Champion Creed
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435: 167: You Will Have Nothing (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)_2 435: 167: You Will Have Nothing (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)_2 But this year, with the addition of Mutombo, everyone knew that the Jazz had reached the peak of their strength in history, and Malone had the opportunity to bridge this huge gap.

If they could break the 60-win barrier, then the old farmer who had been toiling in Salt Lake City might get a taste of the MVP glory.

As one of the strongest frontcourt players of the 90s, even a humble farmer like him deserved some shiny decorations, right?

Karl Malone was full of desire for this, so he wouldn’t easily let go of any chance to win a game.

Anyone who stood in his way, he’d beat them.

If all else failed, an elbow would send them to dreamland.

This Utah Jazz team was known for more than their UCLA 1-4 high post offense; they were infamous for doing whatever it took to win.

Just Karl Malone’s malicious elbowing could fill a four-minute highlight reel.

In terms of the length of action highlight reels, only the GOAT’s fadeaway jumpers and breakthrough steps could surpass Malone’s elbows.

Yes, Stockton and Karl Malone were like two farmers living in a remote area.

But nowadays, many farmers are not so innocent.

After succeeding in evening the score, Karl Malone smiled at Roger, “Don’t be scared, kid.

It will all be over before you even know it.”

This was not just trash talk, it seemed more like a threat.

Before, Karl Malone and Roger hadn’t interacted much.

Although they had played several regular season games, their relationship had not been so hostile, so they barely spoke and were like strangers.

Thus, Karl Malone had no idea how foolish it was to trash-talk Roger.

“Oh, is that what you say to your little girl in bed too?

‘Don’t be scared?’ Get lost, Karl, I feel sick even talking to a bastard like you.”

Roger would unhesitatingly use the crudest words to rip open your deepest wounds.

The whole league knew about Malone’s affair with that girl, but few used it to attack him.

After all, it was a matter of great shame.

But for Roger, there was nothing too shameful to speak about.

You did the dirty deeds; why should I feel ashamed to speak of them?

Stop pretending to be civilized.

Sure enough, Karl Malone’s face twitched twice; people often don’t feel shame while engaged in dirty deeds, but once exposed, they feel utterly disgraced.

The Delta Center arena began to fill with the smell of gunpowder, Karl Malone swore to make Roger crawl out of there in disgrace!

The subsequent game saw both players putting in their all, showing MVP-level impact.

Karl Malone’s rebounding allowed the Jazz many second-chance points, while Roger’s defense completely shut down Jazz’s secondary scorer, Hornacek.

Commentator Steve Jones exclaimed, “The lethal 3-point shooter can’t pull the trigger tonight!”

Being shut out wasn’t what hurt Hornacek the most; what pained him was that every time Roger blocked him, his beloved daughter Abby would show a pure, innocent, adorable smile and clap for Roger!

On the offensive end, both Karl Malone and Roger had impressive performances.

Malone’s mid-range shots and forceful drives were unstoppable, and Roger’s offense never slacked.

The game was tense, with the lead switching back and forth, never widening by much.

Although the outcome was yet undecided, the tense situation was already dissatisfying for the Jazz fans.

Especially since on paper, the Jazz visibly appeared stronger.

Especially on defense, Karl Malone and Mutombo’s inside pair seemed like they should be able to block every single basket from the Magic.

But basketball isn’t a game played on paper.

In practice, it didn’t work out that way.

Mutombo was tall, but he lacked offensive capabilities, so on the offensive end, facing the Magic’s weak inside, he indeed didn’t take much advantage.

And on defense, because Mutombo was there, the Magic indeed found it very difficult to score in the paint.

But the Magic was also shooting exceptionally well from the outside, so Mutombo’s defensive impact was somewhat reduced.

The Utah Jazz wasn’t comfortably leading, and the Orlando Magic didn’t collapse simply because they lacked Shaq.

This promised to be a long night.

As the game grew more intense, conflicts between the players slowly increased.

Harper was shouting at Stockton’s face in the second quarter, nearly starting a brawl.

“Damn, that bastard is dirtier than this stadium’s toilets!

Can’t you guys do something about it!?”

In the third quarter, Karl Malone even got into a face-to-face shouting match with the Magic head coach, Brian Hill.

After grabbing an offensive rebound, Karl Malone delivered a fierce elbow to Michael Cage’s face, knocking him down.

Capitalizing on this, Karl Malone scored with a slam.

Seeing Michael Cage not getting up, Brian Hill called a timeout, and then erupted at the referee, “This is a basketball game, not a goddamn MMA fight!

That damn trash, he’s elbowed my player at least 10 times!”

Hearing himself being called “damn trash,” Karl Malone was displeased.

He walked over to the Magic bench and got right up in Brian Hill’s face, “Shut up you incompetent fool.

Ever wonder why you’ve never been the coach of the year?

Because the league knows even a dog could do your job as Magic’s coach and they can’t give the award to a dog!”

Although Brian Hill was not popular in the locker room, there’s still an unspoken rule: insults from within are fine but not from outsiders.