Post by Bindy Trent on Mar 3, 2017 3:07:53 GMT -5
Sweet Christmas, was she a sight to behold. Large gold hoop earrings, high-waisted black skinny jeans to match the Black Panthers jacket above them. The rest of that mocha skin exposed save for paisley patterned bandeau top covering up the fruits of womanly labor. A perfectly picked and sculpted afro full of tight curls surrounded that innocent face which now didn’t seem quite as sweet as it’d always been. Her dark eyes were full of a tense anger, and a hint of anguish. Bindy "Brown" blew a large petal-pink bubble with her gum before it popped, and her tongue circled her lips to drag the sugary treat back between them.
Somehow, someway the young woman had managed to score herself a sweet little pad with a large wicker papasan chair and several lava lamps to complete the ambiance here. It wouldn’t be surprising if it actually was hers. Her bare feet drew small circles in the white shag rug as she spoke.
»BINDY«
Awe sooky sooky, and here I thought I was gonna walk into this match without having to show my hand, but that outta sight white brother Dare Clemmens just wasn’t gonna make it easy now. Fair’s fair though.
After my lil sweet talk with Austin, I guess it’s not surprising I’ve heard some people are expecting me to really tear into this other hunk now. No more Miss Nice Bindy, right? Well, Austin has never shown me an ounce of respect and after having several weeks to right that ship, he still didn’t, and so I had to conduct myself in the manner in which he deserved and you all saw. Also, I apologize to any of my fans if you feel that maybe I harshed your mellow but I had to let him know that Papa didn’t raise no jive turkey, and Mama didn’t raise no fool neither. This is a match I have every intention of taking as seriously as I can.
Dare and I are one for one now. He’s had his first successful title defense and after beating me to hold that title, I know he’s gotta be confident, and he deserves to be. I gotta give the brother props for his game, he always has been a ladies killer. Haven’t you?
She smiled at the camera and popped another bubble.
»BINDY«
That’s the problem soft-hearted women like myself run afoul of I’m afraid. We let our emotions, and a pair of handsome doe eyes disarm us. Next thing you know, that boy has beat feet and you’re left holdin’ your broken dreams if not worse. Not Miss Bindy, though. That’s a game for a much younger chicken to play now.
We jive Dare, I can’t deny that. When we get in the ring magic happens. Hell son, even before that, when the stars align and our names are across from one another on that card folks already get to talkin’ cause they know one cherry match is about to take place. But I’d be doing myself a great disservice this time if I settled for just another great match, ya dig? I don’t want just a great match, I want the greatest match of my AWE career and I’m afraid that doesn’t happen without me coming home with that Resilience Championship you’ve been holding onto like she’s your old lady.
And forgive my manners, but she has been looking primo so I just can’t help but want to cut in and take that foxy lady home with my bad self. Maybe just for a week or so, maybe a little longer if I like it when I get a taste, but I got a lot of love to give man, and it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t share it with her too.
Bindy rose from her seat, oozing her way over to the small bar several steps away. It was impressive to see just how much she could actually fill out those pants. The lady picked up a small decanter of some sort of alcoholic beverage and poured herself a short glass. Next to it on the counter was a hand rolled cigarette she placed in the corner of her mouth to hold while she fished a small lighter from between her chest and lit it up.
»BINDY«
That’s always been my problem though. I’ve been a little too good at sharing. A little too good at giving and giving, all too happy to not get anything back in return. It’s who I am, as much as I try to fight it. Just not this time Dare. I don’t know if this will change everything. I hope after the match, no matter what happens we’ll still all be copacetic. Regardless, of where this leaves us you’re still a cool cat, for a white boy, ya know?
But I GOT to do what’s right for me this time, I know that much.
Her fist banged against the counter, making that glass jump a millimeter or two, and it’s contents slosh. The young woman’s frustration with the situation was reaching critical mass.
»BINDY«
Mama has to come and get what’s hers. Maybe that means I gotta break a few eggs. Maybe I gotta do what I don’t want to and hurt someone, as much as it hurts me. But not doing it would hurt even worse. I don’t expect Dare to lie down and just let me become champ, and I wouldn’t want that. That all just so happens to make the alternative that I have to do every nasty thing in my path come Sunday to take mines.
There are a lot of great feuds in this world, Hatfields and McCoys, Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, Cain and Abel, Ali and Tyson. I don’t know if Bindy and Dare are meant to become that …
Bitterly, she looked back at the camera, a single tear rolling down that apple shaped cheek, smoke tendrils leaking from between her lips.
»BINDY«
But we can still enjoy this one last ride, can’t we sugar?