Jon Moxley Nicknames Novels & Stories

None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered. “Yeah, we’re named The Hell Hounds. We got called ‘bitch’ long enough that we wanted to thumb our noses at them. Who’s meaner than a hound of hell? His momma.” Jaxon laughed, and when he finished, “Oh, I like that. You must have really fun training days.”

The bottle is small, so I drink every last bit of it. Maddox smiles when he sees I've finished it, “Now I can go, have a wonderful day, Luna Aeliana.” “You too, doctor Maddox.” His smile grows wider, “See, nobody around here calls me that. I’m going to request they do, it sounds nice, professional.” “Thanks again.”

Alpha Wyatt is going to lose it when he sees Remi. “Oh my, Remi! You look stunning!” “Thanks Jade” chuckling with relief. “We’re going to put all the other she-wolves to shame!” Jade smirked. “Yeah hopefully…” I felt nervous thinking if Alpha Wyatts little girlfriend would look better than me or not. “Remi, believe me when I say, you’re gonna put Brooklyn to shame.” ‘So that’s her name, Brooklyn’ Mia snarls. I guess so Mia, but the half moon ball isn’t about us worrying about Alpha Wyatt and his toy Brooklyn. It’s about Jade and supporting her.

"Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!" The announcement shed some light on the man's identification. I figure that Theo is his name and Rabid Wolf his nickname. However, something strikes me as odd. The moment I draw closer to the cage, I can sense that he is a werewolf but his wolf has been suppressed for a while. Probably black magic or silver.

He was also observing Austin and Aldus. Finally, it was time for Austin to take the stage. When the screen displayed the names of the fighters who were about to engage in battle, Wolf suddenly widened his eyes. He said a little warily, "You have to be careful, mister." Austin glanced at Wolf and then at his opponent's name. Most people used nicknames in the underground boxing ring instead of their real names. Austin's opponent was someone called Hellspawn. "How so?" Austin asked. Wolf was a regular in the underground boxing ring, so he knew more about the boxing ring than Austin did.

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

“So that just leaves you two,'' Mj said, placing an open beer in front of him. “My name is Moxie but everyone calls me Mox” one of the two said,Mj couldn't believe how breathtaking all of these people were. She put the last beer on the counter and looked at this kid. “And what about you handsome” Mj said out of habit “Jay, my name's Jay” he said as he tried not to stutter and looked her in the eye. All the sudden Mj felt something again, not like the electricity from before but something pulling her almost as if she knew this guy. “Nice to meet you Jay, finally” Mj said, almost like a stab as he had been just kind of standing there like a spectator throughout most of the mornings events.

Maybe he could do something for them. “Hey, cousin Satan,” a young sounding voice said. Blake turned to see Moxley. “Good afternoon, Mox.” “That’s what my friends call me. It’s good to see you again. You want to play corn hole with us?” Blake couldn’t help but chuckle. “I haven’t played corn hole since . . . well, I can’t remember.” “I’ll help you remember. Come on.” Once again, Moxley led the way. Blake didn’t see the harm in it. He actually like the little runt. At least he was honest.

I can’t see his face, but I know for sure his eyes are rolling hard because he thinks Moose’s antics are stupid as hell. Moose, obviously nicknamed for his size, always sends prank shit to the team at the end of the season. It’s a tradition, the same way I play the bongos naked before big games – and also randomly when the mood strikes, like this morning. The naked bongo playing started as a joke before my first game in Texas. I had too many beers and bought bongo drums and then thought it’d be funny to pull a Matthew McConaughey, since I was in Texas and all. Then we won, and clearly I could never stop playing them or we’d lose. That’s how superstitions work. So the bongos have followed me

his middle name is my dad's, Moos. my youngest i wanted to have two names with the same first letter, so he's called Ronin Rayn. it rainef when he was born too, but we chose the name before then. okay enough words for now. covid sucks