Waylon couldn't stand it anymore. With a swift kick, he sent Vance crashing to the floor.
Caught off guard, Vance lost his balance and fell to the ground in a heap.
And of course, I wasn't about to miss the chance to kick him while he was down.
Without hesitation, I grabbed my glass of red wine and poured it straight over his head.
The wine dripped down his hair, staining his expensive suit.
But I wasn't done yet. I still felt like he hadn't quite suffered enough, so I kicked him twice more.
The heels of my shoes hit him with such force, it was almost like stabbing him with a blunt knife.
Vance let out a strangled groan, his face reddening in humiliation.
I turned to face the cameras that were now trained on me. With a loud, clear voice, I addressed them.
"Since you're al
