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In the days leading up to his fight in Abu Dhabi, Percy found himself awash in a strange mix of excitement and exhaustion. The city was a dazzling contrast to the grueling matches and training he had endured. The gleaming skyscrapers, luxurious hotels, and pristine beaches offered a brief respite from the brutality that had come to define his life.
Audrey Blackwood, who had been sent by Lucius to assist Percy during this trip, took it upon herself to show him around. They visited the stunning Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque, marveled at the modern marvels of the Louvre Abu Dhabi, and took in the serene views of the Corniche.
Despite the beauty and tranquility of the surroundings, Percy’s mind remained focused on the fight ahead, his thoughts always circling back to the ring, to the pain he was about to endure once more.
As the day drew to a close, Audrey suggested they wind down with a drink at a luxurious bar overlooking the city. Percy, eager for anything that might ease the growing tension within him, agreed.
The atmosphere in the bar was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environments of the arenas where Percy had been spending most of his time. He sipped his drink slowly, trying to enjoy the moment of peace. Audrey sat close beside him, her presence warm and comforting. Percy noticed that she was paying him more attention than usual, her touches lingering, her gaze holding his for just a little too long.
At first, Percy tried to ignore it. He had never considered crossing that line with Audrey. She was his assistant, sent by Lucius to help him maintain his focus. But as the evening wore on and the alcohol dulled the sharp edges of his anxiety, Percy found himself responding to her advances.
Her touch, soft and soothing, seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders, the stress that had been weighing him down for weeks.
They talked, laughed, and as the night wore on, the distance between them grew smaller and smaller. Audrey's hand on his arm, the way she leaned in close to speak softly in his ear—everything about her was disarming. She knew exactly how to press his buttons, how to make him forget the brutal world he had immersed himself in.
Despite his initial resistance, Percy felt his resolve weakening. The physical and emotional toll of his career had left him feeling isolated, disconnected from the world around him, from the people he once cared about. Audrey’s attention, her warmth, was a stark contrast to the cold, mechanical brutality of his life in the ring. She was offering him comfort, and Percy found himself craving it.
Before he knew it, they were back at his hotel room. The night blurred in a haze of passion and need, and Percy, for the first time in what felt like forever, allowed himself to forget the pain, the stress, and the pressure that had been suffocating him.
When Percy woke up the next morning, reality hit him like a freight train. He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the events of the previous night flooding back into his mind. Audrey was still asleep beside him, her presence a reminder of the line he had crossed. Guilt gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, but so did a strange sense of relief.
He knew it was a mistake. Penelope, who was carrying his child, deserved better. But in that moment, Percy had needed to feel something other than the relentless drive that had consumed him, something other than the pain and numbness that had become his constant companions.
As Audrey stirred beside him, Percy closed his eyes, trying to push the guilt away. He had a fight to prepare for, a match that would demand every ounce of his focus and strength. He couldn’t afford to let emotions cloud his judgment.
But even as he tried to bury the guilt, Percy couldn’t shake the feeling that he was on a path he couldn’t turn back from. The choices he had made, the lines he had crossed, they were leading him deeper into a world that was slowly but surely destroying the man he once was.
On the night of the match, Percy’s body was in a state of near collapse as he lay on the cold, unforgiving canvas, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Every part of him ached, every muscle screamed in agony, and his vision blurred from the sheer exhaustion that had set in. The Ladder match against The Great Sasuke had pushed him beyond his limits, and the relentless punishment he had endured in the ring was evident in the deep bruises and cuts that marred his skin.
Sasuke was halfway up the ladder, victory within his grasp. The crowd roared as they watched the masked warrior ascend, believing that Percy had nothing left to give. But deep within Percy, a flicker of defiance still burned. He refused to let go of the championship, of the dream that had driven him to endure so much pain.
With a monumental effort, Percy forced himself to his feet. His legs trembled under the strain, and his body protested every movement, but he kept going. He staggered toward the ladder, using what little strength he had left to tip it over. The crowd gasped as the ladder teetered before finally toppling, sending Sasuke crashing over the top rope and down to the unforgiving ground below.
The arena erupted in a mixture of shock and awe, the noise deafening as Percy began his agonizing climb up the ladder. Each rung felt like a mountain, but he pressed on, driven by sheer willpower. He reached the top, his fingers grasping the FMW Grand Prix Championship belt, the prize he had fought so hard for.
As Percy unhooked the belt and raised it above his head, the crowd exploded into applause. The arena lights flashed, and the cameras zoomed in on the bloodied and battered champion, capturing the moment of his triumph.
Percy had done it.
He had won his ninth championship, one step closer to achieving his goal of holding a perfect ten.
After the match, Percy was examined by a doctor backstage. The doctor’s expression was grave as he carefully checked Percy’s injuries, shaking his head at the extent of the damage.
“Percy,” the doctor said sternly, “you’re pushing your body too far. You’ve suffered serious trauma, and you need to rest. I’m warning you—if you don’t take time to heal, you could cause permanent damage. You shouldn’t travel for the next several weeks, at the very least.”
Percy nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. The adrenaline from the match was wearing off, leaving him feeling weak and vulnerable. The morphine he had taken dulled the pain, but it also clouded his thoughts, making it difficult to focus on the doctor’s words.
A few days later, Percy was back at his hotel, trying to rest as the doctor had advised. But his rest was interrupted by a phone call that jolted him back to reality.
“Percy,” Aleksander’s voice came through the phone, urgent and excited. “Penelope’s gone into labor. The baby’s coming.”
Percy’s heart raced, a surge of adrenaline pushing through the fog of exhaustion. He had been waiting for this moment, the birth of his child, and nothing—not even the doctor’s warnings—could keep him from being there.
Ignoring the pain that shot through his body with every step, Percy quickly packed his things and made arrangements to travel back home. The journey was a blur of discomfort and determination as he pushed through the physical toll his body had taken to get to the hospital in time.
When he finally arrived, Percy rushed through the hospital halls, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. He reached the delivery room just in time to see Penelope holding their newborn daughter, her face flushed with exhaustion but lit with a radiant smile.
Penelope looked up at Percy, tears in her eyes. “She’s here, Percy. Our little Ember.”
Percy’s heart swelled with emotion as he approached the bed, gazing down at the tiny, perfect life they had created. All the pain, all the sacrifices he had made seemed to fade away in that moment. He carefully reached out to touch Ember’s delicate hand, overwhelmed by the love he felt for his daughter.
“She’s beautiful,” Percy whispered, his voice choked with emotion. He leaned down to kiss Penelope’s forehead, grateful beyond words that he had made it in time.
Penelope smiled up at him, the weariness in her eyes softened by the joy of the moment. “We did it, Percy. We’re a family now.”
Percy nodded, his heart full. Despite the brutal matches, the physical toll, and the guilt that weighed on him, this moment made it all worth it. He had his daughter in his arms, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of peace.
Audrey Blackwood, who had been sent by Lucius to assist Percy during this trip, took it upon herself to show him around. They visited the stunning Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque, marveled at the modern marvels of the Louvre Abu Dhabi, and took in the serene views of the Corniche.
Despite the beauty and tranquility of the surroundings, Percy’s mind remained focused on the fight ahead, his thoughts always circling back to the ring, to the pain he was about to endure once more.
As the day drew to a close, Audrey suggested they wind down with a drink at a luxurious bar overlooking the city. Percy, eager for anything that might ease the growing tension within him, agreed.
The atmosphere in the bar was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environments of the arenas where Percy had been spending most of his time. He sipped his drink slowly, trying to enjoy the moment of peace. Audrey sat close beside him, her presence warm and comforting. Percy noticed that she was paying him more attention than usual, her touches lingering, her gaze holding his for just a little too long.
At first, Percy tried to ignore it. He had never considered crossing that line with Audrey. She was his assistant, sent by Lucius to help him maintain his focus. But as the evening wore on and the alcohol dulled the sharp edges of his anxiety, Percy found himself responding to her advances.
Her touch, soft and soothing, seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders, the stress that had been weighing him down for weeks.
They talked, laughed, and as the night wore on, the distance between them grew smaller and smaller. Audrey's hand on his arm, the way she leaned in close to speak softly in his ear—everything about her was disarming. She knew exactly how to press his buttons, how to make him forget the brutal world he had immersed himself in.
Despite his initial resistance, Percy felt his resolve weakening. The physical and emotional toll of his career had left him feeling isolated, disconnected from the world around him, from the people he once cared about. Audrey’s attention, her warmth, was a stark contrast to the cold, mechanical brutality of his life in the ring. She was offering him comfort, and Percy found himself craving it.
Before he knew it, they were back at his hotel room. The night blurred in a haze of passion and need, and Percy, for the first time in what felt like forever, allowed himself to forget the pain, the stress, and the pressure that had been suffocating him.
When Percy woke up the next morning, reality hit him like a freight train. He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the events of the previous night flooding back into his mind. Audrey was still asleep beside him, her presence a reminder of the line he had crossed. Guilt gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, but so did a strange sense of relief.
He knew it was a mistake. Penelope, who was carrying his child, deserved better. But in that moment, Percy had needed to feel something other than the relentless drive that had consumed him, something other than the pain and numbness that had become his constant companions.
As Audrey stirred beside him, Percy closed his eyes, trying to push the guilt away. He had a fight to prepare for, a match that would demand every ounce of his focus and strength. He couldn’t afford to let emotions cloud his judgment.
But even as he tried to bury the guilt, Percy couldn’t shake the feeling that he was on a path he couldn’t turn back from. The choices he had made, the lines he had crossed, they were leading him deeper into a world that was slowly but surely destroying the man he once was.
On the night of the match, Percy’s body was in a state of near collapse as he lay on the cold, unforgiving canvas, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Every part of him ached, every muscle screamed in agony, and his vision blurred from the sheer exhaustion that had set in. The Ladder match against The Great Sasuke had pushed him beyond his limits, and the relentless punishment he had endured in the ring was evident in the deep bruises and cuts that marred his skin.
Sasuke was halfway up the ladder, victory within his grasp. The crowd roared as they watched the masked warrior ascend, believing that Percy had nothing left to give. But deep within Percy, a flicker of defiance still burned. He refused to let go of the championship, of the dream that had driven him to endure so much pain.
With a monumental effort, Percy forced himself to his feet. His legs trembled under the strain, and his body protested every movement, but he kept going. He staggered toward the ladder, using what little strength he had left to tip it over. The crowd gasped as the ladder teetered before finally toppling, sending Sasuke crashing over the top rope and down to the unforgiving ground below.
The arena erupted in a mixture of shock and awe, the noise deafening as Percy began his agonizing climb up the ladder. Each rung felt like a mountain, but he pressed on, driven by sheer willpower. He reached the top, his fingers grasping the FMW Grand Prix Championship belt, the prize he had fought so hard for.
As Percy unhooked the belt and raised it above his head, the crowd exploded into applause. The arena lights flashed, and the cameras zoomed in on the bloodied and battered champion, capturing the moment of his triumph.
Percy had done it.
He had won his ninth championship, one step closer to achieving his goal of holding a perfect ten.
After the match, Percy was examined by a doctor backstage. The doctor’s expression was grave as he carefully checked Percy’s injuries, shaking his head at the extent of the damage.
“Percy,” the doctor said sternly, “you’re pushing your body too far. You’ve suffered serious trauma, and you need to rest. I’m warning you—if you don’t take time to heal, you could cause permanent damage. You shouldn’t travel for the next several weeks, at the very least.”
Percy nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. The adrenaline from the match was wearing off, leaving him feeling weak and vulnerable. The morphine he had taken dulled the pain, but it also clouded his thoughts, making it difficult to focus on the doctor’s words.
A few days later, Percy was back at his hotel, trying to rest as the doctor had advised. But his rest was interrupted by a phone call that jolted him back to reality.
“Percy,” Aleksander’s voice came through the phone, urgent and excited. “Penelope’s gone into labor. The baby’s coming.”
Percy’s heart raced, a surge of adrenaline pushing through the fog of exhaustion. He had been waiting for this moment, the birth of his child, and nothing—not even the doctor’s warnings—could keep him from being there.
Ignoring the pain that shot through his body with every step, Percy quickly packed his things and made arrangements to travel back home. The journey was a blur of discomfort and determination as he pushed through the physical toll his body had taken to get to the hospital in time.
When he finally arrived, Percy rushed through the hospital halls, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. He reached the delivery room just in time to see Penelope holding their newborn daughter, her face flushed with exhaustion but lit with a radiant smile.
Penelope looked up at Percy, tears in her eyes. “She’s here, Percy. Our little Ember.”
Percy’s heart swelled with emotion as he approached the bed, gazing down at the tiny, perfect life they had created. All the pain, all the sacrifices he had made seemed to fade away in that moment. He carefully reached out to touch Ember’s delicate hand, overwhelmed by the love he felt for his daughter.
“She’s beautiful,” Percy whispered, his voice choked with emotion. He leaned down to kiss Penelope’s forehead, grateful beyond words that he had made it in time.
Penelope smiled up at him, the weariness in her eyes softened by the joy of the moment. “We did it, Percy. We’re a family now.”
Percy nodded, his heart full. Despite the brutal matches, the physical toll, and the guilt that weighed on him, this moment made it all worth it. He had his daughter in his arms, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of peace.
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