Tom, showering after his match at Twilight of the Gods, disappointed that he wasn’t successful, but overall pretty pleased with his performance in the match. He showed he belongs in the ring with these seasoned professionals. He isn’t at their level, yet, but he didn’t embarrass himself either. For a regular Joe like Tom, he was proud of that, proud of how far he’s come in such a short period of time. Those who say there is no such thing as a moral victory, never faced insurmountable odds and impossible odds. Never given their all, and realize that their all was a lot better than expected, almost good enough. The moral victory gives people confidence that their hard work is showing progress, reinforcement that the path is right.
“Tommy. Oh Tommy, where is my Tommy?”
Amanda walks in to the restroom, where Tom is showering.
“I’m here dear. I’m just finishing up with my shower. What’s up?”
“Nothing much, just was in a good mood and wanted to share with my guy.”
Amanda says this as she takes a peek behind the curtain, enjoying the view she is presented with.
“Oh really. It's been a while since you been frisky. What have I done to deserve this?”
“Oh nothing really. As I was walking around after our match, I found a nice little room with a nice spread of exciste finger food.”
“Was there some adult beverages to go with the tasty snacks?”
“I should have known. You tend to get like this only after a few drinks.”
“I can stop”
“No, that’s ok. I do enjoy you like this. I wish it wasn’t only alcohol induced”
“Me too, but what are you going to do. Hurry up, I’m hungry.”
And with that Tom finishes his shower before he finished what he had started. He finished washing the sweat from the match, and gets dressed. He joins Amanda outside at the car, ready to go to dinner. After a brief discussion, they make a decision and head out. They share a great meal, Amanda continues to drink adult beverages, just enough to keep her buzz going. Tom pays the bill, and they walk out to the car.
“So, now what should we do?”
“Well, now that my belly is full, I’m getting kinda sleepy.”
“Back to the hotel it is then.”
Tom, with a whistle and a song, begins to return to their hotel. Arriving without incident, Tom and Amanda make their way up to their room. Tom begins emptying his pockets, beginning to start his evening routine. After Amanda makes her way from the restroom she joins Tom on the bed. Tom, in his birthday suit and smile greets her.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing, just waiting for you.”
“You are ridiculous. I am too sleepy to do anything now. Wake me up in an hour.”
Tom gets up and gets dressed. By the time he is done Amanda is already asleep. Tom, not yet tired and unable to do much in the small hotel room, makes his way downstairs. He finds a seat at the bar, and has himself a nice glass of bourbon. Since the bar, trying to be an upscale place lacks any televisions to distract him, he contemplates his life, and the people and things in it. He takes an inventory of the things in his life that bring him joy and the things that should. After much thought, and possibly too much bourbon, he decides that Amanda is not something that brings him joy. Time and time again, it seems like he isn’t in a relationship, but more of a partnership. He has come to the conclusion that he deserves to be in a relationship with someone who is going to be able to provide him with the emotional support that he always wanted. As much as he loves his parents, they were not the most supportive people to him. That is a story for another time and for professionals. He pays his tab, and makes his way back up to the room. He walks in, stops at the restroom, and climbs into bed. Amanda barely stirs, indicating to Tom, that there is no possibly that she is going to wake up this evening.
Tom wakes up before Amanda, and goes for an early morning walk. After his night, the seriousness of his decisions and thoughts are still wreaking havoc on his emotional mind. The early morning air and walk helps clear things up and allows him to move forward, delaying making a firm decision until he is in a less emotional state. He sees a cute little bagel shop, stopping in to grab breakfast, knowing that Amanda, after her evening last night would appreciate the carbs early in the morning. When he returns to the room, Amanda has woken up, and is in the restroom, worshiping the porcelain god.
“Hair of the dog hun? I have some coffee and bagels for you if you are up to it. I will go out and get some ice for you if you want water instead.”
“I’m not hungover you idiot. I’m pregnant.”
Tom and Amanda get into character, lacking some of the chemistry they’ve shown in the past. Tom gets into position to shoot their promo.
“How fitting my pet. As disorganized as an event as there is, with no one to keep track of things. It going to be like a herd of sheep out there. Who better to take care of a herd like that, than someone who has actually has experience herding animals. That’s right, I am speaking of my pet here, Benji.”
“Don’t worry my precious, you will get to nip at the ankles of those nasty sheep. You can nip until your heart's content, as you herd the sheep out of the ring, ensuring your spot at the granddaddy of them all. A shot at a new shiney collar for you. One that no one else has ever had. Yes, they’ve worn the belt, but never a collar.”
“Woof...woof...I can’t do this right now. I can’t. I just can’t now.”
Tom gets up and leaves. Amanda is in a state of shock and worry about this. This isn’t like him to walk away from something important, to not complete his job. Amanda, full of fear and hormones, sits and begins crying.