Champion Creed
Chapter 749 - 749 255 He really can fart all over Shaq's face making him doubt his life ask for monthly tickets!_6

749: 255: He really can fart all over Shaq’s face, making him doubt his life (ask for monthly tickets!)_6 749: 255: He really can fart all over Shaq’s face, making him doubt his life (ask for monthly tickets!)_6 “Thud!”

The severe collision made the gigantic Shaquille O’Neal tumble backward, and Paul Pierce’s weight was no small matter, especially when he was gaining momentum.

But the force of the impact was mutual, and in the air, Pierce completely lost his balance, throwing the ball towards the basket haphazardly, without any accuracy at all.

What was more desperate was that, at the moment Pierce collided with Shaq, the referee’s whistle also sounded.

He was called for his sixth foul!

O’Neal fell, and Pierce just happened to sit on O’Neal’s chest.

Shaq, brimming with smugness, pushed Pierce away, “Goodbye, idiot!

Don’t hold it in, just let it go!”

After the intense confrontation, Pierce couldn’t take it anymore.

He had always thought he could endure 13 stabs and survive any difficulty.

He was wrong.

Enduring 13 stabs did not necessarily mean one could endure the urge to defecate while playing basketball.

Such things are unbearable once they reach the buttocks, even for gods.

Moreover, Pierce’s sphincter was already injured.

Pierce tried to stand up but halfway through, due to the discomfort of holding it in, he collapsed back down, this time right onto O’Neal’s head.

Shaq was furious, ready to throw Pierce off.

But the next second, everyone in the stadium heard the sound of firecrackers.

“Crackle!”

Shaq’s face felt a comforting warmth, but it was followed by an uncomfortable odor.

Everyone was stunned because Pierce’s white home shorts had turned a splotchy yellow.

He had defecated right in Shaq’s face.

A direct and harsh smack right to Shaq’s face.

Realizing something was amiss, Shaq quickly pushed Pierce away and wiped his face, looking at the horrifying color on his hand.

The expression on Shaquille O’Neal’s face was priceless.

This was the most bitter experience he had ever had on a basketball court.

“Damn!

What happened!?”

“Huh?

Did Paul Pierce crap in his shorts?

God, what’s going on!?”

“Shaq’s face has changed color!”

“Idiot, he’s just been stained!”

“Medic, medic!”

“Why call the medic?”

“Fuck, who the hell should I call then?”

No one on the court had ever seen such a scene before.

People had seen others bleed from head wounds on the court, but they had never witnessed such a vivid display.

Pierce, covering his buttocks, stood up, and an unidentifiable object fell to the floor.

Roger was dumbfounded.

He thought the wheelchair incident in 2008 was the limit, but Pierce had outdone himself this time!

Shaq lay on the ground, in disbelief, watching Pierce.

He couldn’t believe someone in this world could actually do such a thing!

Paul Pierce lived up to his promise; he managed to make Shaquille O’Neal doubt life even while holding back his stool.

Then came the janitor’s helplessness with the mysterious object.

It was Shaq cursing and covering his face with a towel as he walked through the players’ tunnel.

It was Pierce being wheeled back to the locker room — he insisted that it was because of a knee injury that caused his sphincter to relax.

Although the team physician didn’t understand the connection between the two.

Marv Albert held his nose: “Ladies and gentlemen, I literally don’t know how to describe what just happened; it’s something that has never happened before in NBA history and probably never will again!

God, may Shaq be well, may Paul become a decent man!”

The incident of Pierce smearing feces was still unsettling for the players.

It was later discovered that it was because the smell hadn’t dissipated.

Roger got back into the game with his mindset readjusted.

Although Pierce had been ejected and his last shot hadn’t scored, he had still made a contribution.

At least he temporarily got Shaq off the court.

Next, the Lakers went on the offensive, lacking Shaq, their only hope was Kobe.

Roger didn’t hesitate to defend against Kobe, Pierce had already made such a huge sacrifice, Roger couldn’t let it be in vain.

Kobe knew his moment had come.

If he could finish the game while Shaq was off the court, the order in the Lakers’ locker room would drastically change.

Unfortunately, he was facing Roger.

Kobe tried to break through to the right, but Roger stuck close to him from start to finish.

He encountered a screen from Horry, but Roger quickly snatched past him.

That past summer, Roger had put a lot of effort into his defense, sweating countless hours, and today was undoubtedly the time to reap the rewards.

Kobe couldn’t shake Roger off and had to pull up for a shot in front of him.

But due to the high difficulty, it ultimately bounced out of the frame.

“Missed, the Lakers missed a chance to pull ahead!

However, they still have a chance to win the game!”

There were 25 seconds left in the game, Big Ben grabbed the rebound and passed it to Roger.

The Hawks had a once-in-a-lifetime offensive opportunity; if they failed, they would let the Lakers take away the home-court advantage and, most critically, shatter the hard-earned confidence.

Kobe led the defense, extremely focused.

Roger didn’t underestimate Kobe; he was facing one of the best defenders of the season.

Roger held the ball beyond the three-point line, running down the clock, and with 10 seconds left, he started dribbling between his legs before suddenly bursting to the left.

But Kobe accurately and timely moved laterally to block Roger’s path, and in the skirmish, he managed not to let Roger easily enter the paint.

Seeing this, Roger made a step-back move, trying to seal the deal from beyond the three-point line.

However, Kobe adjusted his center of gravity and lunged forward immediately, giving Roger no space.

Roger then sped up again, and Kobe immediately stuck with him.

So far, Kobe hadn’t made any defensive mistakes.

Roger, leaning against Kobe slightly forward, burst into the paint, turned around, but then pulled back mid-turn, executing a half-spin fake.

Throughout this process, Kobe wasn’t fooled at all; he even managed a precise reach-in, nearly snatching the ball from Roger.

Roger immediately lifted the ball, dodging Kobe’s hand, and jumped backwards.

Kobe, with almost no delay, raised his other hand and jumped up, completely blocking Roger’s shot.

Yet in the air, Roger’s backward lean still won him a slight angle.

Roger flicked his fingers, softly sending the ball flying.

Kobe’s defense was impeccable, truly at an All-Defensive Team level.

But the basketball, despite Kobe’s hindrance, swished through the net steadily.

Atlanta’s savior refused to fall here!

“It’s good!

Only 1 second left in the game, Roger forces the game into overtime with a perfect isolation play last round!

Would the Lakers’ offense have failed if Shaq was there?

Could Roger have shot so easily in the paint?

We’ll never know, because there are no ifs in basketball!

Roger seized the opportunity, keeping the Atlanta Hawks in the game, crushing the Lakers’ hopes of victory once again!”

Accompanied by Marv Albert’s shout, Roger quickly walked off the court.

He knew, it wasn’t over yet.

Glenn Rice was disappointed with the outcome, furiously yelling at Roger: “You won’t be so lucky next time, Shaq will be back in overtime, and your little brother who just shat himself isn’t coming back.

This is just delaying your imminent demise, we’ll definitely bring the game back to Los Angeles!”

Roger didn’t retort, instead, it was Kobe who discontentedly responded to his teammate: “Shut up, Glenn, what you’re saying is stupider than what Paul Pierce did.”

“What?

If Shaq was here, we would’ve already won, that lucky bastard!”

“Shut up, luck won’t help him win four championships.

We still have to fight hard, even without Paul Pierce, we still face the most dangerous guy in the world.”

Kobe glanced at the score, his face serious.

Yes, the Hawks had lost their second-highest scorer.

The Lakers could now concentrate all their defensive resources on Roger and would welcome Shaq back.

No matter how you viewed it, it seemed like Roger had just barely dragged the game into overtime during the moment Shaq was off.

But Kobe couldn’t relax at all.

A sense of enormous crisis still repeatedly set off alarms in his heart.

Because it was Roger.

Because he was facing the best basketball player of his time.

(Though late, today I update one chapter, as it combines ten thousand words.

PS: I’m not taking a day off to play Black Myth tomorrow, dads rest assured.)