…Never Stay Down…

By: Dane Preston

Writing Prompt: No

Date: 27th Nov 2021

“If there is one thing people should know about me, it’s that I’m a stubborn son of a bitch who doesn’t know the meaning of the word quit.  Sure, I get knocked down, I may find myself in my feelings over it for a spell.  Nothing a good bottle can’t cure, right??  Another thing you should know about me, which considering how much homework you did on me you should have figured it out; it’s that I tend to go all in when a motherfucker makes shit personal.  I tweeted the other night after our match, that you had just earned yourself an enemy for life.  That wasn’t a hollow threat or idle words.  That was a guarantee, that so long as you are in MY HOUSE, I’m gonna hound your ass.  You won’t see me, but I’ll be there.”

“I’m going to be open and completely vulnerable here.  That shit you said in your promo, I don’t think I have ever taken anything to heart or more personally in my life.  And I spent 5 years behind bars, so that’s saying something.  And before you crack that smug little smirk I want to slap off your face, don’t.  You didn’t accomplish squat.  In your world, you’re KING.  You’re the GOAT, right?  And I’m just some dude from another up and coming minor league, right?  So, let’s talk about it.  You, the high and mighty James fuckin Raven, ran your mouth not once, not even twice, but three godsdamned times about what went down between me, my wife, Sahara and Joe Montuori.  That’s so last season, but you had nothing to work with, hence the low hanging fruit comments.  But let me fill you in on something, bud.  We had the wrestling business by the balls for a solid 6 months.  Ratings were off the charts.  We did go on the Denzel Show.  You couldn’t silence us or shut us down.  Hell, even the NYPD and FBI were at the Tower, and we went into lockdown a few times as a result.”

“We were the talk of the town.  Everyone and their momma’s momma was tuned in to see what the fuck we were gonna do next.   But in that time, there were some crazy ups and downs for me.  Yea, my marriage was put to the test.  But guess who Allison chose to come home to.  It wasn’t Joe Montuori, clearly.  Win 1 for yours truly.  And despite what Sahara’s going through right now, we’ll help her work through it, and she will most likely come back into the fold in due time.  We’ll call that a tentative Win 2.  But ultimately, I did what I said I was going to do and made Joe Montuori my bitch.  Did it take six months to get that job done?  You’re godsdamned right it did.  Win #3.  Because just like I said at the beginning, I don’t know when to stop, I won’t quit until I finish what I started, and right now that means you.”

“I was just about ready to say FUCK the Empire title, and that I’d eat the Blood Money loss.  Speaking of which, your inept little peabrain clearly doesn’t get it, Blood Money dictates who the next contender is.  Wins and losses mean dick.  Only thing that means a lick in FIGHT! is how deep your Blood Money pool is.  You cheapen our methods here by implying that I bought my way to a title shot, when that’s how it’s done in these parts. So, as I said, maybe I back out of title contention.  Maybe we let Dickie and Shawn fight over like fuckin’ hyenas.  I’m after bigger game now.  I want to mount James Raven’s head on my motherfucking wall.  Why would I want to do such a thing, some might ask.  Because that’s where a GOAT’s head belongs.  But how fitting would it be for me to relieve Dickie of his precious, just before I relieve you of your head?”

“I said no one’s invincible, and I was forced to eat those words at Venom.  But make no mistake about it, Jimmy.  One day, you’ll be a broken mess at my feet.  The whole world already saw that Dane Muthafuckin Preston IS, WAS, and ALWAYS WILL BE ON YOUR LEVEL.  You got the win, but I showed the world that I could hang with the so-called GOAT.  So you better hope you grow eyes in the back of your head, boy.  Because one day soon, I’m gonna fuck you up, and you’ll come to regret the day you awoke this sleeping beast.  When that day comes, I will henceforth be known as GOATSLAYER…  And you, well you’ll likely take the loss on your chin and go about your business, but you will never forget the day you fucked with the wrong fuckin guy.  Tick, tock.  Tick, fuckin tock.”

“Oh yeah.  Call me kid again, and you’ll have no future to speak of…”