Post by bauerreloaded on Mar 26, 2018 17:59:11 GMT
03/19/2018 ~ BODYTALK
Newark, New Jersey
She never had been the most patient. And although she appeared to be perfectly calm on the outside -- this was far from the truth. Those chairs were uncomfortable and the hospital staff gave her strange looks. Or at least that's what Nora thought to herself. In reality no one looked at her, they were busy doing their own stuff. Every Time someone came into view she almost jumped up -- hoping they were coming for her. But they didn’t.
They one thing Graham had been worried about came to life a few hours ago. Only thing different than his expectations -- he was the one hurt. Finding him on the cold floor after being attacked did two things to Nora. It stung in her heart but more than that it fired up that anger she had so well controlled. For some time he remained unconscious -- even on their way to the next hospital. When his eyes finally fluttered open he seemed confused.
Possible head injury.
Once more she checked the time to realise another ten minutes had passed. She forced herself up and walked back to the information counter. The expression on the nurses face told a tale. It was her manners that kept her from saying: Not you again.
“Are there any news on Graham Gosch?”
“Like the other times you asked, no ma'am. I will call you up the moment I receive word from the doctor. Please try to remain patient.”
“Patient? I wanna see your patience when your boyf… partner… is being checked on -- and they don’t tell you what’s going on. Then we speak of patience again, right?”
The nurse was ready to reply when one of the doctors appeared next to her. He gave a rather friendly smile to Nora before holding out his hand. She took a deep breath before shaking it briefly, then folding her arms in front of her chest.
“Miss Bauer my apologies that you had to wait so long. It took quite the effort to convince your husband to stay the night.”
“He is not… well you are not saying. He is slightly stubborn when it comes to something like that. Can I see him now?”
“Of course. He is room… .”
“I know.”
She spoke when already on her way. It didn’t take a genius to find the right room -- especially when hearing him curse from afar. When Nora kicked the door open his face briefly lighted up. He was trying to sit up straight, but a painful expression covered his face. Before he could try another time she was at his side, pressing him down gently.
“Can you listen to the doctors? If not for yourself then for me.” She tried to smile. “That happens when I leave you out of sight for five minutes.”
“I swear to god, the moment I am out of here -- I am gonna find who did that to me.”
“Which leads us to the million dollar question: Have you seen anything before you went out?”
He remained silent for an awful long moment, then shook his head. His hands formed into fists, his lips a thin line.
“When the door opened I had my back turned on it -- thinking it was you. The next thing I know is waking up in the ambulance vehicle. This place is rotten, Nora. They will come after you next. If anything happens to you… .”
“Nothing is going to happen to me, love. I am well prepared for war if that is what management wants. I might not have eyes on the back of my head -- but i got connections. So try to relax and rest assured that I will find out who did this to you.” She paused, gently rubbing his hand. “Dirk Oswald really doesn’t want to meet me on a bad day.”
He looked at her curious. Graham knew Nora probably better than anyone else at this point -- but right now that was a different person.
“I have been holding back. I tried to be a good girl and obey our contract. But guess what? If you fuck with what's mine -- you might as well meet me on the battlefield. I am done with that shit, Graham. They had a fair chance to promote their shit and their golden competitors. The rules have changed.”
“You are not going to do anything reckless, Nora. At least not for as long as I am in this damn bed. This would be suicidal, babe.”
She got up from her chair and leaned forward, kissing his lips. She allowed her lips to linger on his for a few moments. Her long, brunette hair was a curtain for both of them -- keeping them in the dark. It was therefore that he couldn’t see the look on her face.
“There will come a day when I tell you everything about me. Like haven’t you ever wondered how there is nothing on the life of Nora Baumer? No records? No certifications? That day will come, Graham. But for now keep one thing in mind, will you?”
“What is that?”
“Nothing is more dangerous than an angry woman. We move mountains. We slay kings. And all of this we do with a smile on our face.”
Nora kissed him once more before pulling back -- sitting back on her chair. The place where she probably would stay for the rest of the night. Happily.
03/25/2018 ~ ONE WOMAN SHOW
Boston, Massachusetts
“I have been sitting and waiting. I walked the path you had put me on -- not once complaining. I even gave in to your idea of raw violence. Don’t ever call me a disloyal soldier, guys. But last Warzone something changed and I point my finger at management.”
It was hard to tell where Nora Bauer was cutting this. From the ceiling a single light bulb hung, from time to time flickering. She was leaning back on an ordinary stool, stretching her legs out.
“Maybe my debut here in Factory wasn’t all that glamourous, but I think I made it up to you. Last match I walked through Vanity as if there was no tomorrow. I put her through pain that she wasn’t ready for. And eventually she failed. Again. Same thing goes for Miss Anna. Don’t get me wrong she was able to showcase her skills -- but it just wasn’t enough. I did exactly what I promised. I shown The Factory what Nora Bauer is made of. How much hardcore runs through these veins. But I can assure that you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“Which automatically leads to what management has in store for me next show. Wilhelm Screem. A man of self proclaimed power. A person that believes of himself as something special. I got it. We all have our… special moments. Let me break it down to you Wilhelm and I promise I will do it as easy as possible. You are just another face in this industry, quickly forgotten on your exit. This is nothing personal Screem but me handing out facts. Vanity thought she was the mother of it all -- erased. Anna thinks of herself as a tough bitch -- lips sewed. Neither of us is going to do the flippy floppy shit -- wouldn’t look very gracious with the way we are built. And sure you could out wrestle me but that is a lesson I have learnt in Factory. Wrestling doesn’t get you wins.”
She coughed several times in a playful manner. Her dark eyes focusing on a spot of the dirty wall.
“I wanna be your temple of pain, boy. Correction, I will be. Getting you down on the mat overstretching every muscle you have. I can not guarantee they will survive this treatment, love. My submission skills are on a different level. And unfortunately, for my opponents, I have the bite of a pitbull. Imagine my arms to be my teeth in that matter. Once I got you locked down -- there is only one chance to get out. Tap like a little bitch. There is no shame in surrender, Wilhelm. I am not a ghost or demon -- I am just a female warrior. This will not be an episode of Ghostfacers. All you got as a weapon is yourself, friend. You can try to outrun me but I don’t tire that quickly. I can go just as long as you and if you tempt -- even longer.”
“All my life I stood out, one way or another. I was either too muscular or too foreign. Or was it too quiet? None of that ever stopped me or made me lose my focus. I know what I want and I will not stop till I got it. And this week I want a piece of you, Wilhelm. As dirty as that may sound, but you get the idea. I am not willing to back down from any challenge. What about you? Are you even mentally prepared what is coming for you? Did you make a hunting plan and come fully armed? A part of me hopes so. A small piece of me expects nothing less. But then again never have too high expectations, right? I don’t wanna be the disappointed kid on christmas morning -- getting coal. But I don’t wanna be all negative about you. Maybe there is a decent competitor hiding behind all your silence.”
There was some sort of tumult near her, but she didn’t even blink. Instead Nora was bringing the camera closer to her face.
“What you see is what you get, Willy. To be quite honest that goes for the whole roster. For the Kansas boys as much as the self proclaimed Queens. I am maybe not good at doing those long winded speeches -- or getting cheap pops. But I have always survived. Often enough with nothing but my bare hands. You can’t imagine how often pain has torn me apart, shredded me to pieces. But then what? How can I still be here? Easy and simple. I know how to put myself back together. My pain resilience is a lot higher than most human beings can imagine. I don’t pretend to be invincible. I am not fantast like that, love. But as a matter of fact I know the art of war. You wanna be a predator yet can’t focus on what really matters. Factory is a chance. It is a place where you can live out your darkest desires without getting fined.”
She let out a small laughter.
“You will be an example come Warzone. A shout out to the rest of the roster if you will. They wanted to overlook me -- or worse, look down on me. Or Graham for that matter. Made us feel like intruders to their happy bubble. Maybe you want you to believe that I need a protector. That this is the reason why I didn’t come alone. But look at me now. Just me. You are the start, Wilhelm. I have big plan for this place and not all of them will end well. But do things ever end? Aren’t we all just part of the bigger picture. Easy answer, nope. You are in my way, so I gotta fix that. So I can concentrate on what truly matters right now: Revenge.”
FINAL.