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The press conference was held in one of Rome’s most opulent venues, packed with reporters and cameras ready to capture every word, every moment. Percy Weasley, now known worldwide as Ryker Black, stood at the podium, his ten championship belts gleaming in the bright lights. The atmosphere was electric, but there was an underlying tension, as everyone in the room wondered what Percy’s next move would be.
As Percy stepped up to the microphone, he took a deep breath, looking out at the sea of faces before him. The journey had been long and grueling, filled with pain, sacrifice, and more than a few moments when he thought he wouldn’t make it. But here he was, at the pinnacle of his career, having achieved what no one else ever had.
He began his speech, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. "I stand before you today, not just as a champion, but as a man who has given everything to this sport. I’ve fought, I’ve bled, and I’ve sacrificed more than I ever thought possible. But I did it all for one reason—to be the best. To reach a goal that everyone said was impossible. And now, with these ten championships, I’ve done just that."
The crowd murmured in anticipation as Percy paused, gathering his thoughts. "But with every journey, there comes a time to rest, a time to reflect, and a time to move on. And for me, that time is now. Today, I am officially announcing my retirement from FMW and from professional wrestling."
A collective gasp filled the room, followed by a flurry of camera flashes and hurried notes as the reporters scrambled to capture the moment. Percy smiled faintly, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He had done it—he had reached his goal, and now he could finally rest.
Lucius Malfoy, standing off to the side, watched with a mixture of pride and surprise. He had guided Percy to this moment, but even he hadn’t expected Percy to retire so suddenly. Still, he respected the decision. Later, he planned to have replicas of all Percy’s championship belts made, a tribute to the legacy Percy had created.
That night, Percy returned to the hotel with Penelope and baby Ember, a sense of peace settling over him. It was all finally over. The grueling matches, the endless training, the constant pain—he could leave it all behind now. As he lay down beside Penelope, he whispered, "We did it, Penelope. It’s finally over."
Penelope smiled, resting her head on his chest. "Yes, Percy. You’ve done more than anyone ever thought possible. Now we can finally move on, start the next chapter of our lives."
Percy closed his eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the past few months catch up with him. But it was a good kind of exhaustion—the kind that comes after a long journey, knowing that you’ve reached the end. He drifted off to sleep, Penelope by his side, his mind at ease for the first time in what felt like forever.
But the peace was short-lived.
The following morning, Percy woke up with a strange sensation—or rather, the absence of one. Panic began to rise in his chest as he realized something was very wrong.
"Penelope..." he whispered, trying to stay calm. "Penelope... I can't... I can't feel my legs."
Penelope’s eyes shot open, her heart skipping a beat as she registered the fear in Percy’s voice. "What do you mean, Percy?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I... I can’t move them. I can’t feel anything below my waist," Percy replied, his voice cracking with terror.
Penelope scrambled out of bed, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening. She grabbed her phone, frantically calling for medical help, all the while trying to reassure Percy that everything would be okay, though she felt far from certain.
As they waited for the ambulance to arrive, Percy lay in bed, his mind a whirl of confusion and fear. He had just retired, just reached the end of his journey, and now this. Was it the years of punishment his body had endured finally catching up to him?
Was it the toll of the relentless training, the endless matches, the countless injuries? He didn’t know. All he knew was that the future he had envisioned—one of peace, of family, of finally being free from the pain—was slipping away before his eyes.
Penelope held his hand tightly, tears streaming down her face as the paramedics arrived and began assessing Percy’s condition. "We’re going to take you to the hospital, Percy," one of them said gently. "We’ll find out what’s going on."
As they loaded him into the ambulance, Percy looked up at Penelope, fear and uncertainty written all over his face. "Penelope... what’s happening to me?"
"I don’t know, Percy," she whispered, her voice breaking. "But whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. I promise."
As the ambulance sped away, Penelope followed in their car, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But as they rushed toward the hospital, one thing became painfully clear: Percy’s fight wasn’t over yet.
The hospital room was filled with an oppressive silence as the Weasley family gathered around Percy's bed. The doctor had just delivered the devastating news: all of Percy's injuries, accumulated over the years of brutal matches and relentless punishment, had finally caught up with him. The official diagnosis was paralysis in his legs. The words hung in the air, each syllable like a lead weight pressing down on the room.
Molly clutched Arthur's hand tightly, her face pale and drawn as she tried to process the news. Penelope stood by Percy's side, her eyes filled with tears as she held onto their newborn daughter, Ember. Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ginny were all there, their expressions a mix of shock and sorrow.
The doctor, sensing the gravity of the moment, tried to offer a sliver of hope. "With extensive physical therapy," he said gently, "I believe there is a strong possibility that Percy will be able to walk again. But it will take time, effort, and a lot of hard work."
Percy lay still in the bed, his face pale and lined with exhaustion. He barely reacted to the doctor’s words, his mind reeling from the realization that his body, once a machine of brute strength and endurance, had finally given out on him. He had been prepared for a lot of things in his career, but not for this.
As the doctor left the room, an uneasy silence settled over the family. It was Ron who finally broke it, his voice trembling with barely contained anger and hurt.
"Look at what you've done to yourself!" Ron’s voice was sharp, the emotions he’d been holding back finally boiling over. He turned away from the group, trying to keep it together, but the tears were already welling up in his eyes. "I hope it was worth it, Percy. I really do."
The words hung in the air, a painful echo that seemed to cut through the tension. Percy didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at Ron. He simply stared at the ceiling, his mind a whirl of regret, fear, and despair.
"I mean, was it worth it? All those belts, all that money—was it really worth ending up like this?" Ron continued, his voice breaking. "I don’t even recognize you anymore, Percy. You used to be so proud, so driven, and now... now look at you!"
Penelope looked helplessly at Ron, her own heart breaking at the scene. She understood his anger, understood the frustration and the pain, but it didn’t make it any easier to watch.
Ron shook his head, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "You’ve got a daughter now, Percy. A family. How are you supposed to be there for them when you’re stuck in a hospital bed, trying to learn how to walk again?"
At this, Percy finally turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting Ron's for a brief moment. There was so much Percy wanted to say, so much he wanted to explain, but the words wouldn’t come. All he could do was lie there and take the lashing he knew he deserved.
"Whatever you were trying to prove," Ron added, his voice growing softer but no less pained, "I hope it was worth it, because you’ve lost so much more in the process."
Without waiting for a response, Ron turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing through the silence.
The rest of the family stood in stunned silence, the weight of Ron’s words pressing down on them. Percy closed his eyes, the reality of his situation settling in like a cold, hard stone in his chest. He had chased glory, chased the impossible, and now he was paying the price. The price was not just his body, but the relationships with those he loved, the family he had tried so hard to distance himself from, but who were still there, still caring, despite everything.
Arthur, his own emotions tightly controlled, stepped forward and placed a hand on Percy’s shoulder. "We’ll get through this, son," he said quietly. "We’ll figure it out. But for now, you need to focus on getting better."
Molly nodded, tears streaming down her face as she moved closer to the bed, her motherly instincts taking over. "We’re here for you, Percy," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "We’ll always be here."
Percy could only nod weakly, his voice failing him as he looked at his parents, then at Penelope and their daughter. The road ahead seemed impossibly long and difficult, but for the first time in a long while, Percy felt the weight of his family’s support, their love, and their concern. It was a bittersweet comfort, knowing that despite everything, they were still there for him.
As the family gathered closer, offering their quiet support, the pain of the past began to blur with the hope for the future. It would be a long journey, but at least Percy wouldn’t have to face it alone.
As Percy stepped up to the microphone, he took a deep breath, looking out at the sea of faces before him. The journey had been long and grueling, filled with pain, sacrifice, and more than a few moments when he thought he wouldn’t make it. But here he was, at the pinnacle of his career, having achieved what no one else ever had.
He began his speech, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. "I stand before you today, not just as a champion, but as a man who has given everything to this sport. I’ve fought, I’ve bled, and I’ve sacrificed more than I ever thought possible. But I did it all for one reason—to be the best. To reach a goal that everyone said was impossible. And now, with these ten championships, I’ve done just that."
The crowd murmured in anticipation as Percy paused, gathering his thoughts. "But with every journey, there comes a time to rest, a time to reflect, and a time to move on. And for me, that time is now. Today, I am officially announcing my retirement from FMW and from professional wrestling."
A collective gasp filled the room, followed by a flurry of camera flashes and hurried notes as the reporters scrambled to capture the moment. Percy smiled faintly, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He had done it—he had reached his goal, and now he could finally rest.
Lucius Malfoy, standing off to the side, watched with a mixture of pride and surprise. He had guided Percy to this moment, but even he hadn’t expected Percy to retire so suddenly. Still, he respected the decision. Later, he planned to have replicas of all Percy’s championship belts made, a tribute to the legacy Percy had created.
That night, Percy returned to the hotel with Penelope and baby Ember, a sense of peace settling over him. It was all finally over. The grueling matches, the endless training, the constant pain—he could leave it all behind now. As he lay down beside Penelope, he whispered, "We did it, Penelope. It’s finally over."
Penelope smiled, resting her head on his chest. "Yes, Percy. You’ve done more than anyone ever thought possible. Now we can finally move on, start the next chapter of our lives."
Percy closed his eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the past few months catch up with him. But it was a good kind of exhaustion—the kind that comes after a long journey, knowing that you’ve reached the end. He drifted off to sleep, Penelope by his side, his mind at ease for the first time in what felt like forever.
But the peace was short-lived.
The following morning, Percy woke up with a strange sensation—or rather, the absence of one. Panic began to rise in his chest as he realized something was very wrong.
"Penelope..." he whispered, trying to stay calm. "Penelope... I can't... I can't feel my legs."
Penelope’s eyes shot open, her heart skipping a beat as she registered the fear in Percy’s voice. "What do you mean, Percy?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I... I can’t move them. I can’t feel anything below my waist," Percy replied, his voice cracking with terror.
Penelope scrambled out of bed, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening. She grabbed her phone, frantically calling for medical help, all the while trying to reassure Percy that everything would be okay, though she felt far from certain.
As they waited for the ambulance to arrive, Percy lay in bed, his mind a whirl of confusion and fear. He had just retired, just reached the end of his journey, and now this. Was it the years of punishment his body had endured finally catching up to him?
Was it the toll of the relentless training, the endless matches, the countless injuries? He didn’t know. All he knew was that the future he had envisioned—one of peace, of family, of finally being free from the pain—was slipping away before his eyes.
Penelope held his hand tightly, tears streaming down her face as the paramedics arrived and began assessing Percy’s condition. "We’re going to take you to the hospital, Percy," one of them said gently. "We’ll find out what’s going on."
As they loaded him into the ambulance, Percy looked up at Penelope, fear and uncertainty written all over his face. "Penelope... what’s happening to me?"
"I don’t know, Percy," she whispered, her voice breaking. "But whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. I promise."
As the ambulance sped away, Penelope followed in their car, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But as they rushed toward the hospital, one thing became painfully clear: Percy’s fight wasn’t over yet.
The hospital room was filled with an oppressive silence as the Weasley family gathered around Percy's bed. The doctor had just delivered the devastating news: all of Percy's injuries, accumulated over the years of brutal matches and relentless punishment, had finally caught up with him. The official diagnosis was paralysis in his legs. The words hung in the air, each syllable like a lead weight pressing down on the room.
Molly clutched Arthur's hand tightly, her face pale and drawn as she tried to process the news. Penelope stood by Percy's side, her eyes filled with tears as she held onto their newborn daughter, Ember. Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ginny were all there, their expressions a mix of shock and sorrow.
The doctor, sensing the gravity of the moment, tried to offer a sliver of hope. "With extensive physical therapy," he said gently, "I believe there is a strong possibility that Percy will be able to walk again. But it will take time, effort, and a lot of hard work."
Percy lay still in the bed, his face pale and lined with exhaustion. He barely reacted to the doctor’s words, his mind reeling from the realization that his body, once a machine of brute strength and endurance, had finally given out on him. He had been prepared for a lot of things in his career, but not for this.
As the doctor left the room, an uneasy silence settled over the family. It was Ron who finally broke it, his voice trembling with barely contained anger and hurt.
"Look at what you've done to yourself!" Ron’s voice was sharp, the emotions he’d been holding back finally boiling over. He turned away from the group, trying to keep it together, but the tears were already welling up in his eyes. "I hope it was worth it, Percy. I really do."
The words hung in the air, a painful echo that seemed to cut through the tension. Percy didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at Ron. He simply stared at the ceiling, his mind a whirl of regret, fear, and despair.
"I mean, was it worth it? All those belts, all that money—was it really worth ending up like this?" Ron continued, his voice breaking. "I don’t even recognize you anymore, Percy. You used to be so proud, so driven, and now... now look at you!"
Penelope looked helplessly at Ron, her own heart breaking at the scene. She understood his anger, understood the frustration and the pain, but it didn’t make it any easier to watch.
Ron shook his head, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "You’ve got a daughter now, Percy. A family. How are you supposed to be there for them when you’re stuck in a hospital bed, trying to learn how to walk again?"
At this, Percy finally turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting Ron's for a brief moment. There was so much Percy wanted to say, so much he wanted to explain, but the words wouldn’t come. All he could do was lie there and take the lashing he knew he deserved.
"Whatever you were trying to prove," Ron added, his voice growing softer but no less pained, "I hope it was worth it, because you’ve lost so much more in the process."
Without waiting for a response, Ron turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing through the silence.
The rest of the family stood in stunned silence, the weight of Ron’s words pressing down on them. Percy closed his eyes, the reality of his situation settling in like a cold, hard stone in his chest. He had chased glory, chased the impossible, and now he was paying the price. The price was not just his body, but the relationships with those he loved, the family he had tried so hard to distance himself from, but who were still there, still caring, despite everything.
Arthur, his own emotions tightly controlled, stepped forward and placed a hand on Percy’s shoulder. "We’ll get through this, son," he said quietly. "We’ll figure it out. But for now, you need to focus on getting better."
Molly nodded, tears streaming down her face as she moved closer to the bed, her motherly instincts taking over. "We’re here for you, Percy," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "We’ll always be here."
Percy could only nod weakly, his voice failing him as he looked at his parents, then at Penelope and their daughter. The road ahead seemed impossibly long and difficult, but for the first time in a long while, Percy felt the weight of his family’s support, their love, and their concern. It was a bittersweet comfort, knowing that despite everything, they were still there for him.
As the family gathered closer, offering their quiet support, the pain of the past began to blur with the hope for the future. It would be a long journey, but at least Percy wouldn’t have to face it alone.
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