Order Of Chaos (Invite)

[Taylor Devereaux]

Chapter 1

or·der (ôrdr)
n. 1. A sequence or arrangement of successive things
2. An authoritative indication to be obeyed; a command or direction.

2 months. The amount of time in which had passed since she found her way to the city of Chicago, Illinois. Pulling one of the many GCW wrestlers from a cold and unforgiving river on that faithful day, which in turn started a chain of unexpected events and alliances during the following weeks. It was safe to say that she had found herself affiliated with a few ladies and gentlemen she’d never have anticipated herself being even remotely linked to. Which is what brings us to this day in particular.

There was an uneasy feeling throughout her while she walked the hallways of the top floor of the GCW floor towards the meeting place her associates and she had all agreed to congregate for this first of hopefully many more gatherings. She seemed to be drawing quite a bit of attention as she did so, the few people that were in the hallway they, obviously recognizing the face from her brief time in Detroit one year ago. A bright smile was all she offered, along with the sporadic wave in the direction of the people in question. No words were spoken. No greetings or salutations whatsoever. She’d be saving any and all words to leave her lips for those who would fill the room behind the door she now stood in front of.

A swift hand movement, her hand finding its way towards the long blond locks of her hair, her hand gingerly found its way through as a long breath was released before placing a few knocks on the door, before looking back towards the way she had journeyed on this afternoon. Her eyes scanned the hallway, in search of yes a few of her associates, but one young lady in particular. Someone who was sure to be able to take a bit of the “pressure” off of her during the coming season so to speak.

“Where are you girl? Time is always of the essence. No pun intended.”

Before she could even turn back to the door in front of her, the feint sound of the doorknob being turned caught her ears. Turning back towards it, she let go of that million dollar smile of hers, her posture instantly modified and critiqued within that single moment, as always seeking to give off the most professional of first impressions. The potency of the smile only increased as she made eye contact with the young lady whom answered her knock, offering her first words as well as introducing herself.

“Good evening Miss St. James. I’m Taylor Devereaux here to meet with Mr. Cage. I hope I’m not TOO early? He is in is he not?”

[Gabriel Cage]

Miss St. James looks around to see if anyone notices and then walks to Taylor by slipping her a note

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Of course he is. He actually was on the phone and the way he looks he is interested in making a few points of interest. I was hired a few weeks ago so I am still fresh but if you give me a sec then I will go and see if he is ready to meet you.

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Miss St. James goes back to her station and sees that Cage is no longer on the phone and messages him by intercom.

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Mr. Cage you got a lady out here desiring to meet you. Were you expecting her and do you want to meet her at this time? I know you are quite busy so wanted to clear it with you first.

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Yeah doll! I will be out in a moment to address the situation. Just entertain her as I am finishing the work that I was doing before you interrupted me.

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Miss St. James walks back to Taylor to give her the news and before she could speak out comes Gabriel Cage. He walks past Miss St. James and greets Taylor Devereaux. He extends his hand as they shake.

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Well Miss Devereaux I assume. It is glad you have come to my office. My assistant I assume has treated you well? By all means no need in conducting business out here. Just come to my office and we can have our time to discuss what is that you need. I got no plans or appointments at this time so if you will follow me my door is yours. If you want a drink or something let me know and I will get my assistant to get you what you need and make you as comfortable as you will allow.

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Gabriel Cage turns as he goes in his office holding the door for Miss Devereaux to enter. She enters and he closes the door as they begin their discussion.

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Excuse me Miss Devereaux but let me tell my assistant not to disturb unless it is emergency only.

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Gabriel Cage picks up his phone and beeps Miss St. James

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Miss St. James please no interruptions unless it is life and death. Got a meeting to attend to.

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No problem sir. I will make sure you have no interruptions and if Miss Devereaux needs anything just let me know and I will be happy to get it for her.

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Cage drops the phone and puts his attention back on Taylor Devereaux

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[Taylor Devereaux]

"Well she seems to be the delightful one."

Her only words as the smile from her face was more than enough to show her excitement over finally meeting one of the pieces to the puzzle currently being assembled at this very moment in time.

Taking a few moments to take in the scenery of the office, she nodded as if giving her approval, she gently smooths out here skirt before finding her way to one of the three open chairs positioned in front of his desk, officially getting things underway for the afternoon.

"Good to finally put a face with the name Mr. Cage. I've been keeping tabs on things here in GCW since you arrived.

Our mutual friends seemed to be getting anxious lately so I thought it best to get things underway. Allow for everyone to meet and begin to get a feel for one another of course. Which they should be arriving very soon actually."

"So how have things been on your end of things Mr. Cage? Any prime candidates for those to join on this little crusade of ours? I'm sure you've analyzed the roster by now."

[Gabriel Cage]

Cage looks at Devereaux as he takes a drink from his glass and sets it back down and gives that cocky look that he is known for.

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Well of course you know I got my eye on a few people of course. I know this whole ordeal can not be pulled off unless I got the men and women to pull the chain. I was over at Mayhem and LockUp and of course my time there was evident. But with the question in mind the few candidates that I do have are somewhat great additions. I am at this moment pulling the chain and bringing the worst out of a guy by the name of Logan Steel. I would love for him to sign on board but with the circumstances as they are that may not happen. I have talked to Bryan Colombain and DeAngelo Campbell. Both have yet to get back with me. I did have a chat with Brent Starr but that is still in the works. Now with that said I am about to pull the biggest riff in history. I just got to handle the business accordingly but I got a huge female jumping on board as well as a prominent male. The gal has told me she was in and the male he may be a hard sell but with her coming I know she can manuever her ways to get him on board as well.

You may know the girl? Her name is Lauren Blayze. She was the former wife of Logan Steel. Now you see why this could be a dilemna because Logan thinks I am his best friend by giving him evidence on his false drug test case. I needed to use Logan to get Angel Fyre on board since the woman was the centerpiece to all of this. But with that in mind it brings about huge drama and no matter what happens, I win.

Now earlier we spoke via cell and you had some great news to tell me? You get the information I asked about or where do we stand in all of that?

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[Taylor Devereaux]

Taylor nodded her head slightly with each word that passed through her ears, actually in agreement with the majority of the words from Mr. Cage's lips. He seemed to be on the ball thus far with the recruiting so to speak.

"Colombian I'm familiar with slightly from my time in Detroit. Quite the specimen he is. I do believe if we can "persuade" him to come aboard, it could push us to the forefront quicker than previously thought."

"As far as Mr. Campbell goes, I have to admit to not knowing much about the man. Only what I've encountered on the GCW website during my research. Though, Miss Lauren Blayze? She is a talent I've followed for years now actually. I've...heard news of her problems with her ex-husb..."

The sound of the door to Mr. Cage's office could plainly be heard, Taylor's eyes widening as did Mr. Cage's, as she turned in her seat seeing her guest arrive on the scene just in the nick of time. Smiling brightly to her she rose from her chair, letting out a sigh before extending her hand to the young woman after the door was closed behind her.

"Well...It's about time. I started to think you stood me up. "

Greeting the young woman, she turned back towards Mr. Cage, motioning her hand in his direction as she introduced her to the man whom would lead the charge so to speak...

"Our frontline leader of course, Mr. Gabriel Cage."

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Smirking at Taylor Brianna replies.

" Nah, I...just had 'somethin' very big to take care of. If ya catch ma drift. "

Extending her hand to Mr. Cage she holds it there while she continues.

" Brianna Wilson, I'll be helpin' Taylor manage this little 'venture.' "

Not really wanting to hold up the business they were here to discuss Bri continues.

" And what did I miss? "

[Lacey Cadavre]

Before an answer is uttered, a thud is heard coming from the other room. Oh, me, oh, my... whatever could it be.

Of course.

The secretary was out there. And she wasn't taking advantage of her down-time properly. Left alone in the little office all by herself and no vibrator in hand?

Devoid of life, lying to herself who she really was.

Trying to stop, Lacey.

Meet unconsciousness. The door opens. Meet...

"Lacey Cadavre. I was sent here by Alexander Amesley. Don't worry about the meat in the other room. She'll live."

Evil incarnate with a feminine twist takes a step into the room, allowing the door to shut behind her, pulling the hood of her long, cloak-like coat back, to reveal her sharp facial features, ice blue eyes, and raven hair.

[Taylor Devereaux]

Taylor, a bit startled by the entrance of Miss Cadavre, steps to the side as she makes her presence apparent, which apparently from the sounds heard outside of the door, in one of the more violent entrances she'd ever encountered herself. Clearing her throat, she looks to Mr. Cage, hoping that at least he was familiar with the young lady as she herself was not. Almost reluctantly extending her hand to Lacey she introduces herself...

"Lacey I presume? Taylor Devereaux. Glad to meet your acquaintance of course. I'm sure if Mr. Amesley has faith in you, you'll be more than helpful with our impending cause. I'm sure you've heard of Mr. Cage? This here is Miss Brianna Wilson. She'll be sharing managerial duties with yours truly this season if you would. Please, we all should make ourselves comfortable yes?"

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:: Taking a seat in on of the chairs Brianna kicks her cowboy boot clad feet up his desk knocking over a cup of pens and a couple of smaller things over as she leans over to where she can whisper something to where only Taylor will hear her.

" Dayum, she looks like she's fixin' ta' throw a hissy fit and tan some poor fool's hide. "

Pulling back to where anyone else can hear her she speaks to Lacey directly.

" Damn, you look like you could whoop someone like a rented mule. When I was rasslin' I woulda stood about a gnat's chance in a hail storm... "

[Lacey Cadavre]

"Or about as well as your virginity stood up to that mechanical bull.

Or walking in on your brother masturbating... take your pick, you backwater hill billy."

She sighs, pulling up a chair before sitting down in it, crossing her legs.

"Now, Mr. Cage... why don't you inform my why my lord insisted that I...

seek

you out."

[var]

Stepping through the door. Unannounced. They knew he was coming. No need to act surprised. He had gotten word that his presence was requested. He booked himself a ticket from the Motherland, Germany, to the States. Making haste to get to Chicago as soon as possible. His "tools" in suitcases being held in both hands. He knew they'd supply more if he needed it. But he felt comfortable with his own weapons. Atleast, the ones he enjoys using. It seemed it was that time again. He smelled "blood" in the water. His assistance to exterminate a certain nuisance was requested again. They knew who to hire. Need someone to be nonexistant? Look no further. You're looking at a top quality German mercenary who never misses a target. Whether or not they die, that's not something he has any control over. Unless the order was to make sure that the target had rendered lifeless. Sometimes screw ups happen here and there. Some people don't die easily. But he wasn't one to let a job go unfinished. That's when we fast foward to present day. Walking through the hallway. He comes across an unconscious person infront of the door. Shrugging his shoulders. He didn't care. It wasn't his problem. He didn't know if they were dead or not. He didn't care. It didn't mean anything to him. He continued on. Walking through the door. He entered. Silent. He didn't need to say a word. They knew he was coming. Inside the room. He looked around. Nodding his head to each and every person. He paused for a moment when a certain blonde caught his attention. That devilish grin crossed his German lips. A quick wink. She knew what it meant. She knew him. They had history. A small laugh came from his frame. He continued nodding to the rest. Not saying a word. He makes his way over to the left side of the room. Finding an empty space on the wall. He set his suitcases down at his sides. Then he leaned back. Folding his arms across his chest. He kept his eyes and ears open. Listening on to the conversation being held infront of him. Awaiting ORDERs.

[Taylor Devereaux]

_{"Hmmpf. Someone woke up on the wrong side of LIFE this morning didn't they? I figured she'd be the problem child of the bunch. Ignore her sweetie. Ignore it."}


Those were the words mumbled underneath Taylor's breath as she leaned towards Brianna for a split second before repositioning herself upright in her seat once again, before feeling an unmistakable presence enter the room. All eyes shifted, as well as bodies twisted in their stagnant positions, observing the latest of their associates to arrive. She saw the eye wink sent her way, bringing a smile to her face as she returned the gesture. It had been a few months since they had seen one another. Not since Toronto. Simply nodding her head as he took his place against a nearby wall, she too turned back to Mr. Cage, all ears seemingly on the man whom would hopefully lead the individuals present, as well as a few more to the promised land so to speak.

[dcampbell]

Late, as always. Which, in a way, made him right on time on his own standards. I mean, damn, he was sleeping good. You know, when you got the pillow positioned just right under your head and that blanket keeping your body at the perfect temperature. How could you expect him to get up from this? But, of course, that had to be ruined by a few simple rings from the dreadful telephone. The invention that seemed to force him out of his slumber state more than any other. Seeing as how he never used alarm clocks. Again, all this circling back around to his low on time percentage.

Top floor, GCW tower, late but at least he was here. With Ali finding himself not knowing what to do, it left De' inbetween a rock and a hard place. It ruined his tag team dreams, and he wasn't quite sure if he was ready for singles competition yet. Though, he did attempt it a time or two before he took his short leave. Yet, now all thanks to a phone call...He found himself back in this tower. Back being confused and lost, not knowing where he was to go or what he was to do. So, he simply follows directions...Top floor....top floor...Mr. Cage's office...top floor.

Finally, his destination. He is greeted by on unconscious secretary. Well, this was a good start. Face down, on her stomach...He can't help but stare at her ass for a moment. What? He had been alone since leaving Brooklyn. Shaking his head, he slowly steps over her and continues to where he is called to be. Reaching the door, he contemplates knocking. But, hearing the voices inside, rather just opens the door and walks on in. You know, because he's so freaking cool like that...

"Um hey....I uh...got the right place? Names Campbell...DeAngelo Campbell...I was...uh, told to be here around this time..."

Smooth De' real smooth. Sound like a complete moron infront of a room full of strangers...

[Taylor Devereaux]

Yet another one arriving on time she thought. Things seemed to be falling into place quite well thus far. Though she couldn't help but feel a slight feeling of angst as she awaited the arrival of one man in particular for this meeting of sorts. One that would surely help in tilting the scales so to speak. One who would be quite interested in what could possibly come of choosing to align himself with an upstart group such as the one forming before all of their eyes. A bright smile as well as a head nod in Mr. Campbell's direction occurred, before looking back towards the entrance to Mr. Cage's office, as if expecting the man in question to arrive. Hopefully he had taken her "offer" relayed to him just one day prior to heart, as well as genuinely considered as well. Turning back to the man whom would be at the helm of this soon operational full on assault, his words had already begun to fill the room, each and every person present giving their undivided attention.

[Gabriel Cage]

Cage looks to see the assortment of people as he clears his throat.

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Now all of you know why you are here. This is something that has been brewing for months and it is time that we take what is ours. And believe me I know all about Detroit and Toronto. Who do you think was the one paying for some of your contracts anyway? Who do you think was the one that was in some of the venues recruiting? Now you see we have had a few bad ships along the way. From The Order to The Familia and the list goes on and on. So many times the factions from every federation has dropped the ball and in some cases it just got me worried and discouraged. But you see I see something different here. I see promise and I see unity. I see loyalty and commitment. What is left is what you guys and gals are willing to do for the team?

You see all of you are here for a reason. All of you are here to capture something that maybe you never thought you could capture and that is domination. And you all should know me by now or at least know my actions and that is that I don't settle for second best or losing. We are in this to win and to dominate like no other faction. We are here to intimidate and bring about chaos and disorder. And it is about time that we did something that no other faction can say they have done and that is capture a federation and keep it hostage. So what do you guys say?

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Cage looks around to see what the members are thinking as he lifts his glass

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It is time! It is our time! And who can stop us if no one can touch us? You think anyone on either roster can stand in our way. My motto is "Excellence Is Perfection And Anything Short Of That Is Disappointment." So is there anyone left because somehow I know we got a few not here. And why is DeAngelo still staring at my woman! Can someone bring him in here and get him a hook up. He is beginning to act like Jason Arielle for crying out loud.

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