Post by Lance Williams on Jul 25, 2021 22:45:40 GMT -5
“Misinformation is a virus unto itself.” Brianna Keilar
UNAIRED FOOTAGE
FLIGHT FROM SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA TO
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
JULY 17TH, 2021
It was the following day after the Proving Ground show, it was quite early in the morning too. Lance Williams and his Hired Gun, Mason Kane were on a flight back from Sydney, Australia to Los Angeles, California. Obviously, Lance Williams was traveling First Class and since Mason Kane was with him, he was getting the privilege of doing so too.
“Shame you didn’t win that Opportunity Knocks Rumble.”
All Mason gets from Lance is a glare as Mason just grins.
“All I’m saying is that you should’ve won that. You were in it for fifty minutes and thirty-three seconds. That’s an achievement in itself.”
“Yes. I should’ve won the Opportunity Knocks Rumble. I didn’t but as you just said yourself, I got the achievement of being the longest in it. Also, the ending of the match since I was no longer in it was fun to see. To see Dickie Watson happy that he’d won only for him to forget about Cadillac Jackson. Then seeing Cadillac throw Dickie over the top rope was amazing. I may well be Mr. Ironman but I’d much rather prefer I was still that as well as also being the number one contender to the Grand Championship. I feel like MYOJIN right now. Earned something but at the same time I still couldn’t get the job done that I needed to.”
The sound of a deep sigh comes from Lance and Mason just facepalms mockingly.
“There’s a difference between you and MYOJIN though Lance.”
“I know. There are a lot of differences. I’m hot, have a body that only MYOJIN could dream of, and I have my X-Factor Championship and he doesn’t.”
The shake of the head and the fact he rolled his eyes, just says it all from that reaction by Mason Kane.
“I’m pretty certain you’re never going to find someone who loves you as much as you love yourself. The worst thing about that is, I actually think that’ll always be the case and that it doesn’t bother you.”
“A wise woman once said to me, nobody can make you happy until you’re happy with yourself first. Which is true. My dear ol’ mom was full of wisdom. She’d have a quote ready for any situation to make you feel better.”
Starting to notice he was revealing too much about himself, Lance stops himself in his tracks.
“Anyway. I’m happy with myself finally so I’m one hundred percent certain that someone can make me happy too. It is true though, I do love myself and it’s probably true that I won’t find someone who loves me more than myself, and no, it really doesn’t bother me.”
“Knew it!”
They both laugh a little as it was clear as day that Lance Williams was in love with himself.
“KnEw It!”
Once again, Mason Kane just shakes his head side to side before rolling his eyes, something he did a lot around Lance.
“Real good. I see you’ve enrolled in the Humor 101 class taught by Lil Petey.”
“Come on Mason. You and I both know that Lil Petey didn’t even learn his ABCs until last week. There is no way he can teach a class even if he does dress up like an English Teacher.”
“Good point there.”
Lance flicks his hair to the side of his head.
“Let’s get back to being serious. If anyone was to overhear us they’d think we were like Big Drip just with more talent.”
Both Lance and Mason roll their eyes at that one.
“I wonder how Mark Hunter is feeling? After all, we didn’t do what he was expecting plus he failed against Elena DeDraca.”
“Mason. It was obvious that the Jason Long of Proving Ground wasn’t going to win against her. I bet he spouts off about how it doesn’t matter if he won or not. He’ll just congratulate Elena and give her the moment she deserves.”
“We both know that he is only saying that because he didn’t have Indy Darling there to save him.”
“True. The worst thing is that the first sniff Mark Hunter got of Fallout, he had to pull out a gimmick like the one he did. Even after all the dramatics and bullshit that he tried to pull during the match, he still lost. Even something as stupidly insane as The Evil Within and he still isn’t the Legacy Champion. See, if he hadn’t got so lucky against me, I wouldn’t have disgraced Proving Ground in the way he did. There was nothing Proving Ground about him. A true representative of Proving Ground wouldn’t have made themselves up to be a fucking clown and a bad imitation of Pennywise at that too. I swear, even if it is just in passing, the next time I see Mark Hunter, I’m going to cave his face in with my fist.”
Finally, Lance stops and takes a breather as he finally notices that Mason is snoring away already.
“I guess he decided to watch Lil Petey wrestling. That’d bore me off to sleep too.”
With a shrug of the shoulders, Lance lays his seat back and gets comfortable for the rest of the long journey ahead.
“It's now very common to hear people say, 'I'm rather offended by that.' As if that gives them certain rights. It's actually nothing more... than a whine. 'I find that offensive.' It has no meaning; it has no purpose; it has no reason to be respected as a phrase. 'I am offended by that.' Well, so fucking what." - Stephen Fry
AIRED FOOTAGE
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
JULY 25TH, 2021
There was a camera all set up in the middle of the room. The room itself had plain white walls with absolutely nothing at all on them. Set up in front of the camera is a comfy leather-looking chair, one you’d probably use to sit in front of a computer at a desk with. The comfy-looking leather chair was on wheels like a computer chair, the arms fortunately on this one were leather too and not plastic like some cheap and tacky looking thing. That’s when footsteps can be heard, from out of the shot, footsteps that are getting closer with every footstep you hear. Eventually, Lance Williams walks into the shot with the X-Factor Championship over his shoulder and no emotion at all on his face as he sits down in the leather chair which is in front of the camera. There was a wooden table next to the leather chair. Lance took the X-Factor Championship from his shoulder, carefully folding the straps before placing it down onto the table. In front of the X-Factor Championship with a couple of bottles of water. Lance gets himself comfortable before he clears his throat.
“This time ladies and gentleman I’m not going to do anything extravagant or as some would say egotistical. I’m just going to keep it simple this time around as you can see.”
There was still no show of emotion on Lance’s face as he sat there.
“Something that has come to my attention though needs to be addressed and therefore I need to deal with that matter first. Dickie Watson. The gutter rat of Project: Honor. The man who believes his slanderous ways were clever. I have no idea what planet you’re from but I’ve not refused to face anyone. It doesn’t matter if I’d have faced Aiden Reynolds who lost when it came to being given the chance to earn it. It wouldn’t have even mattered if I’d had faced MYOJIN again who I defeated on my way to earning my spot in the final. Hell, someone else who hadn’t earned it like Aiden and MYOJIN could’ve been given the chance to face me. It wouldn’t have mattered who it was, I’d have still walked out with the X-Factor Championship. No one was going to stop me, I was going to do whatever it took to get the X-Factor Championship. I wasn’t the one who fucked off after earning my spot. The fact you tried to slander my good name with your bullshit is not on Dickie Watson. I’d like for all the sheep that haven’t been taken in by the shit that spews from Dickie’s mouth to listen up carefully. I didn’t refuse to have a match with Aiden Reynolds. Also Shit Lip Watson, since I didn’t refuse the first time, as you put it. No, I won’t pussyfoot out of a match with Aiden Reynolds. I won’t pussyfoot out of a match with anyone. Just know that if you haven’t earned the right to face me for the X-Factor Championship, it will be in a Non-Title Match. Since Dickie Watson loves so much to make shit up that isn't true, allow me to tell you something that's actually true. I was the one who lasted the longest in the Opportunity Knocks Rumble. Fifty minutes and thirty-three seconds to be exact. Now Watson might have thought he’d won, but the best sight I got to see was when Cadillac Jackson threw Dickie Watson out of the ring. Just witnessing Dickie failing at getting the opportunity to go for the Grand Championship again was awesome to see. I bet Dickie was feeling like he was back in the children's home getting his lollipop stolen again. Only this time he didn’t have his big sister Elena to help him.”
As “The Essence of Egotism” pauses, he shakes his head side to side too.
“I can put up with a lot of things being said about me. What I won’t let go unnoticed though is something that is so blatantly a lie. I could actually take legal matters against you if I wanted to Dickie. For the defamation of character. After all, you were making a false and harmful statement about me that wasn’t true at all. It’d be funny to see Dickie ending up with imprisonment or a fine because of it. I know I’d much prefer the imprisonment to be honest. Just be grateful that I am an upstanding member of society and that I’m not that petty but you better remember, I will call you out on your bullshit. It doesn’t matter how much you bitch or complain about it, it won’t change the fact you did what you did. As I’ve already mentioned I did not refuse to face Aiden Reynolds and had he been worthy and earned the opportunity as I had, I’d have faced him if that’s what management wanted. Even someone with the connections that I have, I still didn’t have the pull to make management decide what they did. So before trying to destroy someone with something that isn’t true, try to think about it before you open that mouth of yours again. Now that you’ve had that lecture you naughty orphaned little boy, I have something for you and everyone else to see and I’ll hold it up to the camera for you.”
Reaching into his pocket, Lance pulls out his mobile phone. Using his fingerprint to unlock the phone before holding it up to the camera to show what he was on about.
Edgelord
/ˈɛdʒlɔːd/
Noun INFORMAL
A person who affects a provocative or extreme persona, especially online (typically used of a man).
"Edgelords act like contrarians in the hope that everyone will admire them as rebels."
After a couple of minutes of that being all you can see, Lance moves his phone away from the camera and just rolls his eyes. With the push of a button, he locks the screen of his phone before sliding it back into the trouser pocket that he got it from.
“Let me just start by saying, I don’t give a fuck if anyone admires me or not for who I am. I’m not trying to be anyone but myself. I’m not someone from Fallout who plays up to a Gimmick. I’m just being who I truly am, a better person than anyone around me. That might come off as egotistical but as I’ve previously said, I don’t give a fuck. I don’t deliberately say things that are controversial, offensive, taboo, or nihilistic. I also don’t say anything to shock others to appear cool, or edgy. I say what I want when I want just like I’ll do what I want when I want to. It’s up to others if they choose to like it or not but either way it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. You’re of course welcome to your opinion though Dickie, even if it’s wrong. I’m definitely not an Edgelord though, so I’m glad we got that straight. I’m just surrounded by sensitive snowflakes, ones who can’t accept the truth, and ones who like to make shit up about me.”
Lance just shrugs his shoulders before moving on.
“I could go on and on about the subject but I don’t want Dickie to go on about how I’m repeating myself or repeating what others say. I’m not even sorry that your sister Elena abandoned you Dickie, it was bound to happen when she’d had enough of you and eventually Aiden will do the same. Actually, I doubt Aiden would be smart enough like Elena to do that, to be honest. Especially since you both joined the Tag Championship Tournament. Like I said before, all the time Legacy were Champions, you didn’t even bother with them. Now that they’re not here you’ve jumped at the chance, and to think the audacity you had to say I took an easy route to become the X-Factor Champion. At least I destroyed the greatest X-Factor Champion there ever was. Good job that I’m X-Factor Champion now because no one else in Project: Honor is willing to do what it takes to make that a thing of the past. Indy Darling was the greatest X-Factor Champion but now I’m the greatest X-Factor Champion. I proved what I was capable of in the Opportunity Knocks Rumble and I am happy to do so again. For someone who had to mention my time siding with Big Drip Productions only to actually be teaming alongside one of them against me is laughable. I made a mistake, that I will hold my hands up to. I’m glad I saw sense with the Big Drip thing and the whole stupid Dripdozer bullshit. I swear it should be Champions versus Big Drip Version Two. I guess Dickie would be considered the Yung Sauce of the group and MYOJIN as the TJ Thompson of the group. Along with the biggest joke of the group being himself, Lil Petey the man who doesn’t earn a thing but gets it anyway. I know, I know, that’s what you think about me that I don’t earn shit and didn’t earn the X-Factor Championship but like I previously said, I accept that it’s your opinion but it doesn't stop it from being wrong.”
For the first time, Lance shows emotion as a smirk appears on his face.
“Do you think I should say more about you Dickie? Or do you think I’ve wasted enough time on you? After all, there are two other people on your team, one of which doesn’t even deserve the air he breathes. I’m sure if Ozy doesn’t choke the life out of him, I’d be willing to oblige and be the reason Petey can no longer wrestle. Well, I say wrestle but you and I both know he isn’t a wrestler and definitely isn’t capable of being so either. Petey isn’t only an embarrassment to Project: Honor but an embarrassment to wrestling worldwide. I think I answered my own questions. I clearly have nothing else to say about Dickie Watson. Before I continue let me check my list on what I could’ve covered but haven’t. Hmm. I could’ve mentioned about him being a bitch ass who moans but covered that before so pass. There’s always the part where I could mention him Tweeting about someone subtweeting like a little bitch. Then add to the fact that he is doing the same in return to whoever he is on about this time. Who knows and who cares? I don’t know and I don’t care. By Dickie logic though, I’ll care because I mentioned it but if that’s the case he always cares when he mentions it. You know that schoolyard shit, whatever you say you are, is what you are. I could also mention Dickie not liking his integrity questioned, not failing the people around him, and not about to start doing so now. The only thing is, you have failed those around you Dickie. You failed your big sister Elena. You failed her when you flopped when facing her for the Legacy Championship and tried to make it all about you. You’re just a selfish prick Dickie, you couldn’t stand the fact that Elena DeDraca is ten times the person you’ll ever be. You can’t stand the fact that no matter what you do in Project: Honor you’ll always be in her shadow. I think that’s the list checked off now, so I’m definitely done with verbally owning Dickie and look forward to physically owning him in the ring.”
After Lance had run his hand through his hair, he readjusts in his seat to make himself comfortable again. Lance was sitting there in a black three-piece suit with the two top buttons of the white shirt undone and black shoes to finish the outfit off.
“Lil Petey, a name nearly as funny as his wrestling ability. You’ve been lucky up until now. I’d fire the hairdresser you go to as well. Especially if you walked in there asking for a cool hairstyle only to walk out looking like you have the same perm as your grandma. If you don’t have a grandma or she died, that’s just bad luck for you because her hair would still look a lot better than yours. Are you angry Petey? Please tell me that I’m getting inside your head like I do everyone else's. Everyone else is too stupid to admit that I’m inside their head but trust Mr. Ironman when he says that he is. Since I’m guessing you’re stupid too, Mr. Ironman is me, the man who lasted the longest in the Opportunity Knocks Rumble. I was in the ring for fifty minutes and thirty-three seconds therefore that’s fifty minutes and thirty seconds longer than you’ve ever lasted. Take that however you will, I honestly don’t give a fuck. You had a Grand Championship Match and won only to be screwed out of it again by Indy Darling. Why haven’t any of you realized by now that Mark Hunter is Indy Darling’s Golden Boy? That’s the only reason Mark Hunter got it back only to go and lose it anyway. Unfortunately for poor Mark Hunter there was nothing Indy Darling could do this time to stop it. Indy was so embarrassed by the thought of you being Grand Champion Petey and it’s something that I actually agree with him on. It would be an absolute disgrace if Lil Petey was the Grand Champion. That along with Mark Hunter being Golden Boy is why you aren’t holding that Title and rightfully so.”
Lance grabs the bottle of water from the table beside him and unscrews the cap.
“Drifting away from Lil Petey, and onto Indy Darling. Indy what are you going to do for what I did to you? Are you going to be a scaredy-cat and do nothing? I’m the reason you had to miss a show. Just know that if you ever get in my way, I’ll be the reason you’re in a hospital bed next time. It doesn’t matter if Mark Hunter tries to come to your aid. I’m inside his head, I can break that man anytime I want to. Just like I can break you anytime I want to as well. So if you want to be man enough and do something about it, I dare you, if not, give Crystal Ward your balls so she can put them back in her handbag.”
Finally, Lance takes a couple of swigs from the already opened bottle of water. Once he is done, he screws the cap back on and puts the bottle back down on the table.
“I still can’t get my head around the fact that anyone takes Lil Petey seriously though. A failed Soundcloud Rapper who is soon to be known as a failed wrestler too. I definitely wasn’t myself when I first signed up to Project: Honor but I’m so glad I woke up and came to my senses. Big Drip is a terrible name but that doesn’t surprise me with members who call themselves Lil Petey and Yung Sauce. Hey, Petey you really are ruining my vibes though and I don’t like that. What I do like though is the thought of seeing you across from the ring from me and getting my hands on you. You thought what Ozy did to you was bad, well guess what Lil Asshole? When you step in that ring with me, you’re going to get a dose of reality. Reality is going to hit you so hard when I hit the Torture Bomb on you. The clue is in the name of what it is like… TORTURE!!!”
The sinister feeling of his laugh can be heard before it becomes a sinister smirk instead.
“I’m going to enjoy hurting you, Petey. I’ll enjoy every moment of throwing you around the ring like the Lil Peanut you are. Do you honestly think Dickie and MYOJIN are going to protect you? Honestly do be serious, I don’t fancy your chances, not one LIL bit. The team of Lance Williams, Ozymandias, and Emmanuelle is a far better team than the parody of Big Drip consisting of Dickie Sauce, TJ MYOJIN, and Lil Petey. I think I’d rather catch the fucking plague than ever be seen teaming with you again Petey. The only reason that you’ve been able to accomplish what you have Petey is that you’ve been a very lucky boy. That all changes on Proving Ground, your luck has run out. It still irks me that you’ve been allowed to stay around here in Project: Honor for a whole damn year. As much as it does irk me though, I guess Project: Honor does need someone around to give others an easy win against. If you and I were one on one Petey, I’d fucking murder you. Only before I did murder you, I’d torture you, play with my prey so to speak before I end you. I wouldn’t even care if you were to get run down by a car Petey, in fact, I’d probably just stand there and laugh, maybe even walk over and help you up. Only once I’d helped you up, I’ll be sending you crashing back down to the floor with a Torture Bomb.”
Once again Lance picks the bottle of water up and unscrews the cap. After he’d done that, Lance took a breather just long enough to guzzle down the rest of the bottle. The bottle now empty, Lance screwed the cap back on and put the empty bottle back down on the table.
“When I look at Lil Petey, I don’t see a wrestler. I see the male version of a woman who’d have an OnlyFans account. Not because you’re good-looking or anything but because you dress like you’d be an accountant, only you’re not because you’re not smart enough, hence the having to sign up to OnlyFans. It’s okay Petey, we all know that you have a face that only your mother can love. Just be thankful that you at least have that because at least it’s something Dickie has never had. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were now going to say that you didn’t have a mom and that you too were a fucking orphan. Seems like Project: Honor is a hostel for all the abandoned kids so what does one more matter right? It’d definitely make sense when it comes to looking at you Petey. You’re calling out for love and attention, only you don’t get it. You’re either not liked or liked by those that struggle to tie their own shoelaces.”
“Let’s move on to MYOJIN, the number one contender to my X-Factor Championships. If MYOJIN thinks he is taking my X-Factor Championship from me then think again. You may well be the number one contender but you’re still not worthy. As I’ve said before and others have said time and time again, you just earn opportunities and then just throw them away. It isn’t going to be any different when we face off again. You see MYOJIN, you may well have had success outside of Project: Honor but you’ll never get it inside of here. Not sure why but you just aren’t able to take your opportunities here like you’re able to elsewhere. You may as well just stop wasting everyone’s time, just step aside and actually let someone else earn the opportunity that is actually going to give me a challenge. I just don’t see you as a challenge anymore MYOJIN. You can tell me until you go blue in the face. It still doesn't change the fact that you’re not worthy of taking my X-Factor Championship. As much as it annoys others too, whether they’re brave enough to admit it or not, they know you’re not capable of taking it from me too. I’d tell you I was sorry but then I’d just be lying because I’m definitely not sorry at all. One suggestion I will make though, you should change The Shining Star to The Failing Non-Star. By the way, you’re welcome.”
After winking at the camera, Lance just shakes his head before laughing. When Lance had finally composed himself, he got himself comfortable in the chair again.
“There isn’t much more I have to say about MYOJIN. MYOJIN has basically been summed up with what I’ve already said. I will say though that MYOJIN should stay in his lane. The Legacy Championship definitely isn’t for you, The Grand Championship isn’t for you either and I’m going to prove that the X-Factor Championship isn't for you either when we face off for it. I know Emmanuelle is a good Warrior Rising Champion in her own right but that’s about the level you should be aiming at MYOJIN. You shouldn’t be trying to run before you can walk. You can go on about what you’ve accomplished outside of Project: Honor all you like. The only thing you’re known for in Project: Honor is flopping at the last hurdle.”
“I already know Dickie Watson is going to get on Twitter and subtweet like a bitch, after all, it’s allowed when he is doing it, apparently. Before I go, Dickie. Feel free to take in every word I have to say, maybe it’ll give you an idea of what concoction of misinformation you’ll come up with next time. Maybe this time around I won’t be as generous to not be as petty as you’re and actually take legal action against you. Anyway, enjoy getting on Twitter and bitching to anyone that listens how you were my only focus, this, that and blah, blah, fucking blah!”
Grabbing his X-Factor Championship from the table, Lance puts it over his shoulder before brushing himself down and straightening his suit out. The last we see of “The Essence Of Egotism” Lance Williams is when he walks out of the shot and walks around the camera to turn it off.
