Journal of the Whills Volume 3 CHAPTER 13

Volume 3

CHAPTER 13

Tres-Lupus LUSCINUS ortum est!

Outside of California Wrestling Sativa Nevaeh had been on a rocky road. In California Wrestling, however, was another story. She had come in full of piss and vinegar and hadn’t stopped since. She is finally poised to get what she feels she deserves, the California Wrestling Immortal Icon Title. A title that was first won on the night she debuted in the company. It’s almost as if that title was made for her.

She just has one more obstacle in her way. Someone who hasn’t had to face her yet. Someone given nothing but pathetic “challenges” for the title. But that will change on the Stoner’s Holiday at Coachella in Indio California. The day she faces off against Darth Ganja, Sativa Nevaeh. The day the Immortal Icon Title comes to its rightful home...

The Hollywood Heritage Festival was well underway. Indio California had been busy the last few weeks. Coachella was in full effect with no signs of slowing down. The haze in the air over Indio was almost as bad as the smog in L.A. And this wasn’t caused by traffic. Despite being booked on the final day, Sativa Nevaeh was present at the event to show up in the ‘home town.’

Coachella was always the place for people to go over the top with just about everything. Sativa was no different. With the final season of Game of Thrones in full effect, she dressed up for the occasion. It wasn’t an official cosplay of anyone specific just typical medieval, ren fare attire. She was walking around, when she wasn’t sitting at a booth set up for her, like she owned the place. She drew looks from all the fans, and some of the wrestlers, as they passed. Couldn’t be sure if it was from her attire, her bright green hair, or all of the visible ink on her porcelain skin.

She turned her attention to the camera that had been set up for her and she grinned wickedly. “You know, on the ever popular Game of Thrones Bran Stark has taken on the powers of the Three-eyed raven. He has the ability to view the past or what is happening at great distances through other people’s eyes. I don’t need any of that to know how the Immortal Icon Championship match is going to play out.”

Sativa gives a lazy flip of her hair to brush it out of her face. “Haley Halsey is riding that rookie wave. She is here in California Wrestling, her first real wrestling company. One where she has had success, won a title, played the the crowd like the little miss priss she is. I’ve seen it replay over and over and over. Sure, it’s a nice story. Kid comes into the business and gets lucky with shit match, after pathetic challenger, after lucky fucking break. But that’s how things happen sometimes, right? Right Place, Right Time. Well, that all comes crashing down on the final day of the Hollywood Heritage Festival.”

“You see, Halsey, I’ve been at this a good while now, long enough to see the patterns. To know when a rookie gets enough lucky breaks that they start to get delusions of grandeur. That’s where you are right now. Less than a year into the business and had more luck than someone winning the lottery twice in two weeks. You’ve had a pretty easy run, all things considered, Halsey. From what I’ve seen your toughest match to date was the one where you won the Immortal Icon title. Then again, any match with Desmond Masters in it isn’t really that hard now, is it?” Sativa smirks and chuckles.

“Legion could have been a proper challenge, had she actually put forth effort. But to me, it seems like all she did was phone it in against you in your first defense. Then you had what, Lawless as a challenger? Fucking joke.” Sativa shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “That man didn’t deserve to be sniffing a title match let alone in one. Yet there he was, on a million loss streak and all but fed to you. You know that right? He was challenging you then to boost your ego. To make you feel like an actual champion. To let you have a few successful defenses to really get you buying your own hype.”

“Plus, they knew me kicking your ass for that title was money so they had to put it at the big show. Which look at that! Here we are, just days away from our match. The match where you realize the front office has blown smoke so far up your ass it isn’t a wonder you don’t sound like a five-decade-long smoker. You see, I ain’t like all of them. And I know, you’re gonna say that everyone you’ve faced has said that. That they ain’t like the people you’ve beaten before. But, see, when I say it? It’s true. I beat the tough biker bitch with one fucking arm. I made Desmond Master’s my personal bitch. I beat the legend Equinox. I’ve taken on and beaten some of the greats in this sport. I’ve fought guys twice my size and those smaller than you. I’ve beaten them all.”

“You see that title you are walking around with was made for me. It debuted the night I did. It’s destiny and mine are tied together. No amount of luck is going to stop what is inevitable. That title BELONGS around my waist. It BELONGS to the darkness. And on the first match of the final day of the Hollywood Heritage Festival, it shall come home. I will be like Gandalf. ‘Look for me at first light on the third day,’ because I will be coming to take what is rightfully mine.”

A shadow seems to pass over Sativa’s features. A fire smolders in her eyes. “You have played at being champion long enough little girl. It’s time for a real champion to come and take what is rightfully theirs. You’ve had your fun, your so-called fifteen minutes. But it’s time for you to fall back in line and let the adults do their thing. Your right place right time ends when we step into that ring together. You will lose in your first real challenge. You will see what a real champion looks like from your back on that mat. Hopefully, the lights don’t blur your vision too bad.”

“I know you will, or should, do everything in your power to not let that happen. Like the aforementioned Stark, you will try and look back through history to try and get any sort of upper hand. You can scour everything in my past trying to glean something that you think could help you win. You can watch everything I’ve done in the weeks since this match was signed and announced. You can attempt to be California Wrestling’s very own three-eyed raven. Spoiler warning Halsey, that won’t help you. Look to the past all you want. But I’m a three-eyed wolf. I look to the future. I play with the threads of fate. I see their layout, their path. I know which one to follow for the outcome I want.”

A devilish grin plays at the corners of Sativa’s lips as she speaks. “Looking at the past can only do so much. You can only see where someone has been. You can dig up mistakes they have that are months or years old. Mistakes they have corrected, fixed. Situations that they have improved on. Looking to the future gives you the proper upper hand. This three-eyed wolf sees the path laid ahead of her. The one she has been on since she signed on the dotted line in California Wrestling. The path that has led her to this moment. Her moment. Her triumph.”

“The Immortal Icon Championship ship match will be many things. Good ones for me, bad ones for you. California Wrestling has given me the best birthday present they could. One I will gladly accept. One that will be held in the highest of regards. This will be the dawning of my accent in California Wrestling. The beginning of my dark take over. You shall be remembered as the first champion to fall before me. You shall be the first of many to come. When it is all said and done I will be herald as the greatest champion in California Wrestling History.”

“And it’s all thanks to you. You are the one who shall start it off. You shall be the one to help usher in a New Republic. Beware the three-eyed wolf Halsey, for she is hunting you.” With those final words, Sativa seems to change. Her features seem to take on a more wolf-like appearance. A third eye almost seems to appear in her forehead. She smirks, or was it a snarl, one final time.