Tarzan took a moment to recover, allowing Jabari precious time to nurse his balls.
The jungle king reflected on his hasty decision to resort to dirty fighting. It was very rare that he ever took part in such moves against his foes. But this man got under his skin and angered him in a way he hadn't felt in years.
He moved behind Jabari and clamped his hands down around the black man's smooth, sweat-laced head. "Tarzan crush Jabari like coconut!" he snarled, maintaining his grip.
Jabari grunted and grabbed hold of Tarzan's wrists. The white man's hold felt like a crocodile's jaws biting down, slowly weakening him to become its next meal.
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