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The lights were hot, the room buzzing.

Reporters bombarded LaVonte with questions — "Was it personal?" "Did Ryan say something to provoke you?" "Was there trash talk involved?"

It wasn’t just the dominant performance that raised eyebrows — it was the tone of it.

LaVonte had always played with edge, sure. And if someone dared chirp at him, he’d respond the way stars do — maybe a chase-down block, maybe a poster dunk, but nothing beyond that. He’d keep it ...

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