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The Next Step Is....
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Topic Started: Jan 3 2016, 02:42 AM (49 Views)
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Joey NOX
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Jan 3 2016, 02:42 AM
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In the early mornings on January 3rd, the San Francisco gym that Alex LeBlanc uses to train SPARTA's elite LeBlanc Fight Club is dormant--except for one man. Sitting outside the weight room with a towel draped over his shoulders is Joey NOX. Red faced, breathing heavily, headphones dangling over his ears, Joey NOX has either just finished an intense "me time" session or he just done with a massive workout. He tugs on the pockets of his blue gym shorts and pulls out his music player, filtering through to find the next song. He exhales slightly, closing his eyes as he leans back against the wall that's now got sweat spots on it from his hair. He opens his eyes and elicits a calm and composed chuckle as he stretches his sore legs out. Unbeknowest to NOX, he's got a visitor approaching. The sound of footsteps can be heard by those watching but an oblivious NOX just closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of whatever song is blaring through his headphones. As NOX sits and listens, he gets a companion----Alex LeBanc. Dressed in his finest gym garb, Alex LeBlanc slides down on the wall across of Joey NOX. He sits from his partner/rival/friend/business partner and gives him a nod. Joey gives Alex a nod and then calmly removes his headphones.
Alex LeBlanc: You didn't get spooked? I mean it is 2:40 AM...
NOX, confused: Who else is coming into your gym at 2:40 AM besides you?
Alex LeBlanc: Fair point. I just assumed somebody breaking into your personal space would be unwanted and frightening.
NOX: You gave me a key, sir.
Alex LeBlanc: I meant me. You've been here every day. You practically run it now after hours.
NOX with a nod: Well then what brings you out this late?
Alex LeBlanc, shrug: Felt like a workout?
NOX: That's not how you operate.
Alex smirks as Joey stares at him nonplussed. There's something about silence between two people who know each other so well that can be enlightening and outputting all at once. It puts a chill in the air almost, knowing all of the words being said through looks, gestures and expressions. As Alex and NOX sit there in the early morning silence, the two seem to be talking to one another in ways a viewer can't quite follow. It's like two people talking in a language you don't know and begging you to follow along. After the silence resonates, Alex LeBlanc speaks up.
Alex LeBlanc: So....Carlos Cruz, eh?
NOX: What about him?
Alex LeBlanc: Of all the guys I'd imagine you'd come out of retirement for...
NOX, sharply: Hiatus, Alex.
Alex LeBlanc: Right. Hiatus. All the guys, you chose Carlos? Kind of like picking going back to 1998 and picking Ginger Spice.
NOX: He earned it. He did the hard work. He followed the rules and did his part. People want to see it, I want to do it. Easy enough, sir.
Alex LeBlanc: I can see that. At the same time, I think Mercer brought up a lot of good points. I think itsays something that Carlos didn't come out to defend himself. Says a lot actually. Nothing good about it either but hey! I mean it's your choice. I would've personally fought Mercer if I was you.
NOX: So do it.
Alex LeBlanc, scoffing: Beg your pardon?
NOX: Well the way I see it, your dance card for Salvation is empty. Why not Mercer? Why not a guy like him or Aries or Drive or somebody? What are YOU doing?
Alex LeBlanc: I'm....
Alex pauses and thinks it over seemingly. He chuckles under his breath, letting out a little sigh afterwards while NOX sits there. Joey unscrews the cap of his water bottle and slowly sips, Alex caught in a moment of silence. With a little smirk and a shake of his head, the always confident Canadian jumps back into the verbal fray.
Alex LeBlanc: You ever get to that point where you have a goal in mind? You know where you just want to get back to the top but you can't figure out the how or the why? I'm the best to ever do this. I believe that. I know you'll roll your eyes and groan and call me cocky but look, facts are facts. I'm the all time great at this. I have been winning since half of these guys were in their dad's nutsack. I'm....I'm just not sure how to prove it again. I'm at that point where I'm waking up and training and doing all this while feeling unfulfilled with the results. I'm bored with being great and it bothers me, Joey. I LIVE for this and now? I mean...what's the point of living?
See the obvious, the obvious is to just keep on winning but that bores me. I've done nothing but beat these guys. Pat? Love him but beat him over and over. Takato? Why would I want the X-Division? Jesse Drive? I mean....Jesse Drive? Really? I've been reduced to Jesse Drive?
NOX: What's wrong with Jesse Drive?
Alex LeBlanc: Well LeBron doesn't wake up excited to play the 76ers. Put it that way.
NOX: Okay so whats your goal then? I mean you're saying a lot of words but the words don't necessarily feel like they're going anywhere. It's like talking to Nebraska.
Alex: You KNOW what I'm saying. Nine years of this, you know exactly what I'm saying.
NOX: Enlighten the inundated by your rabble.
Alex LeBlanc: You know I'm talking the big gold belt. I want to beat Razer. I want to be the champion again. I'm not fucking taking time away from my kids and my family and my fucking life that I'm building to train my ass off in this gym to fight guys like Carlos and Drive and whomever else forever. I really am the kind of guy who needs the validation that this is worthwhile. The money is great, I bring in the money to PRW and the buyrates and the ratings which are all great but guess what? You know what they call a guy who isn't the champion who brings in all of that? Second best. I'm never second best. As long as I don't have the title, I'm second best in my heart and mind. I'm the fucking king without the crown. I'm not going to put myself through the pain of match after match if I can't be number one. I don't want to be here a year from now going "well fuck I had a horrible 2016 by my standard but GOLLY I beat Jesse Drive that one time! Man I sure gave Manik Mercer a good match! Morris Crowe was a toughie!" I'm NOT that guy. I will NEVER EVER be that guy.
NOX: So the road is the title.
Alex: The road is ALWAYS the title. The road is to Razer and I guess Jesse Drive is the first step. Just not sure how you wake up and get excited for it. It's why I wanted to talk to you about Carlos. I can't imagine you're excited about fighting Carlos.
NOX: A wise man once told me that if you don't take an opponent seriously, you make him a serious opponent.
Alex LeBlanc: Who told you that horsehit?
NOX: You did.
Alex LeBlanc, not even missing a beat: Sage wisdom from a great man.
NOX: The point is that when you hit a certain point, every opponent wants to kill you. You're the energy source for their career. They're trying to FEED off of you. You have to prevent that from happening. Your livelihood exists on shot blocking people. You're at that point. I'm at that point. You want Razer? You gotta beat Jesse Drive.
Alex LeBlanc: Fine. And what is it for you then? Carlos? What's the Carlos end resul then?
NOX: Well if I lose to Carlos then maybe that's God's way of telling me this is through. What better way to get the hint of retirement than to lose to somebody so far up Jesus Christ's holy ass he's got Mary Magdalene jealous. If Carlos beats me then it means he's ascended and in the process, I've got to hang it up. Find a hobby. Take up golf. Settle down like you have with...what's her name?
Alex LeBlanc: Does it matter? PRW is just going to assume it's a different girl anyways.
NOX: Truth. Truth. Point is that if I lose to Carlos, it's time to go away.
Alex LeBlanc: And if you win?
Joey pauses and tilts his head. He takes a sip of his water bottle again as more unspoken words are exchanged between two long time friends and competitors. Alex watches NOX and tries to read him while Joey screws the cap back on his water bottle. Joey stands up and walks past Alex toward the showers in the gym. He turns back to him and gives him a little shrug, cracking a knowing smirk.
NOX: Then the only question will be....when you get to the top of that mountain to grab the title you seek, will you see Razer? Or will you see an old friend ready to send you back down to the bottom?
NOX winks at Alex LeBlanc and then disappears through a door in the gym. Alex sits there for a second, letting NOX's words fester around in his head a bit. With a little scoff, Alex LeBlanc puts both hands on the floor and pushes himself up to his feet. He stares into the weight room momentarily and then lets out a NOX-esque sigh, turning back to where his former partner retreated to.
Alex LeBlanc: And they say I'm cocky and arrogant. Sheesh.
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