"That's right, Guy, and it looks like we'll be in for an exciting event tonight because Diablo has signed up for another round of battles!"

"Hey, Cherry! That's right, folks, tonight's color commentator is none other than Cheryl Nunan, but you probably remember her better as Chopper Cherry."

"Hi, Guy! It's a pleasure to be here."

"Diablo is back? Didn't he win so many battles that he became one of the richest men on Earth?"

"Pretty close, Guy. His career winnings were over a billion dollars, but I guess a billion doesn't go as far as it used to, because he's coming out of retirement to break some more heads."

"He's famous for his especially brutal victories, isn't he?"

"Oh, I know it. He rarely kills his opponents; he likes to break them instead! For those who don't know, I've got a personal history with him, because he's the one who ended my career!"

"Ah yes, the woman famous for chopping the limbs off her opponents finally met her match and had her legs chopped off with her own laser saw."

"Ugh, don't remind me, Guy. Losing my legs was a real low point in my life, but stay tuned folks and you might just see Diablo meet a match of his own as he faces incredible young challengers from across the world. I know I'm hoping he finally gets what's coming to him!"

"That's right, sports fans! The combatants are getting ready and in just a few moments we will see what Diablo is made of."

"Here's hoping, Guy."

"The first challenger is Adonis from the tower-state of Sydney and he's looking pretty determined."

The crowd was cheering so loudly that it sounded like waves crashing against cliffs and the crowd stretched out like an ocean around the 50-foot arena. The night sky was inky black and the stars were blazing bright as Adonis stepped out of the gate on one side of the battlefield.

He was a huge man in every sense of the word, tall and with huge muscles all across his body. His face was beautifully sculpted so that even his confident smirk seemed majestic. His long blonde hair floated in the cool night breeze.

This tower of a man was like a body builder, wearing almost nothing to that every bulging curve of his muscles were visible. For armor he wore only brightly polished steel boots and gauntlets, while the rest of his body was put on display for the cheering fans. His chest had huge pecs, his abs were defined and straining against tight, smooth, flawless skin.

His loins were held in place by a white thong that could barely contain the massive package within. Straining against the thin fabric, his testicles seemed to be the size of tennis balls and his penis was like a coiled snake.

High above his head a huge television screen blazed to life with a picture of his handsome face and numbers describing him: 6'5", 26, 380lbs, 20-0. It meant that he was 6'5" tall and 26 years old, weighing 380 pounds and undefeated after twenty battles. Those were the standard statistics displayed for every fighter, but below that there was some extra information supplied by Adonis himself: 500kg bench press, 12"x6" penis.

"He is truly awesome, Guy. A self-proclaimed muscle god, he's got more than raw power. He's famous for using clever moves to beat his opponents and never resorting to his massive strength. He's also famous for humiliating his beaten foes by forcing them to kiss his giant penis. He's one guy I wouldn't mind losing to."

"Apparently, the pre-battle urine test showed almost the entire Pharmcorp line of steroids and muscle enhancing drugs."

"No surprise there, Guy. You don't get as big as him without help. It's a good thing there are no rules against performance enhancing drugs in this arena. I know I wouldn't have biceps like these without Pharmcorp products."

"All those steroids don't seem to have hurt his virility one bit, though! Is that the wonderful Pharmcorp chemical engineering at work, Cherry?"

"It's a bit of a mystery, Guy. Pharmcorp does make some miraculous drugs; they can even bring mortally wounded warriors back from the brink of death and they do it on a regular basis in this very arena, but their muscle enhancers are still widely known to cause shrinkage of the male organs. I've heard rumors that Adonis has had extensive cosmetic surgery to give him those astounding features and perhaps even to enhance that mammoth penis and bulk up those balls."

"Hold on, Cherry; it's time for Diablo to enter the ring."

Suddenly, the entire stadium was hushed. There was a soft grunt from Adonis as he flexed his muscles confidently and looked towards the far end of the arena where his opponent would emerge.

The heavy metal doors trembled and then slowly swung open as a cloud of white mist flowed out from the inky blackness. Blazing red eyes shone out from beyond the gate, glaring out.

With heavy footsteps and black cloaked figure stepped out into the bright lights of the arena, his face a grimacing mask of fury, his eyes pure glowing red, his ragged inky clothing fluttering around his hulking form. His hands were sheathed in gauntlets with twisted metal claws, and the claws were covered in blazing blue fire.

Massive television screen high above Diablo's head flashed to life, but instead of a face it showed only blazing red eyes, and then the numbers appeared: 6'7", 34, 300lbs, 224-0.

"Unbelievable," whispered Cherry, "I think he's scarier now than ever, and he was pretty scary before."

"It's a miracle that anyone agrees to fight him, even for the million dollar prize on this battle. Doesn't Diablo rape his victims?"

"Only the women, Guy, but let me tell you, it's horrible to experience. There's no way Adonis is getting that thing to kiss his penis, even if Adonis is the winner."

"You called him a thing just now, Cherry. Does that mean that Diablo isn't human?"

"It's hard to say, Guy. Diablo's not a demon, that's for sure, but he's got so many artificial implants that is might be as much a machine as he is a man."

"Those millions in prize money must be hard at work paying for that."

The two men slowly walked towards the center of the arena, their metal boots clanking on the smooth steel battlefield. Diablo's long cloak flowed out behind him like a writhing black cloud while Adonis's shiny muscles gleamed in the bright light, his hands casually resting on his hips.

Adonis looked the shadowy figure up and down, then smirked up into those glowing red eyes and said lightly, "You don't look so tough to me. When this is over, you're going to eat my dick."

A claw full of blazing blue fire suddenly lashed down towards Adonis's flawless, muscular chest. The razor sharp blades flashed through the air in a streak of blue flame, almost to fast to see, but Adonis's metal hands were faster.

Adonis caught the clawed hand and instantly flung it over his shoulder, sending Diablo flying through the air in a ball of flapping robes. The demonic figure tumbled and flipped and then landed lightly on his feet, his claws out at his slides, blue flames blazing up into the air.

"Is that the best you've got?" Adonis laughed and crossed his arms.

A deep voice growled out from somewhere in Diablo's dark form, a rumbling that Adonis could feel in the souls of his feet, "I'm just getting warmed up."

Adonis grunted dismissively as Diablo suddenly lunged forward, this time keeping low and moving fast, like a shadow flowing along the shiny metal floor. A long black leg kicked out towards Adonis's knee.

The bronzed, muscular god leaped up, his sculpted form seeming to hang impossibly in the air for a long moment, then he made a smooth, fluid kick that slammed straight into Diablo's head.

There was a satisfying thud as the metal boot collided with the hooded face and the ragged black form rolled across the arena, bouncing on the hard metal.

Adonis began to laugh. He through his head back and put his hands on his hips as he landed lightly and grinned broadly.

"Too easy," he said with a smirk and then casually ripped off the thong that held his manhood in place. "Let's get this over with."

"Oh wow, he's going to do it," whispered Cherry.

"It looks like this is the end for Diablo. After all these years, the legend has finally met his match!" said Guy.

Adonis's long soft penis dangled between his legs and his massive balls bounced against his thighs as he slowly walked towards Diablo's crumbled form.

"Are you going to do this nicely, or am I going to have to get rough with you?"

There was no movement from within the pile of robes.

"Alright. You asked for it," said the bronzed giant as he raised his heel, then drove it hard into Diablo's gut.

The man in the black robes twitched and quivered.

A clawed hand suddenly shot up between Adonis's muscular legs and grabbed hold of the muscle-man's godly manhood. The soft flesh squished in the hot, iron grasp as claws sunk into the delicate skin.

"What?!" shrieked Adonis in horror, "No! My balls!"

He tried to lurch back from the horrible grip, but it the hold was unbreakable and blood was running down his 8-inch sausage of fat flesh.

The hold got tighter, grinding Adonis's left ball against Diablo's metal palm, slowly crushing it until the soft orb of manhood was about to burst.

"No! Stop!" cried Adonis, his handsome face horribly twisted in agony, "I give up! I'll do anything, just don't hurt my balls!"

The grip loosened slightly as those blazing red eyes glared at the beautiful muscle man, and Adonis sighed in relief.

Suddenly, Diablo's free hand came down, its claws blazing with blue fire as it slashed four gashes across Adonis's spectacular chest.

While Adonis was howling in pain, the claws swept up and ripped across his face, deeply scarring both cheeks with four horizontal lines.

While Adonis grasped his precious face and sobbed in agony, Diablo growled, "Let's get this over with."

With a single hard yank, Diablo ripped Adonis's soft penis and balls from his body, then crushed them in an iron fist until the flesh squeezed out through his fingers like paste.

Adonis crumbled to the ground and clutched his bloody groin as he shrieked, "Oh, fuck, my balls! My damned dick! No, no!" Tears were streaming from his eyes and he began to sob incoherently and blood rand out between his fingers.

A dark, deep voice growled, "I'm not done with you yet, pretty boy."

A black iron boot slammed down on Adonis's bleeding chest and pinned the huge man to the ground, then Diablo leaned over and grabbed Adonis's right bicep with both clawed hands.

There was a grunt of effort from the dark figure and then a cracking of bone, then a blood-chilling shriek of blazing agony as Diablo tore and ripped Adonis's arm from his body at the shoulder.

Diablo held the severed arm in both hands, his claws digging gashes in the heavy muscles. He considered it for a moment, then casually snapped it across his knee and dropped the dead limb onto Adonis's chest.

"There. Now you're finished."

"Unbelievable," said Guy, "What a battle."

"That was more like a massacre, Guy! Can you believe what that monster did to that poor, innocent penis? Adonis was an idol to billions of screaming teenage girls."

"Well, Cherry, the Pharmcorp medical team is rushing him off the field now and it seems that he is still alive. It's almost impossible to die in the care of their skilled professionals, so I expect Adonis will be back on his feet in less than an hour."

"Oh, he'll live, Guy, but his career as a crowd favorite is as dead as a doornail. With no dick and only one arm? I doubt we'll be seeing him in the ring again, especially if those scars are as bad as they look."

"It looks like you missed your chance with him, Cherry."

"Hey, don't laugh, Guy. I'm still very appealing to a lot of young guys. You'd be surprised by the great sexual positions that are possible when you've got no legs."

"I guess you'll have to show me sometime, Cherry."

"Dream on, Guy. Dream on."

Adonis curled up in his hospital bed, clutching his shoulder with his one hand and pressing his legs together as he began to cry like a baby, his tears running freely down his scarred face.