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Topic Started: Dec 8 2014, 06:36 PM (150 Views)
Joey NOX
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And here we are once again. Out of action since June, Joey NOX has plenty of time to work on his personal life. JUST when it seemed to be in order, his world was dragged down when Tsukishima Shadow turned down his marriage proposal and split up with him. Now he's lost again and spiraling. Resting in his home, the man that is Joey NOX lays on his couch.He's clutching a picture in one hand, a photograph if you will, and his phone in the other hand. Unfortunately for NOX, this photograph is not one that will make him laugh but one that will make him weep. In his hand he holds a picture of he and Tsuki in better times. The two are pointing and laughing at Haruna Urashima after getting jumped by Ninja MAGIC. Joey tries to wrap his head around this mess as he looks at the photo. This is what I wanted, WE wanted. So why are you walking away from it now? Overcome with thought, NOX sighs as he looks at the picture, shaking his head as if to try and shake away the reality. As he does so, his phone speaks.


"You have 15 messages."


With a beep, the phone moves onto putting some of these messages on for NOX. He stares at the picture while his phone farts noise, all of it background noise to him at this point.


"I told you to give me space, Joseph."


NOX presses a button on his phone, eyes still on the photo.


"Message Saved."


"Joseph, nothing you say or do is going to change this. This is about me for once. It's about me getting myself right and finding out what I really want. Stop trying to force this issue and just move on already."


With a slight grimace, NOX presses a button on his phone.


"Message Saved."


"Look Joseph, I'm changing my number. I think you need this to happen more than I do. I'm getting....testy and you know I have more than enough toys in my attic to make you disappear if you DON'T stop bothering me."


"Message Saved"


"OKAY HOW DID YOU FIND MY NEW NUMBER?! WHO GAVE IT TO YOU? DID YOU LOOK IT UP? DID A PRO WRESTLING WIKI GIVE IT AWAY?! LEAVE. ME. ALONE. I DON'T WANT TO BE WITH YOU! I WANT TO BE ALONE! STOP STRESSING ME OUT AND GIVE ME SPACE DAMN IT!"

NOX sighs and presses a button on his phone.


"Message Deleted."


"Hey bro! It's me Alex. Look I know you're upset and all but I've got something to talk to you about. It involves PRW and no, it doesn't involve us teaming together. Whenever you're ready to come back to work, we'd sure love to have you in Scotland!"


"Message Deleted."


"HA! I TOLD YOU TSUKI WAS SHITTY! Call me back, man, Emily is really being a bitch right now and I need someone else who's sadder then me to talk about sad stuff with. Call me!"


"Message Saved."


"Hey Joey! It's me, Pat. Look I know we've had our issues in the past so I wanna thank you for congratulating me on winning the belt. I know you're in a bad place right now and I won't aim to make it any worse on you. Let me know if you wanna stop by or hang out or watch a game sometime. We can still mend these fences hopefully. Let me kn-"


"Message Deleted"


NOX, sighing: Sorry Pat, not in the mood for hanging out. On whatever day that was.


Joey's phone starts reading the next message but NOX shuts it off. He sits up on his couch and rubs his head. His eyes are stinging from staring and his head feels cloudy. He knows this isn't healthy for him and his grimaces say as much. He sets the photo down on the couch and stands up. He slowly walks around his living room, hands rubbing at his face. The only thing more maddening than the emptiness of his home being the noise inside his head. As Joey tries to piece himself together, there's a loud knock at his door. Then another. Then another. What was once a thump has turned into some kind of festive war drum routine being played out on his door.


On one hand, NOX is perturbed by this sudden rapping and tapping at his upstate New York home. On the other hand...what if it's Tsuki? Perhaps she's got her time! Maybe she's decided that this WAS best for her. Battling emotions inside his body, Joey slowly strolled to the door. He walked pensively as if each step could be his last. Although he was trying not to psyche himself up too much, his eyes and mind were flush with potential reunions.He tried to control his heartbeat but that was of no use. He was far too gone into the best case scenario that there is truly no way to get back onto the rails of reality. He grabbed onto the doorknob and then paused. After a big exhale, Joey NOX turns the knob and flings the door open to find.......





Suzy Conrad?



Yep, it's Suzy friggin' Conrad. NOX couldn't even hide his crushed emotions if he tried. He sighs and stares at Suzy who is wearing a trucker hat, flanel vest and blue jeans. Holding two bags, she bullies by Joey NOX and drops the stuff down on the floor. Joey turns to follow Suzy in and closes the door behind him, utterly confused by this madness. Joey goes to say something to Suzy but she holds up her hand to him. She pulls out a napkin, spits a wad of dip into it and then shoves the napkin back into her pocket. The visual is enough to cause Joey NOX to dry heave, rendering his question incapable of escaping his lips. He turns away from Suzy and grabs his stomach momentarily, struggling to keep it all together.


Suzy: You 'right there, NOX?


NOX, through coughing and watery eyes: I'M FINE! I'M FINE SUZY!


Suzy: Welp if yer good then I'm good, partner. You mind if I split on outta here now?I saw a dollar truck stop 'round here with fitty cent nachitos.


NOX takes a deep breath and turns to Suzy. He goes to say something but dry heaves again. Hands on his knees, Joey is able to find enough in him to finally ask the question he felt like he had to ask.


NOX: Split out? How....why are you here, Suzy?


Suzy: Helpin' someone out, that's all.


NOX: And just WHO are you helping out?


Suzy: Well she sure was here a sec ago.


NOX: She? Suzy, do we need to piss test you?


Suzy: Piss test? NAW, JOEY! I'm just wonderin' where she went.


Then there's a knock on the door. Joey NOX freezes up and seethes. As if this night wasn't going bad enough for him....now it's about to probably get worse. Why worse? Because WHEN does it ever get better for Joey these days? NOX strolls over to the door and opens it to find Nebraska Jones standing there. She waves to him and then flashes him the peace sign. Joey NOX responds by slamming the door in her face.


Nebraska, from outside: HEY!


NOX: NEBRASKA GO HOME-UH!


Suzy Conrad: HA! Daggum there she was!


NOX, sighing: WHO IS SHE?!


Nebraska Jones, letting herself in: Me, dude. She means me.


NOX: Nebraska, why are you here?


Nebraska Jones: Long story. How bout some chocolate milk before we get into the deets?


NOX: How 'bout we don't and you go HOME?


Suzy Conrad: So ya didn't tell him before ya had me pick ya up from the airport, huh?


NOX: Tell me what?


Suzy Conrad: WELP seems like y'all gonna need some private time, I'll be hangin' outside jus' in case he sends ya back to the airport.


NOX: I am so utterly lost and confused right now.


Nebraska Jones: It's a long story, Joey.


Nebraska drags her bags and puts them down onto the pile of bags Suzy brought in. Knowing his house by now, given how she helped him fix everything up recently, Nebraska Jones just leaves Joey and Suzy there. Suzy puts another dab of dip into her mouth and Joey NOX dry heaves again. He gives her a mean face as Suzy stands there nonplussed with her bottom lip protuding. When Nebraska Jones returns to the duo, she's mixing herself a chocolate milk. Kind of. It looks off as she stirs it.


Nebraska Jones: Welp yer outta milk so I decided to use creamer instead. It's a milk replacement I figure.


NOX: You cannot possibly be thinking about drinking that.


Nebraska Jones: I'm poor. This is SO not the weirdest thing I've ever made. You try drinking boiled water with maple syrup mixed into it. This is like a friggin luxury mai thai to me.


NOX, angrily: UGH! LOOK IS ANYBODY GONNA TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!


Suzy Conrad: Yeap, he's a yellin'. I'mma go stand outside while you two sort this whole mess out.


NOX: No no Suzy, stay. I want witnesses for this.


Nebraska Jones: Look, it's a long messy story. I could tell it to you now and you can be pissed off or you can chill, enjoy yourself a choco creamer delight and we can all chill for a minute.


Suzy Conrad, looking at Nebraska's drink: I ain't drinkin that.


NOX: WOULD SOMEONE JUST TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!


With that said, Suzy Conrad reaches out and slaps Joey on the cheek. It's not a backhand or something aggressive---but it does land on his cheek and does draw a serious glare out of NOX. Suzy Conrad stares at him for a second and then shrugs her stocky shoulders.


Suzy Conrad: In the movies, that tends to calm people down.


NOX: Get out. Both of you.


Suzy Conrad: Awww come on it wasn't no big slap! Don't be a big pussy!


NOX: NOW!


NOX points to the door and Suzy Conrad sighs. She shakes her head as she walks to the door. Right before she goes out, she pauses and picks up something off of Joey's coffee table. She looks it over and then raises it up to him; revealing a copy of Time Magazine.


Suzy Conrad: Hey Joey ya min' if I snatch this here up? Sometimes I like to read about rich folks when I'm on the crapper.


NOX: OUT, SUZY!


In a nifty bit of wizardry, Suzy Conrad tucks the magazine into her denim vest and then slowly closes the door behind her. Joey NOX turns his attention to Nebraska Jones who is sipping on her weird concoction of drink and trying to hide her face from him. He strides up to Nebraska Jones and gently grabs her wrist, trying to pull her to the door.


NOX: Come on, Nebs. Go home.


Nebraska Jones: Well Joey if I had a home, I'd go to one.


NOX: Wha?


Nebraska Jones: You heard me. I told you it was a long story.


NOX: Can you TEXT me this long story?


Nebraska Jones: I think a story about me being homeless is worth being told in person to a "metor" am I right? See it's a long story. Can I finish my drink first before you kick a starving artist out of your nice comfy probably already paid for home and into the cold harsh December air? Can I finish my drink first before you throw me, a young independent contractor without insurance or a valid bank account that's not in the red, into the unforgiving holiday season? Perhaps throw me out next to a strip mall where I can LAY in my squalor while rich families spend hundreds on MAY I POINT OUT UNNECESSARY gifts for their loved ones? Perhaps you could throw me out and let me reside in a back alley where a hoodlum or a vagrant could pee on my while I sleep? Or worse for someone who is willing to die AND starve, at the SAME TIME mind you, for her craft? Someone who loves this business that has bought your home?! OR WHAT'S MORE! LEAD ME OUT INTO THE WOODS WHERE A BEAR OR A DEER CAN FEAST UPON MY ALREADY MALNOURISHED ORGANS?! CAN I, NEBRASKA FUCKING JONES, FINISH A GOD DAMN DRINK BEFORE YOU, JOEY NOX, KICK ME OUT OF YOUR HOME SO YOU CAN JERK OFF IN PEACE WHILE I DIE SIGHT UNSEEN FORGOTTEN BY THIS CRUEL AND UNFORGIVING PLANET WE BOTH CALL EARTH?!


NOX: SHUT UP! SHUT SHUT THE SHUT LOOK SHUT THE FUCK UP! JESUS CHRIST FINISH YOUR DRINK AND THEN WE'LL TALK! HOLY FUCK YOU'RE JUST...GAAAAARGHHHHHHH!


Joey NOX throws his hands up angrily and storms into another room. He slams the door as hard as he can while Nebraska Jones, having used every bit of her 10th grade B+ average in Drama, watches him leave. With a big sigh, she goes back to drink, sipping it while in the other room, things are being torn asunder by Joey NOX. As NOX rages out elsewhere, Nebraska Jones grimaces and puts her drink down on the table, coughing slightly.


Nebraska Jones: Fuck....maybe I SHOULD have paid more attention in home ec. This drink tastes like ass.




To Be Continued.
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Sitting at his built in bar top, Joey NOX stirs the drink he has in his hand. He swishes it around slowly, glaring at Nebraska Jones as she sips some minute maid orange juice. As Nebraska talks, NOX glares and swishes. He's swishing so much in fact that the drink is occasionally spilling out of his glass. Nebraska though doesn't notice, continuing to be wrapped up in her own world.


Nebraska Jones: So then the health department showed up and was like "woah 48 people living with 2 dogs and 9 cats in a two story home? THAT's pretty illegal!" Meanwhile I'm just like "look if you're kicking us out can I at least shower first? Mr. Rojowski always showers first, uses up the hot water and leaves his chest hair around the sink. And his wife is always oogling me when I wear my shorts around the house but I mean what else do I wear BUT shorts? I've only got like 4 articles of clothing! So long story short, they booted us all out. I wanted to go live with Cassie but her family is like super rich and wanted ridiculous rent. Like how am I supposed to afford 30K a month?


NOX, emotionless: Shocking.


Nebraska Jones: So I was out of options, out of a home and out of cash. That said, I had my halloween costume from a few years ago when I went as a stewardess to Gricia Martins party. I "snuck on" I guess pretending to be a stewardess and flew here to New York. Figured you'd give me a place to crash.


NOX: Nebs, don't you have parents?


Nebraska Jones: I do.


NOX: SO why not just live with them?


Nebraska Jones: It's a long story.


Joey NOX sighs slightly and pours himself another drink. He bites his lip as Nebraska Jones waits for a head nod to continue speaking. When she gets it, Nebraska starts with her next story.


Nebraska Jones: I was living at home when I started writing Wild Hearts reviews on tumblr. When 1/1000 opened up, I told my parents I was going to try out. I wanted to wrestle. I was never really athletic enough to do other sports consistently so wrestling was my deal. My folks told me I was making a mistake and that I was being foolish following some stupid dream. I'll never forget my dad telling me that I'd "come groveling home broken and in need of a real job." I won't forget my folks telling me that I'd be typecast as some "dizty interviewer type" and how I'd never see the ring because I wasn't good enough or because I was too pretty. That wore on me and I was desperate to prove them wrong. I think I did that by being involved in all of these shows. It helps to drive me and keep me so hungry. That and not getting paid much at least.


NOX: Is this the story you told the people on 1/1000? Nevermind that, let's just talk turkey here. In your mind, going home means you've lost and they were right.


Nebraska Jones: It means I'll never be my own person. I'll be dumb ass Nebraska Jones who flopped on the big stage, working at home in Arizona trying to make a living with a computer graphics designer degree from the University of Arizona. Working for 35K a year and watching someone else live out their dreams. You don't see how that would be heartbreaking? Didn't you LIVE for something once, dude.


NOX, nodding and staring at her: Yep. She left me.


Joey slowly sips his drink while Nebraska cringes. She strums her fingers against the bar and whistles. The red faced Jones grabs her orange juice and sips it while looking around nervously.


NOX with a cringe due to the drink: Look, Nebs, I'm enjoying working with you and tutoring you but I can't like....you can't live with me. It'd create a whole lot of issues between us. People already think we're fucking.


Nebraska Jones: RAZER is not a credible news source and people know that.


NOX: And I'm just not ready for another woman in the house. I'm not recovered from Tsuki and it'd be weird. You'd be walking around and doing womanly things. I'm not ready for that.


Nebraska Jones: Dude, it's pretty simple. You can ssay yes or you can no. You can let me stay here and keep you from drinking heavily and despising your human existence or you can let me go and I'll like sleep under a bridge for a few weeks. I'm sure something will work out, right? I mean what could happen to a young beautiful vibrant with personality and life, athletically in her prime in a big cold city full of sharks and monsters who eat pe--


NOX: Don't. Don't start on another rant.


Nebraska Jones: So what's your choice, slick?


Joey NOX pops open a door and shuffles into the room. It's mostly empty, cold and dusty with an outdated feel to it. It's small but roomy enough to support a computer desk, a chair and a small bed. There's a window that's covered up with some blinds. NOX hurls Nebraska's bags onto the bed and walks into the room, sliding into a corner of the room in the computer chair. Nebraska Jones follows him in with a grimace, looking over hew new digs. She puts her hands on her hips and gives him a face. She peeks at Joey and shakes her head, sighing.


Nebraska Jones: I don't want to sound greedy and all given my situation but I know you've got a bigger bedroom than this. I cleaned this house. I know you've got a friggin nicer bedroom for guests.


NOX: I'm not expecting your stay to be long,


Nebraska Jones: So I get the shit room? Way to make a girl feel welcome.


NOX: Anybody ever tell you that you get uglier with each word you say?


Nebraska Jones sighs and sits down on the bed. She unzips one of the backpacks and digs around, sifting through papers. As Joey is commiserating quietly, Nebraska Jones begins to empty out the contents of her backpack onto the computer desk. The thumping of papers catches Joey's attention as Nebraska gets set to empty out her life onto his desk. There's stacks of papers pouring out of her bags, all of which labeled. NOX looks at Nebraska's papers and picks them up off the table. He looks at the top page and grimaces. The look on NOX's face draws a panic out of Nebraska Jones who scrambles over and tries to snatch up the papers from Joey's hands. He wheels away and grimaces, looking over the top page with a grimace.


NOX: Ummmm.....what is this?


Nebraska Jones: That's not for your eyes.


NOX: Oh REALLY?


Nebraska Jones: Yes, that's not for you BUT if you must you, it's something that I've been working on. A little side project.


NOX, reading the title: "This Isn't PRW XXX". You're....you're writing a PRW porno parody?


Nebraska Jones: EROTIC FICTION, SIR! Erotic. Fiction. It's written in script format because a friend of mine on tumblr who knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who works in San Fernando Valley might be interested in some couples material that's PRW related.


NOX: Do I want to know the plot?


Nebraska Jones: Welp, let's just say that on their first house show loop post 1/1000, some of the girls get rather Fortified.


NOX, shudders: My god....


Nebraska Jones: It's a pretty intense love story. Be careful with this one because I sent Ata a copy and she sent me back ashes.


NOX, reading aloud: "And so then Suzy and Valencia Del Ray were truly amazed and gasped with awe as they saw how truly engorged Patrick Slaughter was. Meanwhile Takato had out his...-sighs- flesh bamboo stick for some cane lessons" Yep, real poignant stuff there, Nebby. Am I in this one?


Nebraska Jones: Not this one but I'm working on a sequel to it. I think the perfect plot for you and Tsuuuuuohkay that's not a good idea, huh?


NOX sighs and puts the papers down. He gets up and walks toward the door. Nebraska Jones pulls out her phone and begins to type away, papers, clothes and backpacks all over her bed. Joey steps out of the room and slowly closes the door behind him.


NOX: Good night, Nebs.


Nebraska Jones: Good night, roomie.


NOX shuddered. He feared that it wouldn't be the last time he shuddered in the coming days.
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