Post by Lance Williams on Jun 30, 2021 22:50:54 GMT -5
“Better to be known as a sinner than a hypocrite.”
UNAIRED FOOTAGE
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
JUNE 22ND, 2021
It had been a busy couple of days for “The Essence Of Egotism” Lance Williams who’d been celebrating the fact he was Proving Ground’s new X-Factor Champion. A man of his financial status knew how to throw a good celebration party too. There were no expenses spared when it came to the celebration party. Lance was definitely enjoying himself as he mingled with the guests from the higher class of society, not like the lower class of it that made up the Proving Ground and Fallout Roster. Lance was dressed in a tailored three-piece grey suit, his hair tied up at the back, and most of all, he had the X-Factor Championship around his waist. This is Lance Williams, so it was definitely there just to show off to everyone present at the party.
As Lance went from person to person at the party, it was clear to see that he didn’t care about what they had to say, just that they saw the X-Factor Championship. None of them were his friends, Lance didn’t have friends, and didn’t want any either. The fewer people in his circle, the fewer people try to take away the attention from him. The attention should always be on him, he had the body of a God and no not Buddha but a well-sculpted God, just look at the body Lance Williams had. Not only that he was a handsome guy, even more so now he has luscious long hair and not looking like a member of The Scum Patrol, Big Drip Productions. Lance wanted the attention on him and he knows he deserves it too, no matter how much people try to take it away from him.
Having mingled with the most important of the higher class people of society, Lance needed a drink, you see he used to be all about the Champagne and loved a little bit of the bubbly. Nowadays he’d rather drink a whiskey and the fact Mark Hunter preferred to do the same pissed Lance off more than it should. Lance still ordered a whiskey from the outside bar, he wasn’t about to let the fact that a lower-class member of society drinks whiskey ruin his enjoyment of it. Obviously, he is Lance Williams, a God among the higher class of men and women, and just like a God, he was going to have the best. Mark was the type of guy to get whiskey from a Walmart anyway or his brother-in-law's bar. Well, he’d probably have to stick to Walmart now since Lance’s hired gun had burned Mark Hunter’s brother-in-law's bar down.
As Lance stood there at the bar, he looked around trying to see if he could actually see the guy he calls his hired gun Mason Kane but he was nowhere to be seen. Lance pulls his phone out of his pocket looking at it to see if Mason had called or texted and nothing. So scrolling down the numerous names in his contact list, he eventually stops on Mason Kane’s name and taps on the touch screen to call him. Putting the phone to his ear, he starts to hear the calling tone but it just rings and rings before it eventually goes to answer the phone. Lance wasn’t about to talk to some stupid answer phone recording so just ends the call and slides the phone back into his pocket and orders another whiskey.
Lance doesn’t even get a chance to take a sip from his drink before his phone starts to ring inside his pocket. Letting out a deep sigh, Lance places his drink down on the bar and once again takes his phone out from his pocket. Looking at the screen of the phone he could see that it was an unknown number and swipes the screen to answer the call before placing the phone up to his ear.
“Hello, X-Factor Champion, Lance Williams here, what do I owe this pleasure, that is all yours to be able to talk to me?”
Listening to the voice on the end of the phone, you could see the smugness just drain from the face of Lance Williams. The once smug look he had was now something of anger, the vein in the side of his neck pulsating and the redness in his face clear.
“For fuck sake! This is meant to be a time of celebration and yet again Mark Hunter has tried to fucking take that away from me. Don’t worry, I’ll be straight there. That prick Markus Lee Huntington is going to pay for this, MARK MY FUCKING WORDS!!!”
That’s where the phone call ends as Lance aggressively swipes the phone screen to end the call and slides it into his pocket. Picking up the whiskey, Lance downs it in one slamming the glass down on the bar. This causes the glass to shatter sending pieces flying everywhere. I’m not sure how but thankfully Lance wasn’t cut. He wipes himself down as people look on at him not sure what to do or say. Unfortunately, one guy is stupid enough to walk up to Lance.
“What on Earth is possessing you to behave like that Mr. Williams?”
The atmosphere has gone one from celebration to one of an atmosphere you’d expect when seeing a Victoria McKenzie tweet, utter confusion, and people thinking what the fuck. Lance doesn’t say a word, he just looks at the guy who is about the same height as him but just as fat as Victoria McKenzie. You see Lance start to snarl and even you could see smoke, you’d see it coming from his nose like a Bull when it was angry. Without saying a word, Lance just sucker punches the guy, connecting with a punch right to the sweet spot of the guy's jaw. The sickening crack of bones can be heard along with the gasps of all those present at what was meant to be a celebration party for Lance.
The guy that had just been punched by Lance flops to the floor, it’s a punch even Mike Tyson or Muhammed Ali would be proud of because Lance Williams did it, therefore it was better and something they could only dream of. Lance just shrugs as most of the partygoers don’t know how to react. A couple of the top Doctors that lived in Los Angeles, California was there rush to the aid of the guy as Lance Williams walks off. Lance eventually gets to the Limousine that was on the drive of his Mansion because where else would someone as beautiful, high class, and egotistical as Lance Williams live, right?
30 MINUTES LATER…
The chauffeur brings Lance’s Limousine to a stop outside The L.A. Inmate Reception Center and gets out to open the door for Lance Williams. Lance was somewhat calmer than when he left his celebration as he stepped out of the Limousine. Lance nods his head at the chauffeur to acknowledge him for opening the door for him and heads up to The L.A. Inmate Reception Center as the chauffeur closes the door and gets back into the Limousine.
“This is the last place I want to be.”
Lance just sighs before composing himself as he steps into The L.A. Inmate Reception Center where he walks up to the policewoman who is sitting behind the reception desk. She greets Lance Williams with a smile as he responds with a smile of his own, it wasn’t quite as genuine as her smile was though. Obviously, Lance during the Limousine journey had taken the X-Factor Championship off from around his waist and left it on the seat inside of the Limousine.
“I’m Lance Alexander Williams, I’m here to bail out a Mason Kane you have here. I’m not sure why he is here but I’m sure it’s all a total misunderstanding because I can assure you that Mason Kane is an upstanding person of the community.”
Inside his head, Lance knew that was total bullshit, especially after what Mason Kane had done but Lance still says it as if he means it and even puts on the most genuine of smiles he can handle.
“Let me just have a look for you, sir.”
As the policewoman starts typing away on her computer, Lance looks around the Inmate Reception and takes in how eerie it felt just being inside the reception. Finally, the policewoman had finished what she was doing as Lance finally met her gaze again as he smiled again. That’s when the policewoman passes him a piece of paper that she’d just printed off from the computer as Lance looks at it shocked.
“How much?”
“Sir that’s the bail we need if you’re wanting to bail Mr. Kane out I’m afraid.”
Looking at the piece of paper, Lance was contemplating whether it was worth bailing him out or not. Once again he just sighs and pulls out a wad of notes from inside his suit jacket pocket. Even though he questioned about the money, it was still clear that it was pocket change to him to just be able to pull it out like he just did. Thinking about it though, Lance knew that Mason Kane would be of more use to him being bailed out than he was sitting inside. After everything Mason had done for him, how did Lance know he could trust Mason not to take Lance down with him. The only man that Lance knew he could rely on and fully trust was himself, to be honest.
“There you go, the money should all be there.”
“Thank you, Mr. Williams.”
The policewoman took the money and put it in the money counter beside her to count what money was there as Lance just rolled his eyes at that action from her.
“Right, could you please sign the bottom of that piece of paper I handed you and hand it back to me please?”
Pulling a pen from his pocket, Lance didn’t even read it, he just signed it. The quicker he was done, the quicker he could be out of that place. Once he had signed it, Lance placed his pen back in his pocket before giving the piece of paper back to the policewoman.
“Is that all I need to do?”
Lance asks as the policewoman just nods at him.
“If you go and wait out front, Mr. Kane will be straight out.”
“Thank you.”
It hurt Lance having to thank her but she was a policewoman and as much as Lance Williams hated people, he didn’t hate any of the emergency services or personnel. After they both traded smiles one last time, Lance heads outside and walks down to the Limousine where he is greeted by the chauffeur. The chauffeur opens the door for Lance Williams who gets in, seeing his X-Factor Championship there just puts a genuine smile on his face. It made him realize that what he did and does is all worth it no matter who tries to shit on it.
Now inside the Limousine, the chauffeur notices Mason Kane walk out and continues to stand there with the door open for him. Mason Kane just pats the chauffeur on the back before joining Lance inside the Limousine sitting opposite him. The chauffeur closes the door and then gets into the Limousine himself and pulling away from The L.A. Inmate Reception Center.
“I’m so glad to be out of there. Thank you, Mr. Williams. I’ll make sure it’s worth your while getting me out of there.”
Mason Kane smiles at Lance who kind of smiles back at him as much as he could.
“Markus Lee Huntington is going to pay for this. Not financially but in pain, misery, and lots of blood inside that Hell In A Cell Match!!!”
The venom was clear in the words as Lance Williams spoke them as they continued to linger in the air.
“I've waited a long time for this moment. Now no one can deny Lance Williams. All the people in the back, all the critics. They all had their words to say but now it's my turn to set the tone. The tone, however, may not suit you very much.” - Mark Hunter (Made better by Lance Williams replacing Mark Hunter’s name.)
AIRED FOOTAGE
LIMA, PERU
JUNE 30TH, 2021
“The Essence Of Egotism” Lance Williams is dressed in a three-piece navy suit as he walks down the street of Lima, Peru followed by the camera. After all the attention deserved to be on Lance Williams, whatever he did, he did it because he wanted to, not because everyone else wanted him to do so. The newfound EGO, actually the rediscovery of that EGO of Lance Williams is what sets him apart from others. No matter where Lance went, you could just see him radiating EGOTISM. Even walking down the street with the camera on him, he loved the attention and noticed how those he passed in the street looked on at him like the important person that he was.
“HYPOCRITE!!!”
Lance just shook his head.
“That’s what I see when I look at Mark Hunter. A man that stepped into Project: Honor not knowing who he wanted to be. Winning a match that he didn’t agree with but one he sure as hell won’t let you forget about either. The Purge Match, where Mark Hunter was the last man standing in it. Let’s just hope that he treasures that moment as much as he goes on about it because in that Hell in a Cell match, he sure as HELL isn’t going to still be standing. I’m going to enjoy embarrassing him personally and professionally. I hope your fiancé Jelena is watching as I tear you apart limb from limb inside that ring. I hope she rubs her pregnant belly realizing that your twins are going to grow up with a father that failed against me. A father that not only is a failure but a hypocrite too. I still remember that match where Mark Hunter cheated Dickie Watson out of the Grand Championship. Did you see what you did to him, Mark? You literally sent the man into a spiraling mess of depression and despair. So don’t you dare be a hypocrite and complain when I do the same to you. There will be one difference between Dickie and you though Mark, he has survived what you did, you will not survive what I do to you.”
The egotistical smirk on Lance Williams's face is enough to want to get a baseball bat and cave his fucking skull in.
“I wonder how Jelena is going to feel when it’s not just the twin's diapers she’ll be changing but yours too Mark. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be nothing but a fucking grown man wearing a diaper becoming the target fetish audience of John Nash Strader. You never know Mark, Jelena might in time start calling him daddy, all while you’re in your diaper, connected to a machine to live. Maybe I can once again get my hired gun Mason Kane to gain access, this time being that he would pull the plug putting an end to Mark Hunter. As good as that would be, I’d actually prefer that I was the one who pulled the plug on your life as Jelena is getting railed by a fucking Strader of all people. I guess you want to kill me right, Mark?”
The same egotistical smirk is on Lance Williams's face.
“Well, I welcome you to try to kill me but just for one moment be real here Mark. You should probably do the world a favor and get Jelena to think about doing the killing. After all, it’d make it easier on her after what happens to you on Proving Ground buddy. I know, I’m such a horrible and sick person but that’s the opinion of people that I don’t give a fuck about. The same people that would hate on you and ridicule you that now you all practice being part of the world’s longest Human Centipede for fuck sake. So before you or anyone comes at me for what I say or what I do, think back about what you’ve done and said before you start preaching towards me. Mark, you're guilty of a lot of things that you just think you can brush under the carpet now that your lips are firmly attached to Indy Darling’s ass. You of all people can not question the methods of how I become X-Factor Champion but you will because you’re a hypocrite after all.”
If Lance Williams rolled his eyes any harder they’d have seen the magnificent mind of his inside his head.
“Mark, you were the one who won the Grand Championship by cheating. So before you even try to say I’ve tainted the X-Factor Championship, think before you speak, I know it’s hard for you but try it sometime. You’ve become boring Mark, no one wants to watch your promos and hear stories about this and that. All people want is someone like Lance Williams, a man that doesn’t care what he has to do to get what he wants and at the same time is happy to accept that’s who he is. You’ve tried to change who you’re to fit other people's stories, whereas I’m happy to write my own story and don’t care if people like it or not because I do and my opinion is all that matters to me. I do what I do for me, I don’t do it for Project: Honor or the people in or outside of Project: Honor. If people agree with me or not I don’t care either Mark, as Frank Sinatra would say, I did it, I did it my way. That’s the way I’m always going to do it, whether I have to push boundaries above and beyond what normal people would do. I’m going to cross lines that people will cringe at and bitch about but I don’t care. This is my story and it’ll go however I want it to go, starting with personally and professionally ending you in that Hell in a Cell match. Once I’m done with you, I’m going to go on and do something that Shawn Warstein did against Elena DeDraca. I’m going to not only show Project: Honor that Elena DeDraca is an overhyped piece of shit but the world. I’m going to stop Elena from getting that Legacy Championship, and become a Double Champion here in Project: Honor. There isn’t anyone who is going to stop me, especially you and Christian DeMarco’s overhyped Tim Burton reject Elena DeDraca.”
Pausing for a moment to take a breath finally, Lance looks around him. He notices that people are paying him attention, after all, he is the biggest, baddest, and most beautiful person to ever be in Lima, Peru.
“Markus Lee Huntington, it was such a shame what happened to your brother-in-law's bar but it was definitely a fire that even Pyro himself would be proud of. Especially the pain and misery it has caused you and your family as it burned to the ground. Lance Williams is a fucking empire that you and no one else is going to fucking topple. Forget about Kings, Queen’s, Tyrants, and whatever the fuck else you want to go on about. There will only be one true leader here in Project: Honor and it’s always going to be Lance Williams. I’m sure that Mark has tried to prove his intelligence to all with another boring story with what he has had to say against me. When I need to sleep, I’ll put it on to watch and I’ll sleep like I have no care in the world, pretty much like usual then. Mark, when you have a little boy, do me a favor and name one of them after me, at least then they’ll be as awesome and successful as their Uncle Lance. I’ll even take a leaf out of their father's book who will be a fucking cripple after this Hell in a Cell match. I’ll tell them a story, a story about how Uncle Lance is a better man than their father and a better person than their mother who is beginning to look a lot like Ellen DeGeneres and as irrelevant too. Maybe I should do the twins a favor if Jelena is dumb enough to keep them and bring them up myself. At least that way they’d have a chance to be something in this world then.”
Lance was almost back at the hotel he was staying at, clearly, it was a higher class than what Project: Honor would’ve offered.
“There is only one story that really does matter though and that’s the story all about Lance Williams. The man that Mark Hunter tried to be and failed so is now trying to be like Indy Darling Lite. Mark, why can’t you just be yourself? Why do you always have to try and be like others? Is it because deep down you know how much of a failure you’re? We all know this about you already Mark. You can deny it all you like, it won’t matter one bit. Especially when I continue to write the story of Lance Williams. The man that destroyed Mark Hunter and his family. The man who destroyed Indy Darling for trying to take what was rightfully Lance Williams. The man who would also make a better man for Crystal Ward than Indy Darling would too. Last but not least the man who’d make a better father to Mark Hunter’s twin babies than he would too. You see, I’m “The Essence Of Egotism” Lance Williams, the man who is also known as “The Bulldozer” who destroys anyone who gets in his way. Let’s not forget about the man who is also the “X-Factor Champion” and soon to be “Legacy Champion” when he puts Christian DeMarco’s dog Elena DeDraca out of commission.”
Once again that egotistical smirk appears on Lance Williams' handsome face.
“Just know that STORY TIME is over for you Markus Lee Huntington.”
Lance had now reached where he was staying, the hotel looked absolutely amazing and as Lance disappeared into it, the cameraman was told to stop recording by security.
