Post by Bindy Trent on Feb 1, 2017 17:54:15 GMT -5
Once Bindy had actually started the process of preparing for her match, it was far easier to just keep up the work constantly. She’d been non-stop since she’d began the other day, pausing only now for meals, rest, and you know, the occasional episode of SVU when she just wanted to unwind. Otherwise it was All Business Bindy as she got ready for the upcoming main event of Executive Action.
Today, she took some time to give pause and address any and all that were actually waiting to hear from her. Her phone was propped up against her duffle bag across from her, where she was sitting on her hotel room floor, legs crossed. She’d been doing some afternoon meditation to give herself some clarity, as well as hoping to calm her nerves. Her hands pressed together in front of her chest, fingers steepling together, she stretched her little phalanges, and then settled them into her lap, ready to get to business, and address this all.
»BINDY«
I got to imagine some people look at this match, look at the competitors in it, and think from their standpoint that I’m the odd one out.Because the three other people, Dare, Zack, and Austin were all approached and asked to represent one person or another’s interest in AWE. Nobody came and asked poor little Bindy.
And that’s okay! People are going to point out that nobody wanted me here, that I’m just an afterthought and surely going down in flames. If I was so good, why didn’t Francis, or Kassandrah, or T.S. approach me? Right? On the surface that might seem like a good analysis of the facts, but let me present to you this alternate way of looking at it all.
Everyone else in this match was handed their spot. They were approached and given an opportunity which they accepted. And that’s fine! But me? Miss Bindy Hepzibah Trent? I wasn’t given anything. I made it my personal duty to walk down to the ring and insert myself into this, not knowing if at the end of it all I’d be laughed out of the arena for the thought. I saw what needed to be done though, and I stepped up. No one had to come and make me feel special for me to do this.
I did this because it was important and I had no intentions of waiting around until someone made me FEEL important enough myself to tackle the issue. So maybe the world and my opponents should take that into consideration when it comes to thinking about just what lil ol’ Bindy is going to be capable of when it comes time to make her own Executive Action.
As serious as she was trying to remain, she couldn’t help but smile slightly at her own joke. It was as though a hook caught the corner of her mouth and tugged it up into a half smirk, which she was quick to correct back into a stern straight lip.
»BINDY«
Dare, you’re easily my favorite opponent in this match and I could go on and on about how I respect you and I believe you bring out the best in me, but I think I did enough of that week that I don’t need to repeat it. What I have to say to you at this time, is this. Take my hand and join the side of righteousness. I understand that Kassandrah having control over AWE is by and far not the worst way this match could end, but out of everyone being represented in this match, who actually really understands the world of wrestling? Who competed and gave their own blood sweat and tears to it? Thirteen, that’s who. And all you have to do is decide that maybe I’m on the right side of history here, make the declaration that you too want to put yourself in this corner, and a win by Dare is a win for Thirteen.
She gave an all too sincere look, knowing it was a long shot, but that it never hurt to ask.
»BINDY«
Crazier things have happened in professional wrestling than a change of alliance after all. I would just hope that after our last match you can actually respect me enough to believe that sometimes I do know what I’m talking about and getting myself into. Or maybe there is some anger, and resentment you harbor because you feel that leading up to our fight I perhaps imitated you a bit too much with all the ‘What Would Dare Do?’ shenanigans.
But is it even imitation if maybe I actually did it better? Which, I’m not claiming for sure. I’m just saying that I won, so that may be a possibility that I took your schtick and found a way to make it work for myself better than you were able to at that night. I know who Bindy is no matter what hat she’s wearing, or the clothing she isn’t. And I know that I’m right about this. Maybe just try and set aside a rivalry and a need to “win” to try and see this all for what it is Dare. If you don’t …
Her shoulders shrugged.
»BINDY«
I guess I’ll have to just kick you in the face, respectfully, of course. Moving on now. As for when it comes to my other opponents. Zack Fantana, Austin Gale, oooh boy!
She chortled, ready to speak her mind, but at that moment the small electronic watch on her wrist began a pleasant chiming alarm, interrupting her before she could go in on this next set of individuals. Bindy’s nostrils flared, as she sighed, a little upset she hadn’t allotted herself some more time for this.
»BINDY«
Well, I guess those two will just have to be patient and wait until next time. .
The image froze as she leaned forward to tap the screen, ending the recording, before it cut off.
Today, she took some time to give pause and address any and all that were actually waiting to hear from her. Her phone was propped up against her duffle bag across from her, where she was sitting on her hotel room floor, legs crossed. She’d been doing some afternoon meditation to give herself some clarity, as well as hoping to calm her nerves. Her hands pressed together in front of her chest, fingers steepling together, she stretched her little phalanges, and then settled them into her lap, ready to get to business, and address this all.
»BINDY«
I got to imagine some people look at this match, look at the competitors in it, and think from their standpoint that I’m the odd one out.Because the three other people, Dare, Zack, and Austin were all approached and asked to represent one person or another’s interest in AWE. Nobody came and asked poor little Bindy.
And that’s okay! People are going to point out that nobody wanted me here, that I’m just an afterthought and surely going down in flames. If I was so good, why didn’t Francis, or Kassandrah, or T.S. approach me? Right? On the surface that might seem like a good analysis of the facts, but let me present to you this alternate way of looking at it all.
Everyone else in this match was handed their spot. They were approached and given an opportunity which they accepted. And that’s fine! But me? Miss Bindy Hepzibah Trent? I wasn’t given anything. I made it my personal duty to walk down to the ring and insert myself into this, not knowing if at the end of it all I’d be laughed out of the arena for the thought. I saw what needed to be done though, and I stepped up. No one had to come and make me feel special for me to do this.
I did this because it was important and I had no intentions of waiting around until someone made me FEEL important enough myself to tackle the issue. So maybe the world and my opponents should take that into consideration when it comes to thinking about just what lil ol’ Bindy is going to be capable of when it comes time to make her own Executive Action.
As serious as she was trying to remain, she couldn’t help but smile slightly at her own joke. It was as though a hook caught the corner of her mouth and tugged it up into a half smirk, which she was quick to correct back into a stern straight lip.
»BINDY«
Dare, you’re easily my favorite opponent in this match and I could go on and on about how I respect you and I believe you bring out the best in me, but I think I did enough of that week that I don’t need to repeat it. What I have to say to you at this time, is this. Take my hand and join the side of righteousness. I understand that Kassandrah having control over AWE is by and far not the worst way this match could end, but out of everyone being represented in this match, who actually really understands the world of wrestling? Who competed and gave their own blood sweat and tears to it? Thirteen, that’s who. And all you have to do is decide that maybe I’m on the right side of history here, make the declaration that you too want to put yourself in this corner, and a win by Dare is a win for Thirteen.
She gave an all too sincere look, knowing it was a long shot, but that it never hurt to ask.
»BINDY«
Crazier things have happened in professional wrestling than a change of alliance after all. I would just hope that after our last match you can actually respect me enough to believe that sometimes I do know what I’m talking about and getting myself into. Or maybe there is some anger, and resentment you harbor because you feel that leading up to our fight I perhaps imitated you a bit too much with all the ‘What Would Dare Do?’ shenanigans.
But is it even imitation if maybe I actually did it better? Which, I’m not claiming for sure. I’m just saying that I won, so that may be a possibility that I took your schtick and found a way to make it work for myself better than you were able to at that night. I know who Bindy is no matter what hat she’s wearing, or the clothing she isn’t. And I know that I’m right about this. Maybe just try and set aside a rivalry and a need to “win” to try and see this all for what it is Dare. If you don’t …
Her shoulders shrugged.
»BINDY«
I guess I’ll have to just kick you in the face, respectfully, of course. Moving on now. As for when it comes to my other opponents. Zack Fantana, Austin Gale, oooh boy!
She chortled, ready to speak her mind, but at that moment the small electronic watch on her wrist began a pleasant chiming alarm, interrupting her before she could go in on this next set of individuals. Bindy’s nostrils flared, as she sighed, a little upset she hadn’t allotted herself some more time for this.
»BINDY«
Well, I guess those two will just have to be patient and wait until next time. .
The image froze as she leaned forward to tap the screen, ending the recording, before it cut off.