Champion Creed
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159: 085: Public Enemy of the East (Requesting Monthly Votes!) 159: 085: Public Enemy of the East (Requesting Monthly Votes!) The Magic Team had beaten the Bulls for the third time this season, boosting the morale of the entire team.

Under Roger’s leadership, the Anti-Jordan League was getting closer to their goal.

Jordan’s reputation started to change; his comeback was no longer seen as great and pure.

Now, many people were calling him “a vampire forcing the team to trade potential for his presence.”

This episode made Roger feel as if he had seen something similar on another GOAT before.

Nike’s influence in the media was still strong, but with the Bulls losing to the Magic three times in a row, they couldn’t just rely on media power to turn the tide.

Jordan was finally pushed into a corner.

In this pleasant atmosphere, the Magic’s season continued.

Next, Roger was set to take on another “old friend” — the New York Knicks.

Roger couldn’t wait to mess up Pat Riley’s perfect hairdo.

Feeling good after beating the Bulls and going to New York, O’Neal announced on the plane that he would treat everyone to the Saint Laurent spring show in New York.

“Could you bumpkins learn some high-class fashion?

We’re all millionaires here.

I’m talking to you Horace, you’ve been wearing the same tracksuit all season, and being your teammate makes me feel like I’m dropping a class!”

“Shaq, I’ve changed; it’s just that all the tracksuits at my house are the same,” Grant said with a laugh, showing off the two plane meals on his little tray.

It’s good to enjoy a plane meal without worrying about others’ opinions.

Clearly, not everyone was interested in the fashion show.

What’s the fun in watching models?

You rush back to the hotel and still end up depending on room service.

In that case, why not just order room service directly?

Seeing no one else wanted to go, Shaq turned to Roger: “You can’t possibly leave your poor baby shark behind, right?”

Roger coldly glanced at Shaq: “Money down, Ferrari rims.

Three days and then another three days, how many ‘three days’ have passed already?”

“Damn, I thought our relationship had long transcended money, you bloody realist!”

“Shaq, our relationship goes beyond money, otherwise I’d also have you pay for depreciation,” Roger replied.

“F*ck off, the moment I get off this plane, I’m having Pat trade you for Reign Man Kemp.

I have a better eye than that old man Michael!”

“Suit yourself, Shaq, if it weren’t for me, you’d still be pinned down by the Admiral,” Roger shot back.

No one cared about Shaq and Roger’s argument because everyone knew they were just joking around.

Just like how O’Neal had to outdo Roger in terms of Ferrari lengths, their argumentative banter also had to have a clear winner; everyone was used to it.

Sure enough, after getting off the plane, O’Neal hugged Roger: “I knew you’d come with me, you always talk big haha.”

That evening, Roger and O’Neal appeared at the fashion show.

With O’Neal hugging Roger and confidently speaking in front of the reporters: “Me and the Truth, we are the wave-makers of the fashion world, nothing like that boring gorilla in Madison Square Garden.

If we were in New York, you’d see us often at these high-end events, right Roger?”

“Absolutely, Shaq, in fact, we are both studying for a degree in fashion design at New York University.

As professional basketball players, we don’t have to spend all our free time at gambling tables,” Roger added.

O’Neal, patting Roger on the back, chuckled, “Nice, brother, you can really talk big.”

With that, they swaggered into the fashion show venue.

The New York reporters were speechless; Shaq and Roger, one teaming up with Ewing and the other with Jordan, were quite a pair.

Now, probably no one in the East didn’t want to punch them; they were surely the most hated duo in the entire East.

Regardless of how wild the stories Shaq and Roger spun to the reporters were, their actual purpose for attending the fashion show was predictably mundane: to check out the beauties.

As the show began, O’Neal pretended to take photos, while Roger didn’t bother to pretend, just folding his arms and watching.

After twenty minutes, Roger started to yawn, and O’Neal also started to complain: “Not many beauties at this Saint Laurent spring show, many top models didn’t show up.”

“You really owe me money this time, Shaq; we’re just wasting our time here.”

“I’m going to call room service when I get back.

You want anything?

It’s on me.”

“Forget it, I have no interest in junk food; I’d rather save all my energy for Pat Riley.”

Just when they were about to leave disappointed, a woman who seemed to have stepped out of a comic book twisted her sexy body and caught their attention.

Her breasts weren’t exaggeratedly large, but they were certainly not small, firm and perky.

Below that, her waistline tapered down nicely, and the most stunning aspect was how her curves expanded back out at her hips.

Roger had always thought such a perfect hourglass figure only existed in adult cartoons.

Not to mention her face, which was elegant yet seductive, exuding a high-class allure while being incredibly captivating.

“I bet $5000 I can get her phone number,” O’Neal put away his camera.

“I bet $10000 you can’t,” Roger countered.

“Ha, learn something, little bro.”

After the show, Roger and O’Neal were invited backstage to take photos with the models.

Among the models, the two naturally also focused on their target.

After the group photo, O’Neal directly approached the dazzling model: “Hey, we play for the Orlando Magic.

I’m Shaq, and this is Roger, nice to meet you.”