Champion Creed
Chapter 489 - 489 182 He can now guzzle the blood of his enemies!

489: 182: He can now guzzle the blood of his enemies!

(Requesting monthly tickets!)_3 489: 182: He can now guzzle the blood of his enemies!

(Requesting monthly tickets!)_3 So by the second half of Game 4, half the Bulls team was suffering from stomach cramps, which greatly affected Jordan’s performance.

If Jordan was Superman, then GatorLode was his kryptonite.

Because of this low-level mistake, the Bulls let the Jazz steal another game.

If it hadn’t been for this nonsensical mistake and the “Flu Game” that made things perceptually tough, the ’97 season should have been easy for the Bulls against the Jazz.

Unfortunately, the Jazz Team’s luck would not appear.

The Magic Team did not have staff confused about which drinks to give the players, and Roger avoided food poisoning.

Even though the Jazz had added Mutombo, Roger felt he wouldn’t change anything.

The Magic wouldn’t give Jazz any chances!

Not even a single extra chance!

All the fans in Salt Lake City were nervous.

They knew the odds were against their team, but they were still hoping for one last miracle.

However, they quickly realized that tonight was not even a contest.

Because before the game even started, Roger had turned it into a celebration.

Before the game began, Roger had two onsite staff move the giant O’Brien Trophy-shaped glass container next to the Magic’s bench.

Then, as the Magic players and coaching staff came out of the tunnel, each held a bottle of Roger’s brand of red wine.

As each one stepped onto the court, they poured their bottle into the glass container.

Shaq was no exception.

Normally, Shaq, who had fallen out with Roger, wouldn’t likely help him promote his wine brand.

In fact, none of the Magic Team really needed to do this.

But each one of them willingly, even excitedly, poured their wine into it.

This unique entrance caught everyone’s attention, and nearly every journalist pointed their cameras toward the O’Brien Trophy filled with red wine.

When Roger was the last to come out and also poured his wine into the giant glass container, Sager approached him.

“Roger, I think fans around the world are curious.

Is this to celebrate winning the championship by decanting early?”

“Yes, but it’s also a ritual,” Roger glanced at the blood-red wine behind him, “In the playoffs, after each victory over an opponent, I bring a case of wine into the locker room.

Today, we just happened to have collected four cases.

My wine is called Champion’s Blood.

When we’ve gathered the blood of our enemies, that’s when the Dynasty Feast begins!”

Sager thought, Roger was definitely a marketing genius.

He first made a name for his wine by gifting it to George Karl, and then pulled off this stunt during the finals.

What’s the ultimate marketing strategy?

It’s storytelling.

If you’re selling cars, you can’t just talk about performance, materials, or safety in the commercials.

You need to make a short film showing a heartwarming scene of you driving your family out for a weekend getaway.

Even though you might not even have weekends, and the ad has little to do with the car itself, such a heartwarming ad creates the illusion that “buying it will make my life this happy.”

Even in the tackiest places, people understand to market themselves by telling stories: debts, family illness, younger siblings in school, inexperienced and desperate, raising children without income, a path with no return.

Roger also told a story, a story about the blood of enemies and the Dynasty Feast.

It was a successful story, no wonder all the Magic players were willing to cooperate with Roger.

After all, who doesn’t want to experience the thrill of collecting the blood of their adversaries and then drinking it all up?

Of course, what Roger didn’t tell Sager was that he was willing to share 50% of the first three years of sales from his drink brand with his Magic teammates.

Roger created a perfect celebration opening, but there was one single risk: “Roger, are you sure it’s a good idea to infuriate the Jazz players and fans on their home ground?”

Undoubtedly, Roger’s actions angered everyone present.

Although the overall score was 3-1, the outcome of this game was still unknown.

Others pop champagne at halftime, but Roger, he had already decanted before the game even started.

Facing Sager’s inquiry, Roger sneered contemptuously, “When they start resorting to poisoning to deal with me, do you think they still have a chance to win?

Please, even their own fans have lost confidence in them!

I’m not afraid to anger them because it doesn’t matter if they get mad, what do you expect Karl Malone, a fake tough guy, to do to me?”

Soon, Roger felt the consequences of his actions.

When both teams gathered at center court before the start, Karl Malone’s eyes looked like they were about to burst: “No one can humiliate us on our own court!

You’ll regret this!”

“Humiliation?

Missing two key free throws now, that’s real humiliation for Salt Lake City fans.

If you could do anything, your team wouldn’t be down 1-3.

If you could do anything, MVP wouldn’t be mine.

Face it, before the finals even started, you were destined to be a loser.

Karl, you’re different from the others, don’t waste your time in the finals.”

“Bastard!”

“Is that the only word you know?

Let me teach you a curse word: ‘copper soft egg.’

“Fuck, I’m going to kill you!

Luck won’t strike twice!”

“See, now that’s an effective way to curse.”