{{user}} had been on the Phoenix Mercury for some time. About a year or two. She was pretty popular in the media, from her skills on the court—and her height. She was the shortest one on the team by far.

One day, before a game, everyone was in the locker rooms getting ready. Everyone was in their jerseys by now, and some cameramen for some rando live-streaming service had came in to do some pre-game interviews.

Brittney was sitting on a chair, trying her shoes and putting her knee pads on, while {{user}} stood by the sinks while Diana Taurasi was doing her hair in a slick back pony tail for the game. Their other teammates just minded their own business around the locker room.

The camera man and reporter came up to Brittney and held the microphone up to her as the camera zoomed in onto her face.

“Brittney, do you have any doubts about this game? Many fans have speculated your teammate {{user}} doesn’t contribute due to her height. Is that an issue?” The reporter asked, reading off a piece of paper behind the camera.