Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 13:46:42 GMT -6
What is The Order?
What’s it to you?
To us, we are a collection of the USA’s “misfit children”. We live in shadow, but we blend in so well to society. What is our mission and goal? Simple. Destroy what caused us to become misfits. The government and all within it. Exploit and black mail for our gain. The leaders? Two men who are at the top of their game. Father McCoy, the brain behind everything and the one who follows the muscle and the mouthpiece.
Myself, Aaron Mercer.
I am on a mission. To rid the world of scum and garbage that caused us to become misfits. I am the leader, the light and the way. No matter how messy things get, I am here to clean them up by any means.
I am the only Order in New Edge Wrestling.
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May 16, 2015
New York City
I had sent McCoy to check on a few guests of mine that were to attend New Edge. I had pulled them aside earlier to discuss things and now here I was, alone to think. She was quickly becoming slow to crack, but she was cracking under the pressure. Slow burns…they were always the best. I had gotten my usual, gin and tonic when I heard a knock on the door. Strange, because McCoy had a key to get himself back in. I walked over, looking through the peep hole to find Dazielle standing there, smiling softly and waving slightly. I quickly opened the door, meeting my steel blue eyes with her chocolate brown ones.
“I live here silly. Heard you were here for the NEW event, decided to check in on you.”
I chuckle slightly, allowing her entry in the room. I had forgotten she lived here, what with my being on the west coast. She sat down on the couch and I sat next to her, forgetting about the drink I had just made.
“What brings you by Dazi?”
“I know you had seen my break up with Austen?”
I growled low. The scum bag asshole….
“Honey it was all over twitter, everyone had seen it…McCoy included.”
She flinched and I took her hand, gently giving it a squeeze. She looked down, just giving a soft smile.
“Do you remember when we first met Aaron?”
“Of course I do, it was here in New York. Central Park, you had just got done with a photo shoot and I was walking my dog at that time. You didn’t want to walk home alone. I still remember you asking me about the dog in particular.”
We both shared a laugh…that was the first day that would change my life forever. She got up, grabbing my drink and walking it over to me.
“Despite all of the bad things…my running from the wedding…I had always wondered if you were all right. I never wanted you hurt or to be harmed. I just wanted you safe. I was running from my demons then…still am now.”
She sat back down, nearly in tears. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close.
“We miss you Dazielle. We all do. You are still one of us, you never forgot that. I tell you what, once I am done dispatching of the poser Mercer and the wannabe Calhoun, I will spend some extra time here in New York with you. We can reconnect.”
She looked up at me, happy and at peace for the first time in a long time.
“I have a match next Sunday.”
“We can both fly back, I have one in California.”
We chuckled. I then walked over to my bag, pulling out a small box. I turned around and looked at her, opening it.
“I kept the rings, one day knowing you may be coming back. I never stopped caring or loving you. Whenever you decide to come home, we can discuss this.”
She was silent, the box snapping shut. She didn’t look scared though.
“Can I come with you to your NEW debut? Need to know if I buy a ticket.”
“You get in with McCoy and I. I will see to it that happens as you are my guest of honor. You get to watch me destroy two punks…and maybe do a few other things.”
Her smile returned…the dark smile I knew from her early adulthood. Suddenly we heard the door come open and McCoy come in, a smile of his own on his face. I placed the box back in my bag and McCoy sat next to her.
“What a wonderful surprise. You will be joining us when Aaron makes his debut?”
“Yes I will father. My home is out here, and I heard he was debuting. Had to see him win before I left for Seattle.”
“Wonderful. My child is now happy with the one he loves and once again, we will be at the top.”
I laughed and Dazi shared a hug with McCoy. I knew it would be a slow process, but it would be a process I could really take my time on…anything for her.
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So, McCoy has told me that somehow, this dunce Calhoun thinks I am related to one Jared Mercer. Is he really that stupid or is it just me? I am in no way related to that lackey. Jared probably has no balls big enough to even admit it.
He would only wish he was in my shadow.
Besides, look at the two of you. Here is Jared, trying to step out of one shadow and head long into another one, mine. Then you have Calhoun…who I personally think is more red neck hillbilly than he even wants to admit. Then you have me, the only one to save them. They are both lost, in need of guidance. McCoy and I set upon NEW to deliver that guidance.
By blood, by sacrifice.
My following will be here, all will learn lessons. Jared and Eddie? Their lesson is simple. You both get down and know who the real talent is in this match or you get teeth shoved down your throat. Now it doesn’t matter if you’re scared, don’t want to be in this match or what. If you don’t want to be here, why are you? I can just wipe you clean from existence and be done with you no problem. If you’re scared, just admit it. You are no less…well wait, you ARE less of a man if you are scared. Once again, I ask why you are in the wrestling business.
So tell me boys, do you believe in order or mercy?
I ask because your only way out is through me. You have to kill me in order to win. Many have tried. None have passed the test. So Jared and Eddie, get ready. Beg for mercy and bow to The Order. You have no choice.
See you boys in the ring.
What’s it to you?
To us, we are a collection of the USA’s “misfit children”. We live in shadow, but we blend in so well to society. What is our mission and goal? Simple. Destroy what caused us to become misfits. The government and all within it. Exploit and black mail for our gain. The leaders? Two men who are at the top of their game. Father McCoy, the brain behind everything and the one who follows the muscle and the mouthpiece.
Myself, Aaron Mercer.
I am on a mission. To rid the world of scum and garbage that caused us to become misfits. I am the leader, the light and the way. No matter how messy things get, I am here to clean them up by any means.
I am the only Order in New Edge Wrestling.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
May 16, 2015
New York City
I had sent McCoy to check on a few guests of mine that were to attend New Edge. I had pulled them aside earlier to discuss things and now here I was, alone to think. She was quickly becoming slow to crack, but she was cracking under the pressure. Slow burns…they were always the best. I had gotten my usual, gin and tonic when I heard a knock on the door. Strange, because McCoy had a key to get himself back in. I walked over, looking through the peep hole to find Dazielle standing there, smiling softly and waving slightly. I quickly opened the door, meeting my steel blue eyes with her chocolate brown ones.
“I live here silly. Heard you were here for the NEW event, decided to check in on you.”
I chuckle slightly, allowing her entry in the room. I had forgotten she lived here, what with my being on the west coast. She sat down on the couch and I sat next to her, forgetting about the drink I had just made.
“What brings you by Dazi?”
“I know you had seen my break up with Austen?”
I growled low. The scum bag asshole….
“Honey it was all over twitter, everyone had seen it…McCoy included.”
She flinched and I took her hand, gently giving it a squeeze. She looked down, just giving a soft smile.
“Do you remember when we first met Aaron?”
“Of course I do, it was here in New York. Central Park, you had just got done with a photo shoot and I was walking my dog at that time. You didn’t want to walk home alone. I still remember you asking me about the dog in particular.”
We both shared a laugh…that was the first day that would change my life forever. She got up, grabbing my drink and walking it over to me.
“Despite all of the bad things…my running from the wedding…I had always wondered if you were all right. I never wanted you hurt or to be harmed. I just wanted you safe. I was running from my demons then…still am now.”
She sat back down, nearly in tears. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close.
“We miss you Dazielle. We all do. You are still one of us, you never forgot that. I tell you what, once I am done dispatching of the poser Mercer and the wannabe Calhoun, I will spend some extra time here in New York with you. We can reconnect.”
She looked up at me, happy and at peace for the first time in a long time.
“I have a match next Sunday.”
“We can both fly back, I have one in California.”
We chuckled. I then walked over to my bag, pulling out a small box. I turned around and looked at her, opening it.
“I kept the rings, one day knowing you may be coming back. I never stopped caring or loving you. Whenever you decide to come home, we can discuss this.”
She was silent, the box snapping shut. She didn’t look scared though.
“Can I come with you to your NEW debut? Need to know if I buy a ticket.”
“You get in with McCoy and I. I will see to it that happens as you are my guest of honor. You get to watch me destroy two punks…and maybe do a few other things.”
Her smile returned…the dark smile I knew from her early adulthood. Suddenly we heard the door come open and McCoy come in, a smile of his own on his face. I placed the box back in my bag and McCoy sat next to her.
“What a wonderful surprise. You will be joining us when Aaron makes his debut?”
“Yes I will father. My home is out here, and I heard he was debuting. Had to see him win before I left for Seattle.”
“Wonderful. My child is now happy with the one he loves and once again, we will be at the top.”
I laughed and Dazi shared a hug with McCoy. I knew it would be a slow process, but it would be a process I could really take my time on…anything for her.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
So, McCoy has told me that somehow, this dunce Calhoun thinks I am related to one Jared Mercer. Is he really that stupid or is it just me? I am in no way related to that lackey. Jared probably has no balls big enough to even admit it.
He would only wish he was in my shadow.
Besides, look at the two of you. Here is Jared, trying to step out of one shadow and head long into another one, mine. Then you have Calhoun…who I personally think is more red neck hillbilly than he even wants to admit. Then you have me, the only one to save them. They are both lost, in need of guidance. McCoy and I set upon NEW to deliver that guidance.
By blood, by sacrifice.
My following will be here, all will learn lessons. Jared and Eddie? Their lesson is simple. You both get down and know who the real talent is in this match or you get teeth shoved down your throat. Now it doesn’t matter if you’re scared, don’t want to be in this match or what. If you don’t want to be here, why are you? I can just wipe you clean from existence and be done with you no problem. If you’re scared, just admit it. You are no less…well wait, you ARE less of a man if you are scared. Once again, I ask why you are in the wrestling business.
So tell me boys, do you believe in order or mercy?
I ask because your only way out is through me. You have to kill me in order to win. Many have tried. None have passed the test. So Jared and Eddie, get ready. Beg for mercy and bow to The Order. You have no choice.
See you boys in the ring.