The fist crashed hard into the metal locker, denting it into a crater as Bill's knuckle's reddened from the impact. Withdrawing His fist, an angry huff could be heard which emanated deep within the masked giant as He glared menacingly at the crushed metal in front of Him.
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Now Bill was alone and expected to take Kasey's spot in the match- and no less against an opponent that would have been quick work for anyone in LAW to take on. Was Kasey scared? What compelled Him to no-show like this? Without an easy means to contact Him, Bill would only be left to stir up ideas in His mind as He paced the empty locker room, frustration causing His entire body to shake with subdued rage. He would need to let some steam off for sure- and well... if Kasey wasn't going to attend the match He was expected for, may as well make the best of a bad situation.
"THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULE FOR PINFALL OR SUBMISSION! MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING... BILL- THE CRUSHER!!!"
Stepping out onto the entrance ramp, the one thing that could be gleamed by observing Bill's body language- was intent. His forceful stride down the ramp made it clear He had nothing on His mind besides the task at hand- not a single wave, cheer or acknowledgement of the audience as He stared robotically at the ring in front of Him. His fists were curled tightly and chest was puffed out as even on the rampway, each prominent stomp of His feet could be felt by those nearby. Clambering up to the ring apron, Bill hoisted Himself up and climbed over the top rope without stopping- stepping into the ring with a slight rumble of the canvas which acknowledged His weight crashing down on it. He paced the ring over a single time, looking utterly impatient as the cheers and hollers from the crowd made it clear they were highly anticipating whatever Bill had in store- and more importantly- who He had it in store for.
