WHOOSH!
The 250-pound mercenary lunged violently across the floor toward the left wing, his heavy shoulder aimed directly at Kira Thorne’s vulnerable left knee.
"Kira, look out!" Coach Vivienne screamed frantically from the sideline, her hands flying to her mouth in pure terror.
"Break her leg!" Garrison roared from the perimeter, his face twisted into a manic, desperate sneer. "Take her out of the game!"
BZZZZT!
[Skill Activated: Wind Runner (Passive Speed Boost)]
Jaxon vanished.
In a fraction of a second, he accelerated laterally across the hardwood like a phantom. Before the giant mercenary could make contact with Kira, Jaxon intercepted his path like an impenetrable concrete wall, driving his rock-solid shoulder straight into the giant’s chest.
BAM!
The violent physical impact echoed through the high rafters like a gunshot. The 250-pound mercenary was sent crashing hard onto the hardwood floor right in front of the stunned varsity bench.
THUD!
"Aaargh!" the giant groaned, clutching his ribs as he tumbled across the wood.
TWEET!
The referee—discreetly bought out earlier by Jaxon’s infinite credit sports agency—blew his whistle with furious authority, pointing a sharp finger straight at Garrison’s bench.
"Flagrant 2 Ejection Foul!" the official barked. "Intentional physical endangerment! Defender number four is ejected from the floor! Two penalty points to Jaxon’s team, plus two free throws and continued ball possession!"
Garrison’s face turned purple as he charged the official, veins bulging on his neck. "Are you fucking blind, ref?! Penalty points on a foul?! What kind of corrupt bullshit is this?!"
"Shut your mouth before I forfeit your entire squad right now, Vance!" the official snapped back without missing a beat, stepping right into Garrison’s face.
BZZZZT!
[Scoreboard Updated: 3 - 0 ? 5 - 0 (Flagrant 2 Penalty Points Awarded!)]
"What?!" a spectator in the front row gasped. "The ref gave him two points directly on the board?!"
Jaxon didn’t even glance at the shouting official or the groaning mercenary on the floor. He casually stepped up to the charity stripe, spinning the heavy leather ball in his hands, completely cool and unbothered.
"Watch closely, Garrison," Jaxon murmured, his deep voice carrying across the quiet court. "This is how your story ends."
SWISH!
SWISH!
[Scoreboard Updated: 5 - 0 ? 7 - 0 (Free Throws Converted!)]
Garrison’s legendary redemption arc, Jaxon thought, a dark, amused smirk touching his lips as he reset at the top of the key with ball possession.
In his original manuscript notes, he had scripted this exact match to be Garrison’s grand campus redemption arc, where the arrogant heir proved his athletic superiority over the extra background characters.
How hilarious, Jaxon thought, completely relaxed with heavy, dark "Alpha" authority. I wrote you to win this game, Garrison. But my money bought the ref, my system owns the stats, and your entire arc is getting pulverized into dust.
"Stop him!" Garrison screamed frantically, his eyes bloodshot with raw desperation. "Double-team him now! Don’t let him shoot!"
"I’ve got him!" the remaining 6’9" heavyweight grunted, stepping up aggressively to guard the perimeter.
Jaxon executed a filthy, ankle-breaking crossover that sent Garrison sliding awkwardly onto his hip.
CLACK-STEP!
"Whoa!" the crowd cheered as Garrison hit the floor.
Jaxon drove the lane effortlessly, gliding past the recovering heavyweight, and floated a slick 1-point layup inside the arc.
SWISH!
[Scoreboard Updated: 7 - 0 ? 8 - 0!]
"He’s driving again! Block the paint!" the remaining heavyweight roared, collapsing back toward the key alongside Garrison.
"Collapse on him!" Garrison yelled, lunging forward with flailing arms.
Jaxon drew both heavy defenders deep into the paint. Tapping into Kira’s shared passing reflexes, he whipped a sharp, blind pass straight out to the left perimeter without even turning his head.
FIP!
"Kira!" Roxie called out from the right wing baseline.
Kira Thorne caught the ball cleanly on the wing.
Her long, statuesque legs locked firmly on the hardwood, her exceptionally voluptuous chest heaving heavily against her white compression top. Her unapproachable "Ice Queen" mask completely melted into wide-eyed awe as she realized Jaxon had just put his own body on the line to shield her injured knee from the dirty play.
"Got it, Jax," Kira whispered, her dark amber eyes flashing with sharp, unyielding focus.
She set her feet firmly on her good leg and released a high-arc jumper.
SWOOSH!
[Scoreboard Updated: 8 - 0 ? 10 - 0 (2-Point Perimeter Dagger! Match Point!)]
"Yes!" Roxie shouted, smirking with possessive pride on the wing baseline, her tight sports bodysuit contouring her hourglass silhouette as she raised her fist in triumph.
The entire arena fell into a breathless, stunned silence. The bleachers were completely frozen.
Garrison stumbled backward, breathing heavily, his hands trembling and his face pale with absolute horror. "No... no... this isn’t real... you’re just a fucking equipment manager..."
Jaxon calmly collected the ball at the top of the key, stepping into his shooting pocket completely unbothered.
"Your time is up, Garrison," Jaxon said smoothly. "Get off my court."
Jaxon rose effortlessly into the air, releasing an uncontested mid-range jumper with picture-perfect form.
SWOOSH!
The heavy leather ball tore clean through the net, sealing the legendary shutout.
BZZZZT!
[FINAL SCORE: 11 - 0 (100% CORE DOMINANCE ACHIEVED!)]
[Quest Completed: Win Scrimmage with 100% Core Dominance!]
[Rewards Applied: Permanent Unlock of Kira’s Elite Passing + $10,000,000 Cash Deposited!]
Before Jaxon could even step off the hardwood floor, his field of vision was violently overridden by a blinding crimson system notification box.
[Target Kira Thorne Affection: 65% ? 85%!]
[Extreme Physical Gratitude & Total Submission Detected!]
[FORCED R-18 SYNERGY MILESTONE OPEN!]