John vs Jack Frost

Match Type: One Fall
Winning Condition: Pin or submission
Special stipulations: Powers Allowed

Spoiler:

The stadium went quiet as snow gently fell around them. Some of the younger audience members whispered among themselves, exited for what was to come next. When the music kicked in to gear, Jack flew into the air, waving happily to the fans. He flew around the stadium, even swooping low to score  few high fives from the guys and gals below. Content that the crowd was pumped up, he floated over to the ring where he stayed, hovering on his staff waiting for his new opponent. Having won two matches in a row, he was pumped and ready for his next match.

John was in a very foul mood. He laced up his boots and hissed to himself softly, trying not to think about his most recent loss. He suddenly heard his music play and he stood, opening his door and heading out to the ring. Once at the top of the ramp, he put his head down and began to make his way to the ring. He gave out the occasional high five or hug before he got to the ring. He climbed onto the apron and slipped through the ropes and went to his corner and stared at his opponent.

Jack looked at his opponent with a curious expression. He looked like a normal human to him, but then again, everyone in FnF had some cool trick up their sleeve. Floating over to John, he offered a hand to him.

"Name's Jack Frost. Let's have fun today ok man?" he asked with a smile, hoping they could entertain the crowd. Powers were allowed in this match, so he had no idea what he was going up against.

John looked up at the man and flashed his fangs in a small grin. He would then wait for the bell to ring before he nodded a little, he would then move forward to lock up with Jack. If Jack accepted, he would push against his bare arms, though he felt cold, John was use to it. He was dead after all and his skin was cold to the touch. John was always cold.

Jack was a little shocked when he saw the fangs.

'What did I get myself into' he though to himself, going for the lockup. That's when a secondd flag popped up. John's skin....felt normal to him. Jack's core temp was lower than a human's...so either John was another spirit of winter or he was stone dead.

Dead + fangs = ......

"Ah crap." Jack deadpanned, realizing what he was up against. Seeking to gain the initiative, Jack launched a series of blows to John's abdomen, digging his knee into the vampire's gut.

John grinned when he saw the look of recognition on Jack's face. He was about to attempt to sink his fangs into his neck when suddenly a series of knees and punches were launched into his stomach. He gasped suddenly, falling to his knees and holding his midsection, trying to regain his breath.

Jack saw the fangs going for his pale neck, but his blows managed to wind the guy.

"Hey there, if you're gonna bite me, do it properly. Netflix and chill, take me to dinner, even a kiss for god sakes! Going for the neck is too direct!" he joked, whipping John into the ropes. Jack rushed the vampire nailing him with a dropkick on the man's return.

John chuckled a little, "Maybe I will after this match." he joked when suddenly, he was whipped into the ropes. He ran across the ring and spun around before running back to Jack. Suddenly, he was hit with a drop kick and went sprawling on his back on the mat, groaning a little.

John's comment cause Jack's face to heat up a bit, "I'll hold you to that." he said, giving a wink to John as he dragged him to his feet.

"I don't give my blood to just anyone y'know." he finished, nailing John with a series of punches to his torso. Vampires had tremendous strength, so Jack needed to soften up the defenses before risking any flashy move.

He groaned and doubled over at the punches, but he grinned, "I expect you to." he wheezed softly and slowly got to his feet, he held his abdomen and waited for Jack to attack him again.