Rebirth

A lot of people moan about being in the gym, Lance Williams wasn’t one of them though. No matter what he’d make sure he was in the best shape of his life. He’d just finished another brutal workout in the gym and had a shower. As he grabs his gym bag and throws it over his shoulder, his phone starts ringing in his pocket. Sliding his hand into his pocket, Lance grabs his phone and pulls it out to see that it was his dad ringing him so he answers it.

“If you’re ringing me again to tell me how disappointed you’re in me for what I’ve done I don’t want to hear it. One I don’t care about what you think and two you’re the last person I’d take advice from on what’s right and wrong to do.”

Walking out from the locker room of the gym, Lance ignores those trying to talk to him and points out that he is on the phone. Lance exits from the gym still listening to whatever his dad had to say.

“Is that so? I’m not doing anything, so I’ll head over and we’ll sort this out like men then.”

Before his dad can even answer him, Lance ends the call and slides his phone into his pocket. It was clear to see that Lance was angry as he now gets to his car. He opens it and tosses his gym bag onto the passenger seat. It’s just then that he is approached by a guy who starts begging him for some change.

“EWW!!! Get the fuck away from me. I wouldn’t even give you any change if your life depended on it.”

“PRICK!!!”

The homeless guy clearly had a death wish or was too drunk to actually care as he goes to kick Lance’s car. That car was his pride and joy, his Black and Gold Bugatti Veyron. Lance grabs the homeless guy's leg and picks him up, slamming him to the floor with a bone-crunching Spinebuster. No one stepped in or even approached to help the homeless man as he lay on the floor not being able to move. Lance kicks the homeless guy who makes a noise, Lance thought he’d killed him but thankfully he hadn’t. Lance spits at the guy, the spit hitting the side of the homeless guy's face before Lance laughs getting into his Black and Gold Bugatti Veyron. Lance fires up the car that roars ferociously as he does, and still, no one has gone to check on the homeless guy as Lance wheelspins out of there.


The Black and Gold Bugatti Veyron of Lance Williams speeds up the driveway of his dad's that goes on for a mile or so once through the gates. Lance brings the car to a screeching stop that sends dust and little stones flying everywhere. That’s when we see Lance step out of the Black and Gold Bugatti Veyron before locking it up. Lance is met by two big-looking security guys standing at the door of his dad's mansion. Lance doesn’t say a word as he walks towards them, as he gets closer they don’t move as they block him from entering.

“Sorry Lance but your dad has ordered us to stop you from entering.”

Before the two big security guards can do anything, Lance punches one of them in the throat before catching the arm of the other guy who tries to punch him. Lance breaks that guy's arm before kicking the other guy's leg out from beneath him breaking that too. As both of the security guards lay there in pain, four others come out blocking Lance from going up the stairs.

“Really? Did you not see what happened to Dumb and Dumber who tried to stop me getting in here?”

Two of the guards run at Lance who just takes them both down with a Double Clothesline sending them flipping through the air. The other two standing there contemplating on doing something but end up running out of the door stepping over the guards on their way out. Lance heads up the stairs, finally getting to his dad's office that was locked.

“Man enough to call me out on the phone but not man enough to talk to me face to face.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this Lance. Just go and I’ll make sure no one finds out it was you who took the guards out.”

“So you’ve been sitting in here watching it all?”

“Just leave!!!”

Lance has had enough, he kicks the door once as it flies open and falls to the floor. Lance’s dad was sitting at his desk in his chair just shaking his head at Lance.

“What do you have to say for yourself now Charles? Are you scared I’m going to hurt you?”

“Lance Alexander Williams! Your mother would be disappointed in you right now.”

The fists of Lance clench even tighter, the vein in the side of his neck starts to pulsate too as the anger was clear to see. Lance walks towards the desk in the office and lifts it and throws it against the wall.

“I wish it was you that died of cancer Charles and not my mom.”

You could feel the venom in those words from Lance as Charles now gets up from his feet and throws a punch connecting the ribs of Lance following it up with another two punches after. Lance stands there looking at him, clearly, Lance is pumped up from the adrenaline as he shakes off the punches pushing his dad with such force. This sends Charles flying back into the chair and the chair falling backward with Charles in it. Charles thankfully wasn’t hurt too much as he managed to get back up to his feet slowly.

“You’re going to lose everyone, Lance. Look what you did to Mark Hunter. The only friend you had. The man who stood alongside you when you went through the worst part of your life. Then you go and treat him the way you did. Not only that, look at the way you’re behaving now. What would your mom say now if she was here?”

“Mark didn’t stand alongside me because he was my friend, he wanted to take everything from me. He wanted me to have to owe everything to him. I owe Mark Hunter nothing and I certainly owe you nothing too. Where were you when I was in the hospital? Where were you when they told me I’d never walk again? Oh, that’s right. You walked away from me before that, when my mom died, you took everything from me that she left. Do you really think I’d forgive you for that? You’re only where you’re today because of the money and everything you stole from me that my mom left me. Don’t worry though, I’ll allow you to cherish what you have, it might not be today, tomorrow, next week, or even next year but everything you’ve taken from me, I will get back.”

Charles picks up the iron fire poker and goes to strike Lance’s leg with it. Even though Lance is a big guy he is still quick on his feet as he managed to avoid getting hit. Lance runs at his dad and Spears him straight through the wall of the office and into the bedroom. This causes his dad to drop the iron fire poker as Lance just kicks it away out of reach.

“I pity you and your existence Charles. I could literally end you right now if I wanted but as I said, I’ll do it when you least expect it. Maybe you should clean this mess up. One last thing too, if I don’t get that necklace that belonged to mom back it’ll be a fate far worse than this for you. I don’t even care if that whore of yours has it. It’s either you get it back or I’ll have a word with the guy on my payroll to go pay her a visit. Maybe you should give Mark Hunter a ring and ask him what that guy is capable of.”

“I should’ve made your mom get an abortion!”

That was the last straw for Lance. He walks over to Charles picking him up by the throat and slamming him back down on the floor. Only Lance doesn’t let go and does the same again only this time last does let go. Charles lays there struggling to move as he tries to say something to Lance who just brings his finger to his mouth to signal for him to shut up.

“Trust me. You’re finished, Charles. Just remember that you can run but you can’t hide. No one crosses me and gets away with it. As if you were stupid enough to believe I had forgiven you. The REBIRTH of Lance Williams is one everyone will hate, you included Charles.”

Lance just walks off laughing, leaving Charles on the floor. The wall had been destroyed, the office and Charles could barely move. Lance’s work was done here as he is now at his Black and Gold Bugatti Veyron. Lance gets in the Veyron before once again starting the car up as the engine starts to roar ferociously. Lance then wheelspins out of there leaving all the destruction behind him.

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It’s dark and all that can be heard is the noise of someone tapping on a microphone.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Well…”

“Who the hell is my opponent?”

It was still dark but there was an eerie silence.

“It’s not going to be James Raven because he left.”

“Definitely won’t be anyone else who was in the tournament because they weren’t good enough.”

“Talking about being good enough or not, MYOJIN yet again gets an opportunity at becoming the number one contender for the X-Factor Championship.”

“WHY?”

“All MYOJIN does in Project: Honor is throw the opportunities away.”

Noise can be heard, one that sounds like someone clapping their hands together. As that noise is made, the lights come on. Standing in front of the microphone is Lance Williams.

“Yes MYOJIN earns the opportunity, just isn’t good enough to win the title when it comes around to it.”

“Many failures here in Project: Honor but still MYOJIN gets opportunity after opportunity.”

“Whereas me, on my first opportunity that I’ve earned, I will be winning the Title, the X-Factor Championship to be exact.”

“Unfortunately though because of James Raven, it won’t be him that I’ll be making an example of and showing to the non-believers that I am worthy.”

“I’m sorry that you were so intimidated by me that you chose to leave Project: Honor. I’m sorry that you turned out to be like MYOJIN, to earn the opportunity to only throw it away.”

Lance just stands there shaking his head.

“Just know that I don’t care who it is standing opposite me in that ring, when I’m done they’re going to know what it’s like to be run down by THE BULLDOZER!!!”

“We all know it won’t be James Raven and if by some miracle that Indy Darling has worked his magic for it to happen, I’ll just dispose of him so quick it’ll be like he never even returned.”

“A lot of people didn’t take too kindly to what I had to say on Twitter concerning the match after James Raven left.”

“I must admit it was kind of funny to see their reactions to me thinking I should be handed the X-Factor Championship. Was so easy, I didn’t even have to try to piss off all of them, sike bitches!”

Looking at the camera, Lance just does a double gun thing with his hands before laughing.

“Of course I don’t think I should be handed the X-Factor Championship but what difference is it to Kayla Richards when she was handed the belt.”

“She said she earned it, so if she earned it, then surely I did too right?”

“Of course, it’s different because it’s me. It’s different circumstances, and you don’t like me. Good! The feelings are mutual.”

If Lance rolled his eyes any harder they’d be in the back of his head like that time he fucked Sauce’s mom.

“Just know that if I was giving the X-Factor Championship that if you consider Kayla being handed the Noble Championship as acceptable then me being handed the X-Factor Championships would be too. Don’t be hypocrites!!!”

“Obviously though it was so funny to get you all worked up over it on Twitter though and it gave me some entertainment.”

“Better than seeing people say how they’re going to change, bitch and moan about shit, Tweet at each other in the same room, and basically be an absolute fuckwit like the whole of Big Drip Productions.”

“MYOJIN… Just know that you can preach all you like, it isn’t going to get you anyway. Please do win the number one contender's match for the X-Factor Championship, so I can beat you again, and cause you to cry on Twitter.”

Lance gets his hands and wipes his eyes pretending he was crying.

“We all know that as soon as this goes out for the masses to see that you and others will straight away be hitting my phone up like a jealous fucking ex. That has just become so predictable as of late.”

“If anyone is rent-free in the mind of anyone, it’s me rent-free in the minds of everyone that believed I’d just stand there and accept being handed the X-Factor Championship.”

“I know I’ve already said about it but come on, are you all that fucking brainless?”

“Just know that I will earn the X-Factor Championship and I don’t care who I have to go through to get it.”

“Doesn’t matter if it’s Aiden Reynolds, MYOJIN, James Raven, or even anyone else who believes themselves to be worthy.”

“We know it isn’t going to be Aiden Reynolds or MYOJIN though because they couldn’t even earn their spot in the final.”

Grabbing the microphone from the stand, Lance moves closer to the camera.

“As for James Raven, as much as I wished it was him I was beating, we all know what happened there don’t we?”

“I am going to be the X-Factor Champion, I will earn it, and I sure as hell will beat whoever is retarded enough to step in that ring with me.”

“Hm. Please don’t ban me! This isn’t Twitter, so no need to be sensitive right?”

Once again the sound of laughter can be heard from Lance.

“I’ll leave the being banned on Twitter to Jason Long though since that’s his thing and he is so good at it.”

“I look at the possibilities of who I could be facing for the X-Factor Championship and to be honest none of you are worthy enough.”

“People thought I was unworthy and Indy Darling had his doubts but I earned my way to the final.”

“Even though I did earn my way to the final, people were still ignorant to realize that I earned being there.”

Lance pretends to yawn after that.

“I did exactly what they failed to do and that’s what eats them up inside. It eats them up even though I haven’t been here long. I’m going to be X-Factor Champion and they aren’t”

“It’s cool though. It’s already been established that not only Project: Honor is full of hypocrites but that Twitter is full of even more.”

“Just watch what happens at Hell On Earth. Not only will I become X-Factor Champion but I’ll be sending a message.”

“I almost feel sorry for whoever ends up standing across from me because this is about to be the easiest squash match ever!!!”

“I’m not one to discriminate, so I don’t care if it’s Rapture, Pablo Serrano, or even Indy Darling himself.”

“Hell, send Victoria McKenzie to step in the ring with me if you have to. I’d happily shut Big Bird up. Give her a dose of reality that she isn’t the biggest, the baddest, or the most beautiful because I am!”

Once again Lance shakes his head with a sadistic smirk on his face.

“Just know that the old Lance Williams is dead and gone. This is my REBIRTH!!!”

“The Essence Of Egotism, The Bulldozer, Lance Williams will be at Hell On Earth. Like a Phoenix, I have risen from the flames.”

“Yes! I’m fully aware that I said flames, no need to get an erection, Pyro.”

Moving back from the camera, Lance leans with his back against the studio wall.

“I was kidding myself if I ever thought I could be anyone else but The Essence Of Egotism. I tried to be nice but that just isn’t me. I was so deluded by being nice that I thought teaming up with Big Drip Productions was a good idea.”

“Sigh! I could’ve just sat in the fucking bath, plugged in the toaster, and dropped that in the bath to save myself from their idiotic ways.”

“Now that my REBIRTH has happened, I can see how wrong my decision-making was but that has all changed.”

“Big Drip Productions don’t belong in wrestling! Hell, they don’t even belong in music either. The Drip House is nothing but a fucking crack house.”

“You crack up every time people feel as if Lil Petey and Yung Sauce should be taken seriously. Lil Petey is competing for the Grand Championship at Hell On Earth!!!”

Still leaning against the wall, you could tell by Lance Williams's expression he was thinking what the fuck.

“WHY?”

“No, seriously… WHY?”

“All because he survived in a match originally against Ozymandias by running away and the bunch of window lickers in the crowd helping him to safety.”

“Then Mark Hunter is dumb enough to nearly lose the Grand Championship against him the next show. Do you seriously want someone that almost let that happen to be the face of Proving Ground?”

“It’s only thanks to Indy Darling that Mark Hunter is still Grand Champion. Two men that not long ago hated each other. Mark Hunter nearly breaks Indy Darling’s back in half but now look at them. HYPO-FUCKING-CRITES!!!”

The demeanor of Lance has now changed. You could see the anger and hate in his eyes.

“Indy Darling, a man that has proven time and time again he isn’t shit. A man that makes that pervert Christian DeMarco look like a fucking professional at his job and he sucks too.”

“So good luck if you have faith in Indy Darling as a General Manager. A guy that relinquishes the X-Factor Championship because he can’t wrestle anymore.”

“What did he go and do though?”

“Booked himself in a match against Mark Hunter, protecting Mark from having to defend his Grand Championship.”

“You all say that I’m not worthy and haven’t earned the X-Factor Championship but I can sure as HELL tell you that I will defend it against anyone who EARNS it!!!”

“Whereas Mark Hunter was happy to just not defend the Grand Championship. Mark Hunter is nothing but an excuse for a human being. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I will fucking do what his mother should’ve done… ABORT HIM!!!”

Lance was no longer leaning against the wall as he paced up and down.

“Talking about which, I wonder if Jelena, the woman Mark Hunter cheated on, has aborted his twins yet or not. She’d be doing the world a favor because if I have anything to do with it, the twins will be growing up with no daddy present.”

“Maybe if Jelena is dumb enough to bring the two bastards into the world, she’ll be dumb enough to take them to visit their dad who’ll be nothing but a vegetable in a vegetative state in hospital.”

“Maybe since I’ll be the reason that Mark Hunter is there, I can do the honor of pulling the plug when the time comes.”

“Don’t worry Mark, Uncle Lance will take good care of them. I’d say Jelena too but I’m not into the Justin Bieber look that you seem to be.”

“So… Whoever is the unfortunate soul facing me at Hell On Earth, just know that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to become X-Factor Champion. Make sure to prepare for the death of your career!!!”

Once “The Essence Of Egotism”, “The Bulldozer”, Lance Williams was done, he dropped the microphone to the floor. The last thing we see is Lance walking out the door as the thud of the microphone hitting the floor is deafening.