THE COCONUT TEST A TARZAN OF THE JUNGLE ADVENTURE by Alex shoulder@montevideo.com.uy
DISCLAIMER: The following story is the first chapter of a fantasy story involving the King of the Jungle. Tarzan is trademark of Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Tarzan was the strongest man of the jungle, the protector of all the tribes and the animals from the soulless hunters always willing to kill them just for fun (and for a little money too). Every living thing animal or man from the different tribes of the wild jungle were friends of Tarzan The Ape Man and respected his wild powerful protector like one of their own gods. Everybody knew that the white ape had developed his huge muscles lifting tree trunks, lions, fighting against big gorillas etc...At six feet one and 240 lbs the guy was the "ultimate natural muscle head", some kind of a "Wild Charles Atlas".
Once in the year they used to celebrate the "Strength Jungle Contest", where all the warriors coming from the darkest regions of the black continent prove their power in many events like carrying a big stone, lifting the fat man, or bench pressing, but the final event was "The Coconut Test". You should be asking: What a hell is "The Coconut Test" about?? Ok, I'll tell you.
The competitor stands holding a hard coconut in his hands, and all that he must do is squeezing it until it's broken, hitting the coconut against something is not permitted. Is there anything more simple than that? I don't think so!!! It's easy to say but...do you know the strength it takes to break a coconut ?! Let me tell you that the only man able to overcome the Coconut test year after year was Tarzan, (that guy is stronger than strong...!!!)
It was a great show to see the muscle head Tarzan straining every muscle standing there directing all the strength he has right into his hands and forearms, with his thick fingers wrapping almost all the way around the solid coconut. And it was fucking hot to hear him grunting like those big bodybuilders lifting a ton of weight in the gym while squeezing. The pencils of tendons and tight veins running up and down his forearm grind down to the bone, and with a final grunt, he takes his effort to the limit, with a big grunt, displaying an incredible amount of muscle strength, breaking the coconut, and drinking it's sweet milk as an award for his effort, while every man and women greets their wild muscle hero.
Everybody was very excited because in some days would take place the "Strength Jungle Contest", the day finally came, but Tarz of the Jungle, was absent and they had to start the Strength Contest without the muscleman, it was known for all that he was fighting with some ivory hunters or something like that. Big men from all Africa endured test after test, until it was time for the coconut test. Everybody knew that no one would endure such an exigent test, and that would keep the "natural muscle boy" in his strong man throne. But suddenly a strange white man appeared from nowhere, driving an gigantic old bike; he looked like a monster of muscle.
His head was bald and his eyes were so dark that you would feel afraid to look at them directly, the enormous man walked through the crowd with a very cocky attitude, wearing a black tank top, military pants and dusty black boots, they could tell that he was big as a fucking house!!!
He was surely 6.3 and about 300lbs, his arms had to be at least 21" !!!
He was carrying a small video camera in his hands... He roughly grabbed one of the native boys by his throat and asked:
"What is your name?"
"Mo.. Mombutu, sir" asked the perplexed boy, who had never see a man that big before... in fact nobody had!!!
The giant roughly put the camera on Mombutu's small shoulder and turned it on.
The man took the coconut in his hands, and two seconds after it simply exploded like if it was an egg!!! Everybody stopped laughing and talking. It was unbelievable. Then he looked at all the surprised people and started laughing... "HA HA HA HA...!!!"
His loud laugh was so deep, and when he stopped laughing -hands on his hips- he said something like:
-.. DUMB-ASS NATIVES, I BET YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT "STEROIDS" MEANS... BUT YOU ARE GONNA FIND OUT WHAT "PAIN" MEANS IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO KNOW. MY MOMMA CALLS ME "BABY" BUT MY GYM BUDDIES CALL ME THE BUTCHER!!!!
I HAVE BEEN TRAINING SINCE I WAS 14 TO BE THE STRONGEST MAN AROUND... I HAVE EATEN TONS OF EGGS, MILK, PROTEIN SHAKES, MEGA-MASS, ALL KIND OF ANABOLIC STEROIDS... WHATEVER IS NEEDED TO BE BIGGER EVERYDAY!!! I DON'T PLAY FOOTBALL, RUGBY OR SOCCER, I DON'T GO TO THE CINEMA.. THE GYM IS MY PLACE... THE ONLY PLACE!!! -
The enormous Butcher stroke a most muscular pose, and he looked like Lou Ferrigno in Hulk!!!! All the people was amazed... it was too much!!!
-EVERY CENT I WIN GOES FOR STEROIDS... NOW I AM THE BIGGEST GUY EVER STEPPED INTO THE GYM... MY FRIENDS SAY THAT THE ABUSE OF DRUGS HAVE CHANGED MY MOOD, MY MOTHER SAID SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!!!
MY GIRLFRIEND.. -THAT BITCH-...LEFT ME FOR A FITNESS COMPETITOR.. BUT HE DOESN'T COMPETE ANYMORE..
HOW COULD HE COMPETE WITHOUT HIS LEGS AND ARMS? HA HA HA HA HA!!!-
His insane laugh sounded like a thunder into the ears of every person, but nobody said a word. And he continued his ranting...
... LAST WEEK I WAS USING EVERY WEIGHT IN MY GYM TO DO MY SQUAT WHEN SUDDENLY A NEW GUY ENTERED THE GYM AND SAID SOMETHING LIKE: "WOW.. THAT GUY IS A MONSTER.. IF HE GETS MAD YOU'LL NEED TARZAN TO STOP HIM!!" I HAD TO KICK THE NEW GUY'S ASS. HE HE HE...
I AM THE ULTIMATE MUSCLE FREAK!!!! THE FUCKING KING OF MUSCLE!!! AND NOT EVEN TARZAN CAN STOP THE KING OF MUSCLE!! I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHERE DOES HE LIVE. I'M GONNA SHOW EVERYBODY NOBODY CAN STOP ME!!! NOBODY!!! I'M GONNA KILL TARZAN!!! I'M GONNA BREAK HIS BONES..
I'M GONNA BARBECUE HIM AND I'M GONNA USE HIS PUNY MUSCLES FOR FOOD!!!
BUT BEFORE I'M GONNA HAVE SOME FUN WITH HIM... I'M GONNA CRUSH HIM LIKE A BEETLE!!!-
The crowd was in silence, but all of the were thinking the same: "What is Tarzan going to do with this giant ? or what is the giant going to do with Tarzan?
-I'M GONNA LOOK FOR THAT ASS HOLE AND WHEN HE IS CLOSE ENOUGH I'M GONNA TAKE A BIG GRAB OF HIS PEC FLESH... I'LL MAKE HIM SHAKE THOSE COCONUTS OF MUSCLE!!
I PROMISE YOU'RE GONNA HEAR HIM CRY OUT FROM HERE!!! AND NOW TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK HIS TREE-HOUSE IS!!!!!!-
After that awful scene, the Butcher started his way through the jungle to the tree where Tarzan lives...
Shit...what would Tarzan do if he is taken by surprise by this Butcher?? How would he resist the blow of those killer fist?? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Every animal or insect in the deep jungle near the path of the Butcher felt the ground trembling for the powerful steps of the huge solid man. Many gorillas died in terror, their hairy big bodies crushed under the enormous boots of the Butcher.
But killing Tarzan was not enough for this evil man. Not at all. If he was going to fight the ape man he should let him know who is in command. The huge man known as the Butcher walked through the jungle wearing heavy black clothes. Now he was dressed as a priest. A big, very large priest.
Tarzan was having lunch: a big cooked lion with 35 fresh bananas and 6 litres of yoghurt. The perfect lunch for muscular development. After lunch, he couldn't help but looking at his own image on the big pieces of a mirror. "Fuck... I look good!!.." The long wild hair falling from his enormous shoulders.. huge beefy pecs, and tights like tree trunks...
He was about to go down his tree to take a bath in the river when he felt a little earthquake in his tree-house. "What's happening ?" Tarzan looked down: there was a big man kicking his big tree, "What a kick" said good Tarzan to himself. The man big man wearing black priest garments shouted: "i Come here, big boy of the jungle, I've something to show you !" The muscle-boy jumped from his house and landed in front of the Butcher, every muscle bouncing. Tarzan's muscles looked in that moment just like an off season Jay Cutler. Not fat, but huge!!! The good natural muscle boy had hard muscles, powerful as hell, but he had that apparent softness that you see when a bodybuilder is off season.
Tarzan jumped down his bungalow on the tree at the feet of a unusually big man... not a grin in his face, just a killer look in his dark eyes... the sky started growing darker over the two men.
The "Charles Atlas of the jungle" felt very confident, he had no way of suspecting that the enormous man before him had plans to crush him like a beetle, and just smiled at the man in black, showing his white perfect teeth, in his squared manly jaw: "Hello, father..."
The stranger's deep voice added: "Father Butcher" and with those words a big smile appeared on the face of the muscle beast.. the smile of a violent, aggressive animal.
"What are you doing here, father? The African jungle is too dangerous for a man of god... let me take you home, father, where do you live?"
The Butcher couldn't believe that his trap was working so well. And his tricky mind was delighted with anticipation. He started a very creative conversation about lost souls in the jungle, eternal life and bla bla bla.. always keeping one eye on his -soon to be- victim.
Tarzan felt confident talking to the big man, but could not help but notice his enormous size while talking.
The Butcher had him close enough, with all that cheap talking he had Tarzan's muscles at the reach of his lethal hands, and suddenly -with the speed of light- he took a big grab of Tarzan's right pec holding it really firmly. Butcher moved so fast that Tarzan couldn't react.
HEY, FATHER, WHAT ARE YOU DOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
The muscular Tarzan had no chance to complete the sentence, because he felt as if his pec flesh was being crushed by a great metal claw.
But it was not metal but the hand of a human with a strength that could only come from steroids.
Butcher started laughing out very loud when he saw the big Tarzan slowly bending over, his eyes bulging in their sockets, seeing the tortured muscles of his pecs, trying in vain to free himself from the enormous hand which was grabbing his man-breast.
Butcher was using just one arm, just like an adult would do with a child.
The crude Butcher made Tarzan cry even louder, when he applied more pressure to his grip.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! With that, the man tossed Tarzan's body away releasing his pec grip, Tarzan's back hit a big tree and that made him stop, the pain from his back and nape hitting the tree trunk was nothing compared to his bruised right pec.
The beefy jungle man shacked his head trying to clear his mind, just in time to see Butcher throw away his priest's garments, and striking a most muscular pose. The man seemed to explode, as big as any pro bodybuilder, he looked like a giant with a ton of extra huge and ripped muscle over muscle. Tarzan, who wasn't small at all, at his 240lbs of strength, looked small close to the gigantic mass of anger before him!!!
The big Tarzan stands up, and looks into the eyes of the laughing monster. "That was very tricky, bastard. You think you are strong enough to defeat the king of the jungle?"
And with those words the handsome Tarzan raised his muscular arms inviting Butcher to a test of strength. Their hands locked together, again the muscular Tarzan felt a bit uncomfortable by the notion that the steroid guy's hands were notoriously bigger than his own hands.
Both use all of their strength against each other.
For Butcher's surprise, Tarzan was not a weak man. Not at all. It took him a lot of sweat to break the jungle lord's concentration, but he knew how to break any man's concentration.
-...".My arms are bigger than yours Tarzan...MUCH Bigger"- Arm to arm the big Tarz looked at Butcher and then himself.. the motherfucker was right...in the same time that realization filled his mind, he felt something started going wrong. Butcher started pulling his arms down.. the jungle boy was desperate, nobody before had been able to pull him down.. he felt his arms about to break while trying to stop it, every muscle pumping blood, his forearms, biceps, triceps, and traps forced to their limits, but he could not stop it... he was loosing the test of strength. Tarzan sinks to one knee.
With one knee on the ground, Tarzan is an easy target for one of Butcher's big boots. The evil man, places his right big boot on the shoulder of the king of the jungle, forcing him to sink both knees on the ground, releasing the grip... the muscular good Tarzan doesn't know what to expect when he receives a brutal kick in the gut. "UNGGHHH----!!" The pain is too much but fast as a black panther the big Tarzan jumps from his kneeling position like an angry lion over his enemy, covering the Butcher's torso with a dozen punches that would have made a hole in a stone wall. Butcher did not expect such a great reaction after his show of strength over Tarzan, but as he could see, the king was a rude boy after all.
A rain of punches poured on the Butcher, who started withdrawing.. shaking violently with everyone of Tarzan's punches, the man may have been big as a house but not very agile, and was trying hard to stop the torture of Tarzan's fist that sounded like little bombs hitting the torso and face of the cocky Butcher. The giant bad boy looked a bit pathetic trying to hit the muscular Tarzan without results... until one of his enormous clenched fist found the king of the jungle's gut, who felt like if that solid massive fist had penetrated hitting him hard enough to make his abs touch his spine, crushing his guts.
For a second Tarzan stood there, with his hands over his belly trying to breath. The hand of the Butcher raised into the air to fall again, this time across the surprised Tarzan's face, bitch-slapping him hard!!! OUCH!! It was incredible!!!
The sadistic Butcher started laughing insanely, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He slapped Tarzan using both hands, right -SLAP!- left -SLAP!- right -SLAP!- left-SLAP!- right-SLAP!- left-SLAP!- right-SLAP!- left-SLAP!- right-SLAP!- left-SLAP!-
What can I say to make you understand the magnificence of those powerful blows? Just imagine Mike Tyson slapping three times in one second, for many seconds!!! The poor Tarzan was not able to do anything but receiving a hundred slaps so fast that there was nothing he could do.. and so powerful!!! His perfect head being shacked from right to left, every time with a big powerful hand waiting to roughly slap his beautiful face, all in less than a second!!! After a final blow, that sent Tarzan some steps ahead, the king of the jungle was sitting there, listening the Butcher laughing at him, and striking pose after pose with his enormous Hulk muscles, feeling his cheeks red hot, and drinking some blood from his puffed lips.
Tarzan was astonished, bruised and confused, The Butcher was flexing for the video camera, and as Tarzan could see, the cameraman was no other than Mombutu. The small Mombutu had been one of the hundred boys who admired the muscular Tarzan. For every boy -and future warrior- in Africa, Tarzan was a model to idolize, not a superman but a man of flesh and bones, and a man of honor. Every time the beefy Tarzan visited any of their tribes settlement, he would delight the boys -always asking him to perform some feat of agility or strength.
One time, when Tarzan was leaving after a meeting with the leaders of the Yoruba tribe, a dozen kids surrounded him, extremely excited, talking all of them at the same time, happy to be so close to the King of the jungle. One of them had a big orange in his small hands.
"..This is the biggest orange we could get, and some of us say that it's bigger than your biceps." Said the shy boy.
Tarzan took the fruit in his hand.
"Well... it's a big one... let's see, boys..." And with those words the king of the Jungle flexed his right biceps, and compared the big fruit with his flexed muscle.
"Wow... look, boys... His arm is as big as the orange!!" said the small boy.
"NO, IT'S BIGGER!!!" answered another one.
Tarzan smiled : "You see?.. I have an big orange of muscle here, ah?"
All the boys laughed. The children cheered loudly.
"And if your biceps are like oranges of muscle, what would your pecs be?" "mmhh.. I don't know... melons of muscle, maybe?"
All the boys laughed with the muscleman of the jungle.
Now Mombutu was helping the Butcher to record their encounter... and the Ape Man felt extremely uncomfortable with that situation.
When the Butcher turned around to go after Tarzan, all he got was a flying kick right into his bald head. Then Tarzan attacked the Butcher's midsection with a barrage of blows, and to complete his attack... WHAMMMM!!! A powerful uppercut to the bigger man's jaw. The Butcher landed on the ground, just to be lifted by Tarzan, every muscle on his legs and torso straining for the great effort of lifting the 300lbs man, his face got red and his pumped arms started quivering for the weight he was holding (looking just like a bodybuilder in the climax of his wildest training trying to complete his last extra-super-heavy rep). In an incredible display of muscle power, The Ape Man threw the surprised Butcher away, who landed behind the dark green vegetation.
"C'MON, BUTCHER... DON'T LET HIM THAT ASS HOLE TREAT YOU LIKE THAT.. SHOW HIM WHO IS STRONGER!!!!" A very surprised Tarzan turned his head to see Mombutu, the good boy with an angry grin on his face cheering the giant bad boy... Believe me ladies and gentlemen: I would have loved to be there to see the shock on Tarzan's face!! He had always tried to do good, he was a hero for everybody in the jungle, always being asked to flex this or that muscle for the kids... and now Mombutu cheers this enormous man who is trying to kill him?!! What's wrong with this kid???!! But there was no time to think about it now. He had to handcuff the mad man and carrying him to the authorities. The beefy Tarzan jumped over the mass of vegetation -where the Butcher was supposed to be- but for his surprise the bad ass wasn't there!!! Tarzan got back to the place he was before... he looked around trying to hear or see something... but he could sense nothing at all, just the small Mombutu with the video camera still on his shoulder, slowly moving to catch the best view of the confused ape man. "What's happening, jungle man? Did you loose something? He he he!!" Tarzan... in guard.. just stayed in the middle of the clear, surrounded by dark vegetation, like a panther ready to attack... trying to sniff the smell of his enemy in the air... watching all around to get to find out where his crude enemy was. He looked like a muscular fighter in the middle of the ring... a jungle ring!! Tarzan's keen ear heard something a few steps away, and walked with caution towards the place the sound came from, to find an enormous and solid tree with two big coconuts firmly fastened to the tree trunk with a rope. He got closer, the coconuts were exactly at the height of his chest. The muscular Tarzan stood there motionless for two seconds with a puzzled look in his manly face...IT WAS A TRAP!! The Ape Man felt the Butcher's giant fingers enclose his wrists from behind, and forcing him to embrace the tree trunk, so that the two coconuts were between the trunk and Tarzan's pecs. The big Ape Man only had time to say: "Oh..no!" while he strained and pulled but the fingers dug into his wrists, forcing him to stay in that position.
"THIS IS WHERE I WANTED YOU, MUSCLE BOY... HE HE HE!!- said the Butcher with a burlesque tone-"LET'S MAKE A TEST, JUNGLE ASS HOLE!! WHAT IS HARDER... YOUR PEC MUSCLES OR THOSE HARD COCONUTS?" Tarzan tried to set free, but there was no way he could do it.
"You are a monster...bastard!!-yelled the angry Tarzan- "That strength of yours is NOT NATURAL!! FREAKY BASTARD!!"
"HA HA HA...!! WHILE YOU WERE TRAINING THOSE BICEPS WITH BIG ROCKS, AND EATING ALL THAT NATURAL SHIT...I WAS TRAINING MY ARMS USING EVERY WEIGHT IN THE GYM AND HAVING THE ULTIMATE DRUGS FOR MUSCULAR MASS AND STRENGTH DEVELOPMENT!! YOU MAY BE STRONG ENOUGH TO DO MILITAR PRESS WITH A 300 LBS GORILA, BUT I HAVE MOVED WEIGHTS THAT WOULD SCARE ANY PRO BODYBUILDER!!! AND NOW YOU'LL SEE HOW STRONG I GOT!! HA HA HA HA!!! IT'S GONNA BE INTERESTING TO SEE WHAT EXPLODES FIRST: YOUR MELONS OF MUSCLE OR THE COCONUTS!! HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
The Butcher's allusion to his "melons of muscle" made Tarzan feel a bit ashamed, it was supposed to be a joke for the kids when he said that, now the bigger man made him a prisoner of his own cocky words. The aggressive giant tightened his grip on Tarzan...bear hugging the tree trunk WITH TARZAN IN THE MIDDLE!! The prisoner Tarzan felt the giant mole crushing him against the tree...in fact The Butcher was crushing him against the two hard coconuts!!! The Ape Man felt his chest muscles being pressured against the two solid-as-a-rock coconuts. Our muscular hero felt a kind of strength he had never felt before...
"UNGHHH...-" groaned Tarzan.
Mombutu was very excited recording the scene." YOU BETTER DO IT WELL OR I'LL RIPP YOUR HEAD OFF, INSECT" shouted the Butcher to his cameraman, the big man had Tarzan where he wanted him, and now he was using him for his show of strength. Tarzan's face was getting red, he was tensing every muscle on his beefy torso, but he felt like if he was put in the middle of a sandwich!!! The Butcher grunted in his ear:
"HE.. HE.. HE...HOW DOES IT FEEL, MUSCLE ASS HOLE ? FEEL THE STRENGTH OF THE KING OF THE GYM!!!!FEEEEL IT!!!!!" Shouted the aggressive steroid rager in the ear of Tarzan. -"OOOOOFFFF.." grunted Tarzan.
-"OOOOOOOOOFFFFF..."- The King of the Jungle felt how the round solid coconuts digging into his pec muscles, he could feel the huge mounds of muscle being flattened. His ribs started bending, as he desperately tried to push away from the tree trunk, but it felt like bench pressing a ton!! -..YOU...BAS..TARD!!!- cried out our muscular hero.
Unfortunately for the Ape Man, those words just made the anger of his enemy grow higher: "HEY MOMBUTU..TAKE A CLOSE UP OF HIS "MELONS OF MUSCLE" NOW!" ordered Butcher, and with a brutal roar GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! he intensified the strength of his sadistic bear hug.
The native boy did as he was told and got a close up of Tarzan's chest. From the side, Tarzan's big muscular pec being pressed against the large-sized coconut which looked like a rubber ball being flattened and about to explode!!
The Butcher looked like a pro bodybuilder, veins bulging over the blocks of granite of his gigantic biceps, triceps and forearms.. now trembling for the effort of his demolisher hug.
"GRRAAAHH... HOW DOES IT FEEL...AH, TARZAN?!!-"
"..I..I can't -unghh.- ..take.. it.. any m...more..AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
And then an awful sound was heard, in fact two sounds were heard:
BLOFT!-BLOFT!
Immediately the Butcher released his grip, sweat pouring all over his head and shoulder... and jumped with a fist on the air, celebrating him self for his victory. "FUCK..I DID IT... HIS PECS EXPLODED LIKE RIPE MELONS, YEAHH!!HA HA HA HA!!!!"
Slowly.. a shaking, and red faced Ape Man started moving away from the big tree trunk.. his upper body aching, the big man had a painful grin painted on his beautiful face.. he looked down at his pecs..they looked bruised and he felt cramps running all over them, in addition there was a big red mark on both of them. Laying on the ground there were the two coconuts that had became a pulp. The ape man, threw his big arms backyards stretching his pec muscles, he stretched once more, and after taking some big deep breath, he looked almost healthy again.
The Butcher could hardly believe his eyes... "This can't be true... this can't be... HIS FUCKING CHEST DID NOT EXPLODE!!!MOTHERFUCKER!!"
Butcher was amazed...dazzled!!
"I...I bear hugged you -ass hole of the jungle- with strength enough to crush your fucking muscles and internal organs... but... BUT YOU ARE STANDING THERE..!!!"
While the steroid dude was letting his stupid anger out with that discourse, Tarzan was recovering from the hold, and wiping the rests of the coconut's bark from his torso; there was no doubt that it had been a hard experience for him, the hardest test of all. The Lord of the Jungle was still heavily breathing but amazed of himself being able to endure such a destructive and sadistic bear hug.
The voice of the Ape Man was heard like a thunder howl, the muscular man hit his chest with his fist... like an furious animal.
Butcher and Mombutu just looked at the big Tarzan with their open mouth, with his legs like trunks, and his bulging muscles pumped for the effort of the test he was put to endure... Tarzan looked HUGE!!!
The Butcher was determined to destroy the big Tarzan, he knew he had the ferocity and the strength to do it, so he jumped on the agile Lord of the Jungle but WOOOOMP!! A terrible blow makes his head shake in a very funny way, and then THUD!! THUD!! Two powerful blows to Butcher's chin!! The steroid boy had such a confusion in his bruised head that he looked like trying to catch Tarzan with his huge arms, but instead of that he just seemed to be swimming without water, after several punches more the Butcher feel heavily to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He reacted fast trying to stand up, but Tarzan fell like a panther on his back, and firmly placed his muscular arm around his neck, barely allowing him to breath.
Butcher could feel the big round biceps under his throat, and had no other option than hearing some words from the Ape Man:
-"YOU CAME HERE... INSULTED ME... YOU TRIED TO CRUSH ME... NOW I TELL YOU: IT'S OVER, BUTCHER... I DIDN'T WANT TO HURT YOU BUT YOU LEFT ME NO CHOICE...
YOU ASKED FOR THIS!! NOW STOP FIGHTING AND IT'LL BE OVER!!"
The Butcher's face started to get red blue, his eyes looked red. He caught Tarzan's wrist trying to break free but he knew he had no chance to move it now. The big round biceps of Tarzan under his throat was like a ball of iron.
-"Fuck...ughhhhh...!-" The Butcher passed out.
The ape man, stood up. He looked very tired, breathing very heavily, covered of sweat, all of his body was aching, but he had won. He was still the most powerful man of the jungle, he was the one and only king.
The young Mombutu could record the right moment when the Butcher jumped from behind Tarzan, but the steroid boy was so weak that he stumbled and rolled down to fall into the waters of the nearby lake.
The boy struggled to get out of the water, but before Tarzan could help him, he was savagely devoured by the crocodiles. Such bad luck!
THE END
Please if you liked this story let me know, I'm working on a sequel, so your suggestions and comments are welcome. e-mail me, I'll be waiting. shoulder@montevideo.com.uy Alex