Jack Frost vs Ferana Starr

She gives him a slight look of disapproval before asking for a break but soon changes her facial expression to one that was ready to go again. She had a feeling if she moved in he would be fast and maybe avoid her so she gestured for him to come at her, which if he did she'd look to give him a drop toe hold before looking to get behind him and go for a camel clutch. While it seemed different for her to go for something like that this early in a match something told her she might want to put things out of reach before Jack could get going again.

When Ferana made a move toward him again, Jack was ready. Just as she went in for the hold, Jack leap away, before spinning 360 degrees, slamming his foot against her head in a spinning kick.

If the move managed to stagger her, he'd dart in and hammer her midsection with a rapid series of punches, before withdrawing once more.

As Ferana looked to drop down she saw Jack jump back. When he saw him spinning around she put her arms up to protect her face, though his foot did connect just below her neck, which did take her back and gave him a couple of seconds to react, which he did.

She was starting to get annoyed and while she could feel it she didn't like it. She again rolled out to the ring to try to calm down. At least here compared to cage fighting she did have the luxury of this, but knew she didn't have a lot of time. Someone behind her was telling her that she'll be alright and that she's got this. She turned to look and saw Chelsea. Chelsea hopped over whatever crowd barrier if any was there and took a moment to talk to talk with her sister, which whatever she said appeared to settle her down and make her grin.

Ferana then jumped back on the ring apron and re-entered. As for Chelsea she remained at ringside and would be in Ferana's corner. The referee asked Ferana who she was and Ferana told him she's cool, not expending beyond that.

After that she would circle around around Jack before firing some strikes of her own his way. After talking with her sister on the outside she wanted to mix things up a bit and while in the back Chelsea said Ferana wouldn't hurt him for what he did with John doesn't mean she won't hurt him as just an opponent.

Jack grunted as her fists made contact with his torso. Her strikes hurt like hell, due in large part to her apparent strength. The power knocked him back a foot or so as he tried defend himself, putting up his fists in an attempt to block some of the incoming blows.

When Ferana saw Jack move back she would reach out to pull him closer to her, setting him up for a vertical suplex...more like a delayed veritcal suplex as she would hold him upside down between three to five seconds before looking to complete the suplex and drop him on his back.

Jack started to pull back, but he wasn't fast enough to evade her grasp. She grabbed the spirit by the hoodie, pulling him to her side before lifting him into the air. She held him there for a few seconds before she brought him crashing back down, with his back exploding in pain as it made contact with the mat.

He arched his spine, gritting his teeth as he tried to find a way to escape.

Ferana was feeling better when she heard Jack's landing, but she knew she couldn't leave it at that. Pulling herself up she would reach down and pull Jack back, but would look to put him on his back again, this time with a saito suplex. Chelsea remained in the corner on the outside of the ring and watched as her sister worked. She was glad to see Ferana settling down out there.

JAck was in deep shit. He realized that as soon as he was being picked up, not that he could do anything about it.

"Ow! Again with the hair?" Jack growled as she pulled him to his feet, only to lift him up and fall back, bringing him down in the saito suplex. His whole body seemed to fold in on itself, the impact sending him rolling towards the corner where Chelsea was watching from. When his bdy came to a stop, Jack lay on his stomach, his eyes shut tight as his brain tried to rid to dizzy feeling holding it hostage.

Admittingly, Ferana thought Jack looked a little bit tempting the way he was laying there after the move that she just dished out. Of course she knew this was not the time nor the place to act on such thoughts and it translated to her thinking she should put him away.

Picking him up once more she would look to whip him to the corner. She would then charge after he was heading in that direction and looked to maybe take his head off with a hard clothesline. She had already thought of how she would want to end this and if Jack took what Ferana dished out she would be a few short moments away from looking to put him out of his misery as the saying goes.

Jack once again felt the familiar sensation of being stood up once more, but he was too out of it to speak. Ferana wasn't gonna give him another moment, whipping him into the corner before nailing him with a clothesline. Jack stumbled back into the corner for a moment before slumping to the mat, on the verge of passing out.