From the frozen edge of nowhere comes a force that chills both the air and the blood — Jack Frost, a merciless brawler who leaves nothing but silence and wreckage in his wake. No one knows where he came from, only that every arena he enters feels colder for it.

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A violent technician with a mean streak a mile long, Frost doesn’t waste words or motions. Every strike, every stomp, is deliberate — a methodical dismantling of anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. His sadistic calm makes him all the more dangerous; while others shout or posture, Frost just smirks, waiting for the perfect moment to ascend the ropes and crash down with the Cold Snap, a brutal diving headbutt that feels like winter itself coming down on his opponent.

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To Frost, pain is an art form and fear is the applause. He’s not here for championships or cheers — he’s here to remind everyone that even in the heat of battle… winter always wins.