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Percy stood victorious in the center of the ring, his body drenched in sweat and blood, but his mind numb to the pain. The Fire Deathmatch against Hayabusa had been brutal and intense, with flames licking at the edges of the ring, threatening to engulf them both. But Percy had fought with a ferocity that few had ever seen, managing to avoid the searing heat and ultimately overpowering Hayabusa.
As the final bell rang, signaling his victory, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar. Percy was draped with all eight championship belts, the culmination of his relentless pursuit of greatness. The applause and cheers were long and loud, a standing ovation from a crowd that had just witnessed something extraordinary.
Penelope watched from the sidelines, her hands trembling as she saw Percy standing there, covered in blood and championship gold. The morphine coursing through his veins dulled the pain, allowing him to stand tall despite the unimaginable toll the tournament had taken on his body. Penelope could hardly believe her eyes—how could he still be standing after enduring so much? But there he was, basking in the glory of his victory, seemingly invincible.
A couple of days later, Percy celebrated his victory by buying a sprawling mansion for himself and Penelope. It was a symbol of his success, a testament to how far he had come. The house was grand, with luxurious rooms and a sprawling garden, a far cry from the modest life Percy had once known. But despite the material wealth, Penelope couldn't shake the growing unease she felt. She was proud of Percy, but the cost of his success weighed heavily on her.
As the weeks passed, Penelope's pregnancy progressed, and it became increasingly difficult for her to accompany Percy to his matches. One evening, as they sat together in their lavish new home, Penelope gently placed a hand on her swollen belly and told Percy that she could no longer travel with him. She was simply too far along in her pregnancy.
Percy nodded, his expression softening as he looked at her. "It's okay, Penelope," he said reassuringly. "You need to take care of yourself and the baby. I'll be fine."
Penelope forced a smile, but the worry in her eyes was unmistakable. She knew that Percy's matches were becoming more dangerous, more brutal, and the thought of him continuing down this path without her by his side filled her with dread. But she didn't voice her concerns, not wanting to burden him with her fears.
A few weeks later, at the Burrow, the Weasley family was gathered in the cozy living room when Remus Lupin arrived with news about Percy. The atmosphere was tense as Lupin walked in, and the Weasleys immediately sensed that something significant had happened.
Lupin took a deep breath before speaking. "I've come to tell you about Percy. He just competed in one of the most grueling tournaments in the history of FMW. The Triple J-Crown Tournament, and he won. He's now the holder of eight championship belts."
The Weasleys were stunned by the news. Eight championships? It was an incredible achievement, one that none of them had ever imagined for Percy. But there was an undercurrent of unease in Lupin's voice that didn't go unnoticed.
Molly's eyes filled with tears as she clutched Arthur's arm.
"My boy... What has he become?"
Lupin hesitated, clearly torn about what to say next. "Percy is...he's changed a lot. The matches he competed in were incredibly brutal, more violent than anything you could ever imagine. I don't think it's something any of you should see. It's too much."
Arthur's face was etched with worry as he listened to Lupin's words. He had always hoped that Percy would find his way back to the family, that they could somehow mend the rift that had grown between them. But now, hearing about the world Percy had become a part of, he realized that his son was farther away from them than ever before.
"Thank you for telling us, Remus," Arthur said quietly. "We won't watch the footage. We can't."
The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of Percy's choices settled over them. They were proud of him, yes, but the path he had chosen was one that they couldn't follow. It was a world of violence and pain, one that had taken their son away from them in more ways than one.
As Lupin left the Burrow, the Weasleys sat together, grappling with the reality of who Percy had become. The victories, the championships. They were impressive, no doubt, but they came at a cost that was too high for them to bear.
A few weeks later, Percy had been riding high on the wave of his success. His victories had brought him fame, wealth, and an undeniable sense of accomplishment. To celebrate his growing status, he splurged on an expensive ring robe for his next match—a luxurious piece of attire adorned with intricate designs and shimmering gold accents. It was a symbol of how far he had come, a declaration to the world that he was no longer the Percy Weasley they once knew.
He also bought a sleek, high-end sports car, the kind of vehicle he had once only dreamed of owning. The roar of the engine, the feel of the leather seats beneath him, and the envious looks from passersby as he drove by—these were all new experiences that Percy relished. He had worked hard to get to where he was, and now he was enjoying the fruits of his labor.
But as he was driving through the city one night, reveling in the power and speed of his new car, Percy suddenly felt his heart begin to race uncontrollably. The adrenaline rush he usually enjoyed while driving quickly turned into something else—something far more unsettling. His chest tightened, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. Unsure of what was happening, Percy quickly pulled over to the side of the road, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He sat there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel tightly, trying to steady his racing heart. The sensation was strange and unnerving. He wondered if it was just the excitement of the drive, or perhaps the stress of everything he had been through recently. After a few minutes, his heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and Percy cautiously resumed driving, though the incident lingered in his mind.
Over the next few days, the memory of that night continued to haunt him. The fast pace of his life, the constant physical strain, and the ever-present pressure to succeed began to weigh on him more heavily than before. But he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on his next match and the opportunity that awaited him.
Percy arrived at Lucius Malfoy's lavish estate, eager to hear the latest news about his career. As always, Lucius greeted him with an air of confidence and intrigue, the two of them having formed a strong partnership over the course of Percy’s meteoric rise in the world of FMW.
"Percy," Lucius began, his voice smooth and authoritative, "I've got something special for you. Your next match will be against The Great Sasuke, one of the most skilled and respected fighters in the world of professional wrestling. And you'll be competing for the FMW Grand Prix Championship."
Lucius revealed the championship belt, and Percy's eyes were immediately drawn to it. Unlike the other belts he had won, with their black leather straps and gold plates, this one was different. The Grand Prix Championship had a white leather strap with gleaming silver plates, giving it a distinct, almost regal appearance. Its uniqueness captivated Percy, and he felt an intense desire to add it to his collection.
Lucius noticed Percy's reaction and smiled, knowing he had hooked him. "This championship is unlike any other, Percy. Winning it will solidify your status as one of the greatest fighters in history.
Percy nodded, his mind already focused on the upcoming match. But then Lucius continued,
"Because Penelope can’t travel with you this time, I’ve arranged for someone else to accompany you. Her name is Audrey Blackwood. She’ll assist you with anything you need during the trip and the match itself."
Percy hesitated for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing his face. The idea of traveling with another woman, especially while Penelope was pregnant and unable to be with him, made him uneasy. But he quickly pushed those worries aside, telling himself that this was just part of the business. He trusted Lucius, and he knew that success required sacrifices.
"Alright," Percy finally agreed, his voice steady. "I’ll do whatever it takes to win that championship."
Lucius nodded approvingly, his gaze sharp. "Good. Audrey is very capable, and she understands the demands of this business. She’ll make sure you’re prepared for everything."
As Percy left Lucius’s estate, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was changing within him. The relentless pursuit of success, the pressures of the sport, and the physical toll on his body were all beginning to add up. But with the Grand Prix Championship in sight, he knew there was no turning back. Percy was determined to claim that title, no matter what it took.
As the final bell rang, signaling his victory, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar. Percy was draped with all eight championship belts, the culmination of his relentless pursuit of greatness. The applause and cheers were long and loud, a standing ovation from a crowd that had just witnessed something extraordinary.
Penelope watched from the sidelines, her hands trembling as she saw Percy standing there, covered in blood and championship gold. The morphine coursing through his veins dulled the pain, allowing him to stand tall despite the unimaginable toll the tournament had taken on his body. Penelope could hardly believe her eyes—how could he still be standing after enduring so much? But there he was, basking in the glory of his victory, seemingly invincible.
A couple of days later, Percy celebrated his victory by buying a sprawling mansion for himself and Penelope. It was a symbol of his success, a testament to how far he had come. The house was grand, with luxurious rooms and a sprawling garden, a far cry from the modest life Percy had once known. But despite the material wealth, Penelope couldn't shake the growing unease she felt. She was proud of Percy, but the cost of his success weighed heavily on her.
As the weeks passed, Penelope's pregnancy progressed, and it became increasingly difficult for her to accompany Percy to his matches. One evening, as they sat together in their lavish new home, Penelope gently placed a hand on her swollen belly and told Percy that she could no longer travel with him. She was simply too far along in her pregnancy.
Percy nodded, his expression softening as he looked at her. "It's okay, Penelope," he said reassuringly. "You need to take care of yourself and the baby. I'll be fine."
Penelope forced a smile, but the worry in her eyes was unmistakable. She knew that Percy's matches were becoming more dangerous, more brutal, and the thought of him continuing down this path without her by his side filled her with dread. But she didn't voice her concerns, not wanting to burden him with her fears.
A few weeks later, at the Burrow, the Weasley family was gathered in the cozy living room when Remus Lupin arrived with news about Percy. The atmosphere was tense as Lupin walked in, and the Weasleys immediately sensed that something significant had happened.
Lupin took a deep breath before speaking. "I've come to tell you about Percy. He just competed in one of the most grueling tournaments in the history of FMW. The Triple J-Crown Tournament, and he won. He's now the holder of eight championship belts."
The Weasleys were stunned by the news. Eight championships? It was an incredible achievement, one that none of them had ever imagined for Percy. But there was an undercurrent of unease in Lupin's voice that didn't go unnoticed.
Molly's eyes filled with tears as she clutched Arthur's arm.
"My boy... What has he become?"
Lupin hesitated, clearly torn about what to say next. "Percy is...he's changed a lot. The matches he competed in were incredibly brutal, more violent than anything you could ever imagine. I don't think it's something any of you should see. It's too much."
Arthur's face was etched with worry as he listened to Lupin's words. He had always hoped that Percy would find his way back to the family, that they could somehow mend the rift that had grown between them. But now, hearing about the world Percy had become a part of, he realized that his son was farther away from them than ever before.
"Thank you for telling us, Remus," Arthur said quietly. "We won't watch the footage. We can't."
The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of Percy's choices settled over them. They were proud of him, yes, but the path he had chosen was one that they couldn't follow. It was a world of violence and pain, one that had taken their son away from them in more ways than one.
As Lupin left the Burrow, the Weasleys sat together, grappling with the reality of who Percy had become. The victories, the championships. They were impressive, no doubt, but they came at a cost that was too high for them to bear.
A few weeks later, Percy had been riding high on the wave of his success. His victories had brought him fame, wealth, and an undeniable sense of accomplishment. To celebrate his growing status, he splurged on an expensive ring robe for his next match—a luxurious piece of attire adorned with intricate designs and shimmering gold accents. It was a symbol of how far he had come, a declaration to the world that he was no longer the Percy Weasley they once knew.
He also bought a sleek, high-end sports car, the kind of vehicle he had once only dreamed of owning. The roar of the engine, the feel of the leather seats beneath him, and the envious looks from passersby as he drove by—these were all new experiences that Percy relished. He had worked hard to get to where he was, and now he was enjoying the fruits of his labor.
But as he was driving through the city one night, reveling in the power and speed of his new car, Percy suddenly felt his heart begin to race uncontrollably. The adrenaline rush he usually enjoyed while driving quickly turned into something else—something far more unsettling. His chest tightened, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. Unsure of what was happening, Percy quickly pulled over to the side of the road, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He sat there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel tightly, trying to steady his racing heart. The sensation was strange and unnerving. He wondered if it was just the excitement of the drive, or perhaps the stress of everything he had been through recently. After a few minutes, his heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and Percy cautiously resumed driving, though the incident lingered in his mind.
Over the next few days, the memory of that night continued to haunt him. The fast pace of his life, the constant physical strain, and the ever-present pressure to succeed began to weigh on him more heavily than before. But he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on his next match and the opportunity that awaited him.
Percy arrived at Lucius Malfoy's lavish estate, eager to hear the latest news about his career. As always, Lucius greeted him with an air of confidence and intrigue, the two of them having formed a strong partnership over the course of Percy’s meteoric rise in the world of FMW.
"Percy," Lucius began, his voice smooth and authoritative, "I've got something special for you. Your next match will be against The Great Sasuke, one of the most skilled and respected fighters in the world of professional wrestling. And you'll be competing for the FMW Grand Prix Championship."
Lucius revealed the championship belt, and Percy's eyes were immediately drawn to it. Unlike the other belts he had won, with their black leather straps and gold plates, this one was different. The Grand Prix Championship had a white leather strap with gleaming silver plates, giving it a distinct, almost regal appearance. Its uniqueness captivated Percy, and he felt an intense desire to add it to his collection.
Lucius noticed Percy's reaction and smiled, knowing he had hooked him. "This championship is unlike any other, Percy. Winning it will solidify your status as one of the greatest fighters in history.
Percy nodded, his mind already focused on the upcoming match. But then Lucius continued,
"Because Penelope can’t travel with you this time, I’ve arranged for someone else to accompany you. Her name is Audrey Blackwood. She’ll assist you with anything you need during the trip and the match itself."
Percy hesitated for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing his face. The idea of traveling with another woman, especially while Penelope was pregnant and unable to be with him, made him uneasy. But he quickly pushed those worries aside, telling himself that this was just part of the business. He trusted Lucius, and he knew that success required sacrifices.
"Alright," Percy finally agreed, his voice steady. "I’ll do whatever it takes to win that championship."
Lucius nodded approvingly, his gaze sharp. "Good. Audrey is very capable, and she understands the demands of this business. She’ll make sure you’re prepared for everything."
As Percy left Lucius’s estate, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was changing within him. The relentless pursuit of success, the pressures of the sport, and the physical toll on his body were all beginning to add up. But with the Grand Prix Championship in sight, he knew there was no turning back. Percy was determined to claim that title, no matter what it took.
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