Lights Out Debut! Jack Frost Vs Cary Cullen!

"Oooo~ A-A~ F-Fitting~ P-Prise~ Mmmmff~" Cary moaned as he began thrusting into Jack's moist mouth, his face lighting up with a bright red blush as he pleasured himself by using his opponent. Caring absolutely nothing for the spirits well-being as he sensually drove his cock down deeper.

Jack nearly gagged as the cat thrust into his mouth. He swore if it got to the point where he was gonna choke, he'd blast this brat halfway across the stadium. He'd bet the crowd would love that.

"Purrrrff!!~ I-Im!!~ A-Almost!!~ T-There!!~" Cary continued to purr lovingly as his voice climbed in volume, the warm and moist confines of Jack's mouth feeling absolutely wonderful on his manhood. The fact that he had beaten his opponent was just making this that much more pleasurable, and he would enjoy every single moment of it.

Jack shut his eyes, focusing on breathing through his nose as this humiliating torment continued. It's not the fact that he lost, but who he lost to. The fact that a selfish, bratty excuse for a wrestler managed to beat him really sunk in, and the spirit was fuming.

"Ah!~ Ahh!~ Mmmm~" Cary moaned out softly, pulling his cock out of Jack's moist mouth just before he finished, making sure to keep it aimed at the spirits face so it ended up getting painted with his warm and sticky cum, being careful not to move it's position until everything had finished shooting out, smiling that same smug smile the entire time.

Just when Cary had finished splattering his cum over Jack's face, his face split into a smirk. With his hands pointed at the cat's chest, he blasted the cat off of him with a patch of cold energy. The blast would send his opponent flying to the ropes, no doubt coating his chest in snow and ice. Getting up, he wiped the cum off of his face, flying above the cat.

"You and I are going to have a rematch Cary." he growled his fists clenched with blue sparks emitting from them, "and when we do, I'm not going to hold back. Just to warn you, if you ever pull out those claws in an official match with me again, I'll freeze you solid, and leave you to thaw for the next few weeks. Got it?"

"Ehehe.. So you can finally move ag-NYA!!" Cary started commenting on Jack's movement with the same cocky tone as usual, interrupted by the sudden cold blast which sent him flying with a quick yelp, causing the surprised feline to bounce against the ropes before stumbling forwards and tripping face first onto the canvas with a thud. "Unfair.." The annoyed feline mumbled to himself while rolling onto his side, trying to brush away the freezing remnants on his chest when Jack caught his attention.

"HA! FINE!" Cary spat confidentially before scrambling back up to his feet, pointing up at Jack once he was up. "Nyah!! You got off easy this time Jacky!! Next time I'm going to make you my own personal cum-dumpster for the night!! After humiliating you in-front of this audience AGAIN!!" He yelled up at the spirit, fully committed with what he was saying.

Narrowing his eyes, Jack growled, "We'll see."

Without another word, he flew away, chilling the air around the cat as an ominous warning. He promised that he wasn't going to go easy on Cary again, not after this.

"Pathetic.." Cary mumbled as Jack flew away, ignoring the ominous warning as he looked around the ring, eventually spotting his previously discarded pair of panties and slowly strutting towards them, carefully sliding them back on once he had reached them. Jack thought he was tough. Hmf. The spirit was nothing. And Carey would prove it to the world once again in their glorious rematch. This was going to get ugly.