Post by Bindy Trent on Dec 12, 2016 1:12:32 GMT -5
Whether or not one went by the official calendar date it was hard to deny the fact that winter was here, especially in Lowell, Massachusetts. The upcoming seven day forecast had a peak temperature of 39 degrees, a temperature it certainly wasn’t now, and with the added humidity it only made the cold bite that much harder. But Bindy Trent was nothing if not a trooper. The last week’s events for AWE had played out comically as usual, except for one very troublesome thing that no one seemed to be taking as serious as they should.
Yeah, so AWE had FINALLY filed a missing person’s report for 13 in New York, but what good was that here in Lowell? And really was the likelihood of the NYPD reaching out to another state to let them know about a traveling wrestling company and their missing shareholder, or share any potential leads? Zero. Bupkiss. A big fat ol’ goose egg! So that meant maybe some people were going to have to be a little proactive if they wanted to see some results.
Cue Bindy, wrapped up in a big puffy coat and snow boots, traipsing down one of the sidewalks of Lowell. She was all bundled up, scarf wrapped around her face though now it had slipped down, and winter mittens on her hand. In those hands she fumbled awkwardly with a stack of fliers and a staple gun. Every third or so street lamp she could find she was stopping to tack up a poster on.
They were home printed MISSING: REWARD posters for the woman Bindy had realized while making them up she only knew as “13.” Of course, to be formal she had written the number out. In fact, the information she DID know about “Thirteen” was so scant that she’d chosen to fill out most of the poster with just the missing woman’s picture. In hindsight she was wishing she’d picked another picture than one of her in gym clothes, flexing at the camera. Maybe she’d get lucky though, and someone would spot her biceps in a crowd somewhere. You never knew.
So she stopped for the umpteenth time today, bit the tip of one of her mittens between her teeth and pulled that hand free. She stuffed the other fliers between her knees, and slapped the poster onto the wooden poll. BAP. BAP. BAP. Three staples, top left, right and the bottom middle now ensured maybe another person might catch a glimpse of the missing AWE shareholder.
MISSING: REWARD
NAME: Thirteen
HEIGHT: 6’0”?
WEIGHT: 160??
If seen please contact NUMBER REDACTED. A reward valued at $300 is being offered for any information leading to her recovery.
So maybe she neglected to mention that the reward was “valued at” that price because it was a bunch of partially used gift cards and certificates to various stores, restaurants, and health clubs that she’d gathered up from around home, and others that had been donated by various friends and family. At least she was trying! And it was the most she could do right now in the time she could find between also trying to prepare for her upcoming match in the Alpha Cup.
It was hard being distracted over the disappearance of Thirteen though, especially considering that her opponent wasn’t just anyone. He was THEE Zack Fantana. The Resilience Division Champion. A figure head that clearly defined AWE’s level of talent and respect, and here she was fresh out the gate, ready to stumble over her own feet and fall flat on her ass in that match. Her dad would tell her that she was purposefully putting obstacles in her path so that she had a pre-loaded excuse for her failure which was exactly why she had no burning desire to talk to him about her career at this given time. But she still loved him like mad, don’t get it twisted.
Why was she agonizing over this anyway? It was freezing out here, and her nose had been running for the last half an hour. She needed to get inside and warm up over some cide.
HEY! What are you doing?
Like any reasonable person, Bindy looked up and around. If she wasn’t the one being yelled at then she certainly wanted to see who was. She was indeed more of a voyeur than she would probably admit to. Across the street a portly male meter maid was standing next to a car which was dusted under several inches of snow, which the man appeared to be writing some sort of ticket for. And he was staring right back at her. He continued to look at her, obviously waiting for an response. So she
»BINDY«
What’s it look like man? I’m hanging up posters. I’m on the hunt for a missing woman.
ʭMeter Maidʭ
You can’t do that here.
As a car zipped down the road between them
»BINDY«
Uuhhh, I’m trying to find someone who disappeared. It was either hang up posters or go all vigilante Batman, and I haven’t ruled the second one out. Ain’t no laws against being a good citizen, man!
ʭMeter Maidʭ
Unlawful placing of posters and or other advertisements counts as littering and can punished with a $300 fine, ma’am.
She stared, dumbfounded at the man across the street who was sassing her. Did he not just hear what she said? She was trying to save a life! Her inner no-good liberal told her it was time to take a stand, and fight the power. “The Man” wasn’t going to stop her today.
»BINDY«
Dude, you’re like … a parking nazi. I don’t answer to you. Have a soul for once, you corporate stooge!
His face, red from the cold turned sour and he folded up the small notebook he had in his hands. It seemed that the ticket he was writing for the over parked vehicle could wait. Luckily with the street separating them, the flow of traffic would not yet allow him to cross in pursuit of her. So she did a quick and ugly job, stapling several more posters onto the same pole, purely out of spite.
»BINDY«
I hope you never have to personally look for a missing shareholder of your company! Because people like you sure don’t try and make it easy for anyone. AND IT’S THE HOLIDAYS FOR PETE’S SAKE!
The light changed, the cars stopped, and now the meter maid had his chance. Bindy had a head start though, and dashed off down the street. Her feet slipped and skidded, but she managed to stay upright until she was a safe distance away from Constable Crabby Pants.
»BINDY«
Ugh, I love this time of year so much. I know it’s cheesy, and the holidays can be super overwhelming a lot of the time but it always feels like so much goodness ends up coming my way during these months. Maybe it’s my own positivity I’m manifesting coming back to me, I don’t know. But none the less, look at what the present that just fell in my lap. I’m advancing in the Alpha cut and potentially I could even defeat a champion, perhaps securing myself a shot at the title he holds. Well, I don’t think he literally holds it considering it’s been missing for a couple weeks but you know what I mean.
This is where a lot of people I suppose would crack a sly quip about having an undefeated streak in their AWE career, and to be honest I thought about it but that just ain’t me. Streaks are made to be broke, and hey, you can’t break Bindy Trent. And like, just the same, what am I going to do, brag that I’ve got this one great win here in AWE as I’m going up to face Zack Fantana? I mean, gosh, it’s not like he doesn’t have any of those himself, right?
My opponent right now is pretty much the biggest person I could face in this company, in my eyes. The the gold standard for the Resilience division and has proven quite regularly why he gets to have all this praise heaped upon him. I don’t think it’s selling myself short by admitting that there’s nothing I could really say that would turn the majority of people’s thinking in my favor for this fight. But you know what? That doesn’t hurt my feelings.
This in itself is the biggest opportunity I’ve been given here and it’s only my second match. That’s already so important to me. It’s like I’m getting a sneak peek at the final boss of the video game. I get to get in the ring with Zack and l get to learn everything about him I can in that stretch of time, the right combos to take down his defense shield, and all that, and I plan on making that time count. I’m going to drag it out as long as I can manage. I don’t have to kick out, I can find the ropes. I don’t have to go for a pin fall, I can roll out and catch my breath for the nine count.
I’ll be the first to say that I’m not the most methodical wrestler, I don’t get in there and tear into my opponent’s psychology or whatever some people like to do. I’ve always been in this business to enjoy myself. Wrestlers, most of us, we don’t get long careers and when mine’s over I want to know that I loved every minute of it I could. I wouldn’t be happy with this fight in particular unless I learned something from it. I don’t have to win, but I will walk out of the ring a better competitor than I was before, even if it’s only a better competitor against Mr. Fantana the next time we go head to head.
I can’t admit to being a self-described Fantana Fanatic, because my mother always told me if I was going to join a commune or cult I needed to be 100% of what was in the Kool-Aid, but Zack has been nothing if not cool to me so far, so it’s fair to say I’m a fan for what that’s worth. Depending on how bad he beats me up I might wind up being a fair weather fan and jumping off the bandwagon not long after though.
That’s a joke! There’s even a few more up my sleeve, but I’d hate to put all my cards on the table so soon. Zack, I want this fight. I want this chance to cut my teeth, to get just a taste of the possibility of what it feels like to really be something here. Undoubtedly you saw that last week I can take a beating, because Ben Haskell sure as hell gave me one. And I saw that you deserve that main event spot without a doubt. Well I’m sorry that I had to pull you out of the main event scene to slum it for a bit, but don’t worry, I’m going to make it worth your while at the very, very least. At the most? Well, I’m not really resigned to just losing this fight either.
Oh, and Zack. Happy Holidays, and Seasons Beatings. HAH! See what I did there? Okay, that’s the last joke for now, promise.
Yeah, so AWE had FINALLY filed a missing person’s report for 13 in New York, but what good was that here in Lowell? And really was the likelihood of the NYPD reaching out to another state to let them know about a traveling wrestling company and their missing shareholder, or share any potential leads? Zero. Bupkiss. A big fat ol’ goose egg! So that meant maybe some people were going to have to be a little proactive if they wanted to see some results.
Cue Bindy, wrapped up in a big puffy coat and snow boots, traipsing down one of the sidewalks of Lowell. She was all bundled up, scarf wrapped around her face though now it had slipped down, and winter mittens on her hand. In those hands she fumbled awkwardly with a stack of fliers and a staple gun. Every third or so street lamp she could find she was stopping to tack up a poster on.
They were home printed MISSING: REWARD posters for the woman Bindy had realized while making them up she only knew as “13.” Of course, to be formal she had written the number out. In fact, the information she DID know about “Thirteen” was so scant that she’d chosen to fill out most of the poster with just the missing woman’s picture. In hindsight she was wishing she’d picked another picture than one of her in gym clothes, flexing at the camera. Maybe she’d get lucky though, and someone would spot her biceps in a crowd somewhere. You never knew.
So she stopped for the umpteenth time today, bit the tip of one of her mittens between her teeth and pulled that hand free. She stuffed the other fliers between her knees, and slapped the poster onto the wooden poll. BAP. BAP. BAP. Three staples, top left, right and the bottom middle now ensured maybe another person might catch a glimpse of the missing AWE shareholder.
MISSING: REWARD
NAME: Thirteen
HEIGHT: 6’0”?
WEIGHT: 160??
If seen please contact NUMBER REDACTED. A reward valued at $300 is being offered for any information leading to her recovery.
So maybe she neglected to mention that the reward was “valued at” that price because it was a bunch of partially used gift cards and certificates to various stores, restaurants, and health clubs that she’d gathered up from around home, and others that had been donated by various friends and family. At least she was trying! And it was the most she could do right now in the time she could find between also trying to prepare for her upcoming match in the Alpha Cup.
It was hard being distracted over the disappearance of Thirteen though, especially considering that her opponent wasn’t just anyone. He was THEE Zack Fantana. The Resilience Division Champion. A figure head that clearly defined AWE’s level of talent and respect, and here she was fresh out the gate, ready to stumble over her own feet and fall flat on her ass in that match. Her dad would tell her that she was purposefully putting obstacles in her path so that she had a pre-loaded excuse for her failure which was exactly why she had no burning desire to talk to him about her career at this given time. But she still loved him like mad, don’t get it twisted.
Why was she agonizing over this anyway? It was freezing out here, and her nose had been running for the last half an hour. She needed to get inside and warm up over some cide.
HEY! What are you doing?
Like any reasonable person, Bindy looked up and around. If she wasn’t the one being yelled at then she certainly wanted to see who was. She was indeed more of a voyeur than she would probably admit to. Across the street a portly male meter maid was standing next to a car which was dusted under several inches of snow, which the man appeared to be writing some sort of ticket for. And he was staring right back at her. He continued to look at her, obviously waiting for an response. So she
»BINDY«
What’s it look like man? I’m hanging up posters. I’m on the hunt for a missing woman.
ʭMeter Maidʭ
You can’t do that here.
As a car zipped down the road between them
»BINDY«
Uuhhh, I’m trying to find someone who disappeared. It was either hang up posters or go all vigilante Batman, and I haven’t ruled the second one out. Ain’t no laws against being a good citizen, man!
ʭMeter Maidʭ
Unlawful placing of posters and or other advertisements counts as littering and can punished with a $300 fine, ma’am.
She stared, dumbfounded at the man across the street who was sassing her. Did he not just hear what she said? She was trying to save a life! Her inner no-good liberal told her it was time to take a stand, and fight the power. “The Man” wasn’t going to stop her today.
»BINDY«
Dude, you’re like … a parking nazi. I don’t answer to you. Have a soul for once, you corporate stooge!
His face, red from the cold turned sour and he folded up the small notebook he had in his hands. It seemed that the ticket he was writing for the over parked vehicle could wait. Luckily with the street separating them, the flow of traffic would not yet allow him to cross in pursuit of her. So she did a quick and ugly job, stapling several more posters onto the same pole, purely out of spite.
»BINDY«
I hope you never have to personally look for a missing shareholder of your company! Because people like you sure don’t try and make it easy for anyone. AND IT’S THE HOLIDAYS FOR PETE’S SAKE!
The light changed, the cars stopped, and now the meter maid had his chance. Bindy had a head start though, and dashed off down the street. Her feet slipped and skidded, but she managed to stay upright until she was a safe distance away from Constable Crabby Pants.
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»BINDY«
Ugh, I love this time of year so much. I know it’s cheesy, and the holidays can be super overwhelming a lot of the time but it always feels like so much goodness ends up coming my way during these months. Maybe it’s my own positivity I’m manifesting coming back to me, I don’t know. But none the less, look at what the present that just fell in my lap. I’m advancing in the Alpha cut and potentially I could even defeat a champion, perhaps securing myself a shot at the title he holds. Well, I don’t think he literally holds it considering it’s been missing for a couple weeks but you know what I mean.
This is where a lot of people I suppose would crack a sly quip about having an undefeated streak in their AWE career, and to be honest I thought about it but that just ain’t me. Streaks are made to be broke, and hey, you can’t break Bindy Trent. And like, just the same, what am I going to do, brag that I’ve got this one great win here in AWE as I’m going up to face Zack Fantana? I mean, gosh, it’s not like he doesn’t have any of those himself, right?
My opponent right now is pretty much the biggest person I could face in this company, in my eyes. The the gold standard for the Resilience division and has proven quite regularly why he gets to have all this praise heaped upon him. I don’t think it’s selling myself short by admitting that there’s nothing I could really say that would turn the majority of people’s thinking in my favor for this fight. But you know what? That doesn’t hurt my feelings.
This in itself is the biggest opportunity I’ve been given here and it’s only my second match. That’s already so important to me. It’s like I’m getting a sneak peek at the final boss of the video game. I get to get in the ring with Zack and l get to learn everything about him I can in that stretch of time, the right combos to take down his defense shield, and all that, and I plan on making that time count. I’m going to drag it out as long as I can manage. I don’t have to kick out, I can find the ropes. I don’t have to go for a pin fall, I can roll out and catch my breath for the nine count.
I’ll be the first to say that I’m not the most methodical wrestler, I don’t get in there and tear into my opponent’s psychology or whatever some people like to do. I’ve always been in this business to enjoy myself. Wrestlers, most of us, we don’t get long careers and when mine’s over I want to know that I loved every minute of it I could. I wouldn’t be happy with this fight in particular unless I learned something from it. I don’t have to win, but I will walk out of the ring a better competitor than I was before, even if it’s only a better competitor against Mr. Fantana the next time we go head to head.
I can’t admit to being a self-described Fantana Fanatic, because my mother always told me if I was going to join a commune or cult I needed to be 100% of what was in the Kool-Aid, but Zack has been nothing if not cool to me so far, so it’s fair to say I’m a fan for what that’s worth. Depending on how bad he beats me up I might wind up being a fair weather fan and jumping off the bandwagon not long after though.
That’s a joke! There’s even a few more up my sleeve, but I’d hate to put all my cards on the table so soon. Zack, I want this fight. I want this chance to cut my teeth, to get just a taste of the possibility of what it feels like to really be something here. Undoubtedly you saw that last week I can take a beating, because Ben Haskell sure as hell gave me one. And I saw that you deserve that main event spot without a doubt. Well I’m sorry that I had to pull you out of the main event scene to slum it for a bit, but don’t worry, I’m going to make it worth your while at the very, very least. At the most? Well, I’m not really resigned to just losing this fight either.
Oh, and Zack. Happy Holidays, and Seasons Beatings. HAH! See what I did there? Okay, that’s the last joke for now, promise.