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Through The Crowd; William Wereld Chronicles 11
Topic Started: Jan 28 2017, 10:50 AM (144 Views)
William Wereld
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January 22, 2017
8:53 PM


William was in a lot of pain. He had just watched helplessly as Hamish leaped into the air and cracked his knee into William's skull, sending his limp body crashing to the floor. His head felt like it was filled with shattered glass and razorblades; the stabbing radiated through his entire head. Wereld stared up at the bright stadium lights above him and tried to will himself to get up, but any movement hurt like hell. William laid on his back for what felt like a millennia before Hamish dragged him to his feet. Wereld could barely stand, but luckily, he didn't have to for long; Hamish crashed his skull into the tech table, sending another shockwave of pain through his body. Slumped over in a motionless heap on the ground, William watched Hamish toss bits and pieces of assorted technology from the desk to the floor. Wires, cables, and various plugs were wrenched out of the poor table like the strewn innards of a gazelle in the jaws of a lion.

You need to get up. William's eyes darted around, grasping for anything that could help him stand up, but to no avail. He watched as Hamish continued to tear up the table. Grab his leg, trip him, do something! William desperately tries to reach out for Hamish, but his limbs refuse to move. William mentally kicks himself as he feels his body failing him. Finally, Hamish grabs William and lifts him to his unsteady feet, then tosses him onto the barren table. William watches Hamish's eyes dart from him to the crowd, and again William tries to reach out for Hamish, but the shackles of his broken mortal body hold him back. Helpless, Wereld watches with weary eyes as Hamish ascends the post that holds the ring lights. The deafening sound of the crowd cheering stabs into William's head as Hamish slowly rises to his feet twenty-five feet in the air. Hamish points to the sky and leaps into the air.

Time slows for William as he watches Hamish soar through the air. As Hamish completes one full backflip, William focuses all his will and soul into trying to move his arms to the edge of the table and pulling himself to his feet, but his arms still refuse to follow orders. As Hamish completes a second rotation, Wiilliam manages to clench his fist, the smallest sign of life, but a sign regardless. Again he wills himself to move, but all he can muster is barely lifting his shoulder. Hamish completes a third rotation as William's mind screams to him, Move! Just move! But it's too late. Hamish's momentum carries all 130 pounds of his body crashing into William's prone body, the table imploding in an explosive cloud of dust and sparks. As both men lie unconscious, William watches the ref cross his arms as Wereld internally yells No! Stop! That belt should be mine! While doctors check on Wereld & Hamish and the referee runs back to the ring, William watches his victory slip away. The bell rings, the match ends, and William hears, "The referee has deemed this match a no-contest. Which means… still, your IBW Junior Heavyweight Champion… HAMISH!."

That's it. William's chance is gone. if he could move his limbs, he would have hit himself. While William lies in pain and the medics tend to him, 'Business' blares over the loud speaker. Wereld can't see the ramp, but he hears: "Holy hell, that was a great match... but these fans here in Philly deserve more. That’s why I am out here: to make two announcements. Next week, if they are both medically cleared, we will see the rematch… the IBW Junior Heavyweight Champion Hamish will defend his title one more time against William Wereld!" Wereld's eyes light up. Tuning out the rest of Croft's speech, Wereld finally begins to move, his limbs finally agreeing with him. On his feet once more, William stared daggers at Hamish. Next week, I will win that belt. You were saved by your own recklessness this week when you practically killed yourself on that moonsault, but that will not happen again. I deserve to be a champion much more than you do, and Sunday, I will finally take what's mine. As the crowd erupts in a chorus cheers at next week's announcement, William angrily shrugs off the doctors by his sides and begins to walk away through the crowd.
Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

+ 4-4 in IBW (2-3 on Collision / 2-1 on Battleground)

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