Post by FDJ on Nov 11, 2018 20:35:08 GMT -5
Frank Dylan James is at the top of the Mountain, so to speak.
He’s not only found his place in Max-J among the fans, but he’s been on an absolute spree of fantastic matches with everyone that they’ve thrown in front of him. Well, everyone but Go Gensai, but that is another story for another time.
Frank has also found himself a few kindred spirits along the way. Alongside of Max-J fan favorite and fellow mountain-dweller Mike Musket and his partner ‘The Outlaw’ Jun Vegas Frank has pinned GRIM of the Demon Brigade in a six-man tag match on Night One of the Three Kingdoms tour and again tonight in the main event for the World Tag Team Championships with his partner Shinjiro Nakama.
The MAX Defense Force has been strong on this tour, to say the least. Maybe even the strongest, and it wouldn’t be out of line to say that Frank had been the MVP of the group, scoring the winning falls on both occasions.
Oblivious to all of this, Frank trudges his bare feet down one hallway and into another. His hair is a right mess, wet and matted and stringy and his beard is somehow worse. The smell of champagne rolled off of him like a fog off the bay and his overalls were clearly drenched. He cackled to himself about them boys an’ their party as he walked away from a party that was partly in his honor in search of…
Something?
Someone.
Frank’s half of the World Tag Titles sits over his giant right shoulder as if it were always meant to be there. He slaps the title absently, grinning to himself at his own good fortune, as he turns one final corner and almost runs over just the person that he’d been searching out.
Taichi ‘Balloon’ Yamazaki.
“Well GAWDAYUM son, fuck is you doin’ out here?” Frank doesn’t notice the broom in Taichi’s hand, nor the dust-rag stuffed into his back pocket. Frank is unmindful of anything that could be construed as an unnecessary detail.
The (not so?) Happy Warrior rolls his eyes and sighs.
“You know what I’m doing, Frankie-san,” Balloon retorts. “My chores. My job. My reason for being here.”
Taichi drops his gaze and studies the floor as he makes a very big deal out of sweeping the hallway again.
“Why’d you leave th’ party? You don’ like girls and drinks an’ celebratin’?”
Balloon’s eyes remain averted.
“There’s no place for me at your party, Frankie-san. My place is right here, with my chores.”
Frank cocks a bushy eyebrow.
“Listen here, Yakafoozie, you was invited to that there party by me, myself and goddamned I!” Frank bellows. “That mean’s you’s an invited guest of one half’a the Worl’ Tag Team Champs! That right there trumps whatever horsefuck chores you think you gotta do! Now come on, boy, I got us a rack’a beers an’ two fat-tittied Koerean girls APIECE an’ the clock she is a’runnin! HAWHAW!”
Frank leans in and elbows Taichi in the ribs. Hard.
“No, Frank, that party is for you and your new partner Shinjiro-san!” Balloon glares at the glimmering gold title belt resting over Frank’s shoulder. “You are champion now, no reason to continue slumming it with the likes of me.”
The Appalachian Nightmare narrows his eyes.
“Boy, is you stupid?”
Yamazaki is taken aback.
“Am I… what??
“STOOPID~!” Frank yells. “IS. YOU. STUPID?”
“Well I… that is to say…” Balloon stammers.
Frank shakes his head.
“HELL NAW YOU IDN’T!” Frank is very close to riled up. “NOW GIMME DAT!”
With a quickness that is scary for a man of his stature Frank takes the broom from Yamazaki and breaks it over his head, whipping the two halves of it in either direction down the hallway. The belt over his shoulder doesn’t so much as wobble.
“Now you listen here, an ya better gawdamn listen good!” Frank grabs him by the shoulder in the manliest of one-armed man hugs. “I don’t know that Shin-Jee-Ro sum’bitch from a hole in the gyat-damn ground. Now he’s my partner, an’ we whipped the shit outta them Demon Brigade sum’bitches, an’ now we’re the damn champs. Them’s the facts, I didn’t ask for no title match but I damn sure ain’t stupid enough to turn one down neither! Me an’ him went out there tonight an’ it worked, but that’s that, WORK!”
Balloon can feel his ribs grinding beneath Frank's mighty grip.
“But me an’ you, hell son we’s friends, amirite? True blue by gawd I got yer back an' you got mine PALS!”
Balloon mumbles an answer.
“SAY IT WIT’CHA CHEST BOY! Is we or ain’t we friends?”
An awkward moment comes to pass.
“Yes?” Yamazaki timidly blurts.
Frank claps a lunchbox-sized reassuring hand on Taichi’s back that is sure to leave a bruise.
“Aight then! Now let’s go see about drankin’ some beers an’ de-filin’ us a couple’a HOOERS! Anybody says anything to ya 'bout missin’ out on some bullshit sweepin’ that you prolly ain’t even really gotta do an' they can answer to me!”
With tears welling up in his eyes young Balloon Yamazaki nods his head furiously and the doe-eyed smiling visage that has won over the fans in Japan returns to his face. With a beckoning gesture Frank makes an about face and struts off back in the direction from which he came.
Balloon Yamazaki is quick to follow.
He’s not only found his place in Max-J among the fans, but he’s been on an absolute spree of fantastic matches with everyone that they’ve thrown in front of him. Well, everyone but Go Gensai, but that is another story for another time.
Frank has also found himself a few kindred spirits along the way. Alongside of Max-J fan favorite and fellow mountain-dweller Mike Musket and his partner ‘The Outlaw’ Jun Vegas Frank has pinned GRIM of the Demon Brigade in a six-man tag match on Night One of the Three Kingdoms tour and again tonight in the main event for the World Tag Team Championships with his partner Shinjiro Nakama.
The MAX Defense Force has been strong on this tour, to say the least. Maybe even the strongest, and it wouldn’t be out of line to say that Frank had been the MVP of the group, scoring the winning falls on both occasions.
Oblivious to all of this, Frank trudges his bare feet down one hallway and into another. His hair is a right mess, wet and matted and stringy and his beard is somehow worse. The smell of champagne rolled off of him like a fog off the bay and his overalls were clearly drenched. He cackled to himself about them boys an’ their party as he walked away from a party that was partly in his honor in search of…
Something?
Someone.
Frank’s half of the World Tag Titles sits over his giant right shoulder as if it were always meant to be there. He slaps the title absently, grinning to himself at his own good fortune, as he turns one final corner and almost runs over just the person that he’d been searching out.
Taichi ‘Balloon’ Yamazaki.
“Well GAWDAYUM son, fuck is you doin’ out here?” Frank doesn’t notice the broom in Taichi’s hand, nor the dust-rag stuffed into his back pocket. Frank is unmindful of anything that could be construed as an unnecessary detail.
The (not so?) Happy Warrior rolls his eyes and sighs.
“You know what I’m doing, Frankie-san,” Balloon retorts. “My chores. My job. My reason for being here.”
Taichi drops his gaze and studies the floor as he makes a very big deal out of sweeping the hallway again.
“Why’d you leave th’ party? You don’ like girls and drinks an’ celebratin’?”
Balloon’s eyes remain averted.
“There’s no place for me at your party, Frankie-san. My place is right here, with my chores.”
Frank cocks a bushy eyebrow.
“Listen here, Yakafoozie, you was invited to that there party by me, myself and goddamned I!” Frank bellows. “That mean’s you’s an invited guest of one half’a the Worl’ Tag Team Champs! That right there trumps whatever horsefuck chores you think you gotta do! Now come on, boy, I got us a rack’a beers an’ two fat-tittied Koerean girls APIECE an’ the clock she is a’runnin! HAWHAW!”
Frank leans in and elbows Taichi in the ribs. Hard.
“No, Frank, that party is for you and your new partner Shinjiro-san!” Balloon glares at the glimmering gold title belt resting over Frank’s shoulder. “You are champion now, no reason to continue slumming it with the likes of me.”
The Appalachian Nightmare narrows his eyes.
“Boy, is you stupid?”
Yamazaki is taken aback.
“Am I… what??
“STOOPID~!” Frank yells. “IS. YOU. STUPID?”
“Well I… that is to say…” Balloon stammers.
Frank shakes his head.
“HELL NAW YOU IDN’T!” Frank is very close to riled up. “NOW GIMME DAT!”
With a quickness that is scary for a man of his stature Frank takes the broom from Yamazaki and breaks it over his head, whipping the two halves of it in either direction down the hallway. The belt over his shoulder doesn’t so much as wobble.
“Now you listen here, an ya better gawdamn listen good!” Frank grabs him by the shoulder in the manliest of one-armed man hugs. “I don’t know that Shin-Jee-Ro sum’bitch from a hole in the gyat-damn ground. Now he’s my partner, an’ we whipped the shit outta them Demon Brigade sum’bitches, an’ now we’re the damn champs. Them’s the facts, I didn’t ask for no title match but I damn sure ain’t stupid enough to turn one down neither! Me an’ him went out there tonight an’ it worked, but that’s that, WORK!”
Balloon can feel his ribs grinding beneath Frank's mighty grip.
“But me an’ you, hell son we’s friends, amirite? True blue by gawd I got yer back an' you got mine PALS!”
Balloon mumbles an answer.
“SAY IT WIT’CHA CHEST BOY! Is we or ain’t we friends?”
An awkward moment comes to pass.
“Yes?” Yamazaki timidly blurts.
Frank claps a lunchbox-sized reassuring hand on Taichi’s back that is sure to leave a bruise.
“Aight then! Now let’s go see about drankin’ some beers an’ de-filin’ us a couple’a HOOERS! Anybody says anything to ya 'bout missin’ out on some bullshit sweepin’ that you prolly ain’t even really gotta do an' they can answer to me!”
With tears welling up in his eyes young Balloon Yamazaki nods his head furiously and the doe-eyed smiling visage that has won over the fans in Japan returns to his face. With a beckoning gesture Frank makes an about face and struts off back in the direction from which he came.
Balloon Yamazaki is quick to follow.