Post by Lance Williams on Apr 22, 2021 22:38:42 GMT -5
“No athlete is truly tested until they’ve stared an injury in the face and come out on the other side stronger than ever.” - Anonymous.
UNAIRED FOOTAGE
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
MARCH 18TH, 2014
Laying in the hospital bed, groggy and still only semi-conscious, he tries to sit up in bed. The morphine had made him forget that he’d not long had back surgery. As he is trying to sit up, he slides back down, in the process of this a pain shooting through his spine as he grits his teeth and punches the bars on the side of his bed.
“FUCK MY LIFE!!!”
Lance heard footsteps approaching as he looked up to see Mark Hunter.
“Things will get better mate.”
“Sure they will. My career is over, so my life may as well be too. Not only that, I have to work out who I’m in debt to as well concerning my surgery.”
As Mark sits down beside the bed, he looked as if he had something on his mind. Seeing Lance this way was definitely strange to him. A guy who was usually full of confidence and wasn’t afraid to let you know about it too.
“Lance, trust me when I say, you of all people will get through this. Deep down you may be feeling sorry for yourself but that isn’t healthy. Your career isn’t over, you have to stay strong and fight through this. As for being in debt to someone, you definitely aren’t in debt to anyone, and I know you’d have done the same for me so I’ve written the check already, I paid for your surgery in full.”
“Um…”
For once in his life, Lance Williams was at a loss for words. He struggles but signals to Mark to let him do it on his own but he manages to grab the control to the bed. Lance managed to sit the bed up so he could at least see Mark properly when he was talking to him.
“Why? Why would you do that? You don’t owe me anything, no one does. As much as I appreciate you doing it for me, I will pay you back.”
“Let’s not worry about shit like that, just focus on getting yourself better and back into the ring. I know you’ve been told that you won’t be able to wrestle again but you and I both know you’re gonna prove all doctors wrong. As soon as you can, we’re getting you back into that gym and back out there showing everyone you’re better and stronger than before.”
Not saying a word, Lance looks at Mark and can see that he was being serious. Although Lance really wasn’t sure, it was still reassuring that his friend believed that he could.
“Right now I’d just be happy to walk let alone wrestle. They knew exactly what they were doing when they did what they did to me. They saw that I was better than they realized and had them make sure I’d never be the top dog in their company. I blame UCWA for this, they never wanted me to be World Champion, they never believed in me but yet I proved them wrong. They knew I had a rematch clause and they were scared that I was going to be representing them. I didn’t fit their mould, all because I wouldn’t step in line and be who they wanted me to be. That’s the thing, I’ve never been someone to be what others wanted me to be. I’ve always walked to my own beat and I’ve always proved people wrong. They knew this and that’s why they made sure it could never happen in UCWA or anywhere now!”
Even though he was told to rest and call the nurse if he needed anything, Lance was stubborn and was adamant he could do it himself. He wanted his glass of water but it was just out of reach on the table. As Mark watched on, Lance tried his best to get the glass of water himself but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t do it.
“Do you want me to get your glass of water Lance?”
“For fucks sake! How am I ever meant to do anything for myself if I can’t even get my own glass of water?”
Once again he reached trying to get the glass of water only to end up falling out of bed and crashing to the floor with a thud. Mark did try his best to get around there to stop him from hitting the floor but unfortunately, he just wasn’t quick enough. Mark went to help Lance back to his feet but Lance was having none of it as he slapped away Mark’s hands.
“Is this what it has come to? Me always having to rely on someone to do things for me. I’ve never had to rely on anyone for anything. Now because of some piss ant company, I could be a fucking invalid for the rest of my life. Not only that, they were happy enough to cancel my contract and my health insurance and leave me here to rot.”
Lance now has managed to shuffle on his backside towards the hospital bed and grabs on to it. Mark knows how stubborn Lance is and as much as he wanted to help, he knew he had to take a step back and at least let Lance try himself even if he knew what was going to happen. You could see the pain in Lance’s face as he manages to pull himself up onto his knees still holding on to the hospital bed. After a few seconds, Lance has managed to get to his feet whilst holding onto the bed and tries to move his legs but it just wasn’t happening.
“Lance just let me help you mate.”
“NO! I got this! My legs will fucking work!”
This was upsetting to see and you could tell how upsetting it was to Lance too. No matter how much he tried to hide it, you could see a few tears stream down his face. This wasn’t something Mark had ever thought he’d see and definitely something Lance didn’t think he’d ever experience.
“WORK… JUST WORK!!!”
The frustration was starting to show more as he is now only holding onto the bed with one hand as the other one punches at his legs. The scary thing is that no matter how much or how hard he punched his legs he couldn't feel it. Lance has had enough and lets go of the bed which was the worst idea he’d had yet. Luckily as he falls this time Mark is able to catch him.
“My legs, I can’t feel my legs Mark.”
“I got you fella.”
The tears are definitely hard to hide now, it’s as if someone had turned a tap on as his eyes start flowing. Mark managed to get him back into the bed and pushed the button to call for the nurse. Mark made sure to pull the bars of the bed up both sides so something like this could be avoided again. Mark Hunter then moves the table with the water closer to Lance so he can pick it up himself and goes back to sit down where he was just as the nurse comes in.
“Nurse, I think Lance here needs some more pain relief.”
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LEGS? I CAN’T FUCKING FEEL THEM!!!”
Now Lance was in full meltdown mode, he was shouting and demanding answers as he started to rip the wires from his arm. Mark is told to leave by the Nurse as others rush in to help her. It takes six people to pin Lance down as they administer a sedative to calm him down. Mark doesn’t put up much of a fight about leaving, but he did let them know he’d be back tomorrow.
“WHA… HAV… YO… DO… TO… MY…”
Not getting the chance to finish what he was attempting to shout at them, Lance finally is out of it as the sedatives have actually kicked in. The Nurse and the others around him start to clean the blood up and stop the bleeding on his arm. The Nurse eventually gets to bandage the arm up and puts the drip in the other arm of Lance who is completely out of the count thanks to the sedatives.
Sometimes when you get disappointment it makes you stronger. - David Rudisha
AIRED FOOTAGE
BELO HORIZONTE, BRAZIL
APRIL 22ND, 2021
While most of the Proving Ground were staying elsewhere, Lance Williams made sure he was in the best hotel, with the best facilities on offer, and most of all with the luxury he was used to flaunting in people’s faces. He wasn’t one to do that anymore but he definitely was starting to feel like the old him was trying to come through. He just felt that the new attitude and the new outlook on things weren’t working out too well for him.
Lance was sitting in the outside jacuzzi he had on the roof of the best hotel Belo Horizonte in Brazil had to offer. It wasn’t just something just anyone could stay in too, he was Lance Williams and he feels that he deserves nothing but the best in life. In one of his hands, he had a bottle of Champagne and in his other hand an empty Champagne glass that he fills up before putting the Champagne back on ice. Just then Lance’s phone rings, he looks at the phone and answers it listening to what they have to say first.
“Payment has been made. I’ll follow up with the next instructions by text.”
Once he’d finished talking that was the end of the conversation as he ended the call and placed the phone down out of the way.
“Well that’s that business taken care of, so let’s get down to the business at hand at Public Execution. When I saw the card I was bitterly disappointed when I saw the match. Not at who I was teamed up with but more at who we were facing. On the last Proving Ground, I took the Grand Champion Mark Hunter to his limits. A man who I might add that even though he beat me this time, it’s still a man that only I’ve ever beaten one on one in a match. Yes, it wasn’t here in Project: Honor but it still doesn’t take away from the fact that I’m the only person to still have done it. I was disappointed because our new General Manager Indy Darling took it upon himself to book himself against Mark Hunter. That was a very selfish move on his part whether he has unfinished business with him or not that doesn’t matter. It’s a PPV where the Grand Champion could’ve been defending the Grand Championship. Indy could’ve quite easily booked the rematch of Dickie Watson versus Mark Hunter but he didn’t. Failing that he could’ve even done Lance Williams versus Mark Hunter because after all, we both have unfinished business. Now I like you Indy and know you have your reasons for doing what you’re doing but why did you have to do it on a PPV and take the chance away from everyone else?”
Pausing for a moment, Lance sipped on his Champagne savoring the taste as it went down his throat.
“Now I could sit here in this luxurious place and go on to moan and bitch about what he has done but what’s done is done. It won’t change anything, and in all honesty, I do have to take my hat off to Indy, well if I was wearing one. Even though he was told he shouldn’t be wrestling, he has gone against that and done so. I actually respect you for that Indy, most would think you’re stupid but not me. I was once in your position, albeit in a lot worse of a position than you are but still, that’s beside the point. I was told I’d never wrestle again, that possibly that I’d never even walk again. Yet here I am, in Project: Honor proving everyone wrong and not only that, showing the people that tried to end my career that I’m HARDER than ever to get rid of. That I’m BETTER than ever, FASTER than ever and most of all STRONGER than I’ve ever been. Mark Hunter may well be my friend but I’m actually rooting for you Indy. Don’t get me wrong, I still think Mark is going to beat you but I still believe you have a lot of fight left in you. I’m not here to hype Indy Darling or Mark Hunter up though, I’m here to hype up “Bulldozer” Lance Williams, the next big thing here in Project: Honor. So the last thing I will say on the matter is, I’m going to enjoy being a Lumberjack in that match and that if anyone has any ideas and tries anything against either of you, I’m going to BULLDOZE them down!”
Once again Lance sips on his Champagne thinking back to the old days in his wrestling career when he’d do it.
“Now let’s get onto the matter at hand. The matter of having to face three people who aren’t even fit to lace up my boots. Just look at Serrano Poblano, the cunt clearly made a decision to dye his hair blonde and thought it was a good idea and even to go as far as to dye a part of his goatee. Who the fuck does shit like that? The guy is clearly a fat waste of space that sits in his mother’s basement jacking off to Reddit posts. I swear he is probably the type of guy who wears a shirt with flames on and thinks it’s cool. That wasn’t even cool when they were supposedly in fashion but let’s not talk about fashion with a guy called Serrano Poblano. Your parents may have just named you Stupido El Retardo. Okay, okay, that wasn’t good saying that but it’s as stupid as saying your name is to be fair. Come on, tell me I’m wrong, it’d be like telling me two and two equals five.”
“I’m not always such a horrible guy, I’m just a little frustrated that I’ve been disrespected by having to face you and the masked muppets. I swear to God right now, if you even once look at me with that shit eating grin of yours, I’m going to drop you on your head harder than your mother did at birth. It’s clear to see that you must be fifty plus in age, if you’re not then please tell me what you do so I don’t end up looking like that at whatever age you are. Honestly when I look at you Sage McBeige you have a face that only a mother could love, I just hope she loves you just as much when I rearrange your face to look like The Elephant Man. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pick on the disadvantage, should I? Don’t worry, as a way of apology, when Cadillac, Emmanuelle, and I win, I’ll give you my autograph so you actually have something of value in your valueless life.”
Once Lance had finished laughing, he once again takes a sip of his Champagne.
“Rapture what you gonna capture? Well nothing but an ass beating courtesy of “Bulldozer” Lance Williams, Cadillac, and Emmanuelle. I’m guessing looking at that mask of yours that what’s underneath is a lot scarier. I’ve eaten hot and spicy chicken wings scarier than you, especially when it comes to the bum burning syndrome. Damn! That brings back bad memories of that time Yung Sauce’s mom made them but it wasn’t me that ended that night with a sore bum. Note to self, use more lube on her next time.”
As Lance pours himself some more Champagne, he tries to hold back the laughter but can’t. He ends up putting the Champagne back on ice again before sipping at his Champagne.
“I was going to say jokes aside but it’s not the case with facing Rapture and the other two Looney Tunes. All three of you are fucking jokes and a shit stain on society. Rapture I dare you to bring a knife to the fight if you want, but I’m warning you it’d be pointless to bring it to a gun show.”
Putting the Champagne glass down, Lance flexes showing them big guns of his that he is talking about.
“Just know Rapture that no matter what you do or what you try, you just aren’t good enough to compete with me let alone beat me in or out of a wrestling ring. I’m above you and you know it. Now enough about dumber and dumber let's get to dumbest, El Puma or should I say Nacho Libre. Well, the difference between Nacho Libre and you is one is funny and one is El Puma. Of course, I’m talking like an idiot, how else could you understand me? I have to act dumb to get through to you, Rapture, and Serrano. If I was to use words like ambidextrous you wouldn’t know what it means even if I beat it into you with both hands. I better stop with the jokes though and save it for Public Execution where you, Rapture, and Serrano become the joke.”
“One final thing before I go and relax in this amazing Jacuzzi with this Champagne you could just dream about buying. At Public Execution, Cadillac, Emmanuelle and I are going to make quick work of you. To be brutally honest, I could give them both the night off and destroy you myself. Anyway, I’m done and I need to get these creeps out of here, I’m expecting company and not about to make a Porn Movie in a Jacuzzi for them.”
With that, he signals for the camera crew to go away as he sits back and relaxes with his champagne in hand.
