Post by Bindy Trent on Jan 11, 2017 17:22:16 GMT -5
A framed picture on the wall was the first sight to be offered. It was easy enough to decipher as a family photo, having been taken at some recycling event. They were all wearing matching bright yellow shirts reading ‘Keep Bowie Clean ‘06.’ Two adults in the background of it all, a studious looking African American man with a neatly trimmed moustache, with his arm around a Caucasian woman with ridiculously long hair that was kept in a braid over one shoulder. Below them, either sitting cross legged, or down on one knee were six children, who made up just a god damn rainbow of ethnicities. It was like they’d grabbed one of each, or something. One of these fresh faced little hooligans was easily identifiable as a young Bindy Trent, with a mouthful of braces none the less.
»BINDY«
Ugh, what a total bunch of goobers. Right? But yeah, if you were ever wondering about my background, that’s sort of it. The whole Trent clan. That’s Mom, Dad, Sloan, Koji, Amantha, Quinn, Oswald, and me. You can almost just hear the annoying theme music starting up, and credits rolling over everyone of them coming down a staircase as the sitcom starts up. I talk shit, but they’re cool, I love them and all. It’s actually my opponent that’s had me really thinking about them more than usual.
I know what it’s like coming from a family who’s accomplishments always seem like they’re going to be bigger than yours. It suuuuuuucks. Usually there’s a safe place to rebel too, if your family is stuffy, you go and act wild. If your family is wild, then you walk the straight and narrow. Well, since my parents decided to cover the entire spectrum of everything like a spread of thick Nutella and jelly, that’s Polaner All Fruit brand jelly by the way, not Schmucker’s which is clearly inferior, and be all accepting and supportive I had to go in a direction completely backassward from them. I had to run off and join the modern day circus that is professional wrestling.
But not Dare. Dare actually had the honest to goodness huevos rancheros to compete on the same playing field his family does. So, congratulations man, you’ve already got me beat there. And you know what’s funny? I mean like, I’m not going to claim to know your family and everything, and how great those famous relatives are, but you’re talented and can stand on your own. So, I don’t know, I guess I’m just kind of jealous? Which is weird, cause I don’t usually feel that way about a guy unless they’ve have awesome eyelashes or something.
When the camera turned to reveal Bindy who had been speaking to it off screen so far, they themselves were in for quite an eyeful. Miss Trent was sitting off to the side on her couch, naked, and cross legged.
She didn’t seem to mind much initially, but soon that stoic face of hers broke into a very, very amused smile.
»BINDY«
GOTCHA! You think you’re the only one that can be wild and crazy? You think that I can’t play this same game with you, tit for tat for literal tit? Oh no Dare, I will not be outdone or out-Dared! Let’s just say that seeing you working to come out of the shadows you’ve been put in has inspired me to do much the same. You wanna get wild? Good, I’ll be there keeping pace.
In a physical show that she was serious about this, she jumped to her feet, those censored pixels struggling to keep up with the pert bounces and all to keep the viewing audiences innocent minds pure still.
»BINDY«
Maybe it might seem like for now you’ve gotten ahead of me so far, after all, I’m the one standing here naked after you’d already been there, done that, and got the bar stamp on that cute little tuckus of yours but I think ol’ Bindy is going to have a few things up her sleeves. Just not right now because clearly, I have no sleeves. Or anything, really.
But come on, you and I both know that we can make that match friggin’ incredible, so no half-assing it alright? I mean, I don’t want to be busting your balls over this but every Dick, Harry, and Sally in that audience deserves us to give them the breast match that night, no matter what position, missionary or mid-card, our match is in. That of course doesn’t mean I just plan to let you wall all ovarian me but ….
All right, I think I’m out of sex and anatomy jokes and puns, but I’m ready for this. I can’t wait to do whatever I can to top your next crazy stunt outside and inside that ring. I try and push myself for every match, I really do, but this time it’s like … I’m really excited to do it. No offense to Brandon or Candy last week, they got my best, but this just feels different. Good different.
And for everyone else out there watching this match, well, to quote Samuel L Jackson, hold onto your butts!
High on cloud nine, as happy as the cat who got the cream she strolled out of the room quite proudly after finishing this address of her opponent who she now seemed to view as something more friendly than that. Just as she had completely disappeared from camera frame she stuck her had back in with one parting question.
»BINDY«
But did you mean what you said that I’d make a great gay best friend? Cause that was really sweet. Let me know if you got any of those guys’ numbers that night, seriously I’m almost always down to make a new pal.
With that addendum added, then she was finally safe to make her exit, for reals this time.
»BINDY«
Ugh, what a total bunch of goobers. Right? But yeah, if you were ever wondering about my background, that’s sort of it. The whole Trent clan. That’s Mom, Dad, Sloan, Koji, Amantha, Quinn, Oswald, and me. You can almost just hear the annoying theme music starting up, and credits rolling over everyone of them coming down a staircase as the sitcom starts up. I talk shit, but they’re cool, I love them and all. It’s actually my opponent that’s had me really thinking about them more than usual.
I know what it’s like coming from a family who’s accomplishments always seem like they’re going to be bigger than yours. It suuuuuuucks. Usually there’s a safe place to rebel too, if your family is stuffy, you go and act wild. If your family is wild, then you walk the straight and narrow. Well, since my parents decided to cover the entire spectrum of everything like a spread of thick Nutella and jelly, that’s Polaner All Fruit brand jelly by the way, not Schmucker’s which is clearly inferior, and be all accepting and supportive I had to go in a direction completely backassward from them. I had to run off and join the modern day circus that is professional wrestling.
But not Dare. Dare actually had the honest to goodness huevos rancheros to compete on the same playing field his family does. So, congratulations man, you’ve already got me beat there. And you know what’s funny? I mean like, I’m not going to claim to know your family and everything, and how great those famous relatives are, but you’re talented and can stand on your own. So, I don’t know, I guess I’m just kind of jealous? Which is weird, cause I don’t usually feel that way about a guy unless they’ve have awesome eyelashes or something.
When the camera turned to reveal Bindy who had been speaking to it off screen so far, they themselves were in for quite an eyeful. Miss Trent was sitting off to the side on her couch, naked, and cross legged.
She didn’t seem to mind much initially, but soon that stoic face of hers broke into a very, very amused smile.
»BINDY«
GOTCHA! You think you’re the only one that can be wild and crazy? You think that I can’t play this same game with you, tit for tat for literal tit? Oh no Dare, I will not be outdone or out-Dared! Let’s just say that seeing you working to come out of the shadows you’ve been put in has inspired me to do much the same. You wanna get wild? Good, I’ll be there keeping pace.
In a physical show that she was serious about this, she jumped to her feet, those censored pixels struggling to keep up with the pert bounces and all to keep the viewing audiences innocent minds pure still.
»BINDY«
Maybe it might seem like for now you’ve gotten ahead of me so far, after all, I’m the one standing here naked after you’d already been there, done that, and got the bar stamp on that cute little tuckus of yours but I think ol’ Bindy is going to have a few things up her sleeves. Just not right now because clearly, I have no sleeves. Or anything, really.
But come on, you and I both know that we can make that match friggin’ incredible, so no half-assing it alright? I mean, I don’t want to be busting your balls over this but every Dick, Harry, and Sally in that audience deserves us to give them the breast match that night, no matter what position, missionary or mid-card, our match is in. That of course doesn’t mean I just plan to let you wall all ovarian me but ….
All right, I think I’m out of sex and anatomy jokes and puns, but I’m ready for this. I can’t wait to do whatever I can to top your next crazy stunt outside and inside that ring. I try and push myself for every match, I really do, but this time it’s like … I’m really excited to do it. No offense to Brandon or Candy last week, they got my best, but this just feels different. Good different.
And for everyone else out there watching this match, well, to quote Samuel L Jackson, hold onto your butts!
High on cloud nine, as happy as the cat who got the cream she strolled out of the room quite proudly after finishing this address of her opponent who she now seemed to view as something more friendly than that. Just as she had completely disappeared from camera frame she stuck her had back in with one parting question.
»BINDY«
But did you mean what you said that I’d make a great gay best friend? Cause that was really sweet. Let me know if you got any of those guys’ numbers that night, seriously I’m almost always down to make a new pal.
With that addendum added, then she was finally safe to make her exit, for reals this time.