Warehouse Punk VII
By
Gym Dude
My recon mission proved what Dave had told me. Each man would work the
rugged stud over, pretty much when and where they wanted to, but Dave’s fear of
Frank was fully justified. It was one thing to face someone in the ring
and lose to a stronger and superior fighter, shit, how well I know that! Sure,
when Dave kicked my ass, he’d usually follow up with some humiliation and
intimidation, but Frank seems to have perfected the art of total physical and
mental domination. In a fight, he would twist, crush and tear at his
man’s helpless physique until the guy was totally destroyed. Hell, even
when Dave was just sitting on the couch, Frank was walking behind him and
clamped on a vicious nerve lock on Dave’s traps. The poor sap didn’t
expect a thing, then one second later he’s helplessly screaming in terror and
agony. The kind of sneak attack that you’d pull on a little brother.