The AEPW show was fine.  Benny the evil referee was snug with me but it’s nothing I can’t handle.  I’ve been hurt worse for less.  I got to win, which was a nice change of pace.  What can I say about the MMA fight with Alyonka “Fist” Belaya?  I got paid.  I wasn’t planning on trying to make it a contest anyway but once I saw her there was no way in hell anyway.  She had fifty pounds on me at least. 

I looked online to see how MMA weight classes work, I guess I’d be a super welterweight but that’s the heaviest for women so there’s no limit from there?  If anyone knows about women’s MMA, explain it to me.  We danced around a little, she got me in a hold and I tapped.  The crowd started chanting “bullshit” and “fix”.  The end of my MMA “career” I assume.  It would only be a fix if the person who was supposed to win took a dive.  Why would anyone ask the person who was going to lose anyway to take a dive?  It was definitely bullshit, they were right about that.

I had about two grand in my pocket, more money than I’ve ever had at one time before in my life incidentally.  I had no shows upcoming.  It was time to head back to the site of the Bloody Mary incident.  First stop was the Welcome Inn & Suites.  I asked for the same room where I sat bleeding and dry heaving.  I don’t know why.  The guy working there remembered me.  He asked if I was going to make trouble again.  I asked him what he was going to do if I said yes.

After getting my accommodations squared away, I returned to the hallowed halls of the Berwyn Eagles Club.  Looked like there was a wedding reception going on there.  I didn’t really have a plan for investigating what had happened.  Walk about and see if I could sense something.  Try a version of my finding spell maybe.  It turned out I didn’t need a plan.

As I sat in my ’96 Caprice Classic wagon wondering what to do next, a girl popped out of a 2018 Lexus GS in the parking lot.  I’m not good at describing people.  I want to say she looked like that girl from Superstore but maybe I just think that because she’s Asian.  I don’t know how to phrase it, she didn’t look older than she was but she looked better?  I’m not explaining it well.  She’s one of those 17-year-olds that pervs who aren’t full pedos are counting down the days until her 18th birthday. 

The first thing she said to me was “Took you long enough”.  I’m not great in social situations but not because I get rattled.  This girl rattled me.  I felt off balance the entire time I was talking to her.  She’s the one who fucked up my spell.  I think whatever she did has been fucking up my magic since then.  Her boyfriend had dragged her to the show and I think she just did it because she was bored.

She took me to a Thai restaurant to talk.  One the way I asked her if her parents gave her the car.  She told me that a car dealership guy had given it to her because she used magic on him.  And had sex with him once.  The open way she talked about sex threw me off more than the way she talked freely about magic.

She told me that she had learned magic from some books she found that belonged to Christa Pike or her boyfriend.  If I had known who Christa Pike was at the time, I don’t know what I would have done in that moment.

I think this girl is seriously fucked up.  Not in an obvious way.  I watched that show about the girl that did the Slenderman stabbings and she totally seems like a psycho.  You can tell.  This girl wasn’t like that.  She seemed normal enough sometimes.

She obviously wanted to show off.  She shoved her phone in my face and I asked her why she was showing me porn.  She laughed and said that it was her mom and a teacher that was hassling her.  She said that she used magic to make them have sex and she recorded it and put it online.

I think she was lying about a lot of things she said she did, but if even half the shit she said was true, she’s a far more powerful magic user than I am.  I felt numb walking away from that restaurant.  She took me back to my car and told me to meet her tomorrow. 

I think something very bad is going to happen.

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