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The news Remus Lupin brought to the Weasleys was bittersweet. The arrival of Percy’s daughter, their granddaughter, was a momentous occasion, one that should have brought joy and a sense of familial unity. Yet, instead of celebrating together, the Weasleys were left in the dark, hurt that Percy hadn’t reached out to them, hadn’t shared this life-changing news.
Molly, her face etched with sorrow, sat in the kitchen, clutching a worn photograph of Percy as a child.
“He’s a father now,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “And we didn’t even know.”
Arthur sat beside her, his face drawn and weary. The distance between them and Percy seemed greater than ever. “I never imagined it would come to this,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “Our son…our grandson…living his life without us, raising his own child without telling us.”
Bill and Charlie, standing nearby, exchanged troubled glances. They had watched Percy’s transformation from a dutiful Ministry worker into something unrecognizable. The news of Percy winning his ninth championship didn’t surprise them, but it did concern them. The fact that Percy was pursuing such an insane goal, to hold all ten FMW championships simultaneously, only underscored how far he had gone.
“It’s like he’s lost himself in all of this,” Bill said quietly. “Chasing after these titles, these championships…doesn’t he see what it’s doing to him?”
Charlie shook his head, his expression grim. “He’s obsessed, Bill. This isn’t just about winning anymore. It’s like he’s trying to prove something, but I don’t know what. And in the process, he’s shutting us out completely.”
Lupin, who had been standing quietly, cleared his throat. "He’s so deep in this world now, it’s like nothing else matters to him. Not even his family.”
The Weasleys sat in silence, the weight of Lupin’s words pressing down on them. The distance between them and Percy felt insurmountable, and they were left wondering if they would ever be able to bridge the gap.
Meanwhile, across the globe, Percy was living a life far removed from the one his family knew. The victory over RikidÅzan at the Collision in Korea was another feather in his cap, another step closer to his seemingly impossible goal. But as soon as the event was over, Percy couldn’t wait to leave North Korea behind. The oppressive atmosphere, the constant surveillance, and the bleakness of the country had taken a toll on him.
As they flew out of Korea and landed in Japan, Percy felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Japan, with its vibrant culture and bustling cities, was a welcome change. He could finally breathe again, and the relief was palpable.
That night, as they settled into their hotel, Percy was looking forward to a rare moment of peace. But his respite was interrupted when Audrey approached him. There was a gleam in her eye as she sauntered over, her tone suggestive as she leaned in closer. “How about we go out tonight, Percy?” she asked, her voice low and inviting.
Percy, still reveling in the afterglow of his victory, shook his head. “Audrey, it was a one-night thing,” he replied firmly, though not unkindly. “I’m committed to Penelope and our daughter. I can’t…we can’t do that again.”
Audrey’s smile faltered, and for a moment, she looked genuinely disappointed. But she quickly composed herself, shrugging as if it were no big deal. “Suit yourself,” she said lightly, though there was an edge to her voice. “But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
Percy watched her walk away, a knot of unease forming in his stomach. He knew he had to be careful, not just because of Penelope, but because of the path he was on. The temptations, the pressures, and the demands of his lifestyle were mounting, and he was beginning to realize just how precarious his situation had become.
As Percy lay in bed that night, his mind raced. The victory, the championships, the accolades, they were all within his grasp. But at what cost? He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking a fine line, one that could easily tip into disaster if he wasn’t careful.
But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on his next goal. The final championship. The perfect ten.
The next morning, as the sun rose over the bustling city of Tokyo, Percy knew he couldn’t afford to lose focus. He was so close to achieving what no one else had ever done. And he would do whatever it took to reach that goal, even if it meant sacrificing everything else.
Meanwhile, the news Lucius brought to Percy was both exhilarating and terrifying. The offer was a golden ticket to the ultimate prize: a shot at the FMW World Heavyweight Championship, the final piece of the puzzle for Percy to complete his goal of holding all ten FMW championships simultaneously. But the cost was steep, even by FMW’s brutal standards. The match he was being asked to participate in was the stuff of nightmares—a No-Ropes Exploding Barbed-Wire, Dynamite Pool Elimination Deathmatch.
Even as Lucius outlined the details, Percy felt a chill run down his spine. The idea of fighting in a ring surrounded by explosive-laden water, with no ropes and barbed wire in place, was as dangerous as it was insane. But the allure of the championship was too strong. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the chance to cement his legacy as the greatest FMW fighter of all time.
"Do you realize what this means, Percy?" Lucius said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Winning this match will guarantee you a shot at the FMW World Heavyweight Championship. You’ll be the first man in history to hold all ten titles simultaneously."
Percy nodded, though his mind was already racing with the implications of what he was agreeing to. "I’ll do it," he said after a moment of hesitation. "I’ll fight."
Lucius smiled, pleased with Percy’s decision. "Good. The Road Warriors are veterans of these kinds of matches. They’re ruthless, and they’ll have your back. Together, you’ll be an unstoppable force."
With that, Percy knew there was no turning back. This was the path he had chosen, and he would see it through to the end, no matter the cost. But as soon as Lucius left, Percy felt a gnawing sense of dread.
This match was different. This was beyond anything he had faced before. And for the first time in a long time, he felt a pang of fear.
Later, when Percy called Penelope to tell her the news, her reaction was immediate and visceral. "Percy, this is insane," she said, her voice trembling with concern. "You’ve been through so much already. When does it end? When do you stop?"
Percy tried to reassure her, but the words felt hollow even as he said them. "I have to do this, Penelope. This is my chance to be the best, to secure our future."
"At what cost, Percy?" Penelope demanded. "You have a daughter now. You have a family. Is this really worth risking your life for?"
Percy fell silent, unable to answer. The truth was, he didn’t know if it was worth it, but he was too deep into this world to turn back now. When he finally spoke again, his voice was quiet, almost resigned. "I’m sorry, Penelope. I have to do this."
After a long, heavy pause, Penelope finally spoke, her voice filled with determination. "If you won’t stop for yourself, then I have no choice. I’m going to talk to your family, Percy. They deserve to know what’s happening to you."
"Penelope, no—" Percy began, but she had already hung up.
With a sinking feeling in his chest, Percy realized that things were spiraling out of his control. He had cut ties with his family for a reason, and now, Penelope was about to bring them back into his life, whether he wanted it or not. But there was no time to dwell on that now. He had a match to prepare for, one that could very well be his last.
Meanwhile, Penelope wasted no time. Despite Percy’s insistence that he didn’t want anything to do with his family, she knew this was a matter of life and death. She couldn’t sit by and watch him destroy himself, not when there was still a chance to save him. She quickly made arrangements to contact the Weasleys, knowing that they were the only ones who might be able to get through to Percy before it was too late.
The Weasleys had already been reeling from the news of Percy’s increasingly dangerous matches and his apparent obsession with winning every championship in FMW. When Penelope reached out to them, revealing the details of the upcoming No-Ropes Exploding Barbed-Wire, Dynamite Pool Elimination Deathmatch, they were horrified. This wasn’t just wrestling—it was madness.
"We have to stop him," Arthur said, his voice filled with a father’s desperation. "We can’t let him do this."
Molly was beside herself with worry, her heart breaking at the thought of what Percy had become. "He’s our son. We have to reach him, we have to make him see reason."
Bill and Charlie exchanged grim looks, knowing that this would be no easy task. Percy had distanced himself from the family for a long time and bringing him back from the brink would be a monumental challenge.
"We’ll find him," Bill said, determination hardening his voice. "And we’ll bring him home."
As the Weasleys prepared to confront Percy, they knew they were racing against time. The match was looming, and with every passing day, the risk to Percy’s life grew. But they wouldn’t give up on him.
Not now, not ever.
For Percy, the clock was ticking down to the most dangerous match of his career, and though he was focused on the fight ahead, a small part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was about to change.
Molly, her face etched with sorrow, sat in the kitchen, clutching a worn photograph of Percy as a child.
“He’s a father now,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “And we didn’t even know.”
Arthur sat beside her, his face drawn and weary. The distance between them and Percy seemed greater than ever. “I never imagined it would come to this,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “Our son…our grandson…living his life without us, raising his own child without telling us.”
Bill and Charlie, standing nearby, exchanged troubled glances. They had watched Percy’s transformation from a dutiful Ministry worker into something unrecognizable. The news of Percy winning his ninth championship didn’t surprise them, but it did concern them. The fact that Percy was pursuing such an insane goal, to hold all ten FMW championships simultaneously, only underscored how far he had gone.
“It’s like he’s lost himself in all of this,” Bill said quietly. “Chasing after these titles, these championships…doesn’t he see what it’s doing to him?”
Charlie shook his head, his expression grim. “He’s obsessed, Bill. This isn’t just about winning anymore. It’s like he’s trying to prove something, but I don’t know what. And in the process, he’s shutting us out completely.”
Lupin, who had been standing quietly, cleared his throat. "He’s so deep in this world now, it’s like nothing else matters to him. Not even his family.”
The Weasleys sat in silence, the weight of Lupin’s words pressing down on them. The distance between them and Percy felt insurmountable, and they were left wondering if they would ever be able to bridge the gap.
Meanwhile, across the globe, Percy was living a life far removed from the one his family knew. The victory over RikidÅzan at the Collision in Korea was another feather in his cap, another step closer to his seemingly impossible goal. But as soon as the event was over, Percy couldn’t wait to leave North Korea behind. The oppressive atmosphere, the constant surveillance, and the bleakness of the country had taken a toll on him.
As they flew out of Korea and landed in Japan, Percy felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Japan, with its vibrant culture and bustling cities, was a welcome change. He could finally breathe again, and the relief was palpable.
That night, as they settled into their hotel, Percy was looking forward to a rare moment of peace. But his respite was interrupted when Audrey approached him. There was a gleam in her eye as she sauntered over, her tone suggestive as she leaned in closer. “How about we go out tonight, Percy?” she asked, her voice low and inviting.
Percy, still reveling in the afterglow of his victory, shook his head. “Audrey, it was a one-night thing,” he replied firmly, though not unkindly. “I’m committed to Penelope and our daughter. I can’t…we can’t do that again.”
Audrey’s smile faltered, and for a moment, she looked genuinely disappointed. But she quickly composed herself, shrugging as if it were no big deal. “Suit yourself,” she said lightly, though there was an edge to her voice. “But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
Percy watched her walk away, a knot of unease forming in his stomach. He knew he had to be careful, not just because of Penelope, but because of the path he was on. The temptations, the pressures, and the demands of his lifestyle were mounting, and he was beginning to realize just how precarious his situation had become.
As Percy lay in bed that night, his mind raced. The victory, the championships, the accolades, they were all within his grasp. But at what cost? He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking a fine line, one that could easily tip into disaster if he wasn’t careful.
But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on his next goal. The final championship. The perfect ten.
The next morning, as the sun rose over the bustling city of Tokyo, Percy knew he couldn’t afford to lose focus. He was so close to achieving what no one else had ever done. And he would do whatever it took to reach that goal, even if it meant sacrificing everything else.
Meanwhile, the news Lucius brought to Percy was both exhilarating and terrifying. The offer was a golden ticket to the ultimate prize: a shot at the FMW World Heavyweight Championship, the final piece of the puzzle for Percy to complete his goal of holding all ten FMW championships simultaneously. But the cost was steep, even by FMW’s brutal standards. The match he was being asked to participate in was the stuff of nightmares—a No-Ropes Exploding Barbed-Wire, Dynamite Pool Elimination Deathmatch.
Even as Lucius outlined the details, Percy felt a chill run down his spine. The idea of fighting in a ring surrounded by explosive-laden water, with no ropes and barbed wire in place, was as dangerous as it was insane. But the allure of the championship was too strong. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the chance to cement his legacy as the greatest FMW fighter of all time.
"Do you realize what this means, Percy?" Lucius said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Winning this match will guarantee you a shot at the FMW World Heavyweight Championship. You’ll be the first man in history to hold all ten titles simultaneously."
Percy nodded, though his mind was already racing with the implications of what he was agreeing to. "I’ll do it," he said after a moment of hesitation. "I’ll fight."
Lucius smiled, pleased with Percy’s decision. "Good. The Road Warriors are veterans of these kinds of matches. They’re ruthless, and they’ll have your back. Together, you’ll be an unstoppable force."
With that, Percy knew there was no turning back. This was the path he had chosen, and he would see it through to the end, no matter the cost. But as soon as Lucius left, Percy felt a gnawing sense of dread.
This match was different. This was beyond anything he had faced before. And for the first time in a long time, he felt a pang of fear.
Later, when Percy called Penelope to tell her the news, her reaction was immediate and visceral. "Percy, this is insane," she said, her voice trembling with concern. "You’ve been through so much already. When does it end? When do you stop?"
Percy tried to reassure her, but the words felt hollow even as he said them. "I have to do this, Penelope. This is my chance to be the best, to secure our future."
"At what cost, Percy?" Penelope demanded. "You have a daughter now. You have a family. Is this really worth risking your life for?"
Percy fell silent, unable to answer. The truth was, he didn’t know if it was worth it, but he was too deep into this world to turn back now. When he finally spoke again, his voice was quiet, almost resigned. "I’m sorry, Penelope. I have to do this."
After a long, heavy pause, Penelope finally spoke, her voice filled with determination. "If you won’t stop for yourself, then I have no choice. I’m going to talk to your family, Percy. They deserve to know what’s happening to you."
"Penelope, no—" Percy began, but she had already hung up.
With a sinking feeling in his chest, Percy realized that things were spiraling out of his control. He had cut ties with his family for a reason, and now, Penelope was about to bring them back into his life, whether he wanted it or not. But there was no time to dwell on that now. He had a match to prepare for, one that could very well be his last.
Meanwhile, Penelope wasted no time. Despite Percy’s insistence that he didn’t want anything to do with his family, she knew this was a matter of life and death. She couldn’t sit by and watch him destroy himself, not when there was still a chance to save him. She quickly made arrangements to contact the Weasleys, knowing that they were the only ones who might be able to get through to Percy before it was too late.
The Weasleys had already been reeling from the news of Percy’s increasingly dangerous matches and his apparent obsession with winning every championship in FMW. When Penelope reached out to them, revealing the details of the upcoming No-Ropes Exploding Barbed-Wire, Dynamite Pool Elimination Deathmatch, they were horrified. This wasn’t just wrestling—it was madness.
"We have to stop him," Arthur said, his voice filled with a father’s desperation. "We can’t let him do this."
Molly was beside herself with worry, her heart breaking at the thought of what Percy had become. "He’s our son. We have to reach him, we have to make him see reason."
Bill and Charlie exchanged grim looks, knowing that this would be no easy task. Percy had distanced himself from the family for a long time and bringing him back from the brink would be a monumental challenge.
"We’ll find him," Bill said, determination hardening his voice. "And we’ll bring him home."
As the Weasleys prepared to confront Percy, they knew they were racing against time. The match was looming, and with every passing day, the risk to Percy’s life grew. But they wouldn’t give up on him.
Not now, not ever.
For Percy, the clock was ticking down to the most dangerous match of his career, and though he was focused on the fight ahead, a small part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was about to change.
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