POW Match: Merdok vs Jack Frost

Merdok watched as the spirit slowly but surely swallowed the piece of slime, and Jack could do nothing but stare dazily at him, the effects already beginning to take place. "Shhhhshhshhhh....let my essence take over you, there's nothing you can do but wait for me to put you out of your misery, but I don't know if i'm going to be so....forgiving" the large slime said to the weak man laid against his pecs, before spinning and holding onto the man, slamming him into the ground with a transitioned belly-to-belly suplex, making sure to slam him down with all his body weight.

Merdok broke into an evil laugh as he grabbed Jack by his white hair and rose him onto his feet. He let go to see what he would do, only for the spirit to collapse against his body once more. "Awwww c'mon, fight back, do something!" Merdok teased, putting his hands to his hips proudly.

Jack mind was in a battered haze, the fight becoming so distant to him, even after being slammed with the whole weight of his opponent crushing him against the mat. Jack coughed weakly, feeling himself getting dragged to his feet. When he was released, the spirit fell to his knees, even with the fans begging him to fight back, while the others cheered to see Jack as his famous jobber self.

Jack raised his fists, even though they felt so heavy, and punched Merdok in his abs. The weak punches would barely phase the slime, but Jack kept it up, even as he stumbled face first into the slime, the fresh taste of strawberry on his lips.

Merdok waited for Jack to do something, but all he was met with were weak punches to his slimed abs, and his opponent falling face first into his lower chest. Merdok felt the man taste his body once more, and grinned as he pulled the spirit's head back to look up at him. "Nuh uh uh, you don't get a taste until you deserve it..." Merdok teased, before kicking him sharply in the gut and placing his head between his thighs.

Merdok stood and posed as he kept the man positioned, humiliating him as the crowd booed him relentlessly. "Look at your hero! Reduced to nothing but a ragdoll." Merdok laughed before picking Jack up onto his shoulders. The slime held him up for a few seconds, before preparing to run forward and hit a running sitout powerbomb!

The kick doubled the spirit over, sending spit over the ring floor while his head was shoved sharply between the slime's legs. THe pressure was starting to be quite painful when he was lifted up on Merdok's shoulder, being shown off to the crowd before slammed in a brutal powerbomb!

Jack's spine exploded in pain, his mouth and eyes wide open as his lean body was brought crashing down to earth. His arms fell limp above hi, his head fallen to one side while his vision was white from the blow.

Merdok ran and slammed Jack down painfully in the centre of the ring for the sitout powerbomb. Looking at Jack's broken body, Merdok could've easily gone for the pinfall and won the match, or even absorb him now with no troubles, but Merdok wanted to save that for later in the night, he wanted to make sure it was special.

The imposing slime picked Jack's lifeless body once more and placed him over his shoulder, before walking over to the turnbuckle. Merdok's face was nothing short of terrifying as he was excited for what he was about to do next, as well as the rest of the night. He pulled himself up and sat on the top turnbuckle, before slowly standing up and grabbing Jack in another choke. "It's over....boy!" He said before leaping off the turnbuckle and landing a chokeslam in the centre of the ring! The impact was massive, and the crowd looked almost upset as Merdok leaned over Jack's seemingly unconscious body, finally going for the pinfall.

The chokeslam effectively knocked Jack into next week. His limp hands fell to his sides, his lean form still after the thunderous impact. Every now and then, his body would twitch, before Merdok's massive frame fell atop him, hooking a leg up for the pin. The ref slapped the mat quickly, and everyone knew it was over.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!" she called, before the bell rang, leaving Merdok the sole victor and the owner of Jack Frost. The spirit continued to lay at the slime's feet, looking as attractive as ever even in crushing defeat.

The referee counted the final pin and Merdok got up confidently with an evil smirk as the crowd booed him relentlessly and the stock music played once more. The slime stood up with one hand raised as he placed a foot on Jack's face.

He finally took his foot off of him and walked to the ropes to pose to the angry crowd once more, when he noticed the referee and a doctor looking to check up on Jack. "Get away. He's mine, and I'll be taking special care of him, don't you worry." Merdok said with a menacing look as the officials scurried backwards away from him. The blue skinned man climbed out of the ring before dragging Jack under the bottom rope and onto his shoulder. Merdok carried the light, unconscious spirit up the entrance ramp and looked at the crowd once more with a smirk, before slowly walking to the back.

Jack's arms and legs swayed and dangled limply in the air, still unconscious even as Merdok carried him off who knows where. Funny thing was, as far as squash matches go, this would be in Jack's top 3. When he woke up after this whole thing was over, he had to find that match.

When MErdok shifted his body, he let out a quiet groan, still showing no signs of waking. Looks like this would be a quiet trip for Merdok.

Merdok carried the man backstage and, without even going to the locker rooms or anything, opened a backstage door leading to a side alley leading out of the arena. The weather was cold and it was pretty much late into the night, but Jack was surely used to it, plus Merdok's warm body would probably leave him somewhat toasty. The slime carried the near-unconscious man through various back alleys and dark, shadowed streets until, about 20 minutes later, they finally arrived at a front door in a quiet alleyway somewhere, it was Merdok's "Home".

Merdok dropped Jack back onto his feet and pushed him up against the wall to keep him up, as he turned one of his fingers into a small key-shape, and seconds later unlocked the front door. The house was nothing special, it was a one-floor house consisting of a front room, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. The truth was Merdok never owned this property, but the less said of what happened to the previous owner, the better. Merdok dragged the boy into the front room and dropped him onto the sofa as he entered the bathroom. He observed himself in the mirror and took off his pants, leaving him clad in white briefs as he threw his pants on the bathroom floor and entered the front room once more. It was time for him to enjoy his meal...

By the time Merdok entered the room, Jack had just started to come around, still battered and weak from the match. Sweat glistened off his pale chest, and his tight brown pants left little to the Slime's imagination.

"Mnnnnm....where am I?" Jack groaned, looking around before the events caught up to him. He lost again, and as per the rules he is Merdok's prisoner. Getting to his feet uneasily, he looked up at his new master, wondering what exactly the slime had planned for him.