Journal of the Whills Volume 3 CHAPTER 14

Sativa had done what she said she was going to do. She went into the Hollywood Heritage Festival and beat Hayley Halsey to win the Immortal Icon Championship. The title that she felt she deserved. That belonged to her. Both the title, and her, debuted at the same event. She had said it was destiny that she was meant to hold that title. Now, she has the title, like she said she would. Now she has the chance to make that title THE title to focus on in California Wrestling. A title that doesn’t have a long history in the company. One that doesn’t have drama surrounding it. One that isn’t part of a division on life support.

A clean slate. A landscape she can mold into the way she sees fit. She doesn’t trust anyone else but herself to do this. This is the start of the legacy she has set for herself. The beginning of her California Wrestling destiny. One she will not let be stopped or slowed. One she will propel to the heights it deserves. The place she belongs.

The top.


Sativa sat on a folding chair in the middle of an empty ring in an empty arena. The ring canvas was stained with blood and sweat. She was in her casual, street attire. A pair of black sneakers, black cargo pants, a fishnet shirt over a black sports bra. There were arena staff members going through the seats cleaning up the mess left by the fans.

She sat there quietly, the California Wrestling Immortal Icon Championship draped over her shoulder. Across her lap was the Omega Academy Chaos Championship. “This is the part where I say I told you so.” With her head hanging down, green hair in her face, Sativa’s voice sounded deep, almost hollow. She slowly lifted her head, her hair still hiding her face, and looked at the Immortal Icon Championship on her shoulder. “I told that petulant blonde what was going to happen. I told her it was foretold that I was going to hold this title. That I saw myself with this title.”

Her hair moves as she releases a scoffing chuckle. “She tried to call me a coward. She tried to to make light of my prediction. She mistakenly, either through point or stupidity called me a psychiatrist when she obviously meant psychic. Despite all her bluster, all her fawning over what would happen if I was wrong, she failed to see the truth. She failed to see that I was right. That I was always going to be right. This title, the Immortal Icon Championship, belongs to me. It’s mine. Hayley was holding it for me. She was the place holder until those incompetent fools decided to finally give me what I deserved.” Sativa’s head returns to its original position.

“Now my destiny is clear. The path of my title and I laid at my feet. It’s a way I know all too well. A way that will take many twists and turns. One that will hold many perils. But one I shall walk with drive.” She finally raises her head enough for her hair to part. It didn’t clear her face completely, just parted enough for her eyes to be visible. “The first enemy who wants to accost my journey has stepped forward. Kendrick Kross.”

Another chuckle blows Sativa’s hair around a bit. “This match is almost a joke. Kross used to be someone in California Wrestling. He used to be someone important. Then he lost his precious Pride Title and look at him now. He choked out of the first round of the Hollywood Heritage Cup. He choked in the Republic Divison title match.” Sativa shook her head slightly, a grunt of disgust coming from her. “His choking ability doesn’t just pertain to California Wrestling. He seems to choke wherever he goes. He is so desperate to step back into the spotlight, out of his girlfriend’s shadow, that he loses focus on the task at hand.”

“Shortly after this match was announced I had made a comment about something on social media. He decided he wanted to jump on me for not being focused on him. He was all butthurt that he wasn’t the center of my attention. I assured him that He had all of my focus that he needed for the moment. There were other things I had to handle before him. Things that demanded more of my attention. He wanted to threaten me that if I didn’t solely focus on him that I would wind up with a loss and him with a shot at my title.” She chuckles again before finally sweeping her hair back and out of her face. “He then went on days later to talk about how he was focused on another match in another company. That he had a game plan for me and that he was ready. Well, his split focus cost him there. Like it will cost him against me. He will be trying to focus on this match and whatever one he has after me in that other company. So worried about finding that spotlight that he can’t get the job done.”

“He wants to say I can’t multitask, that I can’t split my focus. Yet here I am. A champion in two different companies. Focused on the event I had before Walk of Fame to walk out still holding that title. I was able to sign a contract, get a debut match against the top women’s champion, and make an appearance at that company’s last super card. All while still keeping just the right amount of focus on him. I do what he can’t. I do what he wishes he could do.”

A sneer curls up the side of her upper lip. “I have a football game to focus on Friday, with that bit of focus on Kendrick still. Then, after that, he is my sole focus. My sole target. All while I keep my next two matches, over the next two days after Walk of Fame, against top champions, with the focus they need at the time. I will show him why he doesn’t want to be my only target. Why he should be careful what he wishes for. Because he will get exactly that. He will get a focused and determined Darth Ganja. He will see why I am exactly what I say I am. He wants to think that he and Britney are some kind of god-given wrestling talents. That everyone should bow to them. He wants to think that his fading, minuscule, dying light is enough to fight against the darkness that follows in my wake.”

“I am not like those pretenders. Those who claim the darkness. Those who dress and act like they are part of a horror movie. They are cheap scares. The jump scares that populate their beloved horror movies. The clowns that jump at you in haunted houses. They are nothing more than carny acts playing at this. I am the psychological terror you feel watching a movie that unsettles you. I am the primal fear you feel when you hear the call of a large predator.” She gives a single, huffing laugh. “You remember when you were really little, how afraid of the dark you were? That ingrained, primal, natural fear? That fear that creeps up your spine, slowly getting worse and worse? That is what I am. That is what I embody. RJ felt it, Desmond felt it, Nox felt, Hayley felt it. Before our match is over, you will feel it. It will get worse and worse the closer the time comes to our match. When it fully sets in, I can’t wait to see it in your eyes. To look into your face as you realize this will be just another in a long line of failures for you. Once I am done with you, where will you go? Will you just be Britney’s arm candy? Just follow her out to the ring and be her ‘muscle?’ Because failure after failure leaves you nowhere to go. You could say you could go up but if that were the case, you’d already be doing that.”

Sativa grabs the Championship on her lap and stands up. She adjusts the Immortal Icon Championship on her shoulder so it lays better. “Kendrick, keep up your split focus. Bring whatever game plan you think will help you. You will be facing THE Immortal Icon at Walk of Fame. You are crossing my path of destiny. You shall be thrown by the wayside, a footnote in my legacy. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You are just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

A sinister grin creeps onto her face. “Bring your dying light. Bring it and watch as Darkness Falls…” With her final words, the light on the ring fades out leaving her in darkness.