For the second time, it seemed Bill was down an opponent before the match had even started. After His encounter against Ortega Hatch wherein He had to find His disrespectful opponent fooling around on Her cellphone backstage, Bill had become more attentive to ensuring His opponents actually are present for His scheduled one on one matches. It seemed tonight before Bill was prepared to make His entrance the crew around were scrambling and questioning each other if the match would even be occurring. A long deep sigh emerged from His dark skull themed mask as He remained statuesque watching the chaos of the match needing to be re-arranged or called off last minute took place.
A production assistant nervously made their way up to the masked giant to inform Him that... Well.
Bill didn't even provide the PA the chance to speak. Before they got close enough to say whatever they expected to say; the big man was walking. Stomping each foot like an earthquake, He made His way to the locker room area of the arena to do what needed to be done to preserve the integrity of the lewd sport He held with such regard. While the mask He wore was able to cover up His expression, hiding His raw anger behind His body language would be more difficult as with fists gripped tighter than a vice and a imposing demeanour in each step, it was clear He meant business tonight.
Bill walked past many of the private locker rooms intended for upcoming match participants and eyed the names on the schedule of each one; passing by quite a few until finally coming across the name He was looking for~
"La Diablesa."
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
On the other side of the door from Her to-be opponent awaited a hulking mass of anger and muscle.
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