Post by Bindy Trent on Jan 19, 2017 20:00:06 GMT -5
The set for this little skit was atrocious. It was on par with the props you’d expect from a high school play. And perhaps that was because this WAS actually being filmed in a high school theater, on their provided stage. Why did Bindy have access to that? Hush now child, not every question needs an answer.
The woman was front and center, behind a podium. Her name was written on a piece of construction paper that was taped lopsidedly to it. At least the “i” in Bindy was dotted with a flower though. That was something, right? She and the podium were facing towards an old man, which maybe some would recognize as Gustavo the lawyer, with a very fake moustache. Also secured onto the curtains in the background were other pieces of paper, with sums of money on them, like this was all some sort of trivial game show.
ɨGUSTAVO ɨ
All right Bindy, last and final question. Get this right and you could win it all. You’re confronted with an old box of fireworks, half a bottle of Wild Turkey, and a horse costume.
… What Would Dare Do?
Music obviously knocking off the Jeopardy theme started to play as Bindy contorted her face in a myriad of unattractive positions, really making it obvious that she was struggling to think here.
♫ ♪
»BINDY«
Uhhh ….
♪ ♫ ♪
»BINDY«
UHHHHH…
She lifted a hand to her mouth, biting at her nails. The music continued to swell even louder.
♫ ♪ ♫
»BINDY«
UUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH ...
♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♫
»BINDY«
Dare would--
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
A loud buzzer cut her off before she could answer.
ɨGUSTAVO ɨ
Ooh, I’m sorry Bindy, but you ran out of time, and unfortunately that means that you lost. All right everyone, thanks for watching, tune in next week to find out the answer of What Would Dare Do.
The lawyer/showman was grinning all cheesy like, hamming it up as he pointed a finger at the camera that had been sent upon Bindy’s request t record them. When the stock theme music she’d found for free online had ended, she shoo’ed Gustavo off the stage, and then walked to the edge of it. Perhaps standing at the very end she was ready to give a grand speech to the hundred empty seats in front of her, but no. Instead, she sat down, letting her black legging clad limbs dangle, and the backs of her beat up tennis shoes bounce off the stage front as they swayed. She preferred the more intimate one-on-one addressing of the camera, speaking into it as if this were a direct conversation with whoever was on the other end.
»BINDY«
A bit heavy on the theatrics, right? I had to, I mean this is a sport where we wrestle in brightly colored glorified underwear, no reason to not embrace the insanity of it all. But there is a real glimmer of truth and honesty in this whole spectacle. That right there …
She pointed up to another poorly made sign, announcing the title of this fake game show WHAT WOULD DARE DO!
»BINDY«
You see, that was a question I asked myself for a bit after this match was announced. “What would Dare do?” I was kind of smitten with the idea to be honest, but I actually think I romanticized it a bit too. It did feel like if I figured out the answer I would get to win the prize. But that wasn’t the case. Don’t get it twisted, I don’t regret anything I did leading up to this match, searching for that answer. I made some points, learned a few things, and maybe grew a bit as a person in the process. I think that counts as a pretty successful week, if you ask me.
But as the question stands “What Would Dare Do?” Or even better yet what WILL Dare do when it comes to this match, I’ve grown past trying to answer that. Because I know what Bindy is going to do and that’s all I really need to concentrate on as far as I’m concerned. I know that Bindy is going into this match excited as shit, excuse my language, and that’s a really good start. Confidence is the biggest weapon you can have in my opinion, as long as you don’t make it your own sword to fall on.
I happen to think I’ve eaten enough crow in life that I always go into a match with my humble boots on, and they’ll still be laced up tight this go around too, rest assured. Just because I won a triple threat last week doesn’t mean I’ve gotten a big head that quick. But Dare, I’ve got your ticket. Your name has been haunting me for too long, waiting around every corner since our good-natured war of words started. There’s no other way this CAN end but absolutely spectacularly, right? And I for one aren’t about to be the half of this two-some that let’s down all those voyeuristic eyes glued on us.
The way she spoke about it all, her sounded indeed like she had now idealized all of this. Her eyes glancing up to the ceiling, at nothing in particular, but her own pleasant thoughts. With a content and breathy sigh, Bindy got back to it.
»BINDY«
No hard feelings however this turns out either. It’d be my pleasure to shake your hand at the end of a great match. And I’m sure we’ll do great if we make the fight even a third as interesting as the lead up to it has been. I just know it. And just like I know that, I also know at the end of the night people won’t be wondering ‘what will Bindy do?’ No, instead they’ll be in shock, and shouting ‘I can’t believe what Bindy did!’Promise.
She hopped down off the stage as the scene faded to black.
The woman was front and center, behind a podium. Her name was written on a piece of construction paper that was taped lopsidedly to it. At least the “i” in Bindy was dotted with a flower though. That was something, right? She and the podium were facing towards an old man, which maybe some would recognize as Gustavo the lawyer, with a very fake moustache. Also secured onto the curtains in the background were other pieces of paper, with sums of money on them, like this was all some sort of trivial game show.
ɨGUSTAVO ɨ
All right Bindy, last and final question. Get this right and you could win it all. You’re confronted with an old box of fireworks, half a bottle of Wild Turkey, and a horse costume.
… What Would Dare Do?
Music obviously knocking off the Jeopardy theme started to play as Bindy contorted her face in a myriad of unattractive positions, really making it obvious that she was struggling to think here.
♫ ♪
»BINDY«
Uhhh ….
♪ ♫ ♪
»BINDY«
UHHHHH…
She lifted a hand to her mouth, biting at her nails. The music continued to swell even louder.
♫ ♪ ♫
»BINDY«
UUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH ...
♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♫
»BINDY«
Dare would--
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
A loud buzzer cut her off before she could answer.
ɨGUSTAVO ɨ
Ooh, I’m sorry Bindy, but you ran out of time, and unfortunately that means that you lost. All right everyone, thanks for watching, tune in next week to find out the answer of What Would Dare Do.
The lawyer/showman was grinning all cheesy like, hamming it up as he pointed a finger at the camera that had been sent upon Bindy’s request t record them. When the stock theme music she’d found for free online had ended, she shoo’ed Gustavo off the stage, and then walked to the edge of it. Perhaps standing at the very end she was ready to give a grand speech to the hundred empty seats in front of her, but no. Instead, she sat down, letting her black legging clad limbs dangle, and the backs of her beat up tennis shoes bounce off the stage front as they swayed. She preferred the more intimate one-on-one addressing of the camera, speaking into it as if this were a direct conversation with whoever was on the other end.
»BINDY«
A bit heavy on the theatrics, right? I had to, I mean this is a sport where we wrestle in brightly colored glorified underwear, no reason to not embrace the insanity of it all. But there is a real glimmer of truth and honesty in this whole spectacle. That right there …
She pointed up to another poorly made sign, announcing the title of this fake game show WHAT WOULD DARE DO!
»BINDY«
You see, that was a question I asked myself for a bit after this match was announced. “What would Dare do?” I was kind of smitten with the idea to be honest, but I actually think I romanticized it a bit too. It did feel like if I figured out the answer I would get to win the prize. But that wasn’t the case. Don’t get it twisted, I don’t regret anything I did leading up to this match, searching for that answer. I made some points, learned a few things, and maybe grew a bit as a person in the process. I think that counts as a pretty successful week, if you ask me.
But as the question stands “What Would Dare Do?” Or even better yet what WILL Dare do when it comes to this match, I’ve grown past trying to answer that. Because I know what Bindy is going to do and that’s all I really need to concentrate on as far as I’m concerned. I know that Bindy is going into this match excited as shit, excuse my language, and that’s a really good start. Confidence is the biggest weapon you can have in my opinion, as long as you don’t make it your own sword to fall on.
I happen to think I’ve eaten enough crow in life that I always go into a match with my humble boots on, and they’ll still be laced up tight this go around too, rest assured. Just because I won a triple threat last week doesn’t mean I’ve gotten a big head that quick. But Dare, I’ve got your ticket. Your name has been haunting me for too long, waiting around every corner since our good-natured war of words started. There’s no other way this CAN end but absolutely spectacularly, right? And I for one aren’t about to be the half of this two-some that let’s down all those voyeuristic eyes glued on us.
The way she spoke about it all, her sounded indeed like she had now idealized all of this. Her eyes glancing up to the ceiling, at nothing in particular, but her own pleasant thoughts. With a content and breathy sigh, Bindy got back to it.
»BINDY«
No hard feelings however this turns out either. It’d be my pleasure to shake your hand at the end of a great match. And I’m sure we’ll do great if we make the fight even a third as interesting as the lead up to it has been. I just know it. And just like I know that, I also know at the end of the night people won’t be wondering ‘what will Bindy do?’ No, instead they’ll be in shock, and shouting ‘I can’t believe what Bindy did!’Promise.
She hopped down off the stage as the scene faded to black.