Wendy Brown

Wendy Brown
(Saber-toothed Tiger, G)
ID# 636
	Illustrated by Jayni Tigerpaw
No. 13 – Baltimore Spirits
Position	Guard
Species	Saber-toothed Tiger ( Felidae )
Gender	Female
Nickname(s)
	Fossil
Personal information
Born	October 29, 1989 (age 33); Jamestown, TN
Nationality	American
Listed height	5 ft 7 in (1.70 m)
Listed weight	167 lb (76 kg)
Shoots	Right
Career information
FBA draft	2010 / Round: 1 / Pick: 7th overall
	Selected by the Bradford Bantams
Pro playing career	2010–present
Career history
2010-2011	Bradford Bantams
2011-Mar 2013	Bangor Tides
Mar 2013-2013	San Jose Thrust
2013-Apr 2014	Montana Howlers
Apr 2014-2022	Huntsville Mayors
2022-present	Baltimore Spirits
Career highlights and awards
	FBA Rookie All-Star (2011); FBA All-Star (2020);
Contract information
Contract year	2017
2023 Salary	$3 million
Player Contacts
(IC) Agent	Blake Toivonen (Finnish Forest Reindeer)
(OOC) Creator	Jayni Tigerpaw
(OOC) Actor	Jayni Tigerpaw
(OOC) Usage	Ask me before any use

Wendy Brown is a female saber-toothed tiger guard currently playing for the Huntsville Mayors.

Biography

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This year...

Stories

Rookie Wendy Meets Bantams Owner Ms. Kata'lina DuBois Written by Katalina, Jayni Tigerpaw © Katalina, Jayni Tigerpaw
Early morning, and Bantams owner Kata’lina DuBois more or less walked into her office. Already the day had barely begun, and coach "Reggie" had already called her on the phone long before most people even open their eyes for the day. And what could the dear wonderful kind sweet coach could possibly want with Kat so damn early? Why else? A complaint. " She's out of control!!" The coach screamed. " Her temper is going to get her banned from the game!" He yelled into Kat's ear, well Kat actually just left the phone on her bed and glared at it. It wasn't her coach she was upset with. Actually she felt he was doing a fine job. However, one of her new players...a feline, one with a temper apparently...had the coach fired up to the point he was most likely pacing back and forth in feral form and spitting. After 20 minutes of Reggie Rant, she told him to have their new saber kitty report to her office in a few hours. She would have a talk with her. See what the problem is and see what could be done. That was 6 am. Now a slightly tired, but soon to be caffeine fueled Kat was in her office, getting ready to have her first nip 'n coffee of the day. “Yup, I'm ready for this”. She looked despairingly at her desk, piles of paperwork, most of which based around a possible move back to the states. Back to Maine...mmm she missed Maine, but the question would be...was it worth it. Meh, paperwork can wait. For now, She curled up on the couch, sipping her Nip 'n Coffee and waited for the spit fire known as Wendy. She only had to wait about 15 minutes before the rookie saber-tooth in question was there, banging loudly on the door with her paw bunched into a fist. She was dressed in sweats, Bantam blue, but no shoes. Never any shoes. Being a predator brought up in rural Tennessee, one who was very familiar with hunting and predatory techniques, she never needed shoes. They only dulled the sense of touch in her paw-pads, the ability to feel the ground beneath her. Other than sweat pants, she was wearing a white wife-beater, and her black bra could be seen underneath it. She looked as if she just crawled out of bed herself, judging by her messy hair, but a closer look showed she had broken a bit of a sweat, apparently proof that she was up early training and had jogged from the practice facility down the street to the executive building where Kat's office was. A couple of seconds after her pounding of the door, she said impatiently, "Hello? Anybody in there?" Her claws already tapping against her hip as she stood there waiting. Ears perked, Kat smiled and waited a few moments before announcing her presence to Wendy. “Come in Wendy.” Kat purred. She took another sip, and watched the door. What challenges will this spit fire offer? She wondered. She also wondered if she was even awake enough for this confrontation. She began a long drawn out stretch and prepared herself for Wendy. Wendy then opened the door, staring at Kat as she walked in, not saying a word. Her stare wasn't extremely intimidating at the moment. In fact she only looked slightly miffed, which for her was quite an accomplishment. It was obvious she was at least attempting to hide any feelings of rage, or the natural feeling of rebellion that occurs when an authority figure has her come "to my office". A slight sneer crossed her face as her eyes met with Kat, obviously very cheerful despite the confrontation to come. Wendy strode up to her desk, not taking a seat, just staring down at Kat while leaning on one leg, paws on her hips. "You called?" she said, seeming impatient still, almost as if she was put out of her way to go there. Kat watched her walk in, watched her size her up, and then take a rather defiant stance at her desk. She stood up at this point, not saying anything, simply walking passed her with a smile. She poured herself another cup of Nip 'n coffee and turned to Wendy with a cup “Would you like a cup? Or perhaps some water? And yes dear, I did call. “She responded softly.” “ Mm I hope you do not mind that I have some caffeine, I can barely function so early without it.” Wendy watched her stand up, following her with her eyes as she made her way to the table where the coffee sat. When offered the cup, the saber-toothed tiger stared at it for a bit, expression unchanging. "Nah, I don't want any." She said, her voice low, but still a female's voice, a little raspy, almost sarcastic in tone, but not in intention. "I'd rather just talk about whatever you called me for....... Ms. Dubois" She said, almost slipping into a snarl, but not quite. She looked like it pained her to address Kat in a way befitting a figure of authority, not an easy task for such an Alpha personality. She also mispronounced her name, saying it "Dew-Boys". Her stance remained steady and unyielding as she continued to look the tiny snow leopard in the eye, possibly a bit surprised at meeting someone involved with the team that was so much shorter than she was. Kat chuckled softly “Dear you really do not have to be so formal with me. It...doesn't suit my personality. Please just call me Kat. And yes we shall get right down to it. I'm told Wendy, and from what I can see here, that you are a phenomenal Point guard, and you're in good position. However, from what I'm told, you're not a happy kitty. And why is that? And please please Please be honest, open and frank with me. I don't know the sort of owners you've dealt with before me, but I assure you, you're not going to be reprimanded for speaking your mind. I want my players to be happy, and I cannot fix what I do not know is broke.” Kat went back to her couch with her cup of "sanity" and curled back up, her gaze never leaving that of Wendy's. Kat's words of encouragement seemed to open the flood gates with which Wendy was using to hold in her anger, as she was all about speaking her mind. "Well... KAT... I'm not happy because Coach is being a fucking MORON." she spat. "He told me flat out today that I'm not starting, and frankly I think that's BULLSHIT because I think he's just doing it because I'm a ROOKIE or some shit!" She was pacing angrily at this point, using her paws and claws to animate her words, her muscles flexing out of fury. "He wants the team to win, I tell him 'Put me in the starting lineup, and we'll win'. He flat out tells me wants me to come off the bench to start the season. That's fucking ridiculous! I'm a leader, not a goddamn cheerleader! This is all bullshit politics. You aren't gonna win more with me on the bench, that's for DAMN sure!" Well she Did ask for her to speak her mind, Although the tone left much to be desired “I see, hmm politics,.... to be honest I don't know Reggie to be to good with politics of anything....nor I for that matter. What I Do however know is this. I know that the Team will win if the Team works as a Team. You Are a phenomenal player, there is No doubt about that. You have skills that I believe will work in the favor of the team. Which was why I wanted you, and Everyone else that is on our Team. Now, for the record hun, the reason you are not starting is not because you're a rookie. To be honest the one who is starting, just happens to have a year more experience than you do.” Kat kept her voice soft, almost purr like. Only emphasis that she made was in regard to the Team. And even that was said gently. “ Look Wendy, you know you're great at what you do, but youll be hellasious if you work with the team. Wendy's passionate fire continued on as she drove her point in further, eyes wild and paws just as animated. "You think I DON'T wanna work with the Team? Of COURSE I wanna work with the team! I'm not a retard, Kat." she snarled, defensively. "But how can I sit back and let Coach hurt our chances by starting that OTHER guy? I mean, for fuck sake, he was picked up out of the free agent pool last year! He sat on the bench most of the time last year! What the fuck makes Coach think that HE deserves more of a chance than ME at leading this team?" she threw her arms down in frustration, then continued. "He just got on this squad too, ya know! And don't gimme the "year of experience" shit. Experience ain't got nothing to do with this team. The best players on this team are the youngest..Or did you not know that?" she said, defiantly, her point seemingly made to her satisfaction. Kat simply smiled, although she was finding her patience becoming quite thin:: mmm now that's an interesting cundundrum. :: She mused:: on the one hand you have the strength, agility, and the arrogance of the young ones, and on the other, you have the strength, and the experience of the slightly older ones. However you did make an interesting point. You said yourself that he was on bench most of the year, perhaps your coach wants to see what he can do for the team, see if he deserved to be benched. He already knows what you can do. Now, since you're making lots of......interesting points. Tell me. What makes you so sure you can lead the team? And please spare me the "Because I'll make the team win" Aside from that dear, what are the strengths you want to bring to the team? Wendy drooped her shoulders and sighed loudly in frustration at what seemed to her to be an obvious question. "Didn't you read the rookie report on me?" she said, almost condescendingly. "Didn't you see the videos? The stats? Come on, I wasn't picked 7th overall for nothing!" She paced around more, almost avoiding the question, then seeming to get an idea. "Look... you see these?" she growled, holding up her arms and flexing them, showing off extremely impressive, bulging biceps, which almost looked out of place on her small frame. "These mean I'm fucking strong. I'm stronger than any other guard you can put on me. None of those puny guys will be able to keep me out of the paint! I can fucking score at will by driving it in or posting up their weak asses. Not to mention the assists. I lead my entire division last year in assists! So you can't claim that I can't play with a team because I made everyone around me better last year, and that's a fact you can look up!" “Mm all of this is true. And there's another fact. Wendy, your...temper is making it so that everyone else can or will or has view you as a distraction, or worse a hindrance to the team." Kat got up now and began to gently pace the room "Wendy, I know you play with the team, I've watched the videos, I've spoken to other players. But...I also know you think it can be done only one way. And that's it. that there is No other way at all. This is not to say that your ideas are bad, in fact I have no doubt they're damn good. However, it's not always your call. You want to be heard? You want Coach to listen to you? Then learn to step back a bit, calm down. You have so much freaking potential, it's almost frightening. But Wendy, your temper, that will be your downfall. And i don't want to see that happen to you.” At that, Wendy had to stifle a roar, as she bit her lip trying hard not to burst out in anger at the small feline trying her hardest to talk sense into her. She brought up her paws, claws out, paw-pads turned up and fingers tensed like she was trying to squeeze some imaginary fruit until it exploded. She settled on letting out a deep growl as a compromise for expressing her anger. Frankly, those with attitude problems may know they've got attitude problems, but they HATE being told that they do. She tried then to do her best impression of a reasonable person attempting to calmly explain a point, but failing at the calm part. "Kat... I don't want to be a distraction." she muttered through clenched teeth, struggling with any sort of conforming. "But... yeah, I got an attitude. If anyone don't like it, frankly I don't give a shit. But NO ONE better EVER question my passion for my team! For my TEAMMATES!" she began to get more fired up again. "I KNOW how to win! I been doing it my whole life! I got the INSTINCTS of a winner! It's in my fucking blood!" her voice growing in volume, her face getting closer to Kat's as she spoke. Her breath wasn't what you'd call minty fresh. "But I can't change the type of player I am. I won't change it. Period. You think it's easy for a species that is all but extinct to make it anywhere in this world, nevermind an undersized girl in a world overrun by toughguy dickwad males?! My attitude, my toughness, my drive is the only reason I'm even fucking ALIVE today! It's the only reason I'm in a position to play pro basketball and WIN!" She walked back to the back of the room, leaning against the table with the coffee and nip, her oversensitive nose taking in the aromas, which seemed to clear her mind a little. "Kat, I suggest that if you don't like my passion or my attitude, or if you don't want a player on your team that's gonna challenge their teammates, even the higher-ups to do better, than you better just trade me now. Because that's who I am. And if anyone I play with ain't willing to do what it takes to win and make this team better, then I don't wanna play with 'em. End of story." Kat stood her ground, her own instincts were to give at least a good healthy swat. Her ears flattened to her head, and her tail bristled some as Wendy invaded, hell did a hostile take over of her personal bubble space,..but only for a few moments. Wendy backed off and went to where the nip coffee was, and seemed to calm down a bit. Now it was Kat's turn. “Wendy, I enjoy challenges, I enjoy those that speak their minds. I want them to, they are who they are. What I do not enjoy, is someone standing in my office, thinking that they are they only ones in the world that had to fight for what they have. Cause let me tell you something Kitten. You're Not. Do you honestly think it's easy for me? Shit you're at least a foot taller than me, and yeah, you got some serious balls. Good...I'm glad that you do! You know you need them. And you're right, you're in a sport that is dominated by males...it happens. Guess what Kitten, so am I. In case you haven’t noticed. You're on one end, and I'm on the other. But we both want the same damn thing! And no, I have No problems with your Passion. We Want your passion. But You have to find a way to keep your temper down some. I know you at least use some of it in play and that is fine as long as You don't get into trouble. Which, as far as i know you really don't. So right now that's not an issue. Wendy, I cannot change What the coach has done. He is within his rights to do what he's done...so far. However, I can at least suggest that you and he...talk this out, tell him what you think, tell him your ideas. But I strongly urge you to keep your temper in check” After the whole speech she made, she offered Wendy a smile. And regardless of how tasty he might be? Try not to eat him either. Though between you and me? I've always found British meat to be a bit gamy. Things were going fairly well until Kat started exerting a bit of attitude to match Wendy's... She visibly brisled up at the word "Kitten"... "KITTEN?! I ain't no fucking kitten Ms. Duboys, you get that fucking straight now!" She took a couple steps closer, claws out and fur bristled. "You ain't gonna get too far talkin' bout keeping my temper down and then going and calling me KITTEN!" she snarled loudly. Just then, Bob the trainer walked in, ducking under the door. The felines stopped their quarrel and looked up at him. Kat's tail immediately bristled, but certainly not because of Wendy. In fact she was rather pleased to see the fire in her when called something she didn't like. Because she understood that bit all too well. The smell however that quickly filled the room was what got Kat to stop, she knew it was their trainer Bob without even looking, and today he was smelling particularly rancid “H..hello Bob..." Kat managed to rasp out. “Need...s..something?” Oh god..she felt herself wanting to hurl up the "mouse o'malt meal" she had for breakfast..second time around was not yummy. Her eyes began to water, but she kept a warm smile on her muzzle...well as warm as she could do considering the aroma of dead puked on skunk that assaulted her nose. Her non to subtle tail was making it well known that it was not pleased, bristled to it's fullest, it was thwapping against the leg of the desk hard enough to make Kat wince in pain. As discreetly as she could she attempted to reach behind her and grab her betraying tail to keep it still. Wendy practically forgot why she was angry, but her super sensitive sense of smell, honed to perfection from years of predatory hunting and survival in the woods, was really betraying her badly now. She covered her nose with both paws and doubled over in obvious discomfort. Her manner of behavior was not nearly as reserved as Kat's. "AAAUUUUGGHHHHH!!!" she wailed "You fucking reek of decaying, sewage-filled asshole! FUUCK!!! Dude, what, is a little soap against your fucking religion or something? AAUGHH... Goddammit, you're killing me!" Well at least Wendy and Kat were inwardly/outwardly on the same page. While Kat didn't express any of this verbally, her tail and Wendy said pretty much the same thing. She was pretty sure Bob was used to this sort of reaction by now. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. “Bob? what do need?” Bob nodded in her direction and if an eyebrow could be seen, it may have been noted that he raised it towards the ranting swearing saber that he's yet had the pleasure...to train. He continued to Kat's desk, rummaged around for a moment, then found what he needed. he showed her a thick folder, sort of made something that sounded like a grunt towards her, then ambled his way out. Leaving in his wake, the aroma of rotted sewer rat wrapped in dead skunk pelt, that had been left to rot in stinky tofu. “Ok Bob...see you later....” Kat managed to retch out. Once the door was closed she began to flit about the office. “Hold on for a sec Wendy, we can get back to our cat fight in a few moments. Would you be so kind and crack a window please?” As quick as a flash, she was lighting candles, spraying disinfectant, and attempting to keep her food down. Her tail was still pretty damn angry and had no problems letting anyone know about it. Wendy just kinda stood there in awe of the flitting kitty, watching her dart all over the place was actually sort of amusing, even to a hardened warrior kitty like herself. She would have grinned or chuckled except for the fact that her olfactory lobe was on fire and she was feeling lightheaded and nauseous. She actually took a seat in a chair facing Kat's desk as she flitted about. looking absolutely pained and in facial and nasal agony. For a moment she didn't notice that Wendy didn't respond, she half expected some retort or more yelling. But when she got no response she stopped and looked over at Wendy noticing that she looked to be in extreme discomfort, she stopped with all the spraying, figuring that would make her discomfort worse, she then went and opened the window, then hurried behind Wendy, thankful that the chair had wheels, she rolled her over to the open window to let Wendy breath in the fresh air. “ Ok hun, breath in slowly, you’ll be all right.” Kat said with concern. “I am sorry. Bob is one of the best trainers, but his...natural scent is....horrfic to say the least. But if you think about it? he's prey too, and he is employed where there is mostly predators. He can't help it.” Kat just rambled on like this. She was worried for Wendy, as such, she could not keep herself from rambling on.” And he is kinda of a sweetheart. A stinky smelly sweetheart. Here, I’ll get some water for you ok? Just, relax.” Kat hurried to the cooler and got them both fresh glasses of water. She wondered what more exciting things could possibly happen today. Wendy was making tiny little responses, but they were more of the inwardly directed "Fuck" and "Shit" variety as she struggled to breathe normally. She inhaled easier as she was scooted toward the open window, devouring the fresh, English air. A few sounds of groaning and grunting later, she was able to exclaim, "Damn Kat, how the fuck do you put up with that? You need to pay that dude in deodorant next time. My nose is still bitching at me... GodDAMN..." she winced a bit more, but took the glass of water offered to her, to which she uncharacteristically replied softly, "Thanks." Kat giggled and sat next to her on the sill with her own glass of water. The good thing about Bob, was he had a way of...breaking the ice in a tough situation. Ok more like melting it like toxic sludge, but still. She was grateful for the reprieve." You’re welcome. Yanno, “ Kat started. “You'd be amazed with what I’ve had to learn myself to survive. Although, my tail tends to give it away regardless of how....diplomatic I try to be. he does reek, he knows he reeks, we all know he reeks...Boy do we know." She scrunched up her nose and shook her head. “Wendy I hate to break it to you, but he's our Trainer, one of the best actually. But yeah....so that's one of the...um Perks here. As it were.” She offered her a weak but warm smile. “I know for you it must be pretty....awful, while I cannot change trainers for you, I'll whip you up something to wear when you have to be around him. Perhaps I've gotten somewhat used to him, I'm not sure..but I know that it's pretty bad for you, and I don't know if you'll get used to it. Will that be ok?” Wendy seemed to be a little calmer now, as Kat was right about Bob being an icebreaker. The anger about her playing situation seemed to have been pushed aside in any case. She looked up at Kat, her paw still over her nose, and cracked a little toothy grin. "Hell, I've had to deal with plenty worse things in my life than the smell of overcooked shit around me all the time. Some of the carcasses I've had to clean up after a meal, for instance. I can take it." She seemed to relax a little in the chair, still trying to keep her breakfast down, but sipping gingerly at the water... Well, as gingerly as she could trying to get the glass around her two giant saber teeth. Kat chuckled softly and nodded. “Mm i could imagine some of those...meals. But if you're sure you're gonna be all right around him. You let me know, I've said this to all of our players and staff, if his aroma is too much, just let me know, I have a little something that helps. Though, between you and me? I do wonder if he baths...Personally I don't want touch his fur, it looks...fungasy.” Kat rambled on again, partly due to nervousness, but also due to the caffeine she had a bit earlier. “Now, back to the matter at hand.” Kat remarked quickly. “First, I am sorry for calling you Kitten, that was wrong of me, but to be fair? You Do look kinda cute when you get pissed off.” She offered her a smile. She had hoped that would help ease things down a bit. She really did not want to go through more yelling. “I'm really not trying to be patronizing, I'm just a sucker for anything that is cute in any way I guess. But I digress. Wendy, I do know where you're coming from, and I do understand your frustration . The best I can I offer is coming up with some form of compromise. Your strong leadership is a good thing to have for the team, and your ideas I’m sure would be extremely beneficial, but there has to be some way we can all come to a compromise.” Kat stopped for a moment, gauging Wendy’s reaction to all of this. When she saw that she still had her attention, she continued on. “Wendy, You've fought for everything you have up to this point, surely you must know that you're far from done with the fighting. And I don't think you'd be happy if you were. You are a fighter, that is your greatest strength.” She smiled softly to her. “Remember Wendy, it's not who starts the game that really matters most, it's who finishes it. You're right, you can help this team win, and your strengths would come in best when the team will need you most.” Wendy sat and took all of this... kitty rambling in, her head still feeling dizzy. All the talk about the trainer, about the being cute, which she wasn't feeling quite like being offended, so she shrugged off. She wasn't quite sure what to think of this tiny little snow leopard in a suit with the huge, floofy, expression-filled tail. She was confused as to why she was being so nice to her even after her outburst. She didn't really know how to take the gestures of caring it seemed that Kat was doing. She wasn't really sure what her angle was, and her brain tried to pick out her strategy. But the whole time she was trying to figure out this tiny feline's game, she was listening to what she was saying. In her state of... compromised emotion and energy due to the rudely interrupting stench, she seemed slightly more passive and able to talk reason to. She slowly muttered "Hey, just so you guys give me a fair shot, that's all I'm asking here. I think I'm good enough to start, and well, I'm gonna prove it. I don't want anything to be handed to me anyways. I don't need no fuckin' handouts... so yeah." Her train of thought was getting slightly derailed due to the nauseating fumes still floating about in smaller quantities. Hoping her concerns were made and understood, she began to stand up, though she was still a little unbalanced. She made one last speech about what thoughts she could string together in her current state of fuzziness. "I'm gonna do what's best for the team, but don't get me wrong. If Coach ain't doing what's best for the team, and I know what can be done and he ain't listening, I'ma be back in here chewin' you out again." she said with a little bit softer of an expression and a slight grin. "Oh, and one more thing. If you think I'm cute, you might need to have your eyes examined." she said slyly. Kat nodded and smiled. She took in everything Wendy said, and well, aside from her temper, she did agree with her:. A fair shot is all I want for Everyone Wendy, I assure you, you will get a fair shot, Everyone will. And I believe that everyone on the team will find their nitch. and come together as a force to be reckoned with. And if you need to come back and chew me out some more?” Kat gave a huge wide smile. “By all means, come on back. However, you may not have to go far, I am at the games alot. down there with the coach. It drives him batty!” Kat turned towards the window, only to look over her shoulder to Wendy with a playful smile. “Oh don't you worry there, my eyes are very much fine. When you smile? You really are quite cute. But we're felines! That is one of our assets. You just happen to be of the Deadly varity of cute.” With that, Wendy chuckled a bit, more than she had the whole time at their little meeting. "Deadly cute... well I'll take the deadly part at least." Opening the door, she said on her way out, "Hey! Glad we had this talk. See ya around, Kitty," she said, looking over her shoulder as he walked out the door, into a hallway where the stench of Bob still roamed throughout. "AUGH, FUCK ME!" could be heard emanating from further down the hall, with further profanity growing more and more faint and distant as she made her way through. Kat smiled watching Wendy leave, there was a lot of things about her that reminded Kat of herself, and even more that she admired in the rather toothy fiery feline. She knew Wendy would be a great asset to the team, So what if she was a little rough around the edges. Really there wasn't a single being in the whole of the Bantems that came close to resembling normal, and she liked it that way. Kat couldn't help but giggle, hearing Wendy's verbal displeasure as to what she could only assume be the lingering reminder that Bob was here."Oh yes, we'll see each other more Kitten.” She said to herself. This time, the pet name was in affection:. “Now! To annoy the hell out of good ol Reggie! “ She exclaimed to the room. As she got ready to go and bother the old Elk.

FPSN Report: Brown Is Down Written by Mitch Dunn © Mitch Dunn

FPSN The Hoop: Vol 5 - Curtis Matheson Interview Written by Trivol, Jayni Tigerpaw © Trivol, Jayni Tigerpaw
Curtis Matheson: Now, let’s begin. First of all, your team has had a great deal of success during the first half the season. As of now though, your team seems to have declined in the rankings, dropping a place in the league standings? How does it feel to be 2nd overall in the league standings? Wendy Brown: [between chomps of steak] Ain’t a big deal dude. The regular season ain’t even over and you’re talkin’ ‘bout us droppin’ a spot to 2nd? [chomp] Look... [chew chew] None of that shit matters at all. Nobody talks about who was 1st seed if they don’t win no title. We got one goal and that’s to get that chip, so everything we do now is in preparation for that title run, feel me? We ain’t tryin’ to get caught up in all the “Who’s up, who’s down” bullshit. That’s your job. [points at Curtis as she takes a sizeable drink of water to wash down the steak] Our job is to go into the playoffs with good momentum and a shitload of confidence. We do that and I like our chances. CM: I see. Do you feel that team chemistry is a huge part or do you feel that every player should just perform their own roles as they were assigned? WB: [sneers] Why the hell wouldn’t team chemistry be important? Of course it’s important. This ain’t streetball or fuckin’ golf or whatever. Basketball is a team game, even I know that. You don’t see me tryin’ to score 30 or 40 points a game, even though I could do it if I tried. Look dude, I know I gotta get others involved if we wanna win. Ain’t nobody gonna win much playin’ 1 on 5, obviously. But if we trust each other and we’re fuckin’ locked in… [chomps steak] ain’t nobody can stop us. CM: Let’s talk about your teammates. You got the old veterans such as Steven Standard, Jim McCormick, and your boyfriend D’Angelo. Also, you got your rooks: Torrealba and Green. How are the rooks coping with you and the others? WB: Rooks are doin’ fine, I guess. Big T [Torrealba] is aloof a lot of the time, and I kinda gotta growl at him and keep him focused sometimes. He’s also gotta learn to cut the snarky shit and know his place, ‘cause as a rookie, he really don’t know shit. That’s why I’m tryin’ to stay on his ass a bit and push him harder, show him how to win in this league. Not talkin’ bout his game, just bein’ prepared mentally, not slackin off, buyin’ into the program, shit like that. He gets bitchy ‘bout that, but it is what it is. You gotta stay on rooks or else they end up lost out there. And the other guy, um… the squirrel. Who is it? Green? Yeah, that guy is just fuckin’ stoked to be there. He’s raw as shit. Both of ‘em are. But if they keep workin’ hard, they might be almost as good as me one day. Almost. If they’re lucky. CM: Yeah, those two definitely need a lot of practice and stuff to catch up with you. How do you feel about the tortoise making into the Rookie Challenge? WB: Oh, he’s a tortoise you say? Well damn, if only he had told me 100 times since the season started, maybe I’d remember. [deadpans and takes a drink of water] Good for him. He better be if he’s gonna be on our fuckin’ starting line. I’d be pissed off if he couldn’t even make a goddamn rookie game. [takes a huge bite of steak] But yeah… good for him. Way to go. Gold star… Now aim higher. CM: Shifting focus here, kinda want to see how you manage your attitude on and off Twitter, even suspending yourself from games. Keeping your attitude in check while conversing with people seems difficult for you, no? WB: [stops chewing and shoots the reporter a look] Um, no. It ain’t difficult. I just don’t put up with people’s bullshit. In case you ain’t been payin’ attention, Fang got his dumb ass suspended too for comin’ at me, beatin’ his fuckin’ chest and flappin’ his muzzle. Now I already said I shoulda handled that better, but if some idiot wants to start shit with Wendy Brown, I’m gonna give ‘em shit right back. Though my agent did say next time I get in trouble on Twitter he’s deletin’ my account. He can’t even fuckin’ do that. Whatever... CM: So, any actions that you’ve taken so far to correct your behavior? I mean, I guess players and fans are kinda scared of you. I think you scared a few players as well. From the sources I get anyway. WB: I’m tryin’ to keep shit under control a little better, for the good of the team. I hate my agent sometimes [Blake Toivonen] and we’ve gone head to head before, but I gotta admit he’s been helpin’. Mr. V [GM Geraldo Venarra] has always had my back, which is all I really want from a GM. D’A has helped a shitton… That’s somethin’ I never had, ya know? The fact that he’s always around and he’s real supportive… it helps. He knows how to calm me down, which is somethin’ nobody’s been able to do before. He’s a big reason I’ve been on point this year and I ain’t gone on a slashing spree yet. But yeah… I’m a passionate player and sometimes bullshit gets to me. Nobody’s fuckin’ perfect man. Oh, and I just started doin’ anger management too… [stares and chews idly for a while] Yeeeah… I don’t wanna be here all day so I ain’t fuckin’ touchin’ that one. But ain’t nobody can say I ain’t willin’ to try shit out if it means we got a better chance to win. CM: How long do you see yourself playing basketball as long as you’re on the team? 5 years? 10 years? WB: I’ma play as long as I fuckin’ can, man. As long as I ain’t crippled or banned from the league or some shit, I’ma be ballin’ my fuckin’ heart out. CM: Any retirement plans if you ever so thought of thinking into the future? WB: Coaching. [deadpan stares, then slaps the table and laughs] I’m just fuckin’ with ya man, come on. I ain’t about that life. But don’t think I didn’t see your face fuckin’ scrunch up just now. [takes a drink of water, still chuckling and shaking her head] Anyways, I already answered this on Twitter dude. I got no clue what I’ma be doin’ when I’m done with the FBA. I’m too focused on the here and now. I’ll worry ‘bout that other shit when the time comes. CM: All right, this is going to be a fan question from one of your fans. This is Dan from Alabama. He writes. “Wendy Brown, I have been a huge fan of yours ever since my family and I have started living here. I would love to take my kids to see you in person. However, I get the feeling that your personality might scare them. They’re quite young. The oldest son is 10 and the other 8. So, will it be possible for you to work on your behavior? I won’t mind them seeing you in person as long as they get to see the ‘nice’ side of you.” WB: [blinks, then busts out in laughter] ...Is this guy for real? The “Nice side” of me? Are you shitting me? [laughs for a good 10 seconds before flagging the waiter down for more steak] Ok, let’s give this a shot. [clears throat and gives an exaggerated smile] Thank you kindly for your letter, Dan from Alabama! Unfortunately, I’m not sure of what you mean by my ‘nice’ side. All of my sides are equally nice, but since I will be playing basketball and not posing for glamor shots, I can’t really worry too much about which side of me your kids see. [rolls eyes, snarls and huffs] For real though, maybe my behavior ain’t the problem, Dan. Because it sounds like you don’t think your kids are capable of watchin’ a game where grown-ass furs battle it out and it ain’t all hugs and rainbows and all that happy horseshit. When I was 8 I was helpin’ my dad hunt and gettin’ my paws and fangs bloody in the process. Tell your kids to grow a pair, Dan, or lead by example and grow a pair yourself. Oh, and thanks for the support. CM: How do you plan on overcoming your problems while keeping a positive appearance for those youthful fans out there? WB: Pshhh… y’all still hangin’ onto that role model bullshit? Look, if it ain’t clear by now, I ain’t no role model. I’m paid to play basketball and that’s all I care about, not what some snot-nosed little punk thinks of me. But hey, check this out. There’s a kid out there on Twitter, goes by Wizard of Ous. Real cool kid and a big fan of mine. I sent him a jersey and some other shit. Anyways, you know why he’s such a big fan? ‘Cause I’m tough, I’m fearless, I speak my mind and I’m fuckin’ awesome. Also, I overcame a shitty background and being shit on by damn near everybody in my life to make it to the big leagues. Think about that for a second. This short-ass, almost extinct girl from out the damn boonies proved every motherfucker out there wrong and persevered through sheer heart, determination, never giving up and believing in myself. And if I can do it, anyone can. How’s that for a fuckin’ role model? CM: One last thing, there’s this one term that my sources have said to me prior to this interview. It’s this hashtag “#Steak”. I guess this has something to do with your special meals that you enjoy eating. WB: Uhhhhh……. yeah. “Special meals”... let’s go with that. Since I’m on a high-protein diet and all... [smirks and chomps into her third steak… in the last 30 minutes]

Fallout From Ohio (Blake Toivonen/Wendy Brown) Written by Paula, Jayni Tigerpaw © Paula, Jayni Tigerpaw
[DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS WENDY BROWN AKA PROFANE LANGUAGE] "What the hell could he want then?" Wendy couldn't figure it out. She already apologized to Blake Toivonen and Brad Pullman about the incident in Ohio. And it wasn't just a short, empty apology either. The saber had actually, sincerely felt bad for showing up at Brad Pullman's home unannounced and unintentionally ruining his family's BBQ. Of course that atomic burger she snatched from the eagle almost ruined her tongue, but still, she knew it was her fault that it all happened. Wendy had offered to pay for damages to the eagle's kitchen, which she tore apart frantically as she searched for milk to guzzle to sooth her volcanic face. Scaring the loved ones of Brad and Blake into a cellar was also not in her plans. Yes, there was no way to shift the blame on this one. It was her fault. But then why did Blake seem to really want to talk to her about something, enough so that he arranged to have a video chat tonight? The Mayors' GM, Geraldo Vanerra had spoken to Blake not long before, so whatever this was, it couldn't be good for Wendy. She knew some sort of punishment was coming. There was always punishment for the messes she found herself in. Fines. Suspensions. Maybe extra community service. And considering this epic catastrophe almost involved the authorities, she was expecting something harsh. But Blake mentioned nothing about that over Twitter. In fact, when Wendy brought it up, Blake had assured her the conversation he wanted to have with her would have nothing to do with that. Then what? He likely resents her and hates her guts for what she did, and that was fine. But what the fuck could he want to say to her now? The saber emerged from the kitchen with a small glass filled with ice and Jameson whiskey. Since this was a video chat, she threw on a wife-beater (no bra) to meet the minimum demands for courtesy. Pants were still unnecessary, since she didn't plan on standing up during the meeting. Wendy shuffled into the office and set the glass down on the table, out of sight from her webcam. Then she plopped down in the chair. She couldn't help feel anxious as she stared at her screen blankly. Oh boy, another talk to tell her how bad she is and how disappointed they are and how this will fuck up the start of her first full season with the Mayors. Whatever it was, it wasn't gonna be good news, she was pretty sure of that. Of course the reindeer wouldn't mention that stuff over Twitter. He didn't have any authority over her and therefore had to get her to commit to a video chat willingly. Mr. Vanerra, on the other hand... Wendy took a sip from her whiskey, which made her whiskers twitch. Then she sighed. "Fuck it. Let's get this shit over with." Wendy booted up Skype. BOOP BOOP It had been a while since she had. There were 46 follower requests from random FBA players, rookies, agents... oh look, FMZ. Yeah fuckin' right. Decline. Sure enough, there was the request Blake had sent her a little while ago. OldMightyFinn. Yup, that was him alright. On the other end, the reindeer was waiting back at home in Minnesota, patiently, wearing a polo shirt and track pants and sipping a glass of water. We waited patiently for his contact request to go through. After a few seconds, the request was accepted. Blake nodded as he adjusted his earphones and microphone and proceeded to call her. It took 10 second or so for the call to go through. While the two were waiting for each other's video feeds to load, Blake began to speak. "Good evening, Ms. Brown." Wendy waited impatiently, apprehensively, for the video feed to come through, which it finally did. She kept a neutral face, as much as possible, though some of her confusion and suspicion was probably evident in her expression to a keen observer. When Blake greeted her, Wendy responded with an upward head nod in acknowledgement, followed by, “Whussup?” Blake adjusted his seating a bit, then proceeded. "Thank you for accepting the invitation on such short notice. I wish I could've done this a bit sooner, but you know, I was at the draft in Vegas. But now we can discuss something that has been on my mind for a while." he nodded as he looked to Wendy's video feed contently. Wendy kept the poker face, searching for any indication in Blake’s tone or expression that she was in trouble. She was unable to find anything, for the time being, but she still couldn’t figure out why this late night video call was so damn important. She’d play it cool for now. “No problem. I hear that was kind of a big deal.” she deadpanned. “Sooo… what’s on your mind?” Blake nodded, as he could hint that Wendy wasn't particularly in the mood to talk business at this hour, but the reindeer felt like he needed to make this feel a little more casual. "Listen, Wendy, I have followed you on occasion last season, and you are a great player. But as you know already, some of your antics aren't what they should be for a professional, but I think after last week, you... know that yourself, hmm?" Wendy closed her eyes and sighed, raising her left paw to the side of her muzzle as she shook her head gently. She knew this was coming. “Yeah, I know I was out of line last week. I said I’m sorry, ok?” Wendy replied, her tone more frustrated than angry. “I didn’t mean for all that shit to happen. I just wanted to pop up for a laugh, eat some steaks or whatever, and go home. I didn’t know I’d be… eating molten fuckin’ lava. Plus I was stressed out from before.” Wendy sighed again, looking away from the screen, then back at Blake. Her ears dropped back and her glance softened a bit, showing at least some sincerity in her regret. “Look, I’ll pay for damages. I sent Brad a package of steaks to say sorry. I can send you some too if you want. I just… I’m sorry. I apologize for fucking up. So… yeah.” Blake sighed. "It's not that, Wendy... if I may call you that." he takes a drink of water from his glass then continues. "You have done your part on that, but like I said on Twitter, I want to talk about something else with you." he nodded. "Do you have someone representing you in the FBA business-wise?" Wendy’s ear twitched and her nose wrinkled, a slow growing look of confusion forming on her face as she leaned back from the screen. “Uhh… you mean like an agent?” Wendy paused, trying to gauge whether or not he was serious. “No. I haven’t had one since the Montana… incident." She huffed and sneered slightly as the memories resurfaced. "I see." Blake nodded as he shifted in his seat. "I'm going to be clear with you, Wendy. I know you are talented and you need a little bit of guidance. And since my clients now have good jobs in the FBA, I'm looking for a new challenge for the season." he grins a little bit. A new challenge? At that point, the light bulb went off in the saber’s head, though the confusion only escalated. “Wait… hold up. Lemme get this straight.” Wendy said, tilting her head as she pieced together what was happening. “I destroyed your BBQ, scared you all into a bunker… and now you wanna represent me?” "Look, Wendy, I gave it a long and hard thought, and it always came back to me as a good idea." he chuckles lightly as he looks to Wendy on his screen. "I'm not kidding you right now."* Wendy stared at the screen dumbfounded for a couple of seconds, scratching the back of her head. Could he seriously be thinking about taking this on? After all the outrageous shit she’s done, the profanity, the snarling and countless blow-ups, does he really want to try to tame the untamable? Then her eyes narrowed. “What’s the catch? Is Vanarra in on this?” Blake shook his head, chuckling. "No no, Mr. Vanarra didn't suggest this to me. Like I said, I thought about it long and hard. I want to take you on as my new client." he smiles reassuringly towards the sabre. "What do you say?" Wendy couldn’t help but be suspicious. It was in her nature. She had learned not to trust people, with few exceptions. She also knew that if it seemed too good to be true, it usually was. She was also a lot smarter than her appearance and actions led to believe. “Ok, so hold up… you want to be my agent…” she started, putting her fingers together and leaning into the screen. “Exactly what comes along with that? You gonna make me wash my mouth out, sit up straight and play nicey-nice? Cause I ain’t interested in changing who I am to appease the damn PR police.” "Listen, Wendy, I'm not here to make you the nicest lady in the FBA, I know I can't do that to you. But here's a fact. You can't risk things like last week anymore, or your career will come to a halt and for someone like you, it would be devastating." he keeps his composure. "And I don't want to let that happen to you." "But WHY?" Wendy's voice rose to emphasize that word, the most prevalent question in the front of her mind. "Why do you care what happens to me? After the shit I put you through? Instead of hollerin' for punishment, you wanna WORK with me?" Wendy's paws were animated along with her voice, which portrayed no indignation, only an honest puzzlement. "I don't get it. I'm a headache, dude. A royal fuckin' pain in the ass. I'm more than a 'challenge'. I'm a fuckin' nightmare. A bunch of people tried tamin' this and couldn't do it. Even the Howlers' GM admitted he bit off more than he could chew." Her arms fell to the side, and her head hung, shaking a bit before looking back at Blake. "Why even bother?" "Because unlike your last agent, I BELIEVE in you." Blake huffed, looking over to a distraught Wendy, but he kept his cool as best as he could and continued. "Can I be honest with you? I wasn't behaving my best either at the barbeque. I should have been a better person. After I saw how you realized that you did something wrong, that is the point where it made a click in my head and all I could think of was... she needs help. Mine or anyone else's. And this is why I want to help you. I want you to become even better than you are now." Blake took a deep breath. Wendy’s fur bristled slightly and her right ear twitched as she listened on. She needs help? The indestructible Wendy Brown needs help? Pshh... yeah right. Except... he was right. It killed her to admit it, but after all the clashes and controversies she's been a part of since joining the FBA, she was rather lucky to still be on a team. She had all the talent in the world but what good was talent when everyone feared the image? Everyone is so goddamned concerned with image nowadays. One more fuck-up, and she could be done. Crossing her arms, Wendy sighed again and turned her head away from the camera in silence. Wendy did not want to compromise her image, and she sure as fuck wasn't one to conform. But she couldn't risk being cast out again. This was likely her last chance. No, Wendy didn't want the help. She needed it. And there it was, right in front of her. Blake watched on as the saber sat silently, appearing deep in thought. "Anyways, my services are open to you, Wendy, and it'd make me happy to have you as one of my own. Of course I'll let you sleep on it. You don't have to decide anything tonight. I still have plenty of things to take care of while I wait. You think that's fair?" the reindeer nodded reassuringly. The saber’s lips pursed, almost in a pout, as the reindeer made his spiel. She continued looking firmly off to the side, but as she listened and thought, her ears drooped down and her stony exterior faded. It had to be done. “No,” she finally said, in a voice lacking defiance. “No… I don’t need to sleep on it,” she said as she turned to face him again. “I can’t let something like that happen again… but shit like this is gonna keep on happenin’ until I can figure out how to stop it. And… I ain't got too many chances left.” She leaned back in her chair, idly rubbing her saber tooth with her thumb and finger. One more big, deep breath... “…I’ll do it.” With a wide smile, Blake nodded in approval and leaned forward to write something down. "Excellent, Ms. Brown. I wasn't expecting such a quick response from you. That makes me really happy." he looks over to Wendy once more. "That's all I wanted to talk about tonight, and I'm happy with how it all went. I look forward to this." Wendy gave a sort of half-hearted grin, then reached immediately for her strong drink. “Ditto,” she said with a hint of unintended sarcasm. Then she took a giant swig from her glass, wiping her muzzle afterwards. “I just better not regret this decision.” "I'll make sure you won't, Wendy. I have every intent to make this work." Blake nods reassuringly towards the camera, as he finishes his glass of water, the thought of going to bed starting to sound pretty good. “Good to know,” the saber said with a light smirk. “Just… do me a favor. Be patient with me, ok? There’s only so much I’m willin’ to compromise," she said, the thought of compromising adding a strange feeling to her gut. Or maybe that was the whisky. "But we’ll figure it out. Anyway, I gotta go to bed dude. Training at 6,” Wendy said as she gave a long stretch while leaning back in her chair, dangerously close to giving away her pantslessness. "Patience is one of the most important lessons I have learned in my life." Blake said, nodding politely. "Of course. I shall go sleep too. I have to take Erik to college." “Sounds good. ‘Night.” "Good night, Wendy." And with a prompt paw wave, Wendy ended the call, sighing deeply afterwards. She really hoped she wouldn't regret this. But something had to give, or she'd be through. Maybe if she thought of it as another challenge. After all, Wendy Brown never backed down from a challenge. "Fuck..." she muttered under her breath, and she downed the last of her drink. This would take some time to sink in. Wendy had an agent again, for better or worse. Blake put his headset aside as the call ended. He knew that this would not a piece of cake, especially with a hot-tempered fur like Wendy Brown. But he knew she was talented, and she had the drive to be one of the best in the league with his guidance. As tough as this was likely to be, it was a nice challenge for him. But he was confident he could get through to her. He just had to connect to her, as a friend rather than a manager. Believe in the cause. Believe in her. His patience would certainly be tested, possibly more so than ever before. But he felt that in the end, if he could guide her to greater heights and help her reach her true potential as a player- and as a person- it would be worth it.