Post by Bindy Trent on Mar 2, 2017 2:46:42 GMT -5
We opened on a wide shot of Miss Bindy Hepzibah Trent leaning up against a small guard rail, just behind her was the beautiful Milwaukee Art Museum. It’s jutting white roof and spires cutting a striking figure against the cloudy gray sky. She was still wearing the jacket her father had given her, protecting her from what was still quite the chilled winter air here in Wisconsin. As the shot pulled in closer, focusing on her, she began to speak. Sighing first before the words came.
»BINDY«
I don’t like to really speak ill of a lot of people. It doesn’t jive well with all those positive vibes I’m trying to put out in the universe. Also, I feel like a lot of people aren’t actually as bad as they’re presented or seen. It’s cliche, but I think most people are misunderstood. And cross my big Bindy heart, I tried to give Austin Gale a chance, I really did, but I’ve learned through my younger years that you can only waste so much time on people who aren’t worth it or willing to make change.
Austin Gale is someone I can’t waste time on trying to contort myself to find something in to compliment. I’m sure he’s not going to be terribly upset by that either, so I don’t have to deal with any guilt for the things I’m about to say. Austin takes the fact that he’s in this match as a sign that he’s some wrestling great, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. Austin has just had the gracious luck of what people call ‘failing upwards.’ It’s not so much that Austin is great, as much as he’s just been put up against people who are worse than him. Enough in fact that he’s been able to sort of climb all those lessers and pull the bloated corpse of his career up onto the same platform of Dare and I.
To which Dare and I both responded with an equally unimpressed shrug. And I kinda feel bad because I’m sure it stings a little when both of your opponent’s reactions to your inclusion in the match is complete indifference, but that’s exactly the sort of response you generate Austin, nothing. Neither here, nor there. At least that’s how it is for me. This all goes back to the ladder match from Executive Action where you were met with the same unimpressed, “meh” of a reply, when you were Francis’s third-string choice to represent him. Now you could have entered that match with the attitude of someone grateful to be given such a chance despite not appearing to deserve it, at all, but you didn’t.
Just like now you think you belonged there. You didn’t. You still don’t, and the fact that between then and now you’ve made absolutely no changes, for the better at least, made no effort to like ‘git gud’ as the kids say shows me that I’m facing the same person I did two shows ago. Oh, only now you’re trying to make yourself feel good by talking about “look at all my money!” Save that for the straight to DVD third sequel to Wall Street you’ll get asked to star in when Shia LaBeouf and two other actors turn down the part.
The rich wrestler schtick was old when Drew Stevens did it eight faces ago. At least if you’re going to do something we’ve seen a million times, polish that turd before putting it on TV. Try and bring something new to it, or at least make it look like you’re having fun doing it. And from where I sit it looks like you’re having about as much fun being this wrestling persona you think is going to impress us as everyone else is having watching it. Which is …
She held up her hand up, forming a circle with her thumb and forefinger.
»BINDY«
Zero, none, a big fat goose egg. But keep boasting about your wealth and business accomplishments if it makes you feel better inside Austin, that ain’t hurting no one so I don’t mind, just don’t think that Dare or I care an ounce about it. If either of us gave a darn about money, needing to fill a hole inside of us with wealth and monetary value suffice to say that we wouldn’t have decided to become professional wrestlers. Because let’s just say more often than not the real reward of this business is being able to do what you love, and have people enjoy seeing you do it, not the paycheck at the end of it.
It’d be like if I came on here and tried to impress all of you with my collection of crystals and incense. You all wouldn’t give a heck, and rightly so! I can burn all the patchouli I like, but it won’t make a difference for me out in that ring. Just like all that money of yours, Austin. For as good as it’s going to do you, you might as well be wiping you backside with it.
Austin, you are in this match basically as a silly stipulation to a Bindy versus Dare match. Bindy-V-Dare, oh, and Austin is there to like distract them from time to time. Personally I would have lobbied to have you on a pole, but whatever. None of it’s going to matter anyway. So come on down to the ring and get your participation trophy lazy millenials just like me are so fond of receiving and giving out. Just beware it’s also going to come with a kick to that pretty little mug of yours. Capiche?
She pulled the aviator sunglasses she was wearing halfway down the bridge of her nose, so that she could gratuitously wink into the camera to drive her point home. Her hands pushed against the railing her backside rest against, and propelled her to her feet. With that she was off, and this all was over … for now.
»BINDY«
I don’t like to really speak ill of a lot of people. It doesn’t jive well with all those positive vibes I’m trying to put out in the universe. Also, I feel like a lot of people aren’t actually as bad as they’re presented or seen. It’s cliche, but I think most people are misunderstood. And cross my big Bindy heart, I tried to give Austin Gale a chance, I really did, but I’ve learned through my younger years that you can only waste so much time on people who aren’t worth it or willing to make change.
Austin Gale is someone I can’t waste time on trying to contort myself to find something in to compliment. I’m sure he’s not going to be terribly upset by that either, so I don’t have to deal with any guilt for the things I’m about to say. Austin takes the fact that he’s in this match as a sign that he’s some wrestling great, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. Austin has just had the gracious luck of what people call ‘failing upwards.’ It’s not so much that Austin is great, as much as he’s just been put up against people who are worse than him. Enough in fact that he’s been able to sort of climb all those lessers and pull the bloated corpse of his career up onto the same platform of Dare and I.
To which Dare and I both responded with an equally unimpressed shrug. And I kinda feel bad because I’m sure it stings a little when both of your opponent’s reactions to your inclusion in the match is complete indifference, but that’s exactly the sort of response you generate Austin, nothing. Neither here, nor there. At least that’s how it is for me. This all goes back to the ladder match from Executive Action where you were met with the same unimpressed, “meh” of a reply, when you were Francis’s third-string choice to represent him. Now you could have entered that match with the attitude of someone grateful to be given such a chance despite not appearing to deserve it, at all, but you didn’t.
Just like now you think you belonged there. You didn’t. You still don’t, and the fact that between then and now you’ve made absolutely no changes, for the better at least, made no effort to like ‘git gud’ as the kids say shows me that I’m facing the same person I did two shows ago. Oh, only now you’re trying to make yourself feel good by talking about “look at all my money!” Save that for the straight to DVD third sequel to Wall Street you’ll get asked to star in when Shia LaBeouf and two other actors turn down the part.
The rich wrestler schtick was old when Drew Stevens did it eight faces ago. At least if you’re going to do something we’ve seen a million times, polish that turd before putting it on TV. Try and bring something new to it, or at least make it look like you’re having fun doing it. And from where I sit it looks like you’re having about as much fun being this wrestling persona you think is going to impress us as everyone else is having watching it. Which is …
She held up her hand up, forming a circle with her thumb and forefinger.
»BINDY«
Zero, none, a big fat goose egg. But keep boasting about your wealth and business accomplishments if it makes you feel better inside Austin, that ain’t hurting no one so I don’t mind, just don’t think that Dare or I care an ounce about it. If either of us gave a darn about money, needing to fill a hole inside of us with wealth and monetary value suffice to say that we wouldn’t have decided to become professional wrestlers. Because let’s just say more often than not the real reward of this business is being able to do what you love, and have people enjoy seeing you do it, not the paycheck at the end of it.
It’d be like if I came on here and tried to impress all of you with my collection of crystals and incense. You all wouldn’t give a heck, and rightly so! I can burn all the patchouli I like, but it won’t make a difference for me out in that ring. Just like all that money of yours, Austin. For as good as it’s going to do you, you might as well be wiping you backside with it.
Austin, you are in this match basically as a silly stipulation to a Bindy versus Dare match. Bindy-V-Dare, oh, and Austin is there to like distract them from time to time. Personally I would have lobbied to have you on a pole, but whatever. None of it’s going to matter anyway. So come on down to the ring and get your participation trophy lazy millenials just like me are so fond of receiving and giving out. Just beware it’s also going to come with a kick to that pretty little mug of yours. Capiche?
She pulled the aviator sunglasses she was wearing halfway down the bridge of her nose, so that she could gratuitously wink into the camera to drive her point home. Her hands pushed against the railing her backside rest against, and propelled her to her feet. With that she was off, and this all was over … for now.