Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 22:55:18 GMT -5
Voice Over: “Just when you thought there was nothing left to be said, one man, one perfectly sculpted man, who looks amazing in sunglasses, who never misses leg day, has something to say.”
“He has decided to hold onto the “Broadstreet Bad Boy” nickname, too, even though it was a joke. F to the Y I. That man is Dare Clemmens.”
“This is a special occasion as we’re focused on someone near and dear to Dare--Bindy Trent. The beautiful and promising young wrestler now with an opportunity to claim the Resilience Championship.”
“The only thing standing between Bindy Trent and the Resilience Championship is a twelve foot ladder and...herself.”
“Now she must stare into the mirror and finally confront the only person left in her path… Herself.”
“Our hero, Dare Clemmens has spent hours in makeup. He has had his hair and nails done and has squeezed himself into the outfit. He is...uncomfortable. He is...dealing with the surprising sting one feels when mascara enters the eye. He is...Bindy Trent.”
“Oh and he’s picked out a special track for this one…”
“He smiles, looking at himself in the mirror before he literally goes so far into character that he’s just plain Bindy.”
»”BINDY”«
Hi there Bindy. Long time no see. Well, I guess I saw you after our last shower. Silly. We had a good hike last night and it really got me to thinking about, well, you know, what we have in front of us. I think there are some things we really need to put out on the table and examine, before we deal with Zack Fantana, Austin Gale, and Dare. We need to fix us first. Then we’ll go after that Championship. Sound good?
“She smiles and what a beautiful smile it is. She giggles a little bit and crinkles her nose in that way that just makes you want to pinch that cheek. What a doll. She presses play on a nearby stereo and “Ooh Child” by The Five Stairsteps begins playing.”
»”BINDY”«
Since we’ve been doing this, we’ve been searching for identity. Don’t lie to me. I’m the only one you can’t lie to. Don’t you remember? If we weren’t seeking energy healing with some fake degree carrying East Indian posing as a Comanche, we were trying to fit in with AWE by faking concern over the fate of Thirteen. We may have come out at the other end of it with a new friend with a number instead of a name, but were we truly being true to ourselves? I’m not so sure about that. Privately, I’m not really sure if we like her or if we’re just kissing up to her because we’re tired of being a tackling dummy.
“She seems just a tiny bit sad for a moment as she gazes at herself in the mirror. Maybe she’s seeing the faces of the fans who might not believe in her. Maybe she’s seeing the faces of former opponents…”
»”BINDY”«
Zack Fantana. He’s definitely a problem for us. Previously, it seemed so simple. I could hear him just spouting off with cliches and masculinity. I made light of him. I knew that I could take him, but I walked into that match with a false sense of security. I guess, I should have thought about it longer. I was too busy mixing it up with Ana. We have our little exchanges and they’re fun and they steal my attention. Like, spaghetti will never taste the same again. Uh! I did it again. I was trying to focus our attention on Zack Fantana, but suddenly I was off in lala land playing my games again.
“Again she’s cross with herself as you can see that three count play out in her mind’s eye.”
»”BINDY”«
After that we had an even harder time in our search for identity--our search for meaning. We were confronted by a young boy who seemed to know a lot about us. Looking back on it, I think he was merely the manifestation of our own fear of failure. Not only did he know who we lost to and how it felt, but he thought we were Ana. In hindsight, was he justified in confusing us for Ana Hayden? How different are we, really? I’m not sure we should go there. I’m not really ready for that. Still… That boy… That setting… It seemed so convenient. Too convenient. Like… It was all a setup to remind us that we’re afraid of… Nevermind.
»”BINDY”«
Then to make things worse, when we were face to face with Dare Clemmens we froze. Suddenly this identity we thought we had found melted away and we became Dare. We stripped ourselves down and displayed what god gave us to prove we were willing to take things as far as he did. This wasn’t proving anything other than the fact that we’re still grappling with deep insecurities. We couldn’t face him as Bindy Trent, we had to become this knock off of what he was doing. We had to piggy back. Once we figured that out, it was too late, wasn’t it?
»”BINDY”«
Even after beating him, what was gained? Nothing. That’s what. We managed to get around him and still we’re stuck into this match with him again? It’s as if, even though I finally figure out who I was and what I needed to do, they had to ground me again. They had to hold me down and give this guy another chance. Does he deserve it? I’m not sure. Then again, do I deserve it? Was my win over Dare Clemmens a lightning strike? This i’m not sure about. While I should have grown as a person, I find myself returning to those same stale jokes with Ana and Thirteen. I find myself falling back into that same role. Again, in the face of Zack, Austin, and Dare, I’m frozen. I’m frozen and I don’t know what to do.
“She buries her face in her hands as the camera cuts away.”
END.
“He has decided to hold onto the “Broadstreet Bad Boy” nickname, too, even though it was a joke. F to the Y I. That man is Dare Clemmens.”
“This is a special occasion as we’re focused on someone near and dear to Dare--Bindy Trent. The beautiful and promising young wrestler now with an opportunity to claim the Resilience Championship.”
“The only thing standing between Bindy Trent and the Resilience Championship is a twelve foot ladder and...herself.”
“Now she must stare into the mirror and finally confront the only person left in her path… Herself.”
“Our hero, Dare Clemmens has spent hours in makeup. He has had his hair and nails done and has squeezed himself into the outfit. He is...uncomfortable. He is...dealing with the surprising sting one feels when mascara enters the eye. He is...Bindy Trent.”
“Oh and he’s picked out a special track for this one…”
“He smiles, looking at himself in the mirror before he literally goes so far into character that he’s just plain Bindy.”
»”BINDY”«
Hi there Bindy. Long time no see. Well, I guess I saw you after our last shower. Silly. We had a good hike last night and it really got me to thinking about, well, you know, what we have in front of us. I think there are some things we really need to put out on the table and examine, before we deal with Zack Fantana, Austin Gale, and Dare. We need to fix us first. Then we’ll go after that Championship. Sound good?
“She smiles and what a beautiful smile it is. She giggles a little bit and crinkles her nose in that way that just makes you want to pinch that cheek. What a doll. She presses play on a nearby stereo and “Ooh Child” by The Five Stairsteps begins playing.”
»”BINDY”«
Since we’ve been doing this, we’ve been searching for identity. Don’t lie to me. I’m the only one you can’t lie to. Don’t you remember? If we weren’t seeking energy healing with some fake degree carrying East Indian posing as a Comanche, we were trying to fit in with AWE by faking concern over the fate of Thirteen. We may have come out at the other end of it with a new friend with a number instead of a name, but were we truly being true to ourselves? I’m not so sure about that. Privately, I’m not really sure if we like her or if we’re just kissing up to her because we’re tired of being a tackling dummy.
“She seems just a tiny bit sad for a moment as she gazes at herself in the mirror. Maybe she’s seeing the faces of the fans who might not believe in her. Maybe she’s seeing the faces of former opponents…”
»”BINDY”«
Zack Fantana. He’s definitely a problem for us. Previously, it seemed so simple. I could hear him just spouting off with cliches and masculinity. I made light of him. I knew that I could take him, but I walked into that match with a false sense of security. I guess, I should have thought about it longer. I was too busy mixing it up with Ana. We have our little exchanges and they’re fun and they steal my attention. Like, spaghetti will never taste the same again. Uh! I did it again. I was trying to focus our attention on Zack Fantana, but suddenly I was off in lala land playing my games again.
“Again she’s cross with herself as you can see that three count play out in her mind’s eye.”
»”BINDY”«
After that we had an even harder time in our search for identity--our search for meaning. We were confronted by a young boy who seemed to know a lot about us. Looking back on it, I think he was merely the manifestation of our own fear of failure. Not only did he know who we lost to and how it felt, but he thought we were Ana. In hindsight, was he justified in confusing us for Ana Hayden? How different are we, really? I’m not sure we should go there. I’m not really ready for that. Still… That boy… That setting… It seemed so convenient. Too convenient. Like… It was all a setup to remind us that we’re afraid of… Nevermind.
»”BINDY”«
Then to make things worse, when we were face to face with Dare Clemmens we froze. Suddenly this identity we thought we had found melted away and we became Dare. We stripped ourselves down and displayed what god gave us to prove we were willing to take things as far as he did. This wasn’t proving anything other than the fact that we’re still grappling with deep insecurities. We couldn’t face him as Bindy Trent, we had to become this knock off of what he was doing. We had to piggy back. Once we figured that out, it was too late, wasn’t it?
»”BINDY”«
Even after beating him, what was gained? Nothing. That’s what. We managed to get around him and still we’re stuck into this match with him again? It’s as if, even though I finally figure out who I was and what I needed to do, they had to ground me again. They had to hold me down and give this guy another chance. Does he deserve it? I’m not sure. Then again, do I deserve it? Was my win over Dare Clemmens a lightning strike? This i’m not sure about. While I should have grown as a person, I find myself returning to those same stale jokes with Ana and Thirteen. I find myself falling back into that same role. Again, in the face of Zack, Austin, and Dare, I’m frozen. I’m frozen and I don’t know what to do.
“She buries her face in her hands as the camera cuts away.”
END.