John vs Jack Frost

"Well you better make it worth my while then." Jack said, loud enough for only John to hear. Seeing the vampire was still reeling from his punches, Jack launched into the air, hoping to nail John with a hard kick to the chest. Seeing the fangs in that smile, Jack's free hand pulled at the collar of his blue hoodie, hoping they concealed his neck.

John chuckled a little when suddenly he was hit by another kick to the chest. He hit the ropes and rolled forward onto his back, holding his chest and gasping softly, what was he going to do to counter Jack? He was to fast for him. He needed to think hard. He just lay on his back, holding his chest and thinking while panting softly

Jack was gaining momentum. So far so good. John was lying on his back, so Jack made his way over, before dropping his whole weight onto the vampire's chest.

"Not that bad looking for a vampire," he complimented, "I've seen a few. Really let themselves go. Not a pretty picture."

He groaned as he felt the male drop onto him, groaning, the ref slid next to them and slapped the mat, "One!" John panted and smiled at the male's words, "Well thank you." he remained under the male for a second.

Jack looked at John, a bit shocked when he just lay there as the ref began counted, "Don't tell me you're giving up so soon!"

He laughed, "No, I'm not." at the two count, he arched his back, trying to roll Jack off of him before he slowly stood, getting ready to spear the younger male.

Jack smiled when John threw the spirit off of him. Jack was having a ball, and he hoped the vampire was enjoying himself as well. He barely finished his thought when John speared him in the gut, sending Jack's body crashing into the ring post. Jack cried out loudly, while his back exploded in pain.

John grinned and slowly stroked his cheek. When the fans saw this, they exploded into a chorus of cheers and whistles. John then moved a finger to his lip before going to the male's neck, brushing his fangs against his neck before licking it, "Your flesh tastes amazing." he whispered in his ear. He would then pull him out of the corner and place his head between his legs, holding him in the center of the ring and smiling at the fans, making a slit motion across his throat, wanting to end him right away and take him home.

Jack was breathing heavily, while John dragged his fangs and tongue across his neck. The act drew out a small moan from the winter spirit.

"Oh," he panted, "Now he tries to arouse me."

Jack felt himself get dragged to the center of the ring, when John placed Jack's head between his legs, drawing out a blush.

He smiled and lifted the male up into a power bomb position, walking around before lifting him and slamming him down on the mat before straddling his chest and leaning back to hook his leg, raising an arm into the air with a finger pointing into the sky and he threw his head back, closing his eyes as the ref slapped the mat, "One!"