Post by Bindy Trent on Dec 16, 2016 3:29:25 GMT -5
Cue Bindy, wrapped in a snuggie, sitting in a bean bag, and sipping from a snowman shaped mug. All around her feet were presents she’d been diligently wrapping for ‘X-Mas.’ Her non-denominational family didn’t celebrate ‘Christ’ anything, but they had a love of the ‘winter season’ she had inherited quite strongly. She looked into the camera, all Bang Bang Bindy smiles as usual.
»BINDY«
They say in life you only get to make one first impression and if you were to ask me, Bindy Hepzibah Trent, personally how I feel about the impressions I’ve made here in AWE I’d say they’re pretty dang good. I mean I’m sure there’s someone on the roster who probably rolls their eyes at just the mention of my name because I’m too happy. I’m such a goody goody, I’m too much this or not enough that, and I get it. The bumper sticker on my car says “coexist,” it doesn’t say we all have to hug hands and love each other every day of the week, just coexist. That’s it. But I’ve been trying, honestly with like … let’s say 70% of my being to do right by most people here in this company. Especially my opponents.
That probably sounds dumb, right? Why would you do something right by a person you’re supposed to beat? Because that’s just who I am. I don’t engage in a lot of bullshit for the most part. What you see is what you get, and I love being able to just run up to someone and throw that all on the table for them to decide what they’re going to do with it. I did it with Ben Haskell, and I did it again with Zack Fantana. I willingly showed my hand to them the first chance I was given.
And yet for some reason this week Zack thinks I’ve got an ace up my sleeve somewhere? In my case it might be like a three of Clubs I misplaced but that’s about it. Haskell didn’t lose to me because he underestimated me, I showed him who I was. He lost because in that match, in that very ring, I was better. Just by a bit, just long enough. Maybe a butterfly flapped its wings and instead of causing a tsunami in Japan it gave me that second or third wind that Ben couldn’t catch. So let’s not try and get it crooked about what happened.
Just like if I lose to you, which is a very real possibility it’s not going to be because I underestimated you, is it? I know you’re good, I’m not downplaying that. If I lose it’s because on that ring, in that night you were better than me and I’ll be the first person to let the world know it. And I won’t lose any sleep over it either, because we’re in a business of wins and losses and you can’t win ‘em all. And if you do, all the other players on the board are probably a skill level below you.
That’s not where I want to compete. I want to be challenged. I want to be better. Zack, I want you to make me better. Do you understand that? I think you do, even if for some reason you think that I’m trying to play a game of flying low under the radar. Maybe I just make it look like that because as you seem to believe, nobody expects anything of me. Nah man, I expect a lot from me I just don’t beat myself up over it if it doesn’t happen right away.
The journey is its own reward, the road less taken makes all the difference, life is a highway yadda yadda, and I’m going to ride it, so on and so forth all night long. I’m happy to just be out there wrestling against a champion for my second showing. No surprises, no cheap tricks. Just B.B.B. out there banging and clanging against Mr. Fantana and his Fantaniacs. If you ask me you’re taking this match of ours way too seriously. Just relax, take a few deep breaths and look on the bright side, I want to have this match and make it a good one for everyone out there. You should too, if not for yourself then do it for the fans that wanna wanna, wanna Fanta.
And no Zack, I don’t think I’m a better human than you not from anything I’ve seen. In fact, so far you’ve seemed like a pretty all right guy despite that grizzled tough man exterior. But do I think I’m a better wrestler? You know, maybe if the stars and planets align, Venus is in retrograde and I eat my Wheaties with a bowl of flax milk for one night, for one moment in that AWE ring I just might be. Oh, and good form on the Lotus position, but I’d recommend some downward-facing dog before bed too. Might help with that tension it looks like you’re carrying in the lower back.
Another day that was as cold as a witch’s tit in Lowell, Mass and again Bindy was out running around them streets like it was her job. At least this time she wasn’t putting up missing person’s posters, but instead was walking to an appointment she’d made for herself while in town. A little bit of self-care that every woman was entitled to. Even though her breath turned to white puffs in the bitterly cold air, she refused to save it, her phone to her ear she was chatting up one of her siblings. Bindy could barely slow down to allow replies as she tried to fill Amantha in on the events of the last two weeks.
»BINDY«
No, things are actually really good! I’ve taken a little extra time off. Normally I’d be bouncing around to some other shows in between what I’m doing now, but since it’s the holidays I’m sort of pulling back and just appreciating “me time.”
ʚAMANTHAɞ
And what’s that consist of? Bong hits and watching Neil deGrasse talk about the Cosmos?
Her vastly more “professionally accomplished” sibling always seemed to be in the dark about how Bindy lived her life no matter how many times she explained it. Just because Bindy lived a little bit more freely than some, this particular sister of hers always seemed to be under the impression she was a couch surfing vagabond. In fact, it was almost like she did that just to annoy her. Could she be blamed though, when Bindy always fell for it?
»BINDY«
You’re so unnecessary. I’ve been doing my holiday shopping, I volunteered at a park clean up, been attending hot pilates classes, and I’ll have you know I’ve even been like … sort of doing this good deed, for seasonal good vibes and all.
ʚAMANTHAɞ
Oh god, you found a charity case, didn’t you? What is it? A three legged dogged? A three legged homeless man? A one eyed pigeon?
»BINDY«
Again, very unnecessary of you Amantha. I’m being kind to a coworker, that’s all.
Just because she’d done all those things Amantha mentioned didn’t mean she had to be so sarcastic.
ʚAMANTHAɞ
That’s all? That’s actually so understated. You disappoint me.
»BINDY«
Well he’s a pretty big jerk to be honest. Over inflated opinion of himself. The usual male wrestler cliches, but you know how a person is a person no matter how small right? I told myself I was going to be as nice as I could to people this years, and since I’ve been nice to him it’s like the universe is rewarding me.
The person she described as a “big jerk” was not her opponent, but instead Aaron Pace, whom she’d had the unfortunate pleasure of getting to meet during her first show for AWE. To be honest there were a few people in the company that could fall under that jerk umbrella too, but now that she’d seen being nice to one brought her such good luck she was hoping she could maybe treat the others with the same good intentions.
ʚAMANTHAɞ
Oh Bindy … no. You sound so dumb right now. I can’t believe mom and dad chose to adopt you, like, willingly and everything.
»BINDY«
We’re ALL adopted, Amantha. But I’m serious! Listen, I was nice to him and in one day I got a free cookie from the coffee shop, and won five dollars in a raffle. The next day I found my earbuds that had been lost for like two months. And you know what? I think I might actually have my opponent for this next match a little shook. I’m not trying to jinx this, I got a good thing going. Just let me get through this round in the Alpha Cup and then-
ʚAMANTHAɞ
What’s an Alpha Cup?
»BINDY«
The big tournament I was just explaining to you five minutes ago. Were you even listening?
ʚAMANTHAɞ
Not really. I was drawing up some Compromise and Release documents for a client. I think I get the gist though.
Bindy rolled her eyes as she pushed open the front door to a multiple-storied office building. She rushed in rather quickly, eager to escape the ache of the below freezing temperatures.
»BINDY«
Anyway I gotta go Ammy, I’m seeing the Reiki practitioner the owner of my AirBnB recommended. Said he did wonders for her last year when Thanksgiving got her energies all out of whack.
ʚAMANTHAɞ
That person already sounds like a quack. One day you’re going to get hurt going to one of these witch doctors and land me a fat class action lawsuit you know.
»BINDY«
Why’d you have to go and guess what I was getting you for Christmas? Now you just ruined it all.
With a few more exchanges of what counted as pleasantries for the sisters while Bindy ascended the stairs to the second floor, she finally said good bye to Amantha. She rapped her knuckles on the office door which was marked with a placard reading ‘Dr. Skinya’ whom she had come to see, and immediately it opened. As if it were never even fully shut to begin with.
Inside his office decorated with various Native American knick knacks, artwork, framed diplomas, certificates, and an anatomy skeleton hanging in the corner the man was walking around, waving a bundle of burning sage while chanting something in another language under his breath. He didn’t open his eyes, but knew she had arrived none the less and addressed her. Inhaling in a long breath before so.
ɸDR. SKINYAɸ
Mmmmmmmmmmmm, Miss Hepzibah. Your aura, it’s wonderful. It tastes like lavender.
That was a new one, but hey, no judgement. She walked further into the office and Dr. Skinya set his bundle of sage aside on a handmade ceramic ashtray. She found herself making small talk. There was a distinct lack of furniture and so not knowing what else to do she sat on the floor, crossing her legs.
»BINDY«
So, uh, Terry Bachram who recommended you said you’d moved out here recently? That’s cool man. East coast needs more holistic healers.
ɸDR. SKINYAɸ
Yes, I had an established practice in Las Vegas for many years. Then there were … several instances with a client who was … beyond my skill set …
As he sat down across from her his eyes wandered off, looking at the wall. But he was looking past it, into some memories he had buried deep that were now being drug up. The young woman had no idea it was such an intense subject or she would have never brought it up. He snapped out of the funk suddenly though, and reached up grabbing Bindy by the face.
ɸDR. SKINYAɸ
Let us begin the energy healing!
»BINDY«
They say in life you only get to make one first impression and if you were to ask me, Bindy Hepzibah Trent, personally how I feel about the impressions I’ve made here in AWE I’d say they’re pretty dang good. I mean I’m sure there’s someone on the roster who probably rolls their eyes at just the mention of my name because I’m too happy. I’m such a goody goody, I’m too much this or not enough that, and I get it. The bumper sticker on my car says “coexist,” it doesn’t say we all have to hug hands and love each other every day of the week, just coexist. That’s it. But I’ve been trying, honestly with like … let’s say 70% of my being to do right by most people here in this company. Especially my opponents.
That probably sounds dumb, right? Why would you do something right by a person you’re supposed to beat? Because that’s just who I am. I don’t engage in a lot of bullshit for the most part. What you see is what you get, and I love being able to just run up to someone and throw that all on the table for them to decide what they’re going to do with it. I did it with Ben Haskell, and I did it again with Zack Fantana. I willingly showed my hand to them the first chance I was given.
And yet for some reason this week Zack thinks I’ve got an ace up my sleeve somewhere? In my case it might be like a three of Clubs I misplaced but that’s about it. Haskell didn’t lose to me because he underestimated me, I showed him who I was. He lost because in that match, in that very ring, I was better. Just by a bit, just long enough. Maybe a butterfly flapped its wings and instead of causing a tsunami in Japan it gave me that second or third wind that Ben couldn’t catch. So let’s not try and get it crooked about what happened.
Just like if I lose to you, which is a very real possibility it’s not going to be because I underestimated you, is it? I know you’re good, I’m not downplaying that. If I lose it’s because on that ring, in that night you were better than me and I’ll be the first person to let the world know it. And I won’t lose any sleep over it either, because we’re in a business of wins and losses and you can’t win ‘em all. And if you do, all the other players on the board are probably a skill level below you.
That’s not where I want to compete. I want to be challenged. I want to be better. Zack, I want you to make me better. Do you understand that? I think you do, even if for some reason you think that I’m trying to play a game of flying low under the radar. Maybe I just make it look like that because as you seem to believe, nobody expects anything of me. Nah man, I expect a lot from me I just don’t beat myself up over it if it doesn’t happen right away.
The journey is its own reward, the road less taken makes all the difference, life is a highway yadda yadda, and I’m going to ride it, so on and so forth all night long. I’m happy to just be out there wrestling against a champion for my second showing. No surprises, no cheap tricks. Just B.B.B. out there banging and clanging against Mr. Fantana and his Fantaniacs. If you ask me you’re taking this match of ours way too seriously. Just relax, take a few deep breaths and look on the bright side, I want to have this match and make it a good one for everyone out there. You should too, if not for yourself then do it for the fans that wanna wanna, wanna Fanta.
And no Zack, I don’t think I’m a better human than you not from anything I’ve seen. In fact, so far you’ve seemed like a pretty all right guy despite that grizzled tough man exterior. But do I think I’m a better wrestler? You know, maybe if the stars and planets align, Venus is in retrograde and I eat my Wheaties with a bowl of flax milk for one night, for one moment in that AWE ring I just might be. Oh, and good form on the Lotus position, but I’d recommend some downward-facing dog before bed too. Might help with that tension it looks like you’re carrying in the lower back.
◊ ◊ ◊ ◊
Another day that was as cold as a witch’s tit in Lowell, Mass and again Bindy was out running around them streets like it was her job. At least this time she wasn’t putting up missing person’s posters, but instead was walking to an appointment she’d made for herself while in town. A little bit of self-care that every woman was entitled to. Even though her breath turned to white puffs in the bitterly cold air, she refused to save it, her phone to her ear she was chatting up one of her siblings. Bindy could barely slow down to allow replies as she tried to fill Amantha in on the events of the last two weeks.
»BINDY«
No, things are actually really good! I’ve taken a little extra time off. Normally I’d be bouncing around to some other shows in between what I’m doing now, but since it’s the holidays I’m sort of pulling back and just appreciating “me time.”
ʚAMANTHAɞ
And what’s that consist of? Bong hits and watching Neil deGrasse talk about the Cosmos?
Her vastly more “professionally accomplished” sibling always seemed to be in the dark about how Bindy lived her life no matter how many times she explained it. Just because Bindy lived a little bit more freely than some, this particular sister of hers always seemed to be under the impression she was a couch surfing vagabond. In fact, it was almost like she did that just to annoy her. Could she be blamed though, when Bindy always fell for it?
»BINDY«
You’re so unnecessary. I’ve been doing my holiday shopping, I volunteered at a park clean up, been attending hot pilates classes, and I’ll have you know I’ve even been like … sort of doing this good deed, for seasonal good vibes and all.
ʚAMANTHAɞ
Oh god, you found a charity case, didn’t you? What is it? A three legged dogged? A three legged homeless man? A one eyed pigeon?
»BINDY«
Again, very unnecessary of you Amantha. I’m being kind to a coworker, that’s all.
Just because she’d done all those things Amantha mentioned didn’t mean she had to be so sarcastic.
ʚAMANTHAɞ
That’s all? That’s actually so understated. You disappoint me.
»BINDY«
Well he’s a pretty big jerk to be honest. Over inflated opinion of himself. The usual male wrestler cliches, but you know how a person is a person no matter how small right? I told myself I was going to be as nice as I could to people this years, and since I’ve been nice to him it’s like the universe is rewarding me.
The person she described as a “big jerk” was not her opponent, but instead Aaron Pace, whom she’d had the unfortunate pleasure of getting to meet during her first show for AWE. To be honest there were a few people in the company that could fall under that jerk umbrella too, but now that she’d seen being nice to one brought her such good luck she was hoping she could maybe treat the others with the same good intentions.
ʚAMANTHAɞ
Oh Bindy … no. You sound so dumb right now. I can’t believe mom and dad chose to adopt you, like, willingly and everything.
»BINDY«
We’re ALL adopted, Amantha. But I’m serious! Listen, I was nice to him and in one day I got a free cookie from the coffee shop, and won five dollars in a raffle. The next day I found my earbuds that had been lost for like two months. And you know what? I think I might actually have my opponent for this next match a little shook. I’m not trying to jinx this, I got a good thing going. Just let me get through this round in the Alpha Cup and then-
ʚAMANTHAɞ
What’s an Alpha Cup?
»BINDY«
The big tournament I was just explaining to you five minutes ago. Were you even listening?
ʚAMANTHAɞ
Not really. I was drawing up some Compromise and Release documents for a client. I think I get the gist though.
Bindy rolled her eyes as she pushed open the front door to a multiple-storied office building. She rushed in rather quickly, eager to escape the ache of the below freezing temperatures.
»BINDY«
Anyway I gotta go Ammy, I’m seeing the Reiki practitioner the owner of my AirBnB recommended. Said he did wonders for her last year when Thanksgiving got her energies all out of whack.
ʚAMANTHAɞ
That person already sounds like a quack. One day you’re going to get hurt going to one of these witch doctors and land me a fat class action lawsuit you know.
»BINDY«
Why’d you have to go and guess what I was getting you for Christmas? Now you just ruined it all.
With a few more exchanges of what counted as pleasantries for the sisters while Bindy ascended the stairs to the second floor, she finally said good bye to Amantha. She rapped her knuckles on the office door which was marked with a placard reading ‘Dr. Skinya’ whom she had come to see, and immediately it opened. As if it were never even fully shut to begin with.
Inside his office decorated with various Native American knick knacks, artwork, framed diplomas, certificates, and an anatomy skeleton hanging in the corner the man was walking around, waving a bundle of burning sage while chanting something in another language under his breath. He didn’t open his eyes, but knew she had arrived none the less and addressed her. Inhaling in a long breath before so.
ɸDR. SKINYAɸ
Mmmmmmmmmmmm, Miss Hepzibah. Your aura, it’s wonderful. It tastes like lavender.
That was a new one, but hey, no judgement. She walked further into the office and Dr. Skinya set his bundle of sage aside on a handmade ceramic ashtray. She found herself making small talk. There was a distinct lack of furniture and so not knowing what else to do she sat on the floor, crossing her legs.
»BINDY«
So, uh, Terry Bachram who recommended you said you’d moved out here recently? That’s cool man. East coast needs more holistic healers.
ɸDR. SKINYAɸ
Yes, I had an established practice in Las Vegas for many years. Then there were … several instances with a client who was … beyond my skill set …
As he sat down across from her his eyes wandered off, looking at the wall. But he was looking past it, into some memories he had buried deep that were now being drug up. The young woman had no idea it was such an intense subject or she would have never brought it up. He snapped out of the funk suddenly though, and reached up grabbing Bindy by the face.
ɸDR. SKINYAɸ
Let us begin the energy healing!