Warehouse Punk VII
By
Gym Dude
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.