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The Sleepless Pinfall

The Sleepless Pinfall

Randy “The Sandman” Santos had never wanted to be a professional wrestler. As a kid growing up in the lower streets of Philadelphia, he’d dreamt of making it big as a football star. The problem was, while his work ethic was flawless, his knees were not. So here he was—late 30s, a Christian faith guy with bags under his eyes from years of insomnia—body-slamming other men for a paycheck.

It wasn’t glamorous, but it kept the lights on in his dingy South Philly apartment. Randy didn’t mind. After all, wrestling was more than a sport; it was theater, and Randy loved watching the crowd light up when he landed a perfect suplex. He was good at reading people. Always had been.

After his latest match at a small local wrestling event in Philly, Randy found himself in the usual post-fight haze, surrounded by sweaty colleagues and adoring fans. He’d planned on grabbing a cheesesteak with his wrestling buddies and calling it a night. But something—or rather someone—caught his eye as he was leaving the arena.

Her name was Claudia Darnell, and she was about as far from Randy’s world as one could get. She was a financial analyst, highly paid, straight-laced, elite class. And an Atheist, to boot. She never talked about it much, but Randy knew. She also never smiled, at least not in the traditional sense. Claudia’s stoicism was legendary in her circles—both at work and at the upscale restaurants she frequented. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, she had a secret: she was a die-hard chocoholic. If there was a chocolate bar within ten feet of her, it was as good as gone.

Tonight, however, she wasn’t surrounded by expensive desserts or boring bankers. She was sitting alone on a bench outside the wrestling venue, quietly unwrapping a bar of dark chocolate like it was the only thing in the world that made sense. Randy, curious and a little sleep-deprived, decided to strike up a conversation.

“You know, we’ve got better snacks inside,” Randy joked, wiping some sweat off his brow.

Claudia raised an eyebrow. “I doubt you’ve got anything better than this,” she replied, holding up the half-eaten chocolate bar.

“Fair point.”

Randy had always been good at reading people, but Claudia was hard to read. She was straightforward, yes, but also guarded, like she had layers of walls no one had tried to climb. Not that Randy had time to figure her out; his insomnia made sure he rarely had time for much beyond work. But somehow, the conversation flowed easily between them. They talked about their vastly different lives—her job in high finance, his in low-tier wrestling. He even found out she had once dreamt of being a singer before giving up on it for the so-called stability of finance.

“I wanted to be a football player once,” Randy admitted.

Claudia smirked. “And now you get paid to fake-punch people.”

“Hey, it’s more than fake-punching. There’s a whole choreography to it!”

The banter was surprisingly light for two people so different. Before they knew it, they’d spent hours talking, long after most of the crowd had dispersed.

Randy didn’t expect it, but over the next few weeks, they kept running into each other after his matches. A friendship formed, though it often felt like more. For once, Randy wasn’t just focusing on work or his next match. He was thinking about her, about the quiet conversations, the way her stoic demeanor cracked every time chocolate was involved.

But, as all good things go, complications arose. One night, as they sat on the same bench where they’d first met, Randy witnessed a shady-looking guy hand Claudia a thick envelope. It looked like cash, and Randy couldn’t help but feel like he was witnessing something he shouldn’t. His mind raced, imagining all sorts of wild scenarios. Was she in debt? Was she doing something illegal? He didn’t want to assume the worst, but the sight rattled him.

The next day, rumors started circulating among his wrestling buddies—someone had seen Randy with Claudia and accused her of cheating on some wealthy suit in her high-class circle. Randy knew the rumors were baseless, but they started to chip away at him. Did Claudia have someone else? And what was with that envelope?

The stress of it all made Randy lose focus at his next match. He botched a move and made an enemy of one of the other wrestlers, a guy named Brock “The Beast” Mercer, who seemed all too eager to believe the cheating gossip. Things were spiraling fast.

Despite his gut telling him to cut ties and avoid the drama, Randy couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Claudia than the rumors. So, he decided to confront her directly.

“I don’t care about the rumors,” Randy said one evening as they met again. “I just want to know what’s going on.”

Claudia, calm and composed as ever, explained. The envelope wasn’t money. It was paperwork for a charity donation she was making anonymously. The guy was just a go-between.

Randy felt stupid for doubting her. She wasn’t cheating; she wasn’t doing anything shady. She was just Claudia—straightforward, stoic, and surprisingly sweet under all the layers.

Then came the twist. As they sat there, talking things through, Randy’s phone buzzed. A representative from a major Japanese wrestling organization had seen his matches and wanted to sign him. It was the kind of career-changing offer that came once in a lifetime.

But it came with a catch. Moving to Japan would mean leaving Claudia behind, leaving Philly behind. His dream, his career—or maybe, just maybe, love?

Randy looked over at Claudia, who remained as unreadable as ever. Was she as stoic on the inside as she was on the outside? Or was she hiding something?

“Well,” she finally said, her voice steady, “if you’re going to Japan, I’ll be rooting for you. From here.”

Randy’s heart sank, unsure if that was her way of letting him go or if she felt something more.

For the first time in his life, Randy “The Sandman” Santos had no idea what move to make next.

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