Pvt. Crusher: I walk over treading on the spread out, knocked out, beaten down hero. But I don't just want his defeat ... I crave his utter submission ... and I have ways of getting what I want. I drop down behind the hero, and with one hand, rip away his loinclothe. Exposing that muscled ass and just the tip of his package ground into the dirt. I reach forward and grab the hero Jungle Lord's hair, pulling back, torquing his neck and spine, while I lift my other fist, and aim it like a spear. My massive muscles and my 22" gun flex, and then WHAMMMM "Wake up HERO!!" i shout as my fist, like a heat seeking missile impacts the KO'd Tarzan the Magnificent's slack ass, and penetrates up to the wrist with the force of my intrustion.
Tarzan: UGGHH! AAAGHHHHH!! Tarzan shouted as he felt his asshold violated mercilessly! What are you doi-ACCKKK!! Tarzan felt you big fist forcing his way to Tarzan's virgin anus! Tarzan 's body buckled trying to get away from you but it was no use as you held Tarzan by the hair. GUHHA ACCKKK! Tarzan struggled violently, his arms and back hurt like hell but it didn't bothered Tarzan. All he had in his mind is to escape your humiliating rape of his butt crack
Tarzan: Tarzan is one of the strongest men in the jungle where he reigns
Tarzan: with his 6'3" 240lbs, 50c/34w/20biceps frame
Tarzan: only a few can go toe-to-toe with him
Tarzan: and a rarer few can make him their bitch
Tarzan: think you can do it?
Pvt. Crusher: Yes ... I'm a 6'3, 250lb, 49c, 36w, 21b framed mercenary and trained hand-to-hand combat expert
Pvt. Crusher: Hired by the local pouchers to take care of Tarzan ...
Pvt. Crusher: Once and for all.
Pvt. Crusher: No mercy.
Pvt. Crusher: Start off by setting a trap ... caging one of his favorite animal followers ... a massive lion. When he comes to free the lion, I'll pounce and begin to show him whose boss. I could use my weapons, I'll set those aside ...
Pvt. Crusher: Need to beat this hero
Pvt. Crusher: Hand to hand
Pvt. Crusher: Man to man
Pvt. Crusher: Humiliation and destruction
Tarzan: Tarzan carefully spied your camp from the treetop. It was a big logging operation, and most of the workers are African slaves. A couple of armed guards is the camp's defense but no more and Tarzan had to wonder what kind of leader this logging operation is. Some say his a monster with a Jaguar as a head and a human body. A giant they say that goes by the name of King! Tarzan had to find out. The jungle hunk descended and stealthily entered King's hut undetected. He saw you standing and looking at the window. Damn! King is massive 6'7", 295lbs. "I am Tarzan. Stop this madness and go back to where you came from or suffer Tarzan's wrath!" Tarzan bellowed
Cyber King: I turn away from the window, startled as I stare at the man who has just dared to invade my prison camp. I quickly untense when I see he is unarmed, and chuckle a bit to myself for getting worried at all. I speak to the intruder. "Do you have any idea where you've just landed yourself in, boy?" I stare at your muscles, admiring them a small bit, though they're inferiror to mine. I figure you'd make a good slave. "What's your name? Nevermind. It doesn't matter. I'll make you a deal. You get on your knees, kiss my boots profusely, and apologize for startling me and I won't kill you. I'll have you guard my tent. Sound like a deal there, monkey boy?"
Rick Mark: i hear you jump over the ropes - as you charge i turn and blow blue mist into your face - as you claw at your eyes i bounce off the ropes and spear tarzans abs
Tarzan: Ommmph! Tarzan was caught unawares by the blue mist not sure of its effect. A second later, WHAM!! speared in the guts! UGGGHHH! Tarzan was tackled to mat
Rick Mark: i drop elbow into tarzans sternum (4 inch think piece of metal in elbow pad_) - a sit on third rope tarzans struggles to his feet WHAM elbow on tarzans head
Tarzan: UGH! Tarzan felt his ribs touch his heart! GUAAH! Tarzan expression was of shock and pain. Then WHAM! Tarzan head snaps sideways as he saw stars when you whacked him with your elbow. But despite of th pain, Tarzan fought, kick at your abs and elbow to your jaw!
Rick Mark: wow tarzan strong as i stagger back from his shot to my jaw - man that stings - as i stumble to corner - i see tarzan about to get up - i run and knee to tarzans head followed by another elbow to loincloth
Tarzan: Tarzan accepts your challenge, bastard. From the treetops a majestic figure was seen. It was Tarzan, jungler hero and champ! His fantastic musculature was evident in the forest canopy even more so when he descended to the vines as he flexed his arms, biceps and back! He land with a thud in front of you
Alpha Danny: Comes out into the clearing and looks up with a sadistic grin...clad only in a loincloth...my hairy, muscled body pumped to its max...watching as you laid with a thud in front of me..."ready to be defeated and destroyed muscle boy?" I smirk
Tarzan: "No, bastard. It was a mistake to challenge me. This is not your place, thug. " Tarzan countered as in a flash he made his move. He charged at you and speared you in the guts! WHAM!!!
Alpha Danny: I smirk at that then...OOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFF...speared in the gut hard by Tarzan but manage to grab onto your hair as you hit...yanking you down with me...then HEADBUTT to your face! POW!!!
Rick Mark: we shake hands in the middle of the. The bell rings DING DING. You turn to walk to your corner - i nail you below the left knee. I slide out the ring come up behind you you barely stand
Tarzan: Arrggh!!! Tarzan falls on all fours
Rick Mark: WHAM i nail you in the right leg sweep
Tarzan: and attempts to be back on his feet. UGGH! Tarzan falls on his back as you sweep his legs
Rick Mark: i jump out the ring and grab the steel chair from the timekeeper - WHACK WHACK WHACK across your back
Tarzan: ARGGHH ARGGHH !! HNNNGGGH! Tarzan felt the sharp sting of the steel chair hurt his muscled back as you continued to slam the chair to him, Tarzan swiped you off you feet
Tarzan: Tarzan saw you lurking around his jungle domain like some rodent. You are wearing briefs and crouched in vegetation. Tarzan yelled his signature jungle call, AAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAHHHH! His deep voice echoed in the jungle. You look up and as you do, a muscular man landed in front of you. Tarzan stood before you, loincloth and all. His muscles shone bronze in the sun.
Paul the Punisher: i am here . i did not see that u were NOT running away . and that u were typing. I walk through the new part of jungle . in loin cloth . looking for food . i hear this howlllllllllll ..... i look around . u are before me now . i now back up a step . puff my chest out . stares a t u . i flex my tight muscles
Tarzan: "Who are you and why are you here?" Tarzan asked you
Paul the Punisher: " I am PAUL . I need not to tell u why Iam here . leave now .go in peace . or be in pieces my friend " . i look at ur body. i tense my body more . stare into ur eyes . i wait for U to back down and leave
The Mauler: I'm at my camp in the middle of the jungle. Just setting up for the night. I'm out hunting this jungle man called Tarzan. Have my shirt off as I stretch out my 6'4" 235lbs of muscle.
Tarzan: With a deep, loud sound. Tarzan bellowed his signature jungle yell. AaaaahAaaaahAahhhAaaaah!!! He grabbed a vine and swung towards you. Landing with a thud in a front of you. His stance ready for the fight and his muscles slightly flexed in anticipation "Who are you and what is your business here?" Tarzan asked you?
The Mauler: "your my business Tarzan. You have been causing some problems for some friends, and they sent me to take care of you." As I eye you up and down smirking a bit. Then without warning a lash out and slam my boot into your gut.
Tarzan: Ooof! Tarzan almost doubled over at your surprised attack on his semi-contracted guts. As you another attack, Tarzan evaded it jabbed at your chin a couple of times. PUNCH! PUNCH!
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Razak: Razak is still holding it
Razak: King of the Jungle
Razak: All animals are mine, all women are mine, all people have to render taxes to me...
Razak: Whoever dares to oppose me gets beaten up hard.
Razak: Razak is in constant training
Razak: got a lot of fights and has daily muscle workout
Razak: Friday night is his time to receive newbies for light matches...
Tarzan: A familiar jungle call echoed once again after 6 months of absence
Tarzan: AAHHHHHAHHHHHAHHHHHAHHHHAHHHH!!! Tarzan appeared in his loincloth, 6'3" 240lbs, 50c/34w/20biceps at the treetops
Tarzan: he grabbed a vine and swung. Landing in front of you, Razak.
Tarzan: "I challenge you Razak for a fight to reclaim the king of the jungle!" Tarzan uttered in his deep voice
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Tarzan: ok Razak and Tarzan King of the Jungle meet in the plain
Tarzan: Tarzan stood confident wearing his loincloth, muscles tensed in anticipation
Tarzan: "Let's settle this Razak and determine who will rule this jungle" bellowed the handsome jungle champion
Razak: Razak in tight black square cuts, shirtless, flexing my muscles, let bounce my pecs as i get close to Tarzan looking up to him
Razak: "i gonna take you down, Tarzan, i will see who is the ruler of the jungle"
Tarzan: Tarzan hadn't had a challenger in years
Tarzan: and Razak's reputation in the jungle and grown tremendously. Some call him the true King of the Jungle with his color
Tarzan: but Tarzan is unfazed, he had defeated many warriors like Razak in the past, some taller and bigger. He is confident that Razak will lose against his might. But there is something different with this warrior. Confidence perhaps?
Tarzan: Tarzan shoved his misgivings aside and faced the challenger coming cockily at him
Tarzan: Tarzan launched his attack
Tarzan: an uppercut to Razak's guts and a hook to his cheek! PUNCH! PUNCH!
Tarzan: yeah challenge Tarzan to cage match and a huge cage was setup in the middle of the jungle clearing
Tarzan: inside the cage about a meter away from the bars a wrestling ring is built
Tarzan: the cage is about twenty feet high, made up of steel
Tarzan: Tarzan comes out into the clearing to face you
Tarzan: pumps his chest and yells his signature jungle call. AaaaahhhhAaaaahhhAahhhhh!!!
the Milkman: i gaze at the jungle hunk as you make your way to the clearing,
the Milkman: eye up your muscles and as my eyes wonder down your body stare at your loin cloth dreaming of whats underneath and what i will find when i demolish you
the Milkman: i extend my arm pointing at the cage inviting you to enter
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Chapter 1
The silhouette of a muscular man was barely noticeable as it sprinted across the jungle canopy. The swiftness and agility of the person surpassed the primates that lived there. The man traversed forty kilometers on the treetops in an hour and a quarter and then dived on the lake underneath the branches of the last tree and swam the across the water showing no signs of fatigue. He then ran on land at breakneck speed for half a day covering more than a hundred kilometers. Finally, around midday he stopped, his bronzed and sculpted body glistened with sweat, his breathing a little hurried and his muscles strained a bit from the labors he had done. The man was Tarzan of the apes, king and champion of the jungle.
It has been almost a year since the Battle of the Blood Tribe and the alliance of the Five Tribes. Tarzan had fully recovered from the terrible ordeal the Blood Tribe had subjected him, in fact, he has gotten stronger than ever before. The jungle has been peaceful in the last twelve months as his presence and reputation protected it from evil men and kept the inter-tribal disputes to a minimum. Despite the forest's serenity, Tarzan worked harder to improve himself physically, mentally and emotionally. He meditated in waterfalls, used boulders as weights for his exercises and shadow boxed to improve his fighting skills.
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Tarzan trekked laboriously to his destroyed tree house near the middle of the jungle. The experiments and torture of Dr. Johnson and his guards took its tremendous toll to his body: he had a high fever, cramps still knotted his stomach, his liver felt like it was being grated, many muscle fibers burned with pain and minor tremors still erupted during some parts of the day. His gait was uneven due to the swollen joints brought about by the stretching and rubber mallet torture. The jungle hero took frequent breaks and rests to renew the energy of his exhausted frame and revitalized his damage form, thus, making the usual day's journey into a week-long one. The animals had been very helpful, bringing him food to eat and alerting him of the lurking dangers. Twice he barely eluded Blood Tribe assassins still searching for him.
Finally, the jungle hero reached his former tree house. The area was denser with vegetation from what it was when he had last been there, more than eight months ago on the fateful day when he was attacked by the Treasure Raiders. New plants had thrived on the trunk of the chopped tree that once cradled Tarzan's famous tree house. For the past months, this destroyed sanctuary has been the symbol of Tarzan's defeat and the chaos that ensued throughout the jungle. It's going to change now, this is where the jungle order will be re-established thought Tarzan fiercely, determined to restore tranquility in the jungle. Despite of his suffering and with the help of his animal friends, the jungle champion proceeded in making a temporary and hidden shelter for the arrival of the tribe chiefs.
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Varke and Tier, warriors of the Impala Tribe, were scouting the area when they saw a muscular man lying on his stomach. Quickly, the two men approached and investigated. Varke overturned the man and was horrified to find out that it was the jungle's champion, Tarzan! For a moment, Varke and Tier were shocked as they surveyed the body of the fallen hero. A fist print was found in his left chest and an imprint of a pair of shoes tarnished Tarzan's otherwise perfect abdomen. The marks were surrounded by black-blue discoloration indicating that the area were pummeled countless of times, thought the two tribesmen. Tarzan's face was bloodied but there was no visible wounds, leading the two natives to conclude that the injury was internal. The sound of Tarzan's weak moaning and wheezy breathing pulled Varke and Tier out of their thoughts.
'Who could have done this to Tarzan?' asked Tier
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Tarzan had made his presence known through his mighty call, to give hope to his jungle friends but restoring the jungle to its former order won't be an easy mission, especially, when all kinds of vultures have descended. Stealthily Tarzan, scoured and observed the conditions of the jungle, carefully planning a strategy on how to best rid of the vermin which exploited the land.
There were many groups of poachers and treasure hunters who swarmed the jungle, but without a strong leader they were disorganized and scattered, Tarzan will have little problem in rounding them up. However, the group of diamond miners in the North Mountain might be a little troublesome Tarzan thought. They were headed by Bolshoi Medved who Tarzan recognized from the ranger's newspaper articles. He was a former world heavyweight Mixed Martial Arts champion specializing in powerful submission holds. Bolshoi abducted and forced a hundred tribesmen to serve as his slave miners, he treated them like dirt. Tarzan gritted his teeth as he observed their torment he would have to save them very soon. He would need all the allies he can get if wants to end the terrorism of the Blood Tribe who had strengthened their ranks in the wake of Tarzan's absence.
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Prologue
Tarzan climbed the highest tree he could find and for the first time in eight months, Tarzan's yell reverberated in the jungles of Africa. The animals and natives felt a flicker of hope from their situation under the oppressive rule of the hunters, poachers, mercenaries and warmongers who have swarmed and exploited the land. The deep and brave voice of the jungle hero soothed their aching bodies and they longed to break from their bonds of slavery. Tarzan will come for them, he would save them and release them from their captivity.
About a kilometer away, a black man in a three-piece suit and leather shoes stood hidden in the branches of an acacia tree, his hand was crossed over his chest . The impeccably dressed man gazed at Tarzan as the king of the jungle howled his call from the highest tree in the area. 'Tarzan, you should have stayed hidden in your lair...' whispered the man scowling.
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It was just before dawn, the usual jungle sounds where interrupted by a loud and dangerous sound. The sound awakened Tarzan, king of the jungle from his sleep. Quickly, Tarzan tried to gather himself and observed his surroundings. He listened to the sound and found out that it was the sound of a chainsaw, two of them, in fact. Within seconds, Tarzan felt the tree house wobble. Although a bit dazed from his interrupted sleep, Tarzan skillfully moved to the side of the tree house and grabbed a vine and swung to the closest tree.
Midway through the swing, Tarzan heard the crack of the rifle shot. Tarzan braced himself for the agony of a bullet wound. But to his surprise, he felt himself falling to the canopy below instead. Tarzan's jungle-trained instincts took over and managed to grab a branch within reach and swiftly took cover in the large torso of the tree he originally intended to go. The large tree trunk barely covered Tarzan's 6'3", 240-pound, broad chest and tapered waist frame. The shooter's skill is first class to be able the sever the vine despite its movement, thought Tarzan.
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