Matt: My name's Matt. I guess I could wear t shirt,
black jeans and shoes but I can take my shirt off eventually. I'm 5'8, 161 lbs
Tarzan: Tarzan spied you
from the treetops. He recognized you as the son of the tycoon at to destroy the
jungle. Perhaps, he could reason with you to convince your father to stop his
plans. Tarzan bellowed his jungle yell. AAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHH!!! He
grabbed a vine and swung landing a few paces in front of you. "You are the
tycoon's son! I am Tarzan, protector of this jungle. I urge you to convince
your father to stop his plans or he will suffer Tarzan's wrath." The
jungle hero spoke his voice deep and regal.
Matt: "The heck!?"
I say in a surprise tone as soon as I hear Tarzan's trademark scream before he
landed in front of me. "Nahh, dude, you gotta be more convincing" I
smirk while taking a few steps toward the huge kind of the jungle.
"Besides, why on earth would I do that? My father and I will make a lot of
money when we destroy this trash you call home."
Tarzan: "The you leave
me with no choice boy but to arrest you" Tarzan said. In a flash Tarzan
dashed at you and delivered mutliple uppercuts to your stomach! PUNCH! PUNCH!
PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!
Matt: "Wha-"
Before I can finish speaking, Tarzan's fist connects with my stomach, making me
double over while gasping for air. "You play dirty, monkey-man.."
Tarzan: "I gave a
warning villain twinky" Tarzan uttered as he crotch lifted you and slammed
you back into a knee back breaker! SLAM! He scooped you up again.. knee back
breaker! SLAM!! and another, SLAM!!! Then
the jungle hunk dumped you body. "Let that be a lesson to you, twink not
challege Tarzan." The jungle hunk uttered
Matt: After being slammed
against Tarzan's hard knee tree times, I couldn't help but arch my damaged back
in pain while a soft moan escaped my lips, hands rubbing and massaging my back
as I try to roll away from Tarzan
Tarzan: "Not so fast.
braggart.." Tarzan caught you and wrapped his muscular arms around your
waist. German Suplex! SLAM! another, SLAM! and another, SLAM! and another
still, SLAM!! SLAM!! SLAM!! Tarzan released your after a couple more. SLAM!!!
SLAM!!!
Tarzan: Tarzan tightened his
hold on your chin! He leaned backwards more. Stretching your body and bending
your back! STRETCH!!!! BEND!!!! "Submit!" Tarzan ordered!
Matt: I shook my head no,
still trying to get free from the hold
Tarzan: Tarzan bend you
further, this time he locked in a rear naked choke too! Wrapping his solid
muscular guns around your throat. CHOKE! PRESSURE! STRETCH! BEND!!! "If
you don't submit, you will be choked unconscious." Tarzan uttered
Tarzan: "No chance,
brat" Tarzan said as he flexed his muscles and leaned farther back. In a
couple of seconds you will passed out. CHOKE! PRESSURE! STRETCH! BEND!!!!!
Matt: My body slowly started
going limp, my hands now resting over your arms before I finally submit to you
Tarzan: Tarzan heard your
feeble submission.. you barely had a choice against the might of Tarzan. He
squeezed your throat more, doing the final moments of the choke. Tarzan felt
your body turn rigid - the sign that you passed out and release you. You are
defeated. Tarzan step at your prone body and bellowed his signature yell. AAAAHAHHHAAAAHHHHAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
He will take you to the authorities and to prison
Tarzan: the end
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