Post by Lance Williams on May 19, 2021 22:02:14 GMT -5
“I love when people underestimate me and then become pleasantly surprised.” - Kim Kardashian
UNAIRED FOOTAGE
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
MAY 16TH, 2021
The home of Lance Williams wasn’t like anyone else's home. It was full of expensive artwork on the wall, furniture throughout the place, and a TV that would put a Cinema to shame. Lance’s home was his kingdom and he definitely lived like a king in it that was for sure. If Lance likes something he buys it no matter what the price tag is. That can be seen by the unusual ornaments and pieces throughout Lance’s home.
Lance was dressed in his workout gear as he headed out to his garage where his vehicles are being cleaned. Lance had a wide range of vehicles from motorbikes to cars to even limousines too. Only when he gets there he is met by the guy who cleans his vehicles standing there panicking. The guy starts to panic more when he sees Lance Williams standing there in the doorway of the garage that leads into his house. Well, I say house, it’s more like a mansion and one of the ones that clearly screams money when you see it from the outside just as much as the inside of it.
“What’s going on? What have you done Jack?”
“There’s a scratch on your limousine, I’m sorry Lance.”
“Sorry! You will be fucking sorry!”
Lance pushes past Jack, sending him falling to the floor as Lance makes his way over to the limousine in question. Lance looks at the limousine seeing the scratch and is instantly enraged when he lays his eyes on the scratch.
“How the fuck have you done this? You know I only got this one yesterday you fucking retard!”
“Lance… I’m sorry, really, really sorry.”
Without saying anything, Lance walks over to Jack and with one hand lifts Jack up off the floor by the throat as he pushes Jack up against the wall.
“I pay you to clean my cars not fucking destroy them you absolute vermin-faced twat!”
Jack tries to say something but the grip that Lance has is making it hard for Jack to speak.
Without warning Lance Chokeslams Jack onto the bonnet of the limousine making a massive dent as Jack slides off onto the concrete floor.
“Now look at what you made me do. I swear I fucking employ clowns. Not only do I have to put up with them in my workplace, I now seem to have to do so at home too.”
Walking around to where Jack was laying on the floor, Lance looks down at him as Jack lays there trying to talk between holding his throat. However, Lance puts his finger to his own lips and signals for him to shut up.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t just throw you through that fucking wall over there? It’s not my fault that you can’t afford nice shit like this, that you have to go around destroying other people's well-earned property.”
“Please… Lance… I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to do my job and used the wrong thing to polish it with.”
There were no signs at all that Lance was about to calm down as he now puts his foot on Jack’s knee applying pressure.
“Do I look like I give a fuck if you meant to do it or not? You’re meant to be the best in your line of work and you go and fuck up like this. I should fucking fire your ass!”
“I need this job, Lance. I have a family to provide for.”
“Do I fucking look like a fucking charity to you?”
Jack screams out in pain as Lance applies more pressure with his foot to Jack’s knee starting to crush it against the concrete. Jack is in too much pain to answer him as he continues to yell out in pain.
“Well? Do I?”
Jack starts shaking his head as well as pleading and begging for Lance to stop. Lance does stop and takes a step back.
“Thank you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Please just don’t fire me.”
“Look at the state of you. Begging and pleading like some dirty homeless bitch.”
“I know you’re a good man Lance, I know that beneath that anger that you have a kind heart.”
“Do I though? Do I really? Maybe that’s why people underestimate me and try to take me for a fucking joke. That’s what you’re doing isn’t it?”
Before Jack can answer he is scared shitless as Lance goes to kick his head against the limousine only for Lance to end up kicking beside Jack’s head.
“Consider yourself fucking lucky Jack. Get out of my sight!!!”
“What… What about… My job?”
“Your job? Be grateful you’re fucking walking away. I’ll make a deal with you. Stay away from me, as far as possible. I won’t charge you for the damage and I’ll pay you until the end of the month. What do you say to that?”
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!!!”
Jack doesn’t say another word as he runs off as fast as his legs can take him as Lance just stands there smirking.
“I swear the next person to underestimate me or taking advantage of me is going to fucking regret it.”
Just then Lance’s mobile starts to ring as he looks at the phone and just smirks even more as he sees the name on the phone.
“The reality is that I've been counted out for a very long time and people continue to underestimate me and I continue to overperform.” - Letitia James
AIRED FOOTAGE
CURITIBA, BRAZIL
MAY 19TH, 2021
Once again Lance Williams was in his hotel room, not one provided by Project: Honor because he wasn’t satisfied with just your run-of-the-mill hotel or hotel room that they’d supply. Instead, he’d got the best hotel he could find and got the best suite he could possibly get also. Money wasn’t a problem for Lance and it hadn’t been for a long time, he had enough money to just sit and set on fire if he wanted to but fire wasn’t his thing.
The hotel was decorated with artwork that only peasants could dream of ever seeing in person let alone owning. The luxuriousness of the hotel room is what Lance was all about though. He loved to live the high life and he usually didn’t throw it in people’s faces that he could do so but lately he’d started not to care what people thought. As Lance sat in the hotel room, he wasn’t dressed down like he usually was but he was dressed in an expensive black tailored suit with smart shoes that people couldn’t even buy with a month's wage.
Lance was sitting on a chair in front of the camera but it wasn’t just any chair, it was a chair that was quietly easily worth more than the houses of the peasants here in Brazil owned. Lance had slowly started getting pissed off with a lot of things and was slowly falling back into his old ways. It’d helped in his last two matches with him being able to pick up the win in both.
“Since I signed to Project: Honor it hasn’t really been the best of times for me to be honest. After all, I lost my first three matches here. I guess that was because I just wasn’t being true to who I am but things have changed and will continue to change. As much as Cadillac Jackson will want you all to believe otherwise, I was the reason that Emmanuelle, him, and I won the Six Person Tag Match. I controlled that match and I was the one who got the pin in that match too. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I didn’t need Cadillac and quite frankly I could’ve done it without Emmanuelle too. Then we go on to my second win, a win against the delusional Cadillac where I didn’t even need to break a sweat. So I’m now on a winning streak that I don’t intend on letting end so sorry about your damn luck MYOJIN. I already know that I’m the underdog in this match and in the X-Factor Championship Tournament overall.”
Lance just sighs and shakes his head.
“No one in Project: Honor expects me to beat MYOJIN, and no one didn’t expect me to even be in the running to be part of the X-Factor Championship Tournament. I see all the drama that is going on here in Project: Honor and it’s just laughable. You got Mark Hunter not defending his Grand Championship for so long only to end up facing Lil Petey for it. Don’t get me wrong, I like Lil Petey but even after that clown-like behavior against Ozymandias, he doesn’t deserve a Grand Champion shot. Now I bet people are saying the same about me with the X-Factor Championship but that’s where we differ Petey. I’m here in this tournament doing what people should have to do to compete for a Title here in Project: Honor or any wrestling company for that matter. I’m going out there and earning the right to compete for the X-Factor Championship, albeit people may question me being in the Tournament but they’d all agree that I deserve to be where I am more than you deserve to be where you’re Petey.”
“There are only four of us left in the X-Factor Championship Tournament now. Obviously myself, MYOJIN, Aiden Reynolds, and James Raven. So there are some big names in this Tournament, only I’m not considered one of them. That’s fine by me, feel free to underestimate me and write me off before I’ve even stepped in that ring against MYOJIN. Even James Raven expected it to be Aiden Reynolds and himself in the final of the Tournament. The hissy fit he actually had all because he has had to face Aiden so early on, even to accuse Indy Darling and Rock Johnson that they set this up. James can’t accept the fact that it was random, he behaved like a spoiled brat expecting to get his own way only for his temper tantrum to get him nowhere. I just can’t wait for the reaction when I prove everyone wrong and beat MYOJIN to go on to face whoever I do in the final. Maybe I should be like everyone else and just assume who I will face after laying waste to MYOJIN. Actually, I should throw my toys out of the pram and have a temper tantrum of my own. A temper tantrum about the fact no one thinks I’m capable of winning this Tournament and becoming X-Factor Champion. Well, guess what everyone? I’m going to enjoy BULLDOZING my way through the competition and proving you all wrong.”
Pausing for a moment, Lance fixes his tie as a smirk appears on his face.
“MYOJIN… The Choke Artist in more than just one way. Whether it be as a submission artist or at choking when it comes to the big moments. Well, I’m afraid this moment is just going to be one of those where you choke again. With the number of opportunities you’ve had and thrown away, you must enjoy the disappointment of never getting the job done. I’m sure Himari is used to that disappointment too, if she ever needs a real man, she can hit me up and I’ll show her what she’s missing out on. Oops! Did I make you mad MYOJIN? Please tell me that I did. For so long I’ve held my tongue and held back on being who I am. Now I’m just going to say how it is, and do what I want, when I want. Try and stop me MYOJIN or are you just going to choke again?”
“Let me answer that question for you. Of course, you’re going to choke again, that’s all you do. Yes you may have a win over me in a Tag Match but this is different, this is just you and I sunshine. There will be no one to save you and no one holding me back. I’ve been held back for way too long now and that ends. The old Lance Williams is coming back, bigger, better, and stronger than before. You and I could’ve been friends MYOJIN. Actually, I’m lying, I could never be friends with someone who chokes as much as you do. You may have accomplished things over places but not as much as you’ve choked wherever you have gone. Choking has and will always outweigh what you’ve accomplished. Just like when you face me, you’re not going to get past me and you sure as hell aren’t going to be X-Factor Champion. MYOJIN you’re not worthy to hold that belt and soon enough I’ll prove that you’re not worthy to be in the same ring as me. I don’t care what you’ll tell me you’ve done and what you can accomplish because none of that will matter when I’ve thrown you to the curb.”
Once again Lance pauses for a moment, a smug grin appears upon his face. The sort of grin you just want to wipe off his face.
“No longer will people underestimate Lance Williams. I’ll gladly fight anyone, anywhere, and show them that I am worthy. I want that X-Factor Championship and when I want something I will get it no matter what it takes. For too long people have seen me as a sidekick to Mark Hunter and as just his friend that beat him once. Might I add that I’m still the only one to have beaten him one on one. You know, the man who is Grand Champion and the man who is clearly Indy Darling’s golden boy given the only Title defense he will have had is against Lil Petey. Don’t worry, when I do become X-Factor Champion I will be a fighting Champion and I won’t be facing off against those that don’t deserve it. So MYOJIN, all the time I’m X-Factor Champion you better kiss your chances goodbye because a choke artist like you certainly isn’t worthy of facing a fighting Champion like me.”
“MYOJIN get in the BIN! I know I shouldn’t be so mean to you, especially when it’s already clear that you’re a sensitive little flower. I can’t wait to get back to my hotel room after BULLDOZING my way through you than getting to see you cry about it on Twitter. The amount of crying, bitching, and whining I see you do is ridiculous. Don’t worry though, I’ve already bought a constellation prize for you, a box of tissues. You’re definitely going to need them, maybe I should give Noah a ring and see if he can build me an Ark so I don’t drown in your tears along with everyone else. I could’ve been nice to you like I’ve previously been MYOJIN but that isn’t who I am, that’d be setting a bad example to everyone out there that says just be yourself. Only the problem with MYOJIN being MYOJIN is that it is like telling a baby no you can’t suck on mommies titties.”
Lance starts rubbing his eyes pretending to cry before he bursts out laughing.
“I already know that you’re going to be cliché and say that I’m either taking steroids or I’m slow because I’m a big man. Well, I’ve never touched steroids in my life, I hate drugs and I’m certainly not slow. I may be a big man but I can still run rings around you and I’m happy to prove that amongst everything else I’ve said. You’re also probably going to say that just because I have the strength that it doesn't mean I’m going to get the better of you. I already know that I'm more than just my strength and more than just my muscle. I’m a hybrid wrestler, not only am I big and strong but I’m technically magical, I’m quicker than most, and I can pull off a few submissions of my own. I’m also expecting you to tell me how you can manipulate joints, do this, and do that. Well, I’ve got news for you MYOJIN, I don’t give a fuck about what you can do because it just won’t be good enough MYOJIN THE CHOKE ARTIST!!!”
“I used to be just like you MYOJIN. Rely on being able to manipulate joints and rely on my submission skills only there was one difference, I didn’t choke. I didn’t throw away opportunities and I’m not about to start doing that now either. You can get on Twitter and complain about what I’ve said. Say how I’ve made this personal and how I’m going to pay for what I’ve said. I already know that’s what you’re like MYOJIN because you’ve become predictable. There’s nothing about you that makes you stand out from anyone else. What have you done here in Project: Honor to make me believe otherwise? NOTHING… ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!”
“There is no point in telling me about how you’ve faced Dickie Watson for the Grand Championship only to fail. I’m sure there are other things you may have come close to having done and failed to accomplish but they’re as memorable as you’re here in Project: Honor. I know I’ve mentioned it a lot but choking is the only memorable thing about you MYOJIN. Earlier I said I was sorry about your damn luck, I take that back because I’m not sorry one bit. I sure as hell won’t be sorry to be the reason you’ll get on Twitter and think about quitting again only for you to disappoint everyone and actually not follow through and do so. One last thing before I go rub elbows with the rich and famous.”
Once again pausing, Lance lets that last part linger for a little longer before continuing.
“I will no longer be underestimated. The era of “Bulldozer” Lance Williams is here!!!”
With that done, Lance gets up from the chair and just leaves the hotel suite, the last thing being that we see is the suite door closing behind him.
