Charles and Mitch look at each other from across the mat. Mitch looks confident and somewhat smug. Charles feels smug too because no matter what happens. Mitch will end up loosing something.
The match suddenly starts. Within seconds, Charles has Mitch pinned. Charles put his foot up to Mitch's crotch and Cory goes to work shrinking his dick down to doll size. Mitch feels his manhood shrinking and gives up on the match. He admits defeat. Loosing a match is nothing compared to having a tiny penis. Mitch gets up and runs into the change room. Charles follows him in.
"What do you want?" Asks Mitch angrily.
"Just wanted to say sorry."
"Sorry about what?"
"Your shrinking dick."
"What?" Shouts Mitch, "You fuckhead! You shrunk it!"
"Deal with it."
"I'll fucking kill you. You motherfucking cunt!."
Mitch runs up to Charles who kicks Mitch in the croth. Mitch falls flat onto the floor. Charles put his foot on Mitch's chest, smiles and says, "I don't think you will. Especially as a shiny gold trophy."
"What?" Says Mitch helpless. Unaware that he was turning gold.
Mitch begins to shrink. He screams in fear but the screams quickly stop thanks to his head being the first thing to turn gold. Mitch keeps on shrinking while the gold moves down like a gradual wave. In less than a minute, what was once human was now a solid gold miniature person. There is a bright flash and a base is connected to the trophy boy.
Charles picks Mitch up, smiles and says, "You're now a trophy Mitch. My trophy." Charles smiles again and speaks to Cory. "Thanks Cor."
"No problem," he replies.
Charles walks over to his bag and puts his new trophy into his bag. He returns to the gym.