Champion Creed
Chapter 538 - 538 195 That guy looks genteel asking for monthly tickets!_2

538: 195: That guy looks genteel (asking for monthly tickets!)_2 538: 195: That guy looks genteel (asking for monthly tickets!)_2 Entering a trap set by Grant, Yelling Maestro, and Sabonis was no different from stepping into a minefield—both situations had explosive results.

Pippen immediately passed the ball in the crowd, trying to find Alan Henderson who was cutting in from the other side.

However, before the ball could be passed, Pippen was knocked over by the collision of Grant and the Yelling Maestro.

Finally, Pippen’s pass went astray and flew out of bounds.

“How are we supposed to offense with this kind of physical play!?” Lenny Wilkens began to yell.

The Yelling Maestro immediately shouted back, “Shut up, old man.

It was that idiot who ran into us; we didn’t do a thing.”

Normally, players wouldn’t verbally attack the opposing coach, with exceptions like Roger and Riley who had personal feuds.

But the Trail Blazers’ players were aggressive toward everyone, regardless of whether Lenny Wilkens was a Hall of Famer; they showed no respect.

The game continued, and the Trail Blazers got the ball to the Yelling Maestro.

The moment he received the ball, he turned and shot with a straight arm, completely out of Alan Henderson’s reach at 206 centimeters.

Fortunately, perhaps because the game had just started and his hands weren’t warm yet, the Yelling Maestro’s shot didn’t go in.

Isaiah Rider, annoyed, slapped his hands together, “Roger, you mongrel, you’re just lucky, but we won’t keep missing.”

“Since when does trash like you, who drugs girls, deserve to talk to me?”

Roger hit back with one of Rider’s past offenses—he had been arrested last May for allegedly drugging a girl in a hotel.

Later, it was unclear whether money had been used to influence the case, but the testimony of the victim became contradictory, and the charges were dropped.

Rider was angered by Roger’s comment, “You’re defaming me maliciously!”

“You’re stinkier than shit in a toilet; is defamation really needed?”

“Damn, didn’t Clifford tell you to keep a low profile in Portland!?”

After saying that, Rider stuck close to Roger, who had run to the three-point line, and continued to harass him with small moves.

Roger was still trying to shake off Isaiah Rider’s defense, but Stevie Smith had already taken a shot from the top of the three-point arc.

He had just received Pippen’s pass from a drive, indeed an opportunity.

But his shot also missed, bouncing off the rim.

Rider was just feeling relieved that his defense prevented Roger from getting the ball, but then Roger suddenly pushed him away and darted into the paint to leap high and grab the rebound.

It was a long rebound, so neither of the four big men from both teams could get it, which allowed Roger to take advantage.

Seeing Roger with the ball, Rasheed Wallace immediately closed in on him.

Roger, with his back to the Yelling Maestro, jumped straight from under the basket, turned in the air, and forcefully scored amid the resistance!

That play was a fusion of elegance and roughness, Roger could jump and turn in place and still score securely amidst the opposition.

He was sending a message: “I’m not afraid of the Trail Blazers’ defense!”

After the basket, Roger glanced at Rider and then shook his head with a smile.

It was a wordless taunt.

“Damn, why didn’t you just foul him?” An angry Rider shifted his anger onto the Yelling Maestro.

“Foul?

Do you think everyone is Shaquille O’Neal?

It was you who didn’t stop him, yet now you’re criticizing me,” Rasheed Wallace yelled back even more furiously.

So much for the harmonious and loving Portland Jail Blazers; the players on this team would constantly scream and shout at each other.

Rider, unable to take it any longer, tried to post up Roger using his solid body on the next play.

Weighing in at 98 kilograms, with beautifully defined muscles, Rider always had an advantage in this aspect.

However, Roger didn’t fall short in the physical confrontation, effortlessly holding his ground against Rider.

The moment Rider turned around, Roger swiftly stripped the ball away from him.

Now, when defending players of this level, Roger hardly ever made mistakes.

Seeing Rider’s turnover, the Trail Blazers immediately fell back on defense, forming a small encirclement in front of Roger, who was advancing with the ball through the middle, to slow down his counterattack.

Roger dribbled to a stop just beyond the three-point line to take a look around, but finding no good passing opportunities, he accelerated once again, preparing to drive straight for the basket!

Rider laughed behind him, knowing that in the Rose Garden, this was the worst offensive choice!

No one could easily score in the paint under the Trail Blazers’ tough rim protection!

Moreover, the Trail Blazers wouldn’t let Roger off the hook today.

For this group of players, watching a star struggle and tumble in the Rose Garden was their ultimate delight!

Roger jumped into the paint, dodging the fierce attempts at stopping him by Brian Grant and Kenny Anderson with a sleek underhand move in midair.

But avoiding them wasn’t the end of it.

Roger then collided midair with Rasheed Wallace.

Having just performed an underhand move, Roger’s center of gravity was already compromised.

Now, slamming into the Yelling Maestro, he completely lost balance and plunged face-first towards the floor.

Isaiah Rider felt smug, See, this is the consequence of challenging us.

But after completely losing his balance, Roger, with a light flick of his fingers, miraculously banked the ball into the net!

Two consecutive possessions, Roger scored in the paint.

The Portland Trail Blazers’ imposing and feared defense seemed ineffective against Roger.

After hitting the ground and scrambling back up, Roger dusted off his shoulder, “Even God can’t take away the victory, huh?

Stray dogs love to bully the weak and fear the strong, you guys have perfectly illustrated that point.”

4 to 0, Roger scored and brazenly taunted the entire Trail Blazers team.

The previously invincible Portland defense seemed not so daunting in front of Roger.

Unlike other players who faltered at the sight of the Trail Blazers, Roger continued to score over these vicious Jail Blazers!

Roger’s loud roar left Rider and the rest of the Trail Blazers players extremely dissatisfied.

The Yelling Maestro grumbled as he picked up the basketball, “Didn’t Clifford tell him to keep it down around here?”

“That bastard is mocking us!” Rider also said angrily.

“Guys, we need to be nastier, tougher, more unscrupulous!

That guy has to understand, acting like this in the Rose Garden will cost him!” Kenny Anderson chimed in.

Rasheed Wallace glanced at the Hawks lineup.

Stevie Smith was a famous Mr.

Nice Guy, Alan Henderson wasn’t the belligerent type, Pippen was all bark with no bite, pretending to be fierce but actually not very strong.

Kurt Thomas, Ben Wallace, and Eric Snow were too small in frame, Bruce Bowen?

That guy looked like a gentleman.

The other benchwarmers were even less combative.

Roger had no backup!

Most stars have an enforcer by their side, but Roger had none.

This wasn’t like with the Magic, where so many would stand up for him.

So, the Trail Blazers could boldly do whatever they wanted to Roger!

The Yelling Maestro nodded, “You’re right, brother, you’re right, we have to make him understand that.

Come on, let’s do what we do best, hit him harder.

He’s finished, no one can protect him, and no one can respond to us!

He’s going to be buried here!”

The jailhouse big shots of the Trail Blazers, as it turns out, were actually quite naive.