Beeep!
The first whistle pierced through the deafening cheers, and just like that, Game One of the finals was underway.
The atmosphere inside the arena was electric—fans packed every seat, waving banners, chanting, and holding their breath in anticipation.
It wasn't just any finals match. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for: the beginning of Ross's run for his tenth consecutive championship.
The hype was unreal. People weren't here just to watch a game—they were here to witness a legend at work.
And with Ross on the court, anything felt possible. His fanboys were out in full force, decked in his jersey, screaming his name like it was a war cry.
The whole arena seemed to throb with expectation.
Ross's team won the tip-off, and within seconds, the ball was in his hands.
There was no hesitation, no warm-up. He pulled up from deep and sank a flawless three-pointer on his first touch of the ball.
