Sativa Neveah versus Roxi Johnson©

Volume 4

CHAPTER 4

altercationem fata

Finally, Sativa was getting her chance. After bullshit on top of bullshit, she is finally getting her shot at California Wrestling’s top title. The reimagined Immortal Icon Title. A title that, technically, she never lost. She could have carried it around like Zafar Khan and proclaimed herself the forever champion.

But that wasn’t the case. She was set to face an opponent from her past. One she has already beaten. Beaten when nothing but pride was on the line. This time she had a much, MUCH, better motivation for winning.

And win she would, at all costs…



Sativa hits the ground with a thud. She grimaces in pain as she slowly pushes herself back to her feet. Her simple tan and brown outfit is covered in dirt and little flecks of blood. The bottom of the outfit was still smoldering from a near hit. She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth to wipe away a trail of blood.

As she stands up straight her face is bathed in emerald light after the all too familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting. Her green hair was done into two braids that hung down and framed her face. The rest of her black hair was pulled back into a third braid.

Across from her, her opponent stood in the crimson glow of her red lightsaber. She looked vaguely similar to Roxi Johnson. She paced back and forth before leaping at Sativa with an overhand strike. Sativa blocked the attack easily and the two fell into a rhythm of attack and defense.

She knew this meeting meant more than their first one. That one was just because. A match to have a match. This one had stakes. This one was for all the marbles. The proverbial crown of the kingdom. The one she had been destined to hold. This was a title match that could draw massive attention.

Both combatants knew each other. Sure it had been years since they faced off. Both women had changed. Both had had ups and downs. But only one can come out on top. One only of them had what it took. Not only in ability but also fate. This was another pinnacle in her already amazing career.

It was almost fairytale. The hero succeeding over their old rival. The path has been rough. There were many challenges. Both physical and mental. Insults were hurled. Hurdles had to be cleared. But the rough road was worth it. For here they were face to face once again. 

It was a story perfectly framed and staged. One that will definitely go down in history. This match would be brought up with their careers were discussed when the finally retire. The match where they had gotten one over on their opponent. They vanquished the evil that had plagued them. A win that will make all the torment and harassment worth it.

The match where they stand tall, not only over their enemy but the company they work for. The victor would go down in the annals of history. A tale that will be passed on and on. But who would the victor be? Who would prevail in the end?

Would the champion retain or would the challenger topple them? Would the hero bask in the glow of the light after they defeated their dark enemy? Would the villain do everything in her power to prevail over the instrument of the light? Would a new day dawn or would a new night fall? Everyone roots for the hero. They are the ones going through the journey that calls to everyone.

There was just one problem with that...

The scene fades to black and white as it slows down and finally freezes. Sativa has gotten the upper hand. She is coming in with a spinning overhead strike. A look of confident determination on her face.


The perspective of the scene rotates behind Sativa. Her face comes back into view and the expression is a snarl of rage. Her clothing was darker, even noticeable in the decolored moment. Slowly the color started to return to the scene. This time it was Sativa’s lightsaber was holding the red lightsaber. Her attire was jet black. Her normally brown eyes were yellow slowly fading to green around the iris.

The scene cuts back to full speed instantly. Sativa complete’s the spinning attack only for the faux Roxi, who is now in the tan and brown outfit with the green lightsaber, to barely get the blow blocked. They go back into their attack and defense routines. Sativa seeming to have the upper hand, her rage, and agility giving her that advantage.

Or are you just going to whiff again? You wanted to fight that good fight the last time we met. You wanted to be the superhero you claim to be. And you failed. You failed everyone who believed in you. Every sick kid in the hospital that rooted for you. The ones you know you promised to beat the evil Sativa Nevaeh. You failed them all, Roxi. Every time you and I have been involved in a match, you have fallen to me.

Every. Single. Time.

The villain prevailed over the hero. The wicked evil Sativa smote down the brave and good Roxi. What kind of picture does that paint for them, huh? They have a hero to believe in. One that comes to see them. That listens to their stories and makes them feel like they are the most important person on the planet. That hero failed them.

Do they still believe in you Roxi? Do they still hold their mighty hero upon her pedestal? Or have I tarnished your hero shell enough that they can see it for the false platitude it is? Shall I finish the job this time, Roxi? Shall I shatter that hero facade you cling to?

Peel back the suit of armor like you are Tony Stark and I’m Thanos. Beat you at every turn. Make you work for just the smallest of victories only to watch in futility as I take what is rightfully mine. A title I never lost. A title that was originally created for me. You are a false champion. A trash champion as I called you before.

This Takeover shall be the end to your laughably short title reign. This event is aptly subtitled ‘Clockwork.’ Which is exactly how things will go for me. Every action I’ve taken concerning California wrestling shall come to their ultimate, fruitful, end. 

With myself as Champion. As it always should have been. As it was always meant to be. The path might have been long and meandering, with lots of obstacles in the way. But it was one I traveled in faith. Faith that the plan I devised would pay off. Faith in the long game I have been playing. This has been in the making since the hints that California Wrestling was clawing its way out of the shallow grave I dumped their body in.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

Through passion, I gain strength.

Through strength, I gain power.

Through power, I gain victory.

Through victory, my chains are broken.

The sith code. A code that I have followed for years. One that has led me to accolade after accolade. Following it to one more shall be easy. Like Doctor Strange told Stark before he dusted, ‘We’re in the endgame now.’ This is our endgame, Roxi. And I plan on walking out with the title. Like I have always meant to.

As my destiny decreed.

The fight continues to rage on. It’s still a stalemate, but Sativa does seem to be getting closer and closer to landing a fatal strike. The scene fades as they continue their deadly dance.




Sativa’s eyes fly open. They were still that yellow fading to a green rim. She grins wickedly as she whispers. “Soon you’ll know the power of the Dark Side…” Her wicked grin remains as the scene fades.