Post by Mighty Frank on Apr 18, 2024 9:20:34 GMT -5
The scene fades in again as Frank’s hammer strikes a nail. Again. Again. Again. Frank's mind goes back to his memories of Damnation and a Day XXII, for a moment the blood and sweat is running down his face again.
Denni and I went to war at Damnation and a Day… it's hard to say who won, some would say neither, especially on paper. But I think Denni won that one. Sure, she begged me to stop when I choked her with that wire, but she tossed us both off of the platform that rendered us both unconscious. She risked her own well bein’ to defeat me.
Frank strikes the head of a fresh nail with his hammer, it sinks into the wood. In his mind's eye, he can see her swinging that monitor at him, feeling it collide with his skull. He feels it open him up and then the knee strike to finish the job of busting him wide open. Frank can feel the blood trickle down his forehead.
He smiles at this memory.
I have respect for that. Denni gave me a fight and she made me bleed and she had the balls to finish it. You gotta give that love and that's what I got for her, nothin’ but love… but I ain’t rollin’ over and callin’ it quits yet. This thing between Denni and I, it ain’t over. In fact, I’m just gettin’ started.
No, I ain’t about to go down no damn rabbit hole of obsession if I can't beat Denni in the long run like Mr. Natural. I ain’t about to recreate that boring story. It ain’t my style and Denni ain’t quite worth losin’ your shit over. Denni, Joe's a lucky man to have you, but you ain't exactly my type. If I can't get a legitimate win over Denni, I might give it another try or I might just walk away until we meet again… I ain't about to let myself get dragged into oblivion tryin’ to force a square peg in a round hole.
That just ain't my style, but, the tale of the tape still has us both 0-0, so I gotta say, I think we got one more in us, Denni.
Frank picks up a nail and drives it in, but he nicks a knuckle in the process and he got it pretty good. The knuckle opens up and blood pours out. Frank just smiles and he wipes the blood on his face, as he goes back to hammering nails. He knocks one in. Then another and another after that, soon he is lulled into almost a meditative state and his mind begins to wander, the blood he wiped on himself mixing with the sweat on his forehead and begins to run down his face.
Perhaps we should make a match that can't be thrown out this next go round though. But we gotta wait a bit for that. Brian Klesko ain’t about to give that match away on any random Pure Mayhem.
Somethin’ tells me, we might meet again once or twice, but it ain’t gonna amount to no clear decision on who the better wrestler is.
Until then, I set my sights on this comin’ Mayhem, where I'll step foot in the ring with Disturbed and Matt “Redline” Steven's in a three-way dance in the Big Easy. Now, I don’t know jack shit about Redline. I've seen him around some here and there. From what I understand, he's made a return and has tried to recapture some of that lost magic like I am. To that I say, best of luck to ya, but don't get it twisted, I ain’t about to take it easy on anybody.
Speakin’ of not takin’ it easy. Disturbed, I know plenty about you. You and I go way back. You, me, and Sockman Jones headlined Hardcore Heaven 2019. What happened to that guy anyway? What a weird dude. Anyway, I stuffed your ass in a dumpster alongside Sockman and walked away the victor that day, but that was almost 5 years ago. Hard to believe it's been that long, but it has.
Anyways, Disturbed when I look at you, look at your body of work. I see a man similar to myself. Both of our careers have been filled with ups and downs. Yet, we KEEP HAMMERIN’.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say we're kindred spirits or anythin’ of the sort. Let's not pretend there is any love lost between us. There ain't one damn bit. We ain't friends and we don't like each other. Maybe some respect though? At least enough of it to know if one of us gets a chance to take other guy out, we better take it. Otherwise we’re probably end up wishin’ we did.
Now, I'd be one lyin’ sonofabitch if I didn't say I ain’t really lookin’ forward to steppin’ into the ring with Disturbed, he likes nothin’ more than to hurt people and he's damn good at it too, but truth be told, that ain’t got me scared. I can handle Disturbed, I've done it before. I can do it again… but I'd be lyin’ if I said I was lookin’ forward to it. I ain’t never lookin’ forward to gettin’ a few lumps, even if I do come out on top. Sure, I'll risk it. I ain’t about to tuck my tail and run away. I'll even welcome it when the time comes. You see, I ain’t afraid of a heavy load. In fact, I was forged carryin’ them. A heavy lift is just another day at the office for me and well… if there is one thing you can say for certain about Disturbed, it's that the man is going to make you work for it. If you want to come out on top, you're going to have to earn it. I can respect that. I can work with that. I've been havin’ to earn it my whole damn life. Ain’t a damn thing changed in that regard. I ain’t ever gone lookin’ for a shortcut and I ain’t about to start now.
Frank finishes hanging the drywall on this wall and he reholsters his hammer in his belt. He steps back to admire his handiwork. He pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket of his blue jeans and he wipes away the sweat and blood on his forehead.
There are people that say I’m absolutely crazy for comin’ back at my age. As it was, when I won the Brutal Havok Championship and the Xtreme Chaos Championship, I was the oldest person to ever hold either title, let alone both at the same time and that was damn near five years ago. Then there are people that get it. They see a man who ain’t afraid to defy the odds, no matter how stacked they are against me.
I say they are both right.
I’m crazy, probably far more than anyone realizes and yeah, what I’m doin’ is probably commendable. Someone had to do it eventually. Why not me?
Now, I'm not gonna sit here and try and predict how Disturbed or Redline is gonna try and play this one. I ain’t gonna try and predict what they are gonna say and try and beat them to the punch that way. I can guess how Disturbed is gonna do, he talks a lot of shit, it's kind of his thing. I ain’t sure how Redline is going at things this go round, but it don't matter to me none. I ain’t fightin’ a battle of words. This is three-way dance is a wrestlin’ match and well, hate, anger, all of that shit, that's just gonna make you careless if you ain't careful. So there ain’t shit either of my opponents that can say that’s gonna find it’s way under my skin.
I ain't angry…
I don't hate no one… not Denni, not Disturbed, definitely not Redline…
I ain't careless either…
And I definitely ain’t ordinary…
I'M MIGHTY FRANK!
Frank packs up his tools in his toolbox. He turns away from the camera and starts to walk away. He stops though mid stride and turns around.
Oh, I ain’t done yet either. You see, Denni Summers is special, but she ain’t that special. The violence that took place at Damnation and a Day, the disregard I had for my physical welfare and hers… Well, I will take it there with just about anybody. Anybody that wants to take it there, that is. That means you Disturbed, or you Redline. I don't care if I gotta leave a damn trail of bodies and wreckage in my wake. I'm bound and determined to remind everyone that I'm more than just a henchman for Mr. Natural, like I said, I should've never made the decision to trust him, but what's done is done. There ain't no goin’ back far as that's concerned, so the only way is through whatever competition gets thrown my way.
I say, to whoever wants it, bring it on. If I’m gonna go down, I’m gonna go down swingin’. I’m gonna go down hammerin’. I’m gonna go down and take my opponents with me. When my day comes, I know the valkyries will take me to Valhalla.
Frank turns and walks away as the scene fades out.
Denni and I went to war at Damnation and a Day… it's hard to say who won, some would say neither, especially on paper. But I think Denni won that one. Sure, she begged me to stop when I choked her with that wire, but she tossed us both off of the platform that rendered us both unconscious. She risked her own well bein’ to defeat me.
Frank strikes the head of a fresh nail with his hammer, it sinks into the wood. In his mind's eye, he can see her swinging that monitor at him, feeling it collide with his skull. He feels it open him up and then the knee strike to finish the job of busting him wide open. Frank can feel the blood trickle down his forehead.
He smiles at this memory.
I have respect for that. Denni gave me a fight and she made me bleed and she had the balls to finish it. You gotta give that love and that's what I got for her, nothin’ but love… but I ain’t rollin’ over and callin’ it quits yet. This thing between Denni and I, it ain’t over. In fact, I’m just gettin’ started.
No, I ain’t about to go down no damn rabbit hole of obsession if I can't beat Denni in the long run like Mr. Natural. I ain’t about to recreate that boring story. It ain’t my style and Denni ain’t quite worth losin’ your shit over. Denni, Joe's a lucky man to have you, but you ain't exactly my type. If I can't get a legitimate win over Denni, I might give it another try or I might just walk away until we meet again… I ain't about to let myself get dragged into oblivion tryin’ to force a square peg in a round hole.
That just ain't my style, but, the tale of the tape still has us both 0-0, so I gotta say, I think we got one more in us, Denni.
Frank picks up a nail and drives it in, but he nicks a knuckle in the process and he got it pretty good. The knuckle opens up and blood pours out. Frank just smiles and he wipes the blood on his face, as he goes back to hammering nails. He knocks one in. Then another and another after that, soon he is lulled into almost a meditative state and his mind begins to wander, the blood he wiped on himself mixing with the sweat on his forehead and begins to run down his face.
Perhaps we should make a match that can't be thrown out this next go round though. But we gotta wait a bit for that. Brian Klesko ain’t about to give that match away on any random Pure Mayhem.
Somethin’ tells me, we might meet again once or twice, but it ain’t gonna amount to no clear decision on who the better wrestler is.
Until then, I set my sights on this comin’ Mayhem, where I'll step foot in the ring with Disturbed and Matt “Redline” Steven's in a three-way dance in the Big Easy. Now, I don’t know jack shit about Redline. I've seen him around some here and there. From what I understand, he's made a return and has tried to recapture some of that lost magic like I am. To that I say, best of luck to ya, but don't get it twisted, I ain’t about to take it easy on anybody.
Speakin’ of not takin’ it easy. Disturbed, I know plenty about you. You and I go way back. You, me, and Sockman Jones headlined Hardcore Heaven 2019. What happened to that guy anyway? What a weird dude. Anyway, I stuffed your ass in a dumpster alongside Sockman and walked away the victor that day, but that was almost 5 years ago. Hard to believe it's been that long, but it has.
Anyways, Disturbed when I look at you, look at your body of work. I see a man similar to myself. Both of our careers have been filled with ups and downs. Yet, we KEEP HAMMERIN’.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say we're kindred spirits or anythin’ of the sort. Let's not pretend there is any love lost between us. There ain't one damn bit. We ain't friends and we don't like each other. Maybe some respect though? At least enough of it to know if one of us gets a chance to take other guy out, we better take it. Otherwise we’re probably end up wishin’ we did.
Now, I'd be one lyin’ sonofabitch if I didn't say I ain’t really lookin’ forward to steppin’ into the ring with Disturbed, he likes nothin’ more than to hurt people and he's damn good at it too, but truth be told, that ain’t got me scared. I can handle Disturbed, I've done it before. I can do it again… but I'd be lyin’ if I said I was lookin’ forward to it. I ain’t never lookin’ forward to gettin’ a few lumps, even if I do come out on top. Sure, I'll risk it. I ain’t about to tuck my tail and run away. I'll even welcome it when the time comes. You see, I ain’t afraid of a heavy load. In fact, I was forged carryin’ them. A heavy lift is just another day at the office for me and well… if there is one thing you can say for certain about Disturbed, it's that the man is going to make you work for it. If you want to come out on top, you're going to have to earn it. I can respect that. I can work with that. I've been havin’ to earn it my whole damn life. Ain’t a damn thing changed in that regard. I ain’t ever gone lookin’ for a shortcut and I ain’t about to start now.
Frank finishes hanging the drywall on this wall and he reholsters his hammer in his belt. He steps back to admire his handiwork. He pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket of his blue jeans and he wipes away the sweat and blood on his forehead.
There are people that say I’m absolutely crazy for comin’ back at my age. As it was, when I won the Brutal Havok Championship and the Xtreme Chaos Championship, I was the oldest person to ever hold either title, let alone both at the same time and that was damn near five years ago. Then there are people that get it. They see a man who ain’t afraid to defy the odds, no matter how stacked they are against me.
I say they are both right.
I’m crazy, probably far more than anyone realizes and yeah, what I’m doin’ is probably commendable. Someone had to do it eventually. Why not me?
Now, I'm not gonna sit here and try and predict how Disturbed or Redline is gonna try and play this one. I ain’t gonna try and predict what they are gonna say and try and beat them to the punch that way. I can guess how Disturbed is gonna do, he talks a lot of shit, it's kind of his thing. I ain’t sure how Redline is going at things this go round, but it don't matter to me none. I ain’t fightin’ a battle of words. This is three-way dance is a wrestlin’ match and well, hate, anger, all of that shit, that's just gonna make you careless if you ain't careful. So there ain’t shit either of my opponents that can say that’s gonna find it’s way under my skin.
I ain't angry…
I don't hate no one… not Denni, not Disturbed, definitely not Redline…
I ain't careless either…
And I definitely ain’t ordinary…
I'M MIGHTY FRANK!
Frank packs up his tools in his toolbox. He turns away from the camera and starts to walk away. He stops though mid stride and turns around.
Oh, I ain’t done yet either. You see, Denni Summers is special, but she ain’t that special. The violence that took place at Damnation and a Day, the disregard I had for my physical welfare and hers… Well, I will take it there with just about anybody. Anybody that wants to take it there, that is. That means you Disturbed, or you Redline. I don't care if I gotta leave a damn trail of bodies and wreckage in my wake. I'm bound and determined to remind everyone that I'm more than just a henchman for Mr. Natural, like I said, I should've never made the decision to trust him, but what's done is done. There ain't no goin’ back far as that's concerned, so the only way is through whatever competition gets thrown my way.
I say, to whoever wants it, bring it on. If I’m gonna go down, I’m gonna go down swingin’. I’m gonna go down hammerin’. I’m gonna go down and take my opponents with me. When my day comes, I know the valkyries will take me to Valhalla.
Frank turns and walks away as the scene fades out.