Tarzan was giving them nothing. But he was paying for it.
“Some kind of motherfucking tough-ass? That what you reckon?”
To emphasise his scorn, he threw another one. A will-breaking fist thudded into the wild-man’s guts. Smack on the belly button. Another one for good luck. A half-dozen already. Knocking the asshole backwards on his feet.
The prick doubled up .. jerking on the ropes overhead. The smack blew the wind out of the fucker. But again .. like before .. in no time he was stood upright. Chin up, straight-back, shoulders pressed back. His eyes full of a bad-assed attitude. Asking, that the best you can do? Cooper’s glare let him know. Not by a long chalk.
An invitation. Not the kinda thing Cooper ever turned down.
“You’re some dumb-ass motherfucking asshole, you know that? Asking for it.”
One hand had Tarzan gripped by the scalp .. to steady himself. Then he unleashed a barrage of motherfucking sidewinders into the asshole’s gut. Fast, giving it all he’d got. Cooper was giving his best. Truth-be-told .. he got off on doing this. Smashing the guts out of some asshole who thought he couldn’t be bested.
Cooper blasted another motherfucker into this prick’s belly button .. well below the belt this time. He let the asshole go. The strength in the prick’s legs gave way at the same time. Falling. Collapsing. The will blasted out of them. To top it off .. as he collapsed .. another sidewinder blasted in up under his ribcage. The punch blow every bit of wind out of the sucker. He collapsed with a pained grunt.
“Think these fuckers can take anything going?”
Cooper indicated the crimson-blotched abs. He was enjoying this. He liked a good challenge. But the asshole was annoying as well. It seemed this prick had no sense left in his head. Cooper had broken the asshole’s legs under him. The sucker had gasped and heaved for air. Visibly hurting. Head down, handing off the ropes. His belly like splashed with crimson paint. Daubed with pain. And then ……
Fuck me! There the asshole stood. Put his fucking-ass back on his own two feet again. True, he was running with sweat. He was breathing hard. But that look was back. A sneer broke on the prick’s lips. Bad-ass. This asshole would never learn. Unless ……
“Dumb or what?”
Cooper reached into his camo pocket. Retrieving a little extra. Holding it up. Turning it to let the light catch the steel. And glisten. Sparkling its threat.
Cooper sneered back.
“Know what this is, motherfucker? Ever felt a set of these busting up your gut?”