Champion Creed-Chapter 542 - 196: Sorry, I can’t learn to bow (asking for monthly votes!)_4
Chapter 542: 196: Sorry, I can’t learn to bow (asking for monthly votes!)_4
Break in a different direction?
Ha, you never know which spot on the court that short, stocky guy, who looks like a football star, will send you flying with his incredible strength. Besides, you wouldn’t dare trouble him because his sculpted physique is clearly not to be messed with.
Even if you’re lucky enough to escape Bruce Bowen and Ben Wallace’s pursuit, Kurt Thomas won’t show any mercy; he’ll aggressively protect the rim!
Time after time, being knocked down, time after time watching the Hawks execute a counterattack, the point differential also gradually widened with each counterattack.
The physical and psychological pain made the Trail Blazers start to feel desperate, their confidence beginning to waver.
Their movements on defense even began to restrain because they knew well that if you dare mess with Roger, you’d quickly face even more brutal retaliation!
Under such defense, even Rasheed Wallace started frequently yelling at the referees. No, to be exact, he was pleading for help.
"Damn, keep a close eye on them!"
The referee was stunned; he couldn’t believe that Rasheed Wallace, the guy who consumes technical fouls for breakfast, the one who never respects referees, would actually say something like that.
And Rasheed Wallace was just a reflection of the Trail Blazers, the fiercest team in the NBA this season, now wailing and begging because of another team’s fierceness.
Watching the Trail Blazers players being brutally retaliated against, watching their movements become more restrained, Lenny Wilkens felt satisfied.
This is how my team should be!
Most of the Trail Blazers had calmed down, but Isaiah Rider still wouldn’t listen.
This stubborn guy, if he learned his lessons, wouldn’t have been caught so many times.
While most were restraining their defensive moves, Rider once again tried to block Roger’s jump shot with a rough body check.
Roger didn’t just throw the ball into the air and flamboyantly spread his arms in a ballet pose. Although his body was knocked askew in mid-air, he still stabilized his shot as much as possible and ultimately made the basket.
After that shot, the Trail Blazers were down by 13 points, and Roger was awarded a free throw.
As Roger walked to the free-throw line, he deliberately bumped Clyde with his shoulder, "Stray dog, weren’t you guys tough? How come you can’t handle it halfway through the game? Weren’t you supposed to make me bow down in the Rose Garden? I scored again, I can do this all night long!"
Bowen also approached Rider, "Please stop this behavior, you should apologize to Roger, it’s not good to continue like this."
"Fuck off, bastards!"
"Sorry, if you insist on behaving this way, then I’ll just have to make you kneel before Roger."
"Get lost! Can’t you understand!?"
The infuriated Isaiah Rider was on the verge of collapse, he couldn’t understand why on earth there had to be such a bandit-like team!
A bandit leader, accompanied by a bunch of goddamn bandit-like players!
These people were simply outrageous!
Yes, indeed outrageous.
On the sidelines, Clifford Robinson had only one thought in his mind, Roger’s words: "Have you ever considered that we might be even more outrageous than them?"
Thinking of this, Clifford Robinson shook his head. He felt he hadn’t transferred teams; he had transferred jails.
It turns out his colleagues on the Hawks were also aspiring young inmates with grand ambitions!
The game continued, with only 2 minutes left until the end of the second quarter, Lenny Wilkens prepared to substitute players.
Seeing the Hawks ready to substitute, the Trail Blazers felt as if they had grasped a ray of hope, like students unable to concentrate in class yearning for the bell to ring!
Finally, these tormenting bastards were going to rest!
They were finally no longer on tenterhooks!
Rider continued to handle the ball on offense, and there wasn’t much time left in the second quarter. He hoped to reduce the point difference to single digits before halftime.
Roger blocked Rider’s left hand, forcing him to breakthrough to the right. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Because there, Bowen was waiting for him.
"Come on, softie, of course, you can choose to pass, and just claim after the game that you’re a team player to shrug off all responsibility. Honestly, I think that suits a softie like you better.~"
Roger continued to taunt Rider, making sure he wouldn’t pass the ball.
The easily triggered Rider "took the advice", waved his hand to send away Rasheed Wallace, who was ready to set a screen, and then broke through to the left!
Bowen immediately stepped up to help on defense, and as Rider stopped abruptly to shoot a jump shot, he released the ball just as the clumsy Bowen, unable to stop in time, accidentally shoved his foot under Rider’s foot.
Rider landed, and because he stepped on Bowen’s foot, his ankle twisted. Agonizing pain spread throughout his body in an instant, causing him to fall to his knees, his head facing directly towards Roger.
This stubborn resister, who was beyond any help, eventually offered his knees to Roger.
Bowen had warned Rider, but Rider didn’t listen, what could be done?
Bruce Bowen could only awkwardly come up: "Oops, really sorry. But I warned you, if you insist on this, I can only make you kneel before Roger."
Rider eventually succumbed to Roger.
This time, it was Roger looking down upon Rider: "Sorry, I don’t know how to bow."
This not only settled Rider but also intimidated all the Trail Blazers players.
Portland fans gasped in disbelief.
This was the first time they saw a team that could embarrass the so-called prison bosses of the Trail Blazers like this.
After this "accident", Rider was substituted, and the Trail Blazers lost their chance to tie the score before the end of the half.
In the second half, the basketball was like a hot potato to the Trail Blazers players; whoever got it just wanted to pass it off quickly.
And with no one daring to disturb Roger after that, Roger’s offense left the Trail Blazers struggling to defend.
Thus, the second half saw a major collapse of the Trail Blazers, with the Hawks finally taking the game 104 to 81, breaking the Trail Blazers’ undefeated streak.
Post-game interviews presented a stark contrast in attitudes to those before the game.
I just wanted to help, didn’t expect an accident to happen; hopefully, Rider learns some manners in the hospital. — Bowen discussing the accident that injured Rider.
No one can mess with Roger’s mind; we’re just here to make that clear today. — Big Ben, after repeatedly knocking the Trail Blazers’ tough guys off their feet.
We just play hard; if the opponent is tough, we get tougher. No one should think they can bully us and then walk away swinging. — Lenny Wilkens subtly warning the entire league.
The Atlanta Hawks are the last team we want to play against, they’re just too terrifying! — Kenny Anderson shockingly exclaimed in front of the camera.
I’m not afraid of Ben Wallace, but he’s a dangerous man, so I stay away; is there a problem with that? — Rasheed Wallace when asked why he didn’t dare to take the ball in the fourth quarter.
Roger’s power, combined with the others’ "strength", has turned the Hawks into the most fearsome team in the league. No, they might be the most fearsome team in history. Trust me, never provoke them. — Trail Blazers coach Mike Dunleavy.
Who would have thought, the prison team could also become "good boys" one day.
The fear manufactured by Atlanta, beginning today, is officially spreading in the league.
(One update today, been staying up too late lately; need some rest this afternoon)
