*Match Four*

~Mixed Match~

Jamal Payne Vs. Necra Octavian Kane

In Jamal Payne’s entire career as a wrestler one thing was known from the start of it to now. He had rarely faced women.

 

Not to say Jamal hadn’t fought against the opposite sex before. In his younger days he’d face off against women. Usually scrappy, plucky, fiery babyfaces with the occasional female powerhouse who thought they could step to him. Depending on his alignment at the time. But they were still a minority compared to the men he’d gone to war with.

 

So why was this a topic? Well because his scheduled match for KORE Assault was against a woman for a change but not just any normal woman. Necra Octavian Kane. 

 

This was going to be one hell of a match and Jamal was honestly excited.

 

Why? Because Necra Octavian Kane wasn’t a regular woman in the wrestling business she was one of the defining stars of the Asylum Wrestling Society. She was on the bulk of the promotional material, was a part of every AWS TV show opening and her merchandise was also high-selling. And Necra did all of it while being 5 feet 11 inches and 127 pounds of pure WEIRDNESS. The type of wrestler who could psyche opponents out and win the mental aspect of the match. Getting a victory before the bell even rang.

 

Jamal HATED wrestlers like those. Ones that dealt with the occult and all of this bizarre shit. Not to say Jamal didn’t do mind games in his own way. He was a foot taller than Necra and about three-hundred pounds heavier with a badass, powerhouse aura. He could psyche out an opponent just by his looks alone. His words could just drive it home.

 

In fact, the more he thought about Necra and her style the more pissed off it made him. Wrestlers with her style got under his skin. The ones who couldn’t win a wrestling match by just being 

 

So to begin the promo scene he wanted to show off by letting people know he was the furthest thing from Necra Octavian Kane. Not just in terms of appearance which was obvious but in terms of swagger and style. How so? Let's find out!

 

And it all started with KORE Assault itself. Old school in ring promo the night of the show.

 

The camera showed Jamal Payne standing in the middle of the ring in full wrestling gear, muscles jacked, looking like he was ready for a match right now as he looked directly into the camera that was waiting for him to speak in front of the Morris Township, New Jersey crowd in the Mennen Sports arena

 

Jamal Payne: My name is Jamal Payne and I don’t scare easy. I just had to let y’all know that while bein’ as real as I could get. I wanna go old school before I put an old school ass-kicking on Necra Octavian Kane. See y’all may think I got a problem fightin’ against a woman and I do. I don’t like to use my 305 pounds of power to hurt a woman. But here’s the thing…Necra ain’t a woman to me. She’s a damn she-devil! She uses mind games, she’s creepy as hell, I ain’t fighting a woman, I’m fighting a damn witch out here tonight so I won’t hold back!

 

Jamal wanted to get down to business with his statement and let the fans know how he felt about Necra with his direct thoughts and some trash talk and statements of confidence against her to show he wasn’t scared.

 

Jamal Payne: Now y’all know me by now. I don’t do that smoke & mirrors crap. What I do is pound the piss out of people in the ring. I PUNISH people who are brave enough and dumb enough to face me. No need for mind games because I am reality and you can bet your ass KORE people REALITY HURTS. Reality is also an equal-opportunity thing. Necra, I know you’re watching. And you’re going to face the reality of me beating you down here tonight! Damn you got some bad luck to face me tonight because man or woman the Freight Train runs them all down…

 

Jamal was now talking about himself and how bad Necra’s chances were here tonight and how he brought all of his talents to the table. Not that he made any points he couldn’t prove. He was a powerhouse of a wrestler who was building a reputation for beating the hell out of his unfortunate foes through sheer force. All with no mind games or occult tricks. A beatdown from a real life badass. And that’s what Necra was in for tonight!

Act 1: If the streets could talk...

 

Voice Over:  Spirits wander this world and they will remain until the last days and the trumpet finally sounds. They speak to me from the darkness and shadows. Whispers fill my ears at night, begging me to send them to the other side so they can rest. But I really can't do that... If they have unfinished business on this plane I can't do anything about it...

 

The scene opens on the beautiful city of St. Augustine Florida. The night had come on fast and the soft glow of the old lamps cast their glow to the ground below. A few cars pass in the streets around the city, while the waves gently lapped against the shoreline. The lights from the fort glistened against the dark night sky. The camera moves to one of the streets that wound itself through the city, and soon we see Necra dressed in what appears to be a black sundress with gold and silver designs running through it. A pair of sandals adorn her feet as she walks along, enjoying the quiet of the night. Her sandals click against the cobblestone sidewalks as she moves along, catching shadows out of the corner of her eye as she walks along.

Necra: Welcome to one of the oldest cities in the US, St. Augustine Florida! This is one of the most haunted cities as well. I mean with age and horrors of war, it does happen when one is pulled from their mortal coil quickly. Injustices were done to the local natives, along with men that were only trying to protect the place they called home. Yellow fever ran rampant along with other diseases, and of course pirates lives were snuffed out just for doing what they wanted to do. I can hear them all whisper to me, but once again I have to deny them their rest. Their time on this earth is not done... Not until the end...

She walks along and soon stops in front of what appears to be an old prison. The sound of whips being cracked, and cell doors slamming echo through the night. Men screaming and crying out in agony is heard but no one seems to hear it, but Necra. She stands in front of the jail as the figures start to appear from nowhere. As she walks along we see an old gallows appears along with 8 figures with ropes around their necks. A hooded figure pulls a lever and a trap door soon opens and the figures disappear into nothingness.

Necra: In just a few days I'll be facing off against a man that is about three times my own weight and about 5 inches taller than I am. But you know what... I've faced guys just as big as you and have won. Hell my boyfriend is taller than you are, and I can take him down in a match, and I don't mean in the bedroom. It's funny really that you don't know the difference between 5 inches and a foot... But then again you probably haven't seen your "inches" in a very long time.

She smirks, as she continues along.

Necra: I listened to what you said and everything that you said is pretty well... Wrong.All but my weirdness. I would rather be a freak then boring like you. You are everything that is wrong with the business today. You're generic, boring, a loser who uses his size to come up with a name for himself. I've always been unique all due to my up bringing. I can speak 8 languages fluently while you can't seem to grasp the English language. I am beloved in every company that I have been in, my merch sells so quick because of my following, but you are nothing more than a pathetic man trying to live out a life that does not suit you.

She laughs as she walks along the old streets and soon hears what one could only identify as cries of pain. Some cried for their mothers while others cried for their mothers. A few natives wandered along the hall, and could be seen in the windows as she stopped in front of the building.

Necra: You claim that you're legendary in the companies that you've been in and yet I've never heard of you. Have you held titles? Or been in halls of fame? Anything? If you were as legendary as you claim then you would be very well known but you're not. In certain circles maybe... Do you know what my lineage is? I come from a long line of champions, and people that will do everything and anything to get what they want in the end. I don't hold back on anyone, let alone stop until I get what I want, and that is another win. If that means I I have to face off against a pathetic fool like you then so be it. I'm not afraid of you, but you should be afraid of me.

Her eyes seem to change color and flash red before going back to their golden color. She walks along the streets in silence and soon she comes to a stop near a massive fort that seems to come up from nowhere. She stands on the sidewalk watching a light move along the turrets. The sound of cannons roared through the night, along with flashes of light and shouts from what appeared to be nothingness.

Necra: The Castillo de San Marcos, a fort that seemed to never be damaged when they were attacked, but there was a trick that the Spanish had. The walls are made of shells and a type of limestone. After every attack that was made by the British the Spanish would go out in the middle of the night and fix the walls once again. The next day they would see there was no damage. They could never figure out why. Now their spirits wander the fort protecting the place they had fallen. Now I know what you are thinking , what does this have to do with our match? Well... With every step I take in this city, I feed on the fear, the rage, the sadness, and the death that is around me. This is where your career ends and everyone will forget you even existed. There is one thing that my uncle has always told me, that I live by... You might be taller than me, but I will always look down on you. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, The Angel of Death, The Lady in Black,  The Reaper of Souls, The Alpha and the Omega, The Child of Heaven and Hell; fear me. For when you look upon me you'll see your end. See you soon and good luck, you're going to need it.

She smiles an evil smile, as a Ghost Tour's bus goes by her. When it pulls away she is gone, and the scene fades to black.