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Dick Powers · (04-06-2015)

~Is John Black dead? Or is Dick too ferocious!? (Panther growl)~

Dick Powers is Dick worried.

It has been days, DAYS, since someone payed attention to me in XWF. Is it my fault? No, of course not. Is it Johnathon Black's fault? Yes, it's always the Blacks. It's around 8pm, I stand on my epiphany balcony looking up at the starry sky and then down to my reflection pool, comforted by my hedge maze of happy thoughts. I have a lot of cool stuff on my property, it's better than my dark period when my balcony was named the JFK balcony, pool was named the drowning pool, I don't even want to think about the hedge maze.

I try to shed a single tear for the most likely deceased John Black. But I can't stop thinking about how wicked awesome I am to care enough. So I take the small glass of bourbon in my left hand and pull it up closer to my chest, I then take my right index finger and dip it into the sweet, chilled bourbon and wet my finger. I poke my wet, right index finger against my cheek, just below my eye. That way if anyone sees me I will appear soulful maybe. I take a soulful drink of the ice cold bourbon. Damn that's good. There's a knock at my chamber door. "Come in!"

The door is open slowly and Riley sticks his head into my boudoir, the smile crossing his face and amazing cheekbones fades as he sees me. "Dick! Are you okay?" He quickly enters and jogs to me, his mandallion swinging as he does. "Dick, you look so soulful on your epiphany balcony. The fuck is up?" Riley seems worried. I sigh and stand away from the balcony wall, taking another drink of my bourbon. Ooo oooh WOO that is smooth.

"I'm okay Riley. Just a little sad that people haven't talked about in a few days." Riley puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Dick, you were on the cover of Rockstar Monthly the other day." Riley shows me the magazine he's been carrying all day.

I Discus Punch the magazine out of Riley's grasp without spilling a drop of my bourbon. Riley looks at his empty hand and squints his eyes, staring at me. Mother fucker looks like a hamster eating a lemon. I drink the last of my bourbon and set the glass on a table beside me. I rub my nose like Bruce Lee and look Riley dead in the eye. "I meant no ones talking about me in the XWF, Riley. Even my Games of Thrones photoshoot can't change that." Riley sighs at me.

"Don't be a dick, Dick." Rage takes over my body and I slap Riley across the face.

"Don't talk to me like that Riley! You slapped my handsome face once this week, doesn't mean you can spit on it too." I rub my thumb against my fingers, that hurt me more than it hurt Riley. Like, literally. I moisturize and Riley has a face like a shaved bear.

"You're a prick, Dick. Prick Powers, that's what we should call you." Riley quickly slaps me like I owe him money.

"Riley Reed. More like.. Gay loser!" I backhand the shitty beard off Riley's face. His head turns and he makes a low groan as he turns back to me in anger. He spits onto my Persian rug. The bastard.

"You take that back you son of a bitch!" Riley rushes me and takes me off guard, wrapping his fat fucking hands around my throat and throwing me to the ground as he chokes the life out of me... Oh god I'm dying. OH GOD I'M HARD! David Carradine was onto to something! I try to fight back, kicking my feet as I claw at Riley's eyes to no avail. Damn he's strong. Instinct takes over and I push my head forward, using both my hands to drag one of Riley's arms closer to me. I open my mouth wide, exposing my pearly whites and dig them into Riley's arm. Reed throws his head to the heavens and cries out in pain.

I break loose of Riley's UFC death lock and knee the limey bastard in the crotch. A dirty move, but I'm a dirty Dick. Riley goes crossed eyed like a skinny chick on Captain America aka my penis. I slither out from under Riley's frame like a sexy snake and stomp him in the chest to knock him away from me. Riley falls away from me dramatically and start to crawl to my king sized bed to pull himself up, I get back to my feet and calm my breathing, waiting for Riley to retaliate.

"Apologize Dick!" Riley screams at me as he's on his knees.

"Never!" I shout back at him and run towards him, I leap and throw my knee into the side of his big, fat head. Riley falls against one of my mahogany end tables with a clatter. I quickly jump up to my feet as Riley shakes away the damage and climbs to his. "You ready to give up, old man?" I laugh at the fallen Riley, but to my surprise he darts back up and grabs my waist, lifting me up over his shoulder. I kick and punch but Riley's drops me like a Gucci satchel filled with diamonds. I lay winded on the floor as Riley stands up tall and smacks his elbow twice before dropping his elbow. Like the majestic mountain of fuck I am, I roll out of the way and Riley's smashes onto the floor grabbing his elbow.

Seizing the opportunity I run across the floor and jump onto my bed and Moonsault, my toes clipping the crystal chandelier that hangs from my raised ceiling. I gracefully land on top of Riley. Riley's pained reaction quickly turns into laughter, I get to my knees and look at him in confusion. "Hahahahaha!! I think you're ready Dick. Here give me a hand up." I reach my hand out and Riley grabs it, I get to my feet while pulling Riley to his. We stand looking at each other, confusion still stuck on my face, a smile on his. He pats my shoulder.

"Riley, I'm confused." Riley grins as he goes to the small bar to the side of my bed and pours two glasses of Johnnie Walker Blue Label, he speaks as he pours.

"I needed to see if you were capable Dick, since you decided to bail on your training I had to be sure one way or another." I rub my sore neck as Riley turns around and hands me a glass of JW Blue. We both take a small drink and savor the fine taste.

"Delicious. I get it dude, sorry for going hard on you." Riley scoffs.

"Think nothing of it Dick. I'm not a stranger to pugilism." I chuckle and Riley clinks his glass against mine, we both go back to my epiphany balcony and take in the view. "Are you nervous?"

"Dick Powers nervous? HAHA! I haven't been nervous since the leather pants incident of 06'"

"Oh that god awful day." Riley shudders.

"But when I'm in Atlanta, I will be victorious, and everyone will scream for Dick."

"Yes they will old friend, yes they will." Riley and I take another drink and enjoy the quiet night. I'm excited to say the least, this will be one hell of a night to remember. People of the wrestling world will chant the name Dick Powers and I will take my first step to stardom, in wrestling anyway. I've already climbed the stairs in every other aspect of my life. Note to self, remember to schedule myself in for a victory massage and happy ending on Thursday. Hahaha, it is good to be Dick.

~fin~

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