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After a grueling week of nonstop training, the night of the match had finally arrived. The arena was packed with roaring fans, the energy palpable as Percy Weasley, now known as Ryker Black, stepped into the ring to face the Ultimo Dragon for the FMW Intercontinental Championship.
Despite his relatively short time in the sport, Percy's name had already begun to circulate, and tonight was his chance to prove that his debut victory was no fluke.
As the match began, it became clear that Ultimo Dragon’s experience and agility would be formidable challenges. Ultimo’s aerial maneuvers kept Percy on the defensive, his quick movements making it difficult for Percy to gain any ground. Every time Percy tried to close the distance, Ultimo would leap out of reach or deliver a sharp kick that kept Percy at bay.
The crowd was enthralled by Ultimo’s high-flying style, but there was an undercurrent of excitement as they watched Percy hold his own against such a seasoned opponent.
Despite the relentless pressure, Percy stayed focused, his mind racing with every tactic he had studied and every move he had practiced during his intense week of preparation. Ultimo had clearly underestimated Percy, thinking that his lack of experience would make this an easy win. But Percy had something to prove, not just to the crowd or to Ultimo, but to himself.
The turning point came when Ultimo attempted one of his signature moves—a moonsault from the top rope. As the crowd held its breath, Ultimo soared through the air with grace and precision, but at the last moment, Percy rolled out of the way. Ultimo crashed hard onto the mat, the impact driving the wind out of him as he lay there, gasping for breath.
Seizing the opportunity, Percy moved quickly. He hooked Ultimo in a front facelock, draping Ultimo's near arm over his shoulder while hooking his opponent's leg with his free arm.
With a surge of strength, Percy lifted Ultimo off his feet and executed the Perfectplex, slamming Ultimo onto his back with a sickening thud. The crowd erupted as the referee dropped to the mat, counting the pin.
"One… two… three!"
The bell rang, and the referee raised Percy's hand in victory.
Percy could hardly believe it as the Intercontinental Championship belt was handed to him. He stared at the gleaming gold in his hands, the weight of it both literal and symbolic.
This was what he had fought for, what he had endured so much pain and sacrifice to achieve. And yet, as he gazed at the belt, he couldn’t help but feel a strange dissonance. How could something so beautiful be won in a sport so brutal?
The crowd’s reaction was electric. They had expected Ultimo Dragon to retain his title, but Percy's upset win had shocked and thrilled them.
To many, Percy was the underdog and seeing him come out on top was the kind of story that made them love this sport. But for Percy, the victory was tinged with a sense of unease. The brutality, the pain, it was all starting to take a toll on him, both physically and mentally.
After the match, Percy was eager to get away from the arena and finally have the night out with Penelope that they had planned. They went to a quiet, upscale restaurant, where they shared a meal and tried to enjoy a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of Percy's new life. Penelope was proud of him, but she couldn’t shake the concern that had been gnawing at her since Percy had taken this path.
After dinner, Percy suggested they go for a walk, but Penelope noticed that he was moving stiffly, wincing with every step. She stopped him, her brow furrowed with worry.
"Percy, you’re in pain," she said gently, her hand on his arm. "You can’t keep pushing yourself like this."
Percy tried to brush it off, forcing a smile. "It’s nothing, Penelope. Just a few bruises. I’ll be fine."
But Penelope wasn’t convinced. She could see the strain in his eyes, the toll that this brutal sport was taking on him. She loved him, but she was scared for him. "Percy, please. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself. I don’t want to see you get hurt."
Percy nodded, but he could tell she was still worried.
"Yeah. I'll try to take it easier."
The next day, Percy went to see Lucius, his body still aching from the match. He didn’t want to admit how much pain he was in, but he knew he needed something to help him recover.
"Lucius," Percy began as they met in Lucius’s office, "do you think you could get me something for the pain? I need to stay in top shape if I’m going to keep this momentum going."
Lucius looked at Percy thoughtfully, a small smile playing on his lips. He had seen this coming. The pain, the need for relief, it was all part of the game.
"Of course, Ryker," Lucius said smoothly. "I know exactly what you need."
Percy didn’t ask what Lucius was planning to give him. He trusted Lucius, and he was willing to do whatever it took to stay on top. But as he left Lucius’s office, a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking a dangerous path, one that might lead him to places he hadn’t fully anticipated.
But for now, the thrill of victory and the promise of more to come was enough to silence those doubts.
Despite his relatively short time in the sport, Percy's name had already begun to circulate, and tonight was his chance to prove that his debut victory was no fluke.
As the match began, it became clear that Ultimo Dragon’s experience and agility would be formidable challenges. Ultimo’s aerial maneuvers kept Percy on the defensive, his quick movements making it difficult for Percy to gain any ground. Every time Percy tried to close the distance, Ultimo would leap out of reach or deliver a sharp kick that kept Percy at bay.
The crowd was enthralled by Ultimo’s high-flying style, but there was an undercurrent of excitement as they watched Percy hold his own against such a seasoned opponent.
Despite the relentless pressure, Percy stayed focused, his mind racing with every tactic he had studied and every move he had practiced during his intense week of preparation. Ultimo had clearly underestimated Percy, thinking that his lack of experience would make this an easy win. But Percy had something to prove, not just to the crowd or to Ultimo, but to himself.
The turning point came when Ultimo attempted one of his signature moves—a moonsault from the top rope. As the crowd held its breath, Ultimo soared through the air with grace and precision, but at the last moment, Percy rolled out of the way. Ultimo crashed hard onto the mat, the impact driving the wind out of him as he lay there, gasping for breath.
Seizing the opportunity, Percy moved quickly. He hooked Ultimo in a front facelock, draping Ultimo's near arm over his shoulder while hooking his opponent's leg with his free arm.
With a surge of strength, Percy lifted Ultimo off his feet and executed the Perfectplex, slamming Ultimo onto his back with a sickening thud. The crowd erupted as the referee dropped to the mat, counting the pin.
"One… two… three!"
The bell rang, and the referee raised Percy's hand in victory.
Percy could hardly believe it as the Intercontinental Championship belt was handed to him. He stared at the gleaming gold in his hands, the weight of it both literal and symbolic.
This was what he had fought for, what he had endured so much pain and sacrifice to achieve. And yet, as he gazed at the belt, he couldn’t help but feel a strange dissonance. How could something so beautiful be won in a sport so brutal?
The crowd’s reaction was electric. They had expected Ultimo Dragon to retain his title, but Percy's upset win had shocked and thrilled them.
To many, Percy was the underdog and seeing him come out on top was the kind of story that made them love this sport. But for Percy, the victory was tinged with a sense of unease. The brutality, the pain, it was all starting to take a toll on him, both physically and mentally.
After the match, Percy was eager to get away from the arena and finally have the night out with Penelope that they had planned. They went to a quiet, upscale restaurant, where they shared a meal and tried to enjoy a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of Percy's new life. Penelope was proud of him, but she couldn’t shake the concern that had been gnawing at her since Percy had taken this path.
After dinner, Percy suggested they go for a walk, but Penelope noticed that he was moving stiffly, wincing with every step. She stopped him, her brow furrowed with worry.
"Percy, you’re in pain," she said gently, her hand on his arm. "You can’t keep pushing yourself like this."
Percy tried to brush it off, forcing a smile. "It’s nothing, Penelope. Just a few bruises. I’ll be fine."
But Penelope wasn’t convinced. She could see the strain in his eyes, the toll that this brutal sport was taking on him. She loved him, but she was scared for him. "Percy, please. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself. I don’t want to see you get hurt."
Percy nodded, but he could tell she was still worried.
"Yeah. I'll try to take it easier."
The next day, Percy went to see Lucius, his body still aching from the match. He didn’t want to admit how much pain he was in, but he knew he needed something to help him recover.
"Lucius," Percy began as they met in Lucius’s office, "do you think you could get me something for the pain? I need to stay in top shape if I’m going to keep this momentum going."
Lucius looked at Percy thoughtfully, a small smile playing on his lips. He had seen this coming. The pain, the need for relief, it was all part of the game.
"Of course, Ryker," Lucius said smoothly. "I know exactly what you need."
Percy didn’t ask what Lucius was planning to give him. He trusted Lucius, and he was willing to do whatever it took to stay on top. But as he left Lucius’s office, a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking a dangerous path, one that might lead him to places he hadn’t fully anticipated.
But for now, the thrill of victory and the promise of more to come was enough to silence those doubts.
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