Lights Out Debut! Jack Frost Vs Cary Cullen!

This imbecile was proving to be much tougher than previously expected! Cary hadn't even managed to get a single hit in yet! If this kept up he was going to lose! And he couldn't lose! Especially not to a pathetic waste of space like Jack! It would be beyond humiliating!

"Nyah!!" Cary squeaked as he was interrupted when trying to drag himself up the ropes, the sharp elbow temporarily halting his progress as he fell back down a little bit, currently using a large majority of his strength to just hold on tight to the ropes.

Unlike Cary, Jack wasn't going to lower himself to smack talking at this point. Just beating this new guy would be enough for him.

Once his elbow made contact, Jack dragged the cat away from the ropes, pulling him up to drive a powerful palm strike to the furry chest on his foe. He wouldn't stop this beat down until Cary was a knocked out mess on the mat. He followed up the strikes with a few kicks to the anthro's side.

"Nyaaaa!!" Cary cried out as he felt himself suddenly being pulled away from the ropes, desperately attempting to cling onto them for a few moments longer before he eventually lost his grip, smacking into the canvas before being rapidly dragged backwards, not able to do much about it except squirm.

"Agh!! Eeeh!!" Cary continued to whine as he was struck with even more blows, unable to defend against them effectively causing him to clumsily stumble away.

In an act of desperation Cary would abruptly lunge forwards, swiping at Jack's face with his claws in an attempt to momentarily blind him.

Everything was going well for Jack up to that point. Then there was a flash of claws and a splitting pain erupted on his face. The spirit cried out in pain, holding his face as he backed away. The crowd gasped in shock booing at the dirty trick, with some pleading for Jack to kick the cat's ass.

The spirit was still trying to recover from the scratch, massaging the area that stung with the pain.

"Aha!!" Cary laughed out in satisfaction as his cheap move connected. Satisfaction filling him as he actually managed to get a hit on Jack, and quite the effective one at that. So the audience weren't very happy with what he had done? Like he honestly cared! He was here to win this match and that was exactly what he was going to do! No matter if this stupid bunch of worthless peasants liked it or not!

"Take this!" Cary yelled enthusiastically, taking a quick step forwards while shooting up one of his legs in an attempt to kick Jack straight in the balls!

The kick connected, causing Jack to scream in pain. The spirit fell to the mat, curled up in pain from his groin to his face. He crawled over to the ropes to try and pull himself to his feet, hoping Cary's injuries would buy him some time.

"Ha!! Bet that hurt!!" Cary giggled sadistically as he went to follow after the now crawling Jack, only getting a few steps forwards before he became wobbly on his feet, forcing him to take a single step backwards and fall back onto the ropes for support. He may have gotten a couple of good hits in on Jack but the spirit had been beating him for quite a while, and the feline was still feeling the effects of it.

Seeing his chance, Jack crawled up the ropes, desperate to regain the advantage in the match. he didn't want to lose to this brat! He couldn't imagine what Cary would make him do!

"Not so fast!!" Cary yelled over at Jack as he saw him attempting to recover, throwing all his weight backwards to bounce him off of the ropes fast towards his opponent.

After he got relatively close to Jack, Cary would leap forwards with all his strengh, trying to spin himself around mid-air to smack Jack in the face with his rear!

The impact slammed Jack into the corner post, where the spirit slumped down, his arms hung up on the ropes. He breathed heavily while trying to recover, not being able to do much of anything at this point. He was pretty much a punching bag for the cat, and knowing cats, Cary would probably play with Jack before knocking him out.