Chapter 7: Chapter 7 - Old-School 2000s = A Big Bet & Strong Play
Following the change of score; Joe whom was slightly tired found the soft and pleasant sensation to shift his sight to his brother whom was patting his back and whispered to him. "L-Let's.... S-Switch." His heavy breathing interrupted any response however Joe knew why as he saw the soaked face of Link.
The track-suit had plenty of breathable so he wasn't overheat... He was just too tired after trying to guard Ralph.
A bigger and stronger player who wasn't affected by his physical defense and only seemed to keep Ralph's energy levels up where his own declined that Link had worn himself out.
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Joe merely nodded. "Alright - Malcom likes to run off-ball s-" Speaking to impart some advice only to stopped where his head was pat by his brother whom shook his head and spoke.
"D-Don't W-Worry. M-Mal's Easy." Speaking with his own wisdom where he slowly walk over to where the Forward's set-up surprising Malcom whom grinned where he said. "Been a while, Linky. How ya doing?" Asking his question where he was stopped as Link said "S-S-Shush, Cue-Tip." The insult catching the boy off-guard whom yelled out.
"SHUT UP, LINK! HOW BOUT YOU FIGHT ME?!" Yelling as Link turned to his side. Focusing more on the check-ball than Malcom's words making the smaller player pressed up to play physical only for a pointy elbow to be pressed against his body where the Guard-now switched to Forward kept some distance between themselves with ease despite Malcom's attempt to do the same... Only to fail.
"Fuck. Tubby... Is it time? *Sniff* Smell that? *Sniff* *Sniff* I can smell your bacon cooking, piggy." Crouching down to get into his defensive stance. 'He's just like Link... No... His arms are as long as mine but he's much stronger than me or Link and they have the same kind of defense... Funny... I've scored on Link hundreds of times.' A calm Joe broke down dozens of plays that Link was crossed, blown-by or even shot right in his eye by the chubby boy. Smoothly breathing for the first-time in the game where he passed the ball for check that Ralph caught and played with. Teasing and mocking with his actions only to stop.
Slammed his hands on the sides of ball before he walked up til there wasn't any space between the two only to drop the ball to Joe's weak-side... A high pressure check that left no space to operate properly as Ralph awaited for Joe to touch the ball.
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Snatching ball where the two played hard!
'Fuck! Fatty's handle is nice!' Dealing with Link's 'sub-par' dribbles had lulled Ralph with boredom where his mindset changed from his Dog-Bite Defense that he loved to a focused Drive-And-Dish mindset for their extend offensive possession and pulled up their lead.
Trying to keep a heavy-wieght yet well-adapt ball-handler like Joe was force him to work double-time where he was barely able to cut-off routes for drives yet that only open up for the tubbier brother whom used his body to knocked Ralph off-balance.
This stalemate end with Forward turned Guard to do a tight cross-over that was compact and close to his body only to snap his head and arm-up! Closing to the side of the Ralph reacted with raising his arms to defend a jump-shot yet it was a head-fake!
Dribbling by Ralph who was in no position to recover leading to Joe crossing the 2-Point Line finishing it with a pull-up and shoot a long-mid-range Jumper that struck backboard first before it fell in nicely. "I'm not gonna talk like my bro... but you need to play much better to guard me." Joe spoke up to Ralph as he walked by only to bump into the Guard whose eyes narrowed at those words.
LG (Link Green) Team v JBS (Jackson 'The Big Sun.') Team = 7 - 19
Jackson watched and his mind was thinking. 'Hmmm. Little Joey is a very good scorer; if he's played against Link's dog defense then he would be able to deal with any type of defender... Including you; Ralph.' Know both teens rather well yet Jackson knew that Link's defense was perhaps a half-level above Ralph whose abilities were more on his body and his offense.
Hearing a pleased grunt as Richard pumped his arm and ran over to Joe as he gave the smaller play a fist-bump. Jackson's smile ceased as he thought as well. '... Also have to deal with your type... Don't like guys like you, Ink... Don't like guys like you.' A flat-look appeared on his face where he hunkered down to run over to get ready as he followed after Richard whom stayed at 2-Point instead of traveling inside.
Coming up as the two Big-Man crouched down however Richard smirk grew which unnerved Jackson a bit; he was so focused for the entirety of the game yet he was smiling now? As they pressed up against each-other where Richard's frame lowered suddenly making Jackson's eyes widen.
The ball was checked where that pleasant sound of the ball bouncing lead to Richard exploded around Jackson! His heavy-feet pounded into the concrete as he easily ran around Jackson whom was shocked by this guard-like explosiveness and change of pace. 'Shit!' Thinking in anger as he sung around and ran after Richard. Even though Jackson's speed from beforehand surpassed Richard, he was still behind now! 'How is he so fast?! Was he not giving it 100%?!'
"THROW UP!" Shouting as Jackson bumping into Richard as they were arriving in the restrict-zone. Plenty of gathering room was still there as his legs contracted and expanded to launch Joe upward! Jackson respected this leap and jumped as well; not to stop Richard's shot... But stop the ball from hitting the opposing Big's hands. Joe whom was dealing with Ralph easily cross-over the defender who found himself on his butt from a savage cross-over!
Raising a hand firmly forward with Richard reaching in effort as Jackson attempted to stop it yet Richard's other hand snatched the ball out of the air. "DON'T JUMP WITH ME!" Raising the ball backwards that he cocked it behind his head and threw down a power-jam! A two-hand smasher knocked Jackson off-balance where he came down but was sent stumbling about stumbling around as if he was a fool where the biracial boy came down softly like a Big-Cat whom had pounced on some prey.
LG (Link Green) Team v JBS (Jackson 'The Big Sun.') Team = 8 - 19
Walking past Jackson as the two Big-Man stood straight up and look at one-another. Smiling at each-other which Richard spoke up. "Don't even try it, yo." The tailor-end of his comment made Richard's face turned back to the intense focus from before-hand as Jackson said to more to himself. "Well... Well... Well... Bout time, I got the Animal to come out." Smiling more to himself where Richard's eyes squinted and he turned his head to the side in confusion.
"What do you mean?" Asking curiously only for Jackson to wave him off by patting his head and saying. "I'll tell you when you're older, bitch-boy." A trash-talk, slanderous curse and attitude with the smile Richard to become flush with rage that he knocked the hand off his head as Jackson could perfectly picture fire to be burning from his eyes as he laughed at the action.
The two proceeded to wait for the next possession to begin.
Getting the ball after the check, Joe looked at Ralph who still tried to play defense yet was much more weary about the offensive bag belonging to chubby boy. Looking at his body that shook gently when Joe swung it around.
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Taking a pausing as Joe's eyes closed and Ralph's body flinched; as soon as confidence filled the boy... His play drastically improved that he was overwhelming Ralph with finer jab-step series, compact cross-overs and shot-fakes.
Scoring twice back-to-back - The first being a lay-up that he barely managed to double-clutch for an and-one on Ralph who was sent right onto his ass with Joe making the free-throw. Second time being a 2-Point shot over not only his man but Jackson!
It was a screen play that Ralph barely managed to fight over from Richard which the other Big-Man switched as his perimeter defense was even better than Ralph forcing him to shot but the ball had a luck bounce to fall in!
The third play where Joe was sweat and Ralph was tired; playing physical wasn't working which he tried to play more skilled-based. It worked out slightly better but he still fell to superior offensive ability of Joe. Driving pasting Ralph once-more but he was much-closer to stealing the ball this time as his hand nearly touched the ball.
Yet the most unexpected move was done.
Finishing this move with his roundish-body and lowering; leg's widen and became square-like freezing Ralph. Snap an in-between-the-legs bounce to the side that was closest to his defender who barely reacted to steal with his other hand...
Planting a foot down hard; all of his weight was on the leg which was by a spin-move. Leading to Ralph being launched off where he was stumbling backwards as if he was blown back by a heavy-weight punch. Unable to recover to contest as the one of the brothers' scored once more with a fall-away shot which hit the far-side of the rim and going straight down.
LG (Link Green) Team v JBS (Jackson 'The Big Sun.') Team = 13 - 19
As the comfortable Joe relaxed as his right-foot landed followed by his left where he was able to balance out his body's land. Tired and frustrated; Ralph's hands came to together. A fist slamming into an open palm twice where he could only exclaim.
"Damn!" His attention shifted to the ball where he could only watch as Jackson went over to pick up the ball which was lightly bouncing on the court... Their eyes met and a cold gaze filled Ralph's sight and mind.
... He could only turn his head to the side and beckon the ball over which the ball came into his sight and he nervously exhaled.
Off in the corner; the two Forwards had done next to nothing which Link recovered where Malcom was beginning to steam at his current ineffectiveness. His speed allowed him to lock down Joe off-ball but... Joe was almost unstoppable right now that he had the ball right away.
'What the fuck is this?! I have to deal with asshole!' Moping in his mind where the two hadn't moved aside from Malcom's pacing steps during each new Break where he watched the former Forward score on Ralph.
Just as possession begun; Malcom looked at the resting Link who kept his head down.
"Having to deal with your bitch-ass is wack!" Exclaiming aloud as Malcom twisted his head to look at the check-ball which he heard a low chuckle with the thinner-teen stand up to look right at Malcom. He seemed more... comfortable.
"L-Listen... W-Watch Your M-Mouth... Tiny." Talking back with a tired smile appearing on his face as he watched the short of the two become enrage at the height comment! "I CAN'T CONTROL HOW MUCH I GROW!" Shouting as angrily where he audibly snarling to Link whom weakly chuckled.
When the next possession began - Malcom didn't respect Link's offense where he gave him space... Bad idea because the boy got back his second wind! Walking weakly only to exploded one way and cut the other that stunned Malcom whom launched into action but over-played Malcom who couldn't follow the taller, longer and perhaps more agile out of the brothers'.
Break through which Joe gave his brother a chest-pass that was caught to Link who was in rhythm who gathered his steps and launched a floater over Jackson who was late to recover as Malcom attempted to chase down but he was too short to provide proper defense.
LG (Link Green) Team v JBS (Jackson 'The Big Sun.') Team = 14 - 19
Regaining his energy; Link was able to physical overwhelm Malcom with his play leading to him scoring 3 times; the last being a jaw-dropper as he was able to do a steady two-hand Dunk!
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Yet; both of the brothers' had exhausted their energy. Joe's scoring explosion and passing with Link's defense from early and his athletic moves lead to them panting greatly.
'These guys are done! .... I have to do something." Notice this was a surprised Richard where the boy had noticed his teammate's lack of energy... If this was perhaps a cartoon; the Big-Man would know that a light-bulb would light up above his head before he shouted.
Changing the score but every possession; their respective defenders had fixed their mistakes and were beginning to tired them out.
"YO! WANNA MAKE A BET?!" Asking in the form of a shout that made the others' confused; Jackson pondered where he looked and sighed at the weird question. He just wanted to play ball yet it was being interrupted. Speaking directly to Richard where he asked.
"What kind of bet, Ink?" Sneering and smirking where he was really confident that his team could win. Malcom who was pissed off upon being scored on so many times looked intensely as his eyes locked on Richard.
Lastly; Ralph simply looked over his yet his shoulder. Both throat and mouth becoming so dry that he couldn't speak without it itching where he just quietly paid attention.
Joe and Link were both confused; why would their Big-Man ask something like that.
"Y'all playing like trash all of sudden. Properly gonna be get done by the comeback kids." Smiling to himself with closed-eyes at his comments and little-bit of trash. "Oooooh - You bitch." Speaking where a grin appeared only to turn into a snarl as Jackson came up and pushed his forehead against his opponent's own. The two Big-Man may've know each-other extremely yet the trash-talk was boiling each-other as veins formed on their foreheads.
Speaking ill to each-other which Malcom and Link came over as well; the fair-skinned youth came up to Jackson's side. Hearing the conversation with his keen-ears as he was also angry - Link kept abnormally quiet.
Ralph and Joe were next as they looked at each-other which they turned to the conversation as Jackson backed away to look Richard right in his eyes.
"Oh? Can't take the talk, 'Big Sun?'" Snorting aloud where Jackson's arms bulged and his fingers dug into arms as he crossed his arms moments earlier.
Panting like the dog that he was trying to be; Ralph spoke up as he was interested in bets. Being a gambler at heart where he smile to himself and asked.
"What is it? What bet?" Awaiting the response that made Richard chuckle; the teenagers being Ralph, Link and Jackson looked at him curiously whilst the youths being Malcom and Joe were a bit more impatient with their minds and hearts desiring to play.
"Well... I want somethings... Alot of things from y'all if we win... Cause we're kicking your asses... How bout it, Boys?" Speaking as eyes widen... What was 'somethings?' The opposite team looked at each-other which Jackson stepped and spoke.
"What if we win?" The others' looked at Jackson who didn't whispered and simple spoke up. "We ain't loss. Let's just take this guys' money or whatever." Malcom's smile grinned as he saw that Jackson was smiling again which meant that he was ready and willing to play.
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Ralph on the other hand was wide-eyed and screamed right at Richard. "IF WE WIN; GIVE US YOUR MONEY!" Shouting at the taller male whom raised a brow... He smiled and said aloud.
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"Well... If you win... I'll give you my bag, my basketball, my wallet if it's there... and my phone." Ralph motioned for where the muscular youth raised a hand to stop any further words.
"... Listen up. My backpack and ball aren't worthy too much... Combined; it's around 115$ dollars... But my wallet has around 60$ dollars saved up that y'all could spilt... And... If you guys want to resell my phone though... It's a solid 1.1K. It's brand-new as well... In total; If you guys win... You can get around... 1275$ Dollars American to Split." As he finished; the other team was pumped!
They felt even more confident than ever! Putting a hand forward - He moved to shake the hands of each member of the opposing team who shook it swiftly. As soon as Richard's hands met Jackson; they squeezed tightly and smiled at one and another.
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Before they released their grips - He spoke aloud.
"... But I'm not losing to y'all." As they walked over to their squads; they could hear Jackson's teammates exclaim aloud "I'M GETTIN' A NEW BALL!/MONEY! MONEY! MONEY! MONEEEEY~!"
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Jackson looked hard at Richard who was still smiling. He said to him. "... That was a stupid idea." Walking past only to bump shoulders making the boy chuckle to himself.
Turn around to pick up the ball and hand to Joe... Whom weakly grabbed it.
Richard saw this odd reaction where he twisted his head up to see the brother's faces. Both of them slack-jawed and wide, saucer-like eyes. "YO, WHY DID YOU BET ALL OF YOUR STUFF?!/DUDE; YOU GOT PRESSURE ON ME AND SHIT!" Link was angry by this action as he couldn't play defense because of his energy where Joe was very nervous as he was play Guard which meant that if he messed up first... He'd make the team loss.
Confidently shut them up by saying. "Just pass me the ball and I'll take care of the rest." Watching him head-over to his spot making them look at each-other.
They lose possession... They'd lose.
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A nervous sigh came from Joe who was pat on the back by his bro who could only huff and smile. "I'll try my best, bro... I'll try." Looking down at his feet where he head over to the Guard's position where Link slowly walked over to where the Forwards' were located.
Checking the ball and possession began; Joe was found Ralph to be all-over as he was being pushed back! His drives and dribbles weren't going anywhere and any-fakes done didn't affect Ralph who was playing tight and focused.
The inspiration of money was huge and he was playing big where he was able to poke the ball now leading to Joe resetting - His eyes looked over to Link whom was being played equally tight as he had no-room to move where all routes to receive a pass was cut-off by Malcom fronting him.
Thinking back for a moment as he heard Richard's face attached to his confident voice and smile. '"Just pass me the ball and I'll take care of the rest." ... Well... It's all your things, Richard.' Faking one way to fling the basketball to the other-side of the court.
Where it landed into the extended hands of Richard whose stance lowered as Jackson played up; his face wasn't smiles but snarls where they crashed only for the shorter Big-Man to drive towards the basket! Disregarding the body of Jackson hugging his left-side as thee two entered the interior; feet came down where their bodies lifted off the ground because of their strong legs. As the Asian lifted off the ground to block the shot with an outstretched hand where his palm struck the wrist of Richard.
'Fine. I'll put your ass on the ground!' Pushing with all of his might where he attempted to knock down Richard... Yet it felt like he was anchored in the air! His body was strong and wasn't moved by the pushing force which the shorter Big-Man's jump was natural better where despite them jumping at the same-time; Jackson was on the decline whilst the offensive player was still rising!
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Unable to match his opponent's air space and strength; Jackson found the ball to be punched into the hoop with rim-rocking might. Hanging on the rim where his right-hand was clenched to look down at Jackson whom came down and looked up where they stared.
Shocked by that as Jackson looked up and moved his hands to his head where Richard smiled where he realized his grip to land on the ground; landing softly to stand to his full-height only to say.
"I'm gonna win." Stating the idea as if it was fact which Jackson didn't have anything to say after that.
LG (Link Green) Team v JBS (Jackson 'The Big Sun.') Team = 17 - 19
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Jackson was stunned! After that dunk, a spark of energy and drive to score was awakened in the Big-Man whom displayed a style of play that Jackson knew his graduated teammates knew more about but he saw the highlights and film.
'He's 2000s-styled! Damn it!' Big-Man who weren't as versatile as the modern Big-Man of today - Similar in kind to the great Power-Forwards whom played in that time and in their prime.
Play in the Post where he used his speed, explosiveness, strength, stamina and leaping ability to overwhelm everyone! Double-Teams did nothing and Triple-Teams did nothing as well!
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The Next Possession? Faking to the base-line with his shoulder only to flick a hook-shot which was cradled beforehand to avoid a steal-attempt from Malcom who ran inside that he looked up in shock as the two big-players leaped upward. The post shot went right over the taller defender's head and much-high outstretched arm that banked to go inside of the hoop. Jackson's smile vanished.
The Following? An alley-oop poster in a similar manner to Jackson's poster on Richard early in the game but it was much stronger with Jackson being flung backwards after his failed block-attempt where he watched from his falling position with Richard hanging on the rim with one-arm where he was sent rolling backwards clearly where he crawled up on his knees to look at Richard who was smiling. Jackson's expression went flat.
Next? A high-post fade shot over Jackson and Ralph after a reset which was a hard-foul if Richard called it where Ralph's hand slammed into his torso whilst Jackson's hand pushed his supporting arm off-center. Smashing onto his back yet he ignored the pain and waved off the foul as 'Good Defense.' The comment made Jackson snarl angrily and smack his hands on the ground.
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The next possession?
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It was amazing... Why was it so good?
How did it happen you may ask?
Get ready.
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Exhausted - Ralph held the ball before he would bounce the ball to check as he looked at Malcom whom was leaning on Link instead of being physical before he looked over to Jackson who was breathing through his mouth.
'Big-Man's tired?! Fucking monster! ... Ink... You've earned my respect.' Thinking with a somber though... Ralph held the ball up and gave it to Joe. Readied on defense where the defender was playing weak - Intended on switch to help with a double-team leaving for the chubby player to run towards the basket! 'WHAT?!' Shocked where he fixed his feet and ran after his foe who was ahead but he wasn't able to make it all the way.
Suddenly - Link's leg powered onward and he ran around Malcom who had gotten lazy where he tiredly attempted to catch up but he only failed! Joe noticing his brother threw him a bounce-pass in momentum how gathered both of his feet and tried to dunk with a one-hander!
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Screaming out as he was almost there where his hand was on the decline!
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A shadow formed where Link watched as the ball was smashed right off the backboard by Jackson! His face riddled with anger as he outjumped and stretched where he had enough power in his full-stretched arm to knock the ball out of Link who was knocked to the ground from being off-balance. Joe instinctively came over to prevent his brother from landing wrong on the concrete only for them to fall out of bounds!
The three were pumped up where the ball was sent flying towards center-court! IT WAS A RESET! They had more than enough energy to win and that monster; Richard couldn't defend them all at once!
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'MONSTER-GUY!/INK!/... Animal has the ball now.' The three watched as the flying ball was snatched out of the air which Richard screamed aloud. "I DON'T LOSEEEE!" Roaring as he dribbled the ball one time where he mouth unconsciously opened and his tongue was lack and loose as it flailed and waggled. The oldest member on the court's eyes widen as he thought to himself. 'THE JORDAN?!' That look and expression... He was gonna kill someone or die trying to make this next shot as he bounced the ball another before he begun to gather.
Dashing to hoop as his explosives kicked in; his body lowered as one leg shot forward... His launching foot slammed down where the focused Big-Man completely cracked and ruptured the out-sole of his left sneaker where he leapt... or floated? 'Whoa./Jesus.' The brothers' crawled to their feet as these siblings had front-row seats to this moment where this nigh-super human youth jumped up.
His dominant-hand clenched the ball and lifted it above his head. Malcom on his left, Ralph on his right - Jackson squatted down where the others jumped upward!
Their hands outstretched to foul/knock this beast to the ground, their minds blank as they couldn't properly think as their focus was completely on stopping Richard.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" Screaming at the top of his lungs which the ball founded itself being clenched by two-hands that squeezed tightly. Opened-mouthed, tongue-wagging and a face that screamed anger and passion.
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*Bang!* His arms came down where Jackson's and Ralph's hands whilst Malcom's arms struck against Richard's torso... All of it was plowed aside - forward momentum pushed him forward as the stationary squad was sent hurtling backwards in mid-air. Those muscular arms flexing and brought down a monstrous two-hand that was so powerful it sounded like a gun-shot!
Crashing down; Malcom looked as if he throw around like he was nothing - he rolled around a couple times with squeaks and cartoonish-like sounds escape him. Ralph came down on his feet but his ankle couldn't keep him straight up where he tumbled onto his side. Gasping slightly in pain from landing wrong but also having been knocked around in such a manner.
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Jackson landed on his feet but his back smashed into the pole support the hoop causing him to audible grunt in paint before he slid down. Trying to breath as the air in himself where he was sat down. Richard hanging off the rim with a biggest smile on his face where Link and Joe had tears of joy which ran from their faces!
Coming down as the three were smile and cheering with them for themselves - Link jumped onto Richard whom supported him with his shoulders as he sat on them where Joe was scooped and swung around by Richard as the three were incredibly happy after such an intense game!
LG (Link Green) Team v JBS (Jackson 'The Big Sun.') Team = 21 - 19 = Game Set
The boys looked at their opponents before looked at one and another. They might have just met today but... they had a feeling for what they were gonna say. Putting their hands forward only to clench and shift them downward before extend their thumbs-downward.
Their opponent's widen as realization came in mind. Richard, Link & Joe all screamed out in unison.
"GAME!"
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