Get up and wrestle the captain

Korak moved at the captain and they locked their arms with each other in a struggle for position.

Korak garnered all the strength he had.... But to his surprise the captain would not budge, a wicked smile came over the face of the captain as he pressed the jungle boy back. Korak grimaced as he fought with all his might, but he could not stop the captain from forcing him to a knee.

''What's the matter boy, feeling tired?'' The captain laughed and then quickly delivereda massive knee to his opponent's stomach. Korak grunted and doubled over while gasping for air. The captain used the opportunity to release Korak's arms and then seized a hand full of Korak's hair and pulled his head down.

He followed up by wrapping his right arm around Korak's neck and slid his legs back to create space. The skipper clasped his hands together, squeezing Korak's neck in a front headlock called a guillotine **** hold. He began to apply enormous pressure across his throat by bringing his arms in an upward motion as he regained his initial upright stance. The back of Korak's neck was trapped under his armpit. Korak pried at the arm to relieve the pressure, but the captain had a tight hold and korak was unable to slip his head free.

While the captain was strangling Korak he sought to walk the jungle boy into the corner to decrease his mobility and apply more pressure to the chokehold.

Korak felt the pressure on his throat increase and his lungs were burning as they begged for oxygen.
He had to escape fast or he would be done......