It was pretty easy to run a magic shop. Most of the stuff I had in stock was complete New Wave bullshit. It was all for show, simply due to the fact if I sold real magic items to unskilled people. Some very bad stuff could happened. That's not to say I don't have the real stuff. I do and a lot of it but I know who to sell it to. There was a local witch's coven. Some of them came in, but they weren't the evil kind of witches. They worshiped some Nature Goddess or what not. I wasn't too sure but they never gave me trouble and always paid up front. I also had a druid who came in to buy the herbs I sold. I had some plants you couldn't get in America since they didn't grow here but for the most part. I was just selling lies to normal every day people. It didn't bother me. I'd rather then think they were doing real magic and not the real shit. All it takes is one fuck up and boom. You just opened a portal to Hell or got teleported into The Sun. I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt but it happens. When I first started my Shaman training when I was ten. I fucked up once and ended up burning down the house. It's taken me time and practice. Over 2,000 years in fact and I'm still learning and making sure I'm on the top of my game. You just never know.

Since today was only Tuesday. It was slow. The weekends were my money makers. It used to just be me working here, but the work was becoming too much. So I hired a local collage student. Her name was Lisa. She worked her ass off here. Lisa had a great work ethic. I was glad I hired her. I was at the front decks when she walked up. I was guessing she had just got out of class since she still had her backpack with her.

"Hey Boss." Lisa said when she walked up. I smiled and gave her a little wave.

"Hey ya. How was school?"

"Killer. It's finals week and all I'm doing is studying and taking test after test after test."

"Ah yes, I remember those days."That was a lie. Kinda. My finals week was my last days of my Shaman training. Almost died.

"Shit, how did you get through it?"

"Luck and staying focus. I can give ya an extra day off if you really need it. I'd rather you pass your classes then be working here when you could be studying."

"Oh no no. I don't need another day off. I'll get it done. I only have to take three more tests and I'm done."

"Fuck yeah. Alright then."

"Oh yeah, that reminds me. Are you getting back into wrestling?" I don't remember telling her that. I could have but eh. I don't remember for sure.

"Yeah. I wanted another crack at it. I should have trained harder the first time but I learned my lesson, this time I'm gonna get some ass and wins some titles. It just sucks I'm gonna have to kick Brian Storm's ass. From what I hear. He's not a bad guy but he's just in my way."

"Fuck it. If he's in the way. Knock him on his ass and call it a day. No point in caring if he's a good person. He's your opponent and thus your enemy. I wouldn't underestimate anyone I had to fight. You go in there, beat his ass to a bloody mess then shake hands afterwards if you wanna show there isn't any hard feelings."

Shit, those were some wise words coming from someone so young. Lisa was only twenty-two. That's super young to someone like me but she had a point. I couldn't let my feelings get in the way. Brian Storm was my opponent after all and I was going to have to put him down and that was that.

"Sage advice Lisa. Get this shit. There is a man who goes by Shane hanging above the ring. I have to get his ass down and use his help to win. The fuck is up with that shit? Why would I need his help?"

"You're right. I know who you're talking about." That made my eyes blink in question.

"What? How do you know him?"

"I don't know him, know him. I've been watching XWF for some time. My dad and I used to watch it all the time. Shane Caver has his own fucking castle. Listen. Don't trust his ass. He will fuck you over faster than he can fill his shit into a condom."

"WHAT?!?!"

"Yeah, He loves shit. I don't know why, but that's XWF's former owner for you. Point is. I wouldn't count on him. Just watch your back and watch out for bricks."

"The fuck? Bricks?"

"Yep. It could be fake as fuck. Shane is a snake in the grass, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He seems to have a hard on for your opponent Brian Storm."

"Fuck me. I'll have to keep an eye on him then. The last thing I need is a trickster fucking me over. Loki comes to mind."

"Who do you think taught Loki? It was Shane ."

I know that wasn't right but it still made me chuckle.

"Okay okay, I get it. Watch out for that fucker."

"Good, now I have shit to stock in the back. Right?"

"Ah yes, we got some new books and some other stuff I can't remember. I'm gonna head to lunch. I'll be back in an hour. So just call me if you need something."

"Could you bring me back a Dr.Pepper?"

"Ha, I'm a step a head of you. I got ya a twelve pack. They are in the frig and cold already."

"Why thank you. Okay, go get some lunch. I'll hold down the fort boss man."

"Fucking sweet. See ya."

I walked out from behind the desk and took my leave. I didn't drive to work today. I took my bike, but today was such a nice day. I wanted to walk. I just didn't know what I wanted to eat. A burger maybe? Or a steak? Fuck it. I guess I'll have to just wing it and see where the fates take me, but whatever I was going to eat. I was going stuff my face for sure.