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There Goes The Forgotten Man; And If Everybody Noticed Me 'Til One Night A Stranger Came And Stole My Love Away
Topic Started: Dec 18 2014, 02:24 AM (107 Views)
Joey NOX
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Joey NOX sits there in the quiet of his house, typing away on his laptop peacefully. The house, to his knowledge, is empty and that's left him alone to his own thoughts. His own muddled broken fragmented bloody thoughts. He's on Amazon. Why? Because what else do retired pro wrestlers with no life do? He should be at the gym but what good does it do him? Joey rubs his chin as he scrolls through the deals of Amazon, looking for something that catches his eye. It's not for him, mind you, unless NOX has been living a public lie.I mean what would Joey NOX need of a 10K sapphire necklace for $109.99? Joey shook his head, letting out a little sigh.


NOX to nobody: Tsukes doesn't like blue stuff.


And thus the veil has been lifted. Once again, Joey NOX is sitting alone and wallowing about what was once a thing but isn't a thing. Joey pulled a container of egg nog off the table and drank, his eyes locked on the screen. Some days he didn't eat, some days he ate too much. Today was one of those days where he was in the mood to inject butter into his veins and hope for the best---or the worst. NOX clicks on something that catches his eye, a 14K golden halo diamond ring that costs more than he should pay on a whim. As Joey looks it over, he almost seems to chuckle at how resigned to the stupidity that is this situation. As he digs into his pocket for his wallet, the loud shriek of somebody in the house startles him and nearly causes him to spit eggnogg everywhere.


Nebraska Jones: SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!


NOX: JESUS CHRIST!


As NOX is spooked solid (!), Nebraska Jones strolls into his living room holding an envelope in one hand and some papers in her other hand. She looks overjoyed, her eyes locked onto the paper. Joey NOX meanwhile is trying to figure out just what the hell is going on and why Nebraska Jones has appeared seemingly out of nowhere.


Nebraska Jones: Dude this is friggin awesome!


NOX: The fuck are you doing here?!


Nebraska Jones: I live here?


NOX: YOU LEFT EARLIER!


Nebraska Jones: And I came back? Dude are you seriously guzzling the eggnog like....I mean I know you paid for it but you can at least share some?


Joey grabs at his phone off the table and looks at the time. He slams it down and then looks at Nebraska Jones with a hint of anger.


NOX: Okay well it says here that it's 3:30 and your training session was according to you was until 5! SO HA!


Nebraska Jones: I got let out early. Turns out when you try to do a standing star press, you actually can fall on your face and knock yourself loopy.


NOX: That explain the shiner?


Nebraska Jones feels at her face at the little black and blue under her left eye. She pokes it, grimaces and chuckles.


Nebraska Jones: No this is a Sherri love tap. You know how she is with those elbows!


Joey sighs as he looks at it. Realizing that there's about to be a thing, Nebraska Jones rolls her eyes and holds her hands up.


Nebraska Jones: Look, I'm not getting into that. It's an accident, she bonked me one, it's all good. You need to remember I'm not your kid or your girlfriend or your sister or your fucking care package. I'm not precious cargo. I'm a wrestler and sometimes I get roughed up.


NOX: If you say so, slick.


Nebraska Jones: Are you always trying to rain on my parade. Razer and Bella aren't like this. Why can't we be like Razer and Bella?


NOX, scoffing: I shower. You shave your legs.


Nebraska Jones: You MAKE me shave my legs which btw infringes upon my rights as a woman and a free spirit.


NOX: Did you just say btw in an actual conversation?


Nebraska Jones: Ugh! Wait until NotSuperstitious on Tumblr reads about this...


Joey just sighs and pushes himself up from his seat. He walks over to Nebraska Jones and snatches the papers out of her hands. Joey tries to get a firm eye on them while Nebraska Jones just glares at him with some of that trademark Nebraska snark.


Nebraska Jones: So you just like take my stuff or...


NOX: Well you seemed excited about something.


Nebraska Jones: Well I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU BEFORE YOU SNATCHED THE PAPERS FROM ME AND ACTED LIKE A BIG DICK HEAD.


NOX, cringing: What is Ezego Vitamins? And why are they looking to sponsor you?


Nebraska Jones: I don't know but they're paying me $5,000 per show to put their logo on my pants so I'll go where the Ezego! See that? You like that? Took me like two seconds I didn't even bat an eye and bam, right in my head..


NOX: Have they paid you upfront?


Nebraska Jones: I haven't sign the deal yet smartass.


NOX: Are they a legit company?


Nebraska Jones: I guess?


NOX: Did they tell you HOW you're getting paid?


Nebraska Jones: I'm assuming with money.


NOX: Did an attorney look this over?


Nebraska Jones: HA! Dude I can't afford a public defender.


Joey just sighs as he looks over the paperwork Nebraska received. NOX folds the papers up into his pocket and walks away from Nebraska Jones. He walks over to his chair and grabs his sneaks. Slipping his shoes on, Joey quickly heads over to the door, his footsteps thumping with great emphasis. He turns to Nebraska who still seems frozen in this state of shock by the events unfolding. Finally as Joey grabs his coat, she speaks up, spitting out some words.


Nebraska Jones: Where ya going?


NOX: I know an attorney. I'm going to have him look this over. Sponsorship deals are tricky and have plenty of legalese that could fuck you over. I've seen it happen before and I don't want you chasing down a sponsor in small claims court that costs you more in fees than it does in solving the issue. So what I'll do is I'll take this to an attorney, have him peek at it and see if it's safe enough for you. I mean I've done a few law courses and I could do it but...I'm not your caretaker, remember?


Nebrasks Jones: Dude are you serious right now? Can't I just make some money? I'm living in your house, not paying for anything and somehow I'm STILL friggin broke. How is that right or fair? How am I supposed to make a living on meager funds? Dude HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE ANY DAMN MONEY?!


NOX: I want you to make money.....I want to make sure this will actually accomplish that feat. Remember Rule #1.


Nebraska Jones, sighing: Don't fuck with the money. Right. Got it.


NOX: Atta lil trooper. You do you, homegirl. I'm gonna go have this looked over.


Nebraska Jones sighs as Joey NOX opens the door and then steps out into the cold December air. Before NOX is even in his car, Nebraska Jones has yanked off one of her shoes and throws it at the front door in disgust. She walks over to the couch and plops down in Joey's seat, kicking her feet in some massive hissy fit. As she's thrashing and acting like a tool, the phone rings. Nebraska lets it ring twice as she tries to come down from her ragegasm. With a deep breath, the Wild Hearts "star" picks up the phone and presses the talk button.


Nebraska Jones: Hey ya, NOX residence. If you know him as NOX at least. Who? Oh....wow.....erm okay....lemme like...hold on.


Nebraska Jones's facial expression has changed. What WAS rage and anger is now this conflicted look. It's one part fear, one part nervousness and perhaps a shade of discomfort. She lets out an exhale and then looks at the phone. With a scowl, Nebraska Jones turns off the phone. No good bye, no response, just a hanging up. She throws the phone down on the couch, still looking somewhat conflicted. With a slight exhale, Nebraska Jones pulls herself up off the couch and quickly walks to her room as if she's running from the fact that the phonecall even took place.
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