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FBA Dream Match #3
Paul Teronura (Otter, C, TEN)
vs.
Cletus Swinton (Pig, C, STA)
It hurts, you know.
Most folks don't think about that. When you swat down a shot-- and ah mean really swat it. I ain't talkin' scrapin' it with your clawtips, but pullin' your arm back as far as you can, spreadin' your fingers 'til your webs burn, and bringin' your paw down on that rock with every ounce of strength the Good Lord saw fit to give you.
When the meat of your palm smacks that leather, it can sting like a sheepshead. Y'end up pumpin' ya knuckles, tryin' to work out the pain. Ya get some gasps from the crowd, but it ain't enough to soothe ya burnin' hand.
Because it hurts. Hurts as much as bein' knocked down yourself.
Like when ah was jus' a young rookie, and you was the team's star player, jealously protectin' ya stardom. Ah'll never forget how you made sure my height got listed wrong. How you told the coaches ah was difficult so they'd keep me on the bench. How year after year, you did everythin' you could to make sure ain't no one in Tennessee ever knew what ah could be.
But that wasn't enough for you. You just kept swattin' me down, in whispers between games. Every time you reminded me how I never knew my real mama, that growin' up everyone could see mah family wasn't mine. Every time you made me feel like comin' out was a mistake, sayin' ain't no gay man could ever be a star. Ah heard them all, every little grunt, ever word you let slip in the locker room, fillin' mah ears with all that jealous poison to make sure ah knew ah ain't never gonna be nothin' in Tennessee.
But you couldn't hurt me when ah moved to Cali. And when ah got out from under yer shadow, ah could finally see the sky and how high ah could reach. So high that a few years later, the Moonshiners were gettin' rid of you so they could have me.
An' that's why in that first game we played, when ah saw you wearin' black, and ah had the state's name back on mah chest, ah blocked your shot hard. And ah mean hard. Pulled mah arm back as far as I could. Spread mah fingers 'til mah webs burned. Brought mah paw down on that rock with every ounce of strength the Good Lord saw fit to give me.
And ah tell you what.
It didn't hurt at all.
FBA Dream Match #3 drawn by
rosenthal
Alternate Stanislaus Thrust jersey designed by rosenthal
Alternate Tennessee Moonshiners jersey designed by
mongooseink
Paul Teronura (Otter, C, TEN)
vs.
Cletus Swinton (Pig, C, STA)
It hurts, you know.
Most folks don't think about that. When you swat down a shot-- and ah mean really swat it. I ain't talkin' scrapin' it with your clawtips, but pullin' your arm back as far as you can, spreadin' your fingers 'til your webs burn, and bringin' your paw down on that rock with every ounce of strength the Good Lord saw fit to give you.
When the meat of your palm smacks that leather, it can sting like a sheepshead. Y'end up pumpin' ya knuckles, tryin' to work out the pain. Ya get some gasps from the crowd, but it ain't enough to soothe ya burnin' hand.
Because it hurts. Hurts as much as bein' knocked down yourself.
Like when ah was jus' a young rookie, and you was the team's star player, jealously protectin' ya stardom. Ah'll never forget how you made sure my height got listed wrong. How you told the coaches ah was difficult so they'd keep me on the bench. How year after year, you did everythin' you could to make sure ain't no one in Tennessee ever knew what ah could be.
But that wasn't enough for you. You just kept swattin' me down, in whispers between games. Every time you reminded me how I never knew my real mama, that growin' up everyone could see mah family wasn't mine. Every time you made me feel like comin' out was a mistake, sayin' ain't no gay man could ever be a star. Ah heard them all, every little grunt, ever word you let slip in the locker room, fillin' mah ears with all that jealous poison to make sure ah knew ah ain't never gonna be nothin' in Tennessee.
But you couldn't hurt me when ah moved to Cali. And when ah got out from under yer shadow, ah could finally see the sky and how high ah could reach. So high that a few years later, the Moonshiners were gettin' rid of you so they could have me.
An' that's why in that first game we played, when ah saw you wearin' black, and ah had the state's name back on mah chest, ah blocked your shot hard. And ah mean hard. Pulled mah arm back as far as I could. Spread mah fingers 'til mah webs burned. Brought mah paw down on that rock with every ounce of strength the Good Lord saw fit to give me.
And ah tell you what.
It didn't hurt at all.
FBA Dream Match #3 drawn by
rosenthalAlternate Stanislaus Thrust jersey designed by
rosenthalAlternate Tennessee Moonshiners jersey designed by
mongooseinkCategory Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Otter
Size 904 x 1280px
File Size 702.7 kB
Thanks, P-Dog! Glad you like it so much! rosenthal keeps outdoing themselves. :)
rosenthal keeps outdoing themselves. :)
Thanks, J-Ott! Yeah, I'm really happy with how this came out. And out of all the pairings in the FBA, this is one with so much history and tension to it-- and a realy cool story of redemption. I love how PT didn't come into the league as a superstar from the start, but how he had to fight and struggle to get noticed. In my mind, that shows what a strong player he is. His fame is earned, not given.
Elementary, my Dear Hopper:
The only time anyone gets such heat as Our Esteemed Mr. Teronura, is when they have such undeniable talent. And guess who put up all the resistance or interference: those most threatened by said talent.
If you're not a threat, no one bothers you.
If you're not a threat, no one tries to put you down.
If you're not a threat, no one tries to deny your success.
If you're not a threat, no one tries to stop you.
Paulie here decided he was going to be a threat, no matter what. Cleatus tried to keep him down, but to no avail. And how correct was Mr. Swinton's appraisal?
*SWAT*
The only time anyone gets such heat as Our Esteemed Mr. Teronura, is when they have such undeniable talent. And guess who put up all the resistance or interference: those most threatened by said talent.
If you're not a threat, no one bothers you.
If you're not a threat, no one tries to put you down.
If you're not a threat, no one tries to deny your success.
If you're not a threat, no one tries to stop you.
Paulie here decided he was going to be a threat, no matter what. Cleatus tried to keep him down, but to no avail. And how correct was Mr. Swinton's appraisal?
*SWAT*
You know it! When I first saw the sketch from rosenthal, I asked for them to change the position of PT's arm just to intensify the block. Arm fully extended, fingers spread as far as possible, everything maximized. This isn't just some tap to disrupt the ball's path. PT sent that ball into the next county.
rosenthal, I asked for them to change the position of PT's arm just to intensify the block. Arm fully extended, fingers spread as far as possible, everything maximized. This isn't just some tap to disrupt the ball's path. PT sent that ball into the next county. 
That IS rare! But I think to do that, Cletus would have had to make a very sloppy shot, putting up the ball low instead of high. Cletus is a pig-- figuratively, too-- but he actually is a gifted athlete and would know he'd need to put the ball up high.
But-- this wasn't high enough. ;)
But-- this wasn't high enough. ;)
Heh! Well, PT's FBA contract would forbid him from playing beach volleyball, but I have to admit, he would probably be outstanding at it. Volleyball is another sport where height is a big advantage, especially when you can jump as high as PT is in this pic. No doubt those big webbed paws together would make a ridiculously tough block at the net.
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