Mike wore gray shorts, with a jock-strap underneath to support his essential 'box'.

Ronnie wore small, dark blue 'posing trunks' - but did not wear a G-string or jock-strap underneath. Instead he was given a traditional 'kick-boxing' style groin-protector. This is a small metal 'cup', held in place only by thin, leather laces. One lace goes round the waist, with the 'cup' attached at the front, and the ends of the lace are tied at the back. Another lace is attached to the bottom of the 'cup', at the crotch, and passes up, between the buttocks, and is tied to the back of the lace round the waist. It is not particularly comfortable, with the laces cutting into the skin, but if it is tied properly it provides good protection. In addition, and more important, it cannot be pulled out of the trunks, like a conventional plastic 'box'.

In the fight Ronnie was not quick enough to counter Mike's moves, and quickly got pulled down onto the canvass. Once there, Mike wasted no time in ripping off Ronnie's tiny blue trunks. From then on Ronnie had to fight wearing just his small metal 'cup' which was supported by thin, leather straps. After some exhausting holds and some sharp blows to the head and abdomen, Ronnie was sufficiently weakened for Mark to tie him to the ropes by his arms, bent over and facing the crowd.

'Watcha doin' ?', Ronnie grunted, struggling for breath.

'Givin' the punters what they paid to see !', Mike retorts. 'They pay to see wrestlers get fucked in the ring, - and that's what's gonna happen to you !', Mike continued. 'Fuck no, please !', Ronnie moaned, as Mike kicked his legs wide, 'Don't bugger me ! Not up my 'bum-hole'!'.

Mike pulled down the front of his shorts, and pulled his jock-strap and 'cup' to one side, getting out his huge, stiff prick, as the spectators cheered. Mike ignored the fact that Ronnie was still wearing his crotch protector, and simply pushed the lace of the loose under-strap to one side as he shoved his 'tool' forward into the hairy cleft of Ronnie's muscular, sweaty buttocks.

'Fuck, Mike ! Not up my 'shit-hole' !', Ronnie pleaded, as he struggled on the ropes.

Mike ignores Ronnie's pleading, and in a few moments Mike's huge prick has been forced right into Ronnie's straining rectum. 'Cunt ! My fuckin' bum-hole !', Ronnie groaned as Mike started roughly thrusting. Although Ronnie had said he was not 'gay' he got an erection as soon as Mike's big prick went up his hairy arse-hole.If his 'cup' had been tightly tied it could have contained his growing 'tool' but, because the 'cup' was loose, Ronnie's 'hard-on' eventually caused the 'cup' to slip out of its correct position, with catastrophic results for Ronnie.

Before this happened, however, Ronnie got so excited at being fucked that he ejaculated, squirting his first 'load' of spunk all over the inside of his supposedly protective, metal 'cup'. Ronnie 'cumming' 'brought off' Mike, and once he had 'cum' over Ronnie's flexing, hairy buttocks, he pulled Ronnie from the ropes and turned him round. 'Fuck, No !', Ronnie grunted, realizing what was about to happen. Moments later Mike's boot thudded into Ronnie's groin, pushing the loose cup, the inside of which was slippery with spunk, up against Ronnie's slimy 'pubes', and crushing his testicles. 'You wanker ! My fuckin' bollocks ! - I'm fuckin' fucked !', Ronnie moaned, as he sank to the canvass.

After one more kick to his groin, Ronnie's legs went, and he slumped down onto his knees, while desperately holding onto his loose, metal 'cup', and then fell forward onto his belly. While Mike stood over him, all Ronnie could do was wriggle about pathetically on the canvass. As he did so Ronnie's spunk covered, stiff cock rubbed against the top of his loose metal cup.'Oh crap ! You've kicked-in my fuckin' bollocks - but I'm fuckin' cummin' again !', Ronnie groaned loudly, as he ejaculated, - this time squirting his spunk over his hairy belly and the canvass. The crowd had enjoyed watching Ronnie get buggered by young Mike, and watching him writhe, practically naked, on the canvass, but although Ronnie had already 'spunked-up' twice, they had seen very little, - (just a trickle of creamy spunk oozing from the ventilation holes in Ronnie's metal 'cup', and some gobs of spunk on the canvass). Now they wanted to see Ronnie's balls and his stiff cock - in fact they wanted him 'bollock-naked' - and they wanted to see a good 'orgasm' - 'full on', with Ronnie's legs spread wide and his big jerking cock squirting out a full 'load' of spunk - before Ronnie was made to 'give', and then finally be 'finished-off' with a 'knock-out' blow, or even better killed - throttled with a baton, or with mangled guts from a baton rammed right up his arse !

Mike had to go along with the crowd, so he bent down and untied the laces at Ronnie's back. Mike then turned Ronnie over, and the poor guy's 'box' fell away, and Ronnie's huge, stiff cock and his bulging, hairy balls flopped out and, apart from his boots, helmet and arm-guards, Ronnie was stark 'butt-bollock-naked' ! Mike immediately pulled Ronnie's legs apart and punched his helpless opponent's hairy ball-bag a couple of times, but not too hard - almost playfully. 'You're a fuckin' wanker - Mike !', Ronnie groaned, farting loudly as his hairy bollocks were slapped. By now Ronnie was so embarrassed and scared that he tried to get out of the ring, but Mike punched him in the jaw, and Ronnie flopped onto his back, dazed and semi-conscious.By now the crowd wanted Mike to 'jerk-off' Ronnie, so that they could actually see the naked fighter 'cum' and squirt his 'jizz', (the two previous times when Ronnie had 'spunked-up' there wasn't much to see), but Mike, not being 'gay', didn't want to touch Ronnie's huge cock, which was now covered in sticky, slimy spunk from his two previous ejaculations. Instead, Mike dragged his 'bollock-naked' opponent over to the ropes, and sat him up, facing the ropes and the spectators.

Mike then spread Ronnie's legs, and pulled the lowest rope into the ring, towards Ronnie. While a second held the rope, Mike got one of the laces from Ronnie's discarded 'cup'. While Ronnie looked on, horrified, Mike then tied one end of the lace round the root of Ronnie's bulky, hairy scrotum, and the other end of the lace round the bottom rope. Now, if the rope was released, it would spring back, probably taking Ronnie's balls with it. Ronnie begged Mike not to castrate him, and in his terror poor Ronnie started farting uncontrollably, and then completely lost control of his bowels and shit himself, so he was then sitting in his own stinking excrement. Mike, seeing that Ronnie was sat in his own shit, and still farting disgustingly, waited so that the spectators could have a good laugh and savor Ronnie's obvious discomfort and embarrassment. Mike had tied Ronnie's balls to the lower rope so that he could jiggle them around, (without touching them), and hopefully in this way 'bring-off' Ronnie, and it was probably not his intention to use the lace to castrate his opponent, as Ronnie was popular with the crowd.

Ronnie, however, couldn't wait for Mike to start pulling at his balls, and did something surprising. Although Ronnie's had had a 'hard-on' for most of the fight, it was mainly caused by the bruising in his groin, and not from sexual arousal. By this time however, he seemed to get uncontrollably 'aroused', (perhaps because he was sitting in his own shit ?), grabbed hold of his huge jerking cock, moaned that he'd 'gotta cum', and started 'tossing-off', using both hands ! 'Who's the fuckin' wanker now ?' Mike asked, grinning. 'I'm the wanker.', Ronnie mumbled.'But I just can't help myself - I'm so fuckin' hard, I just gotta fuckin' cum !', Ronnie admitted, as he looked at the cheering crowd and then at his pumping fists, as he viciously worked on his huge cock while sitting in his own shit. 'Fuck ! Here it cums ! I'm spunkin!', Ronnie then moaned, as he let go of his huge, jerking cock, and started shooting repeated squirts of thick, creamy spunk. Then, much to everyone's surprise, while he was still 'spunking-up'', Ronnie started 'tossing-off' for a second time, and gave himself a second, and last ever orgasm, 'cumming' again, and squirting another 'load' of spunk over the canvass. As Ronnie had his second 'spunk-up', his hysterical jerking about pulled on the thong attached to his balls, causing the bottom rope to slip from Mike's sweaty fingers. The bottom rope then snapped back, instantly ripping off poor squealing Ronnie's big, hairy bollocks, even as the poor, squealing guy was 'spunking-up' !

As the bottom rope slipped from Mike's sweaty fingers, Ronnie squealed, 'CUNT ! My fuckin' bollocks !', as his big, hairy 'ball-bag' was instantly ripped from his equally hairy groin. Ronnie, still screaming, immediately rolled over towards the center of the ring, clutching frantically at his mutilated, bloody groin, while many in the crowd booed and cat-called.

Mike, not wanting to take the blame for sexually mutilating his popular opponent, stood up, spreading his arms and shrugging his shoulders to indicate that he had not emasculated Ronnie.

In fact Mike was right as Ronnie had actually been responsible for castrating himself when he jerked frantically as he'd had his final 'spunk-up'. If, instead of wanking, he had let Mike 'bring him off' by pulling at his balls he would probably have remained 'intact'.

After the accidental castration, Mike wanted to make his mutilated opponent look as unappealing as possible, in the hope that the crowd would turn against Ronnie. To do this Mike pulled off Ronnie's helmet, so that the crowd could see that Ronnie was not the handsome lad he had been because his face was now a horrible, grimacing mask.

'You cunt, Mike ! I ain't got no fuckin' bollocks !', Ronnie moaned, as Mike pulled off the head-guard, and then let Ronnie writhe around in his own shit for a few moments. By then Ronnie had had enough. 'For fuck sake fuckin' finish me, Mike !', Ronnie groaned pathetically. Whether he really meant this, or was just hysterical was difficult to tell. Mike was quite happy to kill Ronnie as, in the end, it would raise his own reputation.

Mike therefore told Ronnie to spread his legs, telling the poor guy he would 'finish' him quickly, with a baton up his arse, (which was not true - impaling is a long, painful death). Ronnie, desperate for the appalling pain and humiliation to end, lay back and obligingly spread his legs and raised his hips, so that Mike could see his filthy, hairy anus. Mike then took Ronnie's own baton, centered it on the poor moaning guy's hairy 'hole', and rammed it in as hard as he could. 'CUNT !', Ronnie squealed and doubled-up as the baton disappeared inside him. The baton, lubricated by Ronnie's shit, went in smoothly for about a third of a meter, and then Mike pushed hard again, and the baton went right into Ronnie, almost up to the handle. As the baton went in, Ronnie's cock, which has begun to go a little 'limp', instantly became massively stiff, thick and long and, despite the fact that Ronnie had no balls, he got the biggest 'hard-on' he'd ever had in his whole life ! '

'Fuck, Mike ! I'm not fuckin' finished ! I'm just fuckin' real horny - but with no fuckin' bollocks ! Fuckin' help me, you cunt ! Fuckin' finish me quick !' Ronnie screamed, swearing at Mike and writhing about obscenely on the canvass, as he struggled to cope with the thick, wooden baton that had completely mangled his guts !

Ronnie, naked, castrated and fully impaled, continued to writhe obscenely on the shit-stained canvass, screaming hysterically and nonsensically for his balls. (Where's my fuckin' ballbag ? - I need my fuckin' bollocks !). After writhing for some time, clutching at his mutilated groin and grasping frantically at his baton, the handle of which is poking out of his hairy anus, Ronnie then pulled at his painfully strong erection, as if he was wanking again, and exposed the gleaming 'head' of his penis.

Moments later, liquid squirted from the naked boy's gaping 'cock-slit', but nobody was sure if Ronnie has 'cum' - again, or if he was pissing.

'Ave you 'cum' , Ron ?', one of the seconds called, apparently oblivious to the fact that the poor boy was obviously dying.

Ronnie looked over, by now almost completely 'out of it'.

'Don't fuckin' know !', Ronnie moaned pathetically. 'All I can fuckin' feel is my fuckin' guts - an' I think my fuckin' prick's gonna fuckin' burst 'cause it's so fuckin' pumped-up - but I fuckin' can't stop wankin' !'.

As Ronnie sputtered out his answer, blood frothed up out of his nose & mouth.

'Poor cunt doesn't know if he's 'cummin' or goin' !', Mike remarked to one of the ringside spectators - an obvious joke - lost on most of the crowd, who were fascinated as they watched Ronnie's pathetically obscene, repulsive death throes.

Ronnie then vomited up a lot of blood, which trickled down his heaving, hairy chest.

'I gotta wank - but I can't fuckin' cum- 'cause I got no bollocks ! I'm fuckin' fucked !', Ronnie gurgled, as he jerked back on the canvass, lying out straight, as his hairy belly went rigid, which was a strong sign that he was nearly 'finished'. Ronnie's legs and arms then started jerking uncontrollably, and his massively stiff prick twitched up as it sprayed repeated and strong squirts of piss over his hairy chest.

Finally Ronnie's hips lifted up off the canvass, with his still stiff cock wobbling around obscenely, and he looked pathetically at the crowd, as if pleading for help, and then at Mike.

Ronnie finally groaned, 'You fuckin' CUNT ! I'm fuckin' FU... !', presumably to Mike - and then his hairy buttocks slapped back onto the canvass - and he was finally dead !