She was fat, ugly and brown to the popular, but to the poor, hungry and losers, she was beautiful in every way. When she tried out for the cheer-leading squad they told her everything that was wrong with her but they forgot to tell her everything that was right. "Misty Brown," was her name, and her drive is what made her amazing. Her ability to shine came from inside, and the average person would die for her. When she noticed that the football team had been win-less after eight games, she just had to break her bitter silence and attend a game. Arriving at the game, there was hardly a fan in sight; the cheerleaders were sitting on the bench with some of the players. The fighting spirit of the Fighting Bulldogs had disappeared. Misty dug deep into her playbook to find a solution. The Fighting Bulldogs were on her mind sundown to sunup. She had to find the heart of an underdog, she had to find a way to win one game. Misty had to create a new dog pound to replace the ones who left their seats so she hit the streets. It had gotten so bad that she saw one of the star player's jersey up for bid on an auction site. Misty's heart began to beat slow when she saw a picture of her great grandfather, who had the school's passing record, in a trashcan by the vending machine. Motivation filled her spirit as the blood of determination sped through her veins. In a shaking fit, she went under the bridge and gathered up all of the poor people that she could find, she then withdrew all of the money out of her school loans and paid so they could attend the rest of the games. Misty also conned the cheerleaders by putting bleach in the school detergent and when they turned them in after the game to be washed the uniforms came out rusty brown. Realizing they had no good uniforms, the regular cheerleaders were too snobby and didn't want to cheer in their street cloths. When the team took the field and saw all of their real fans cheering playing their school song, the fighting bulldog had been resurrected. The other team was so confident that they were going to win that none of the players took the time before the game to watch the scouting footage. In all of their confidence and athleticism they stormed onto the field, but the Fighting Bulldogs had nothing to lose and the fans had nothing to lose also. Cheering with every bit of gratefulness from all of the hospitality in the stands, the Raging Tide did not see a loss coming. When the Fighting Bulldogs hit the field with their small team, Misty grabbed her bullhorn and began cheering from the stands. In this new battle, it was not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog. In the first quarter, after kickoff, the Fighting Bulldogs hit the gas and didn't let up. Whenever the visiting team would get close to scoring a touchdown, Misty would put her hands up to rev-up the dog-pound. At the end of the game the visiting Raging Tide were so shocked and beat-up that they couldn't even walk to shake hands. Once the win hit the airwaves and the miracle was done, Misty slammed into the announcer's booth and took the microphone; in a protest, her emotions turned into words.
"I want everyone to remember this day. From day one I believed in this team. I believed in them so much that I gave up my job to cheer for them and I suffered for three weeks when I didn't make the team. I believe in this team so much that I went and got all of the people off of the streets who grew up watching them. They now can't even afford a damn ticket to cheer for the team that their kids are now watching. They have no money because they have no jobs; therefore, I sacrificed my whole college paycheck to get them here and we won." She took her finger and pointed at the losing team. "Do you see this. The energy from the hungry souls who used to slave the mills in this town has punished your opponents and put the fear of God in your next challenger. From this day on, I will be cheering for the rest of the season and these real fans will be here to not only cheer but to collect a paycheck because all of your other fans left. We are the Fighting Bulldogs of Youngsland County and your brown and sassy cheerleader declares that from this moment on, we show no mercy." The stadium exploded with cheer after Misty had spoken. The other team was so eager to get out of town that they didn't even shower after the game. Misty had put the fight back in the Fighting Bulldogs. When they finished the season on a seven game winning streak they were so filled with the football spirit that they changed their uniforms to brown to match all of the dirt that was left on the field from trying to win. Misty Brown may not have made the cheer-leading squad but she was now the new hope and also owner of the new team nickname, "The Browns."