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Sativa Nevaeh -vs- RJ Mitchell Feb 27, 2019 22:40:12 GMT -8

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Post by Sativa Nevaeh on Feb 27, 2019 22:40:12 GMT -8

Journal of the Whills

Volume 3

CHAPTER 8

Impiorum Requies...

Sativa was in a bad spot. She had lost her recent World Title match. She had her shoulder dislocated. She was under strict orders of rest and no use of her arm. But she had a match to win. She had a match she set up that she couldn’t go back on. So she was going to have to tough it out, suffer the consequences, and dig down deep.

She had to win this match. She had to beat the woman who has sought her out from the moment she noticed her. She had to end the leader of the biker cult known as the Shieldmaidens. She was the target of a vicious smear campaign by their leader. She had more than pride to defend.

She was set and ready as she could be. She was Darth Ganja. She wouldn’t be denied this victory. She wouldn’t be held back by her injury. She would rise above. She would shatter the image of the tough biker chick. She would do it all because she had to. Because it was what she needed.

Because it was who she was...

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Sativa paces around a rundown abandoned house. She is wearing a pair of black cargo pants, black boots, and a 40s & Shorties Send Holy Nudes shirt. Her left arm was held across her stomach in the shoulder immobilization sling. Her face showed a hint of pain and discomfort. She looks around before she starts to speak.

“This isn’t an ideal situation for me.”

She shakes her head and scoffs.

“I’m down an arm. Technically I shouldn’t even be wrestling. I am supposed to not be moving my arm unless I have to. You know, to get dressed or shower. Stuff you have to do. I’m not supposed to wrestle. But I’m going to show up to this match. I am not some weak ass sissy bitch like half the others out there. Now, I know you are probably wondering how this happened. I was facing the World Champion of the East Coast Wrestling Federation. She had to dislocate my shoulder to beat me. She was that desperate to win.”

She splays and flexes the fingers on her left hand.

“Now, I will admit, all I really knew of RJ when this match was made was what I saw in that rumble we were both in a while back. But we all know how wrestlers prepare for the unknown, right? We watch tape. We find anything we can and binge watch it like a series on Netflix. So I went out, got, and forced myself to watch every season of Sons of Anarchy to get ready for this match.”

A chuckle escapes from Sativa as she winks.

“But, seriously, I’ve studied up on you RJ. I do enjoy the fact that you think I’m in a cult when you have one of the biggest cults in the sport. Oh, wait, The Shieldmaidens are a family, aren’t they? Well, RJ, you know who else had a family? Charles Manson. So please, tell me more how your little family isn’t a fucking cult.”

Again she scoffs and shakes her head.

“You are a textbook cult. You take in the weak and broken. You have your own rules. Your own laws. If someone breaks them then they are fucked aren’t they? You don’t just kick them out do you? You make sure they learn their lesson the hard way. You only care about everyone towing your line. Your beliefs. If they so much as put one toe out of line they are fucked.”

“You see, RJ, you and your little family are so more cultlike than The Collective. Your word is law. You expect every member of your family to be a carbon copy of you. You stamp out originality. You give everyone in your family a new fucking name. You brainwash each member to be exactly the fucking same. It’s fucking pathetic!”

Mary starts pacing around the room she is in. She kicks around some of the debris, causing little plumes of dust to kick up.

“You aren’t some big bad intimidating group. You aren’t some great leader. You literally pick up any broken and tossed aside dregs. You have Wendy Stevens who couldn’t have an original thought to be with us so she had to settle for your cult. She is still so fucking obsessed with us that she follows every fucking move we do. It’s honestly kind of fucking sad.”

“Then, then you have my not really ex-wife as your newest member. You have some of the weakest and most pathetic members. How many are you up to now? Twenty? Twenty-five? Fucking cult status RJ. The Collective is four. That is all we need. We don’t need faceless members to bolster our ranks.”

She chuckles.

“Quality over quantity.”

She smirks and picks up a dirty and broken picture frame. She runs her thumb across the broken glass to clean it. She looks at the family that stared out of the frame at her. All smiles and happy. A moment in time when things were good.

“RJ, every time you have opened your mouth in regards to me it has been to talk about my personal life. What happens behind closed doors. Who I am or am not sleeping with. Which honestly, says a lot more about you than me. Sure, I put who I’m with on Social Media, for the most part. But that is as far as it goes. I’m not out there like some people going into detail about what I’m going to be doing or what I have done.”

Sativa drops the picture and the glass shatters out of the frame completely.

“I get it RJ, I’m pretty. But I don’t want to sleep with you. Please, stop stalking me. The obsession in a bit creepy. I’m sure if you ask Eavan she will tell you that you aren’t my type. I just hope you can keep yourself under control during this match. I don’t want to have to file sexual assault charges against you. Not like you would do anything about it. Probably just hop on that, how did my baby phrase it, two-wheeled vibrator, and disappear.”

“I don’t care if I only have one fucking arm for this fight. That is more than enough to drop your sorry ass. How bad are you going to feel RJ? Huh? How shitty are you gonna feel when your supposedly tough as nails biker gang leader ass gets her ass beat by a fucking one-armed woman? How is your little cult gonna look at you? How will that authority you hold over your cult members be? Will I be the new leader? Are you guys like the Necromongers from Chronicles of Riddick? I keep what I kill? Cause, you’re damn sure gonna look like a piece of shit when I beat you.”

She chuckles.

“I wouldn’t be surprised to hear you dropped off of social media, though you are hardly on it to begin with. I can’t wait to hear that the Shieldmaidens and their million members have disbanded because of their leader’s shame. Their supposedly tough ass leader getting beat by someone with one arm. Someone she considers worthless and a whore. Your biker image will be shattered and I will revel in your misery.”

“The tears of your cult members will be sweeter than wine. Their lamentations will be a beautiful symphony to my ears. To think, some random booking, put together on a whim on social media, will be the downfall of the so-called Shieldmaidens. That little ol’ me, one armed Sativa, will be their end.”

Her demeanor changed suddenly. Her face took on a sinister glare.

“Darth Ganja will claim their pain and misery. I shall use it to fuel myself. To repair my injuries. To add to my power. Their destruction shall be a glorious event to watch. An army vanquished by the will of one single person. Or maybe, after I destroy their leader I assume command. I bend them to my will. I corrupt your vision and dream. I will use them to run roughshod over every promotion I decide. Send all of them in and destroy. Watch as they become like the Vikings of old. It will be a sight to behold. They will help me secure my new empire.”

She grins wickedly as the light starts to fade.

“And what a glorious dark empire it will be…”

The light fades out completely. All that can be heard is Sativa’s wicked laughter.

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Sativa Nevaeh -vs- RJ Mitchell Feb 28, 2019 0:13:04 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2019 0:13:04 GMT -8

††† Parental and NSFW Advisory †††
††† Scenes will contain Violence of a Graphic Nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. †††

Case File: NO28Feb2019 - Open

As the video comes to life, it started with static. Only to have a burn barrel come into view a few moments later. On top of the barrel was a plank of wood. On top of that wood was a teddy bear.

“Recognize that, Sativa? You should.”

A hand reaches out, giving it a squeeze. When pressed, the words, “I love you, Cora.” are heard coming from it. And in Sativa’s own voice. As the camera pans out, sitting to the left of the teddy bear is a can of lighter fluid. And to the right of it a box of matches.

“See, the funny thing is.. I wanted to smash that pretty little face of yours in before Eavan became a Shieldmaiden. Now that she is one? Oh, honey, that just makes me want to dislocate your other shoulder and then break both arms…”

She pauses to think for a moment.

“...and maybe both legs. I haven’t decided yet.”

The camera begins to pan out even further and Robi, herself, comes in view. As it pans out even more, it became clear that she was surrounded by her Shieldmaiden Sisters. Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnelly, Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Becca “Bruiser” Rogers, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Aerynn “Chaos” Maguire, Eavan “Krigare” Maloney, Lyall “Lyric” Allen, Zoya “Zo” Riis and a few others.

Each of them dressed the same in black BDU tactical pants, black tactical boots.. Some wore t-shirts, others wore long sleeve t-shirts. Robi? Robi was wearing a black hoodie. And all of them had their Shieldmaiden cuts on.

“See, I can already hear where you’re probably gonna try to go with your video. You’re possibly gonna try to bring up the recent drama that happened with that other company. I could be wrong.”

She shrugs.

“But, go ahead. I mean, that’s really the only leg you have to stand on. Unless you try to go through and throw my criminal record up in my face. You could always try that. You’ll fail, but you can sure try. Hell, you can even try the ‘wanna-be Sons of Anarchy’ schpeel that others like Keegan Ryan and that ignorant twat, Brennan Devlin, try to use against me. But, it’ll be yet another thing you’ll fail in.”

“But you see.. I have a lot I can use against you, though. Your little ‘I love you’ recording to Cora is just one of them.”

With that said, she picks the bear up in one hand, the lighter fluid and box of matches in another. Then she moves the plant of wood off to top of the burn barrel.

“See, I know another secret about you, Sativa. I know that, for the entirety of your marriage to Eavan, you couldn’t keep your face out of Cora’s snatch. And what do you think is gonna happen with you being in the Whore Cult? Jasmine will get tired of you. Or you’ll go running back to Cora, again. You don’t seem to know what the definition of ‘Loyalty’ is. Hell, you really don’t know the definition of ‘Fidelity’.”

“It’s small minded little cunts like you is what I can’t fucking stand. You’re the epitome of, ‘Can’t turn a hoe into a housewife.’ It’s like Salt-N-Peppa said, ‘The Difference between a hooker and a hoe ain’t nothin’ but a fee.’”

She looks at the camera with a mildly confused look.

“But then, you are gettin’ paid.. I mean, you’re a ‘kept’ woman now.”

Then she started laughing.

“Wow, it just hit me… You really are a hooker. Well, gold digger, but you get the point. It’s a good thing for the male species that you’re into pussy.. Cause God damn, you’re the type that would get pregnant on purpose and then lie about who your baby daddy is just to lock ‘em in for eighteen years. If Jasmine were smart, she’d make you sign some kind of contract stating you get fuck all when you leave.”

“Cause, let’s face it.. You’re going to. I know it. Hell, everyone knows it… Except you.”

She then takes the bear and gives it another squeeze letting, “I love you, Cora.” play once again. She then looks over to “Zo” and “Lyric” and upnods to them both.

The two women come forward with small armfuls of wood and dumps them into the burn barrel. That done, both women turn to look at Robi and she nods, once, to them before they move back to their original positions behind her.

“One thing I will give you, you’re a pretty good wrestler. And you’re gonna go pretty far in this business.. That is if you can keep your head in the game instead of it buried in pussy.”

She began to pace back and forth behind the barrel. The teddy bear still clutched by a leg in one hand and the lighter fluid and box of matches in the other.

“I know I haven’t been in this game very long myself.. But I’m also a scary judge of talent. That’s why all of the women you see here.. Are a part of something bigger than themselves. Even the Maidens you don’t see. When they agreed to become a Shieldmaiden, they knew they were going to be stepping into roles, positions and into a family much bigger then they, themselves, were.”

“You see, that’s what the Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons are.. A family. Through and through. Sure, we fight, we’ll throw the occasional punch at each other… But above it all, we’re still family. Something you have no concept of.”

She comes to a stop before the burn barrel once again. And behind her, in the darkness, fires begin to spring to life. One at a time. Fires being lit by torches. Torches being held by one Shieldmaiden or another.

It only took a couple of minutes for all of the fires to be lit. However, the camera never left it’s focus of Robi being in the forefront. But now the other Shieldmaidens were standing beside one fire or the other. Each of them still holding their own torches. The only one that stood by Robi was Eavan.

“There’s a reason they call me the ‘Wicked Witch of the Bayou’. It’s because I have no problems with ending you and then leaving your body to 'disappear'. And I can do it all without batting an eyelash.”

“People always try putting on a bravado saying they’d be willing to die for this person or that one in their life. Fuck, dyin’ is the easy part.. That’s not what you have to ask yourself if you’re willing to do for someone… What you need to ask if you’ll do for someone else… Is kill.”

“Would you be willing to kill for Jasmine? Lluvia? Would they be willing to kill for you? Bet I can answer that without even thinking about it…”

She indicated behind her with her head.

“I’d kill for each and every woman standing behind me… And they’d kill for me. Without hesitation. Without question.”

She then tossed the teddy bear into the burn barrel and soaked it with lighter fluid. She then tossed the can of lighter fluid to the side. The only thing left in her hand was the box of matches. She slowly opened the box of matches and pulled one out. She closed the box and lit the match.

But she didn’t drop it right away. She stared down into the tiny fire for a moment.

“Call us a cult all you want. Hell, I take the Charles Manson comparison as a compliment. Wish I was that fucking charismatic. And you want to bring up how I’m barely on Social Media, you’re right. It’s because I’ve got better things to do then force feed people information about my daily life. Like, ohhhh, you?”

“I don’t feel the need to feed that particular beast. The only thing I feel the need to feed right now… Is to smash in that pretty little face of yours. Wish that I could do it with a baseball bat, wrapped in razor wire, soaked in napalm and set on fire when I did it. That, in and of itself, would be satisfying enough for me.”

“So, please, bring your best. I expect nothing less where you’re concerned. Just remember one thing, Sativa…”

She dropped the match onto the bear and smiled as the flames began to grow and the teddy bear began to melt before her as the flames grew bigger and brighter.

“Maidens don't die easy; We just die bloody.”

And as the teddy bear began to burn even brighter still, “I...lo.lov.love...y-y-you...you...Co-o-o-r-r-Cor-r-r-ra.”, could be heard from deep within the fire.

And the screen goes black.

Case File: NO28Feb2019 - Closed