When "Kill the ref!" nearly meant it

The first thing Keith Walker felt was the ice. Coming in salvoes of sharp, wet stings right across his body; almost like jabs from a bee- sized boxer circling him, unleashing. A man wearing a blue and white jacket climbed through the ropes to Ring B, enraged. He began pointing at Walker's face, demanding answers. Walker told the man to leave the ring, that he wasn't allowed to be there. More men jumped in.