. Whenever an epic plan collapses upon itself, a true thinker always has an escape plan, always. As for your latter question, I'm almost positive you can guess exactly where I am, but with this thought scrambler was brought to me from the black market by a client of mine, I'm afraid you'll have to dig a lot deeper if you hope to find my whereabouts. There are much bigger fish to fry than you, after all.

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