Ricci & The Dick

by **Mr. Dashing** Thu Oct 26, 2017 3:07 pm

Backstage at NGW's very first live show since it's revival, we are taken to a quaint little corner, away from the hustle and bustle of all the other superstars, Vixens, and support crew doing their jobs to make sure this is a great night. In this peaceful slice of solitude, up on a supply crate, sits one Ricci Ramirez, one of the two men tasked with closing out tonight's event, currently jamming to some of his favorite tunes on his phone. He grabs a quick sip from his water bottle before hoping to make it over to the common area and watch the show with everyone else, but as he jumps down from the crate, he's faced with something that he has never seen before. Is it a genetically modified weasel maybe ...? Or perhaps a homeless man who managed to sneak into NGW's wardrobe room and steal some clothes ...? NO! It's the Sex Machine, the Saturday night Delight, THE SHOW; it's DICK ... VAN ... GO!!! This, well, to put it as most of the women he's had encounters with have, "putrid" man, and the other half of tonight's main event match, with his body oil on point, that point being over 9,000, and his hair gel stinking up the joint, stares at double R, standing with his right hand on his hip.

DVG
Ew.

And with that simple yet telling exclamation, Dick, turns, WITH A TWIRL, and struts off down the hallway, Ricci not knowing what to really make of that exchange, and how could he, shrugs his shoulders and carries on with his night.