Post by bauerreloaded on Mar 15, 2018 7:10:53 GMT
03/05/2018 ~ LADYKILLER
Newark, New Jersey
ERROR. Mission canceled.
She failed. It was that easy to think but a lot harder to say. A loss can happen to the best of competitors, right? Nice advice to give unless it affects yourself. The problem about this was a complete different one though. She could have lived with letting herself down. It would have been way easier to shrug it off if that had just affected herself. But it didn’t.
I let him down.
Him of course meant Graham Gosch. The one person she could always count on and the other way around. The back of her mind was fully aware that he didn’t blame her. He was a realist as much as she was. But there was a tiny little voice inside of her that caused annoyance. When she closed her eyes the same few pictures appeared in front of her. The last few seconds of their match. Seeing Graham being drop kicked while she felt the heavy weight of Crosby Carter on her chest. All it took was three seconds for it to be over.
Should have ended them.
Once again Nora Bauer shuddered -- her mind was playing tricks on her. The rest of the company probably had left the building by now, but she was still inside the locker room. She had changed gears a while back -- but never made it any further. The past hours seemed slightly blurry now that she wrapped her head around it. She had exchanged a few words with Graham before he went for his shower. The look on his face was the same always, which was somewhat comforting.
She was ripped out of her thoughts when the door swung open and the #rawaf warrior appeared in view. This time his expression was a little worried and somewhat puzzled. One of his arms rested on his hip and his eyebrow raised.
“Nora? Didn’t we wanna meet at the car?”
“Oh, yeah. I was already on my way.” She checked her small watch.
“You told me that around twenty minutes ago. You okay? Did you get hurt?”
His serious voice was almost alarmed when he came closer -- resting his arm on her shoulder. She looked up and forced herself to smile. Of course he wouldn’t buy it but it was always worth a try. In a gentle manner she laid her own hand above his, squeezing.
“I just lost track of time. Thinking about everything that happened tonight. Overanalyzing as you call it. Wondering where I went wrong, Graham.”
He grabbed her hand tighter. “First of all, where we went wrong. This was a team match, Nora. We would have won together, so we lost together. It does mean little to nothing who is taking the bullet in the end. You know me better than that, girl.”
She used his hand to help herself up, looking into his eyes. Fact was, Nora Bauer was bitter tonight. She was annoyed to the limits and it was easier to blame herself -- then both of them. Without further hesitation she placed a kiss on his lips, grabbing her bag.
“We could argue about this, but we won't. As well as I know you, you know me. I am stubborn like a mule. If I think I messed up somewhere, I will go through it till I find the weak link.” Her brown eyes looked into his. “I could come up with a ton of excuses, couldn’t I? Like how Carter’s fling distracted me. How Thadd’s horse like grin got on my nerves. The list is endless -- but it will not solve the main problem. I lost my focus in the moment where it mattered most. You have fought like a lion, Graham. I have never been this proud of you.”
Nora took a deep breath before continuing her walk -- but she was stopped. His huge hand wrapping around her arm, almost pulling her back.
“And you didn’t? I have seen you knock that ho face first into the mat. The way her body stopped moving for a few seconds. Nora, I know you are angry. And that is good in my opinion. We lost a battle, but we sure as hell didn’t lose the war. Use those emotions as motivation for whatever comes next. Unload it on your next opponent. Make them realise that underneath that killer body rests exactly that -- a predator.”
She nodded her head several times while letting his words sink in. A sadistic grin appeared on her face as she flexed her muscles.
“We gotten here with the wrong idea on our mind. This is no wrestling company, love. This is a slaughterhouse. They hunger for violence and I am willing to fulfill their wish. No matter the consequences.”
In an instant her whole attitude changed. It was as if someone had opened a lock that existed inside her head. One that kept her emotions in check. There was a cage where Nora Bauer kept all her dark memories. Her cruel intentions. And the bloodthirst that once ruled her life. It had been so well hidden that she didn’t fear for it to come back. But basically all it needed was the right motivation.
“Let’s show them what real war means. And that despite all their knowledge -- not all warriors are created equally.”
Her fingers interlocked with his on the way out, the smile on her face remaining intact.
My name is Kristine Kiehl, bitch.
03/13/2018 ~ SUGAR RUSH
Boston, Massachusetts
The hardest battles are sometimes the ones others don’t see. The ones that we have with ourselves behind closed doors. Nora was no stranger to those situations. She was used to ripping herself apart -- till she was satisfied. At points it was painful, but every single time necessary.
For the first time in a year she had left the gym early, taking time off. She waved goodbye to the clients and texted Graham. All this time living here she never taken the time to stroll through the city. Checking all those small shops and cafes. Most of the time she would work or spend time in their cozy apartment. She had only walked for a couple of minutes before she recognised steps behind her. Every other person wouldn’t think anything of it -- but they weren’t Nora. She kept her pace and so did the follower. When she slowed down, he slowed down.
“Was she too busy to come herself?” Nora spoke louder than necessary.
“Who said she hasn’t?”
Without second guessing Nora turned her focus to the other side of the street -- spotting her. That tall amazon built figure with her usual eccentric clothing style. She slowly removed her sunglasses -- smiling.
“Miss Martinez, would like to see you.”
There was no point in protesting, so she just crossed the street without bothering about the cars. Some honked but she went on with a stoic look on her face. They were friends, yes. But there was a lot more to their past. Shawna Martinez was one of the most dangerous people on this planet. With or without MOB.
“What a lovely coincidence, Nora. I had some business in Boston and heard that you recently moved here.” She took a seat outside on of the cafes. “Have a seat, kitten. I am not gonna bite.”
You sure?
“You could have just called, you know? Instead of sending one of your dogs after me -- could have gone very wrong for him.”
“But it didn’t, right? Maybe I wanted to see the old fire, honey. Because I am honestly a little disappointed with what I see. You look almost… tame.”
“Excuse you?”
Shawna laughed. “Don’t get offended, pet. But I have seen your tragic debut in that Hardcore place. You let two hipsters run you over. I got worried.”
It was only half a lie Nora thought. Shawna did worry about certain people -- but that was no reason to come to Boston. Like every other time it was a game for her, not revealing her true intentions.
“New show, new chance. Right?”
“Is that so? You face off with whacky cult leader and the luckless wonder called Anna Badstreet. Is that really a chance? Or more a farce?”
The blonde reached in front of her to grab whate obviously was coffee -- but seemed cold by now. She took a sip which was followed by an annoyed expression.
“This piss can’t live up to Italian coffee.”
“I am not sure what you expect from me, Shawna. I can’t just go in there and kill people.”
“No. But you can hurt them to a level where they wish they were dead. Get my logic. You have trained under the most merciless hunters since you been a child. There is no room for holding back.” She rolled her eyes. “Let’s do this different. Think of me as either of them, Vanity or Anna, and tell me why you are better than me. Kill me, Kiehl.”
Nora was tempted to ask if this was a joke, but she knew better. They had been in a similar situation before -- yet so different. So no matter how silly and awkward this situation appeared, she would play along.
“Neither of them can imagine the things I have seen. Or the fact that when I hit -- I hit with a purpose. To knock someone out, to hurt them. And I will do exactly that. When it comes to technique, they may be a little more trained than me, but all it takes is one slip and I've trapped them in a submission. I`ve scouted, I`ve done homework and their defense is piss-poor, and I will take advantage, twisting, bending and SNAPPING limbs to my will. All because I can. Look at Vanity, she is no stranger to tapping out, which automatically means I gotta remind them of something. I love to inflict pain through submission holds. It is an art I have perfected. Once I lock them, there is no way out.”
“But this is not about wrestling, Nora. The keyword is hardcore.”
Nora let out a small growl. “Ask Crosby Carter if I know what hardcore means. I have busted him open with that chain like the little motherfucker that he is. I have crippled his girly in a way she has never felt before. And I could have gone for another hour. Pain is my motivation -- my fuel if you want. Neither Vanity nor Anna know what it's like to be on a hunt for days. There is a huge difference between myself and those girls. Not even focusing on their condition problems. There will come a time when their bodies will give in -- pain dimming their focus. But not mine. You remember that one time you sent me to Russia? I do. The way my toes froze numb one after the other. It hurts. But only briefly. I am not invincible -- but I come a lot closer than Mother of all and Miss Sesame Street.”
Shawna leaned across the table, whispering. “They will put you under pressure, trying to break you.”
“Break me? If I had a dollar for everytime someone threatened to do that. The pretty boys tried the same. Guess what? They won a match. Cheers to that. Vanity on the other hand hasn’t done shit. She lost. Anna? Same story. So neither of them are better than me in any shape or form. It took me a moment to realise that -- you may call me a slow learner. I want them to prove me wrong, Shawna. I will go in there with one thing on my mind: Destruction. The one thing The Factory has called for. Granted.”
Shawna’s smile was still friendly but somewhat her eyes looked serious.
“Make sure I don’t have to come down here again, okay?”
FINAL.
You know you can't switch accounts without turning it off?
I feel cool
