Post by Bindy Trent on Nov 18, 2016 23:12:51 GMT -5
CHARACTER INFORMATION
REAL NAME: Bindy Hepzibah Trent
RING NAME: Bang Bang Bindy
NICKNAME(S): B3, The Bindster, B Squared
PICTURE BASE: Renee Michelle
AGE: 23
HEIGHT: 5’6”
WEIGHT: 134
ENTRANCE MUSIC: Bowling For Soup - “Award Show Taylor Swift”
HOME TOWN: Bowie, Maryland
HAILS FROM: Baltimore, Maryland
ALIGNMENT: Technical Face -
Not a mic magician by any means, not someone who compels on the microphone, but a bona fide in-ring master; so solid and consummate an in-ring performer that that talking is done in the ring, and the fans love it. ex. AJ Styles, Finn Balor, The Undertaker.
SALARY: $6,000 a Match
POPULARITY:
TWITTER @: @bangbangbindy
PRIMARY FIGHTING STYLE: High-Flier
SECONDARY FIGHTING STYLE: Striker
IN-RING STRENGTHS: Isn’t easily rattled, her chill demeanor keeps her from getting too hot headed when she is being bested by an opponent.
IN-RING WEAKNESSES: Bindy can become caught up in the moment, or absentminded, forgetting about her opponent when interacting with the crowd. She also still has areas of inexperience where a more well rounded fighter would be able to best her.
PERSONALITY AND GIMMICK: Bindy is in the ring to wrestle, winning or losing is inconsequential. At the end of the day as long as she’s getting a check and putting on a show, she isn’t exactly worried about the marks in her wins and losses columns, and has been known to live by the mantra “pin me and pay me.” That’s not to say the woman doesn’t have talent, she just isn’t concerned about stressing herself over proving her worth. In fact, Bindy doesn’t make it a point to stress about much at all. All that negative energy she’d rather channel into something positive, either in ring or out.
BIOGRAPHY: One of three children of a former Phish roadie and a community college professor Bindy had perhaps one of the most unconventional and yet well rounded childhood one could have. In stark comparison to many others in the business wrestling has never been an act of rebellion against her parental units but rather a way to travel the globe in a way that wasn’t quite as toiling or as much a bummer as joining the Peace Corps.
While she began training part time shortly after her 18th birthday Bindy still has weak spots and
areas of inexperience. Just the same she has areas in the wrestling ring where the woman occasionally has flashes of brilliance. Some of her trainers have been known to remark that she would be an honest threat in the ring if she’d take the business more earnestly, but as of now she just can’t find it in her to take anything all that serious.
ACCOMPLISHMENTS: While Bindy has experience across the world wrestling, and has held titles here and there she doesn’t find much worth in bragging about them.
RING ATTIRE:
PREFERRED DIVISION: Resilience (may in the future ask to join Paramount seeing how this character works out, but maybe not.)
MOVESET
STANDARD MOVES:
-Arabian Press
-Best Moonsault Ever
-Chop Block
-Discus Elbow Smash
-Diving Crossbody
-Japanese Arm Drag
-Kawada Kicks
-Knee Drop
-Koppu Kick
-Leapfrog Body Guillotine
-Springboard Moonsault
-Springboard Tornado DDT
-Suicide Dive
-Wind up punch
SIGNATURE MOVES:
-Top Rope Frankensteiner
- Backdrop Lift Facebuster
FINISHER(S):
- Masato Tanaka’s Diamond Dust - "Karmatic Debt"
-Shooting Star Leg Drop - "Let It Ride"
HANDLER INFORMATION
NAME: SaraAGE: 28
CONTACT DETAILS: Hit me up in the DMs on twitter, or here on the board.
SAMPLE ROLE-PLAY
[Just something to show you I can string together a few sentences when it's called for!]
With a shrug of her shoulders she hiked the well broken in leather jacket the rest the way up her arms, and then turned to look at herself in the skinny floor to ceiling mirror. It was a decent article of clothing, a well worn tan colored piece with fringe that hung off the arms from the elbows down to the cuffs. Bindy reckoned she looked the part for a Western movie, and with that thought fired off two finger pistols at her reflection while mouthing the words bang bang! to herself. A waifish young woman working as a sales clerk here had been slithering around the store while Bindy shopped, and she popped up behind her now as if she'd stepped through some interdimensional portal cut from the fabric of space here in the store.
CLERK
"Chic isn't it? You know I have a cousin who works in the mail room of People magazine. They're saying that south western style and patterns are going to be all the rage the next few months. That jacket would make a great wardrobe center piece."
She felt a portion of her brain struggling to not shut down as this fellow young, hip lady spoke about patterns and clothing.
»BINDY«
"Yeah man, that's not really my whole deal, scene, thing. I just where what I like, or whatever."
CLERK
"Well none the less you have a talented eye for fashion."
»BINDY«
"Thanks."
She tried to reply without sounding confused or questioning, and then looked back in the mirror, tugging the front of the jacket down in the front. She really liked the tassels.
»BINDY«
"How much is this anyway?"
Raising her arms she looked for the price tag, unable to locate it. The saleswoman reached over to the elbow of one of the sleeves and turned over the small paper tag that was attached there. She answered, matter of factly.
CLERK
"Oh lucky you! This piece is actually on sale, it’s only $173!"
At that moment she wished for a beverage of some sort so that she could do the comical spit take she so felt those numbers deserved.
»BINDY«
"One hundred and what now? The sign out front says that this is a second hand store. Did someone important die in this coat? Is their soul trapped in this jacket?"
CLERK
"The sign out front says that we are a shop that specializes in vintage and retro pieces, old clothing that has been up-cycled to live on to its full potential. This isn’t a Good Will. You don’t see any second hand couches sitting around here, do you?"
To be certain she pushed herself up onto her toes and looked around.
»BINDY«
"I don't, but if you want I got a buddy that was just going to throw his old ones out. I can guarantee you that the stains on it are 100% artisanal."
While Bindy chuckled to herself, the other woman pressed her lips into a bitter unamused line. Gingerly, she shrugged herself back out of the jacket and then handed it over to the sales lady.
»BINDY«
"It's a great jacket, awesome, ya know, but I actually just bought a $170 jacket the other day and I'm trying to keep myself to a once a week limit. You feel me? Otherwise man, I'd be all over that deal. It's literally just too good to turn down otherwise."
Throwing up a tentative thumbs up, Bindy back herself away from the changing area and mirrors, and then scuttled towards door that clanged and clattered with the stupid wind chime hanging in front of it as she made her exit. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself over the whole experience, while reaching into her back pocket to fish out her phone. Taking a look at the screen she did her second double take in what was just a span of five minutes now. Was that really the time? She had a wrestling show at a local barbecue joint in less than two hours. Standing on the side walk in the downtown shopping district she looked around for a cab, or something. It was relatively dead, but as things usually did, the fates smiled down on Bindy with some good fortune. A dapper looking hipster of a man rolled up to the near by stop light, pedaling on bicycle rickshaw and sucking on a vape pen. She waved an arm frantically at him and then flashed a wide smile.
»BINDY«
"Hey buddy, think you can spare a ride for few bucks?"