Journal of the Whills Volume 3 CHAPTER 9 Quod Superius domin

Sativa’s debut in California Wrestling wasn’t exactly what she envisioned. She knew it wasn’t going to be an easy one at one hundred percent. She was nowhere near that. But she did what she always does, she endured. She survived. She was able to walk out with the victory, outsmarting RJ and rolling her up. The next day she found out she had made it to number six on the top ten of the promotion.

Then she heard about her second match. It was two weeks after he debut. Time enough to heal most of the way up. Maybe not fully but enough to show what she could really do. She wouldn’t just be surviving. This time she would be the predator. This would be her official debut. The one she would show what she was about. It was a shame for Desmond Masters. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But that’s the way the Universe seemed to work most of the time.


We see Sativa Nevaeh strolling down a beach at night. The clear skies seem to open forever, blanketed with a million million stars. She is wearing a black and green hoodie, black cargo pants, and black sneakers to protect against the evening chill. She stops and looks up into the sky.

"You know, I was really stuck on what I was gonna have to say about my opponent Desmond Masters. I know little about him. Just the bits I’ve seen here in California wrestling and the snippets I’ve heard from other places where he worked. Then today happened. His true colors were brought to light. He has shown exactly who he is. He can try and say he is one thing or another. Say how he is something special. But his actions and reactions say something completely different.”

She releases a chuckling scoff.

“From what I can gather, he sees himself as some sort of fighter for good. A hero of sorts. Someone people can look up to and model themselves after. Since we are in Hollywood, I would like to think he considers himself an Avenger. If I had to pick which Avenger he thought he was I would pick Captain America without hesitation. The scrappy, all American hero kind of guy. Someone to fight for truth, justice, and the American Way.”

She turns her attention from the sky to the beach. She squats down and picks up a rock and inspects it before tossing it back to the sand. She repeats this action a couple of more times before settling on one she approves of. She stands back up and looks out on the gentle waves.

“But he is a liar. He can try and spin the story he wants. He can talk until he is blue in the face about fighting the good fight. About doing things the ‘proper way.’ But all of that disappears the moment someone who will not back down confronts him. Today on social media we saw who Desmond Masters truly is.

He is a small-minded man who only cares for himself and no one else. Anyone who has done better than him has had to do anything but work for their success and long career. His reading retention and understanding is worse than Forrest Gump’s. He insults everything and everyone who won’t bend over backward for him.”

Sativa cocks her arm back and throws the stone she had picked up skipping it across the waves an impressive amount before it finally falls below the surface.

“According to Desmond, I would have sucked someone off for that impressive rock skip. I’m sure he thinks I slept my way to every title I’ve held and every accolade I’ve been given. Ignore the fact that I have bled in a ring more than he probably has since the day he was born. Forget all the injuries I’ve had and fought through. My CW debut should be proof enough of that for him. If he could take his own dick out of his mouth long enough to pay attention to anyone not named Desmond Masters.

His problem is that he has to face me on Friday. He has to step into the ring with the single toughest woman on the CW roster. Now, I know a certain former Pride Champion will open her rug muncher and claim that she is. But she hasn’t done what I have. She hasn’t bled like I have. She hasn’t put her body through the punishment and torture I have. She wouldn’t have wrestled four days after dislocating a shoulder.”

Sativa lifts the hood of her hoodie and pulls it over her head. It casts a shadow over her eyes, leaving only her painted black lips visible.

“Desmond Masters will step into the ring with Darth Ganja. The woman who will show him what happens to those who disrespect her. He ran his cock holster with his weak and pathetic attempts at comebacks to my statements. Each one paled and fell flat at my feet. Impotent words from an even more impotent man. And I use that term in the lightest sense possible.

He is only a man because his genetics state as much. CW did not get a great debut from me. I was injured. I wasn’t at top performance. But I still came out victorious. I still fought through everything to show my power. I proved that I am more than this shell. I am a well of dark energy and power. The failed Cult Leader couldn’t overcome me. I can already tell she is a far more impressive opponent that Masters. So I will use this match to show what I can really do. I will use Desmond Masters as an example.”

Sativa brought her hands together in front of her stomach. She interlaced most of her slender fingers. She steepled her index fingers and thumbs.

“Darth Ganja, the Dark Lady of California Wrestling shall enter the ring against this farce of a man and destroy him. He cares so little for her and her domain that she will force him to. Or he will suffer under her wrath. A wrath that is slow to awaken but once it has been, it makes the toughest of opponents cower in fear. She might not be physically imposing, but her force of will towers over the mightest of warriors.

She fears no living being in reality. Her shadow carries in it an aura of dread and terror. She will show this to Desmond Masters. She will make sure he knows how bad he has fucked up. She will lift his beaten and lifeless face up for the cameras and crowd to see. She will then cast down his broken and shattered carcass to the dirt and leave him there to rot. If he cares not for California Wrestling, then it's Dark Lady shall show him what happens to those who disrespect it.”

As she spoke her voice took on a darker tone. It seemed to deepen. Power radiated from her petite frame. The normal sounds of evening wildlife faded as she talked. The only sound aside from her voice was the waves, and if they could stop and silence themselves they would have.

“Desmond Masters, Champions of California Wrestling, and California Wrestling as a whole, this is your warning. You do not cross me. You do not disrespect me or my domain. If you are foolish enough to, as Masters was, you shall be punished. What I do to Masters shall happen to all of you. I do not care who you are. Wrestler, Staff, Corporate, it doesn’t matter. You stand in my way, you will pay the price. I can be a benevolent Dark Lady if you obey and listen. If you don’t, then you shall feel the full brunt of my wrath and vengeance. You have all been warned. You have all been put on notice.”

She paused for a moment.

“Desmond Masters, I would say I feel sorry for you. But we all know I would be lying. Pray to whatever greater power you believe in that I do not end your career in California Wrestling. Pray that I do not end your career period.”

There seems to be a glow from where her eyes are in the shadows of her hood.

“Prepare, for you do not know the power of the Darkside…”

She then begins a deep, powerful, sinister laugh.