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Among Giants: Starting with Mamba Mentality (NBA Pack System)

Javier Morales has harbored an unwavering passion for basketball since his childhood. Even as a young boy, he devoted his time to watching NBA games after school, fostering a deep love for the sport and nurturing dreams of making it to the big leagues. However, destiny had a different plan, and Javier's height plateaued at a modest 5'9". In the towering world of NBA prospects, where most players stood nearly a foot taller, Javier faced the unfortunate consequence of being overlooked by many teams, leading to his undrafted status in 2005. Undeterred by the setbacks, Javi refused to relinquish his love for basketball. His tenacity paid off when the San Antonio Spurs offered him a chance to prove himself through a 10-day contract. Little did he know that accepting this opportunity would mark a turning point in his basketball journey. [Would you like to open the Starter Pack?]

Cujo · Action
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67 Chs

Simulation Game: Heat vs Pistons Part I

*Sound Effects*

**Language**

'Thoughts'

"Dialogue"

(Point of View)

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[System]

(1st Person - Javi)

As the game tipped off, I found myself amidst a sea of red and white, Heat's home court painted with their colors.

The tension built as the referee tossed the ball up, and both Shaq and Ben Wallace leaped for the jump ball.

Unfortunately, it fell into the Heat's possession, and I quickly stepped up to defend against their point guard, Damon Jones, as he brought the ball up the court.

'I forgot they just got J Will' I thought as I picked up Jones. I stayed in front of Jones as he made his way towards the right side of the court. Glancing back, I saw Shaq lurking in the low post.

'Oh hell no' I thought as I quickly closed the distance with an outstretched arm, preventing an overhead pass to the low post.

Jones, unable to find an opening, called for a screen, and Udonis Haslem moved over to set it. Anticipating the play, I maneuvered under the screen, positioning myself to contest a lob pass to Shaq.

Underestimating my reach, they lobbed the ball over, but I soared up, snatching it with my right hand and bringing it down firmly. With Rasheed Wallace breaking free downcourt, I fired off a one-handed bullet pass, finding him in stride just beyond half court.

He soared for a thunderous slam dunk, uncontested.

He signaled his appreciation with a nod, I nodded in acknowledgment, returning the gesture of appreciation.

'2-0' I thought as I got ready once again.

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(3rd Person)

Laughter filled the hotel room as the voices of a man and a woman drifted beyond the closed door.

"Shouldn't you be home?" inquired the man.

"No, I told him I was going out with some friends," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement.

"When are you going to tell her?" the woman queried.

"Soon..." the man promised.

"I'll let you know when, then we can run off together," he assured her.

Excitedly, the woman responded, "I can't wait; I hate having to hide like this."

"I know, but we must wait for the right time," the man reassured her softly.

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(1st Person - Javi)

Jones inbounded the ball to Wade, who took control as we moved up the court, aiming to create space for Shaq.

I made the switch onto Wade, signaling for Prince to handle Jones, who posed less of a threat.

Ever since acquiring 'Pipen's Defensive Instinct' and unlocking 'Defensive Anchor III', my defensive game had evolved significantly, blending these newfound skills with my heightened athleticism.

Relying on my speed, I shadowed Wade as he maneuvered towards the left side of the court, keeping a close eye on their forward shifting across the baseline.

'Drive or kick out,' I speculated, sharpening my focus.

Locked in, I tracked Wade's movements as he sized up his options within the arc, eventually initiating a post-up, shielding the ball with his back and swatting away any attempts to disrupt his rhythm.

I seized the opportunity, pressing harder on his right side to deceive him into believing I was leaning that way.

Falling for the bait, Wade attempted a swift spin move to his left, but I stayed glued to him, forcing him to halt his dribble.

Recognizing the dwindling shot clock, I closed in on him, intensifying the pressure to make a pass more difficult.

'4...3...2...' I mentally counted down, a habit I adopted after a scolding from Popovich for losing track of the clock.

Sensing an impending shot as the buzzer loomed, I anticipated Wade's move, rising to block his attempt, which sent the ball ricocheting towards Ben Wallace as I sprinted up the court.

Ahead of Wade, I received the pass from Wallace, seizing the opportunity.

Crossing half court, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision, stepping back for a three-point attempt from the left wing, despite having an open lane.

As the ball left my fingertips, I watched the ball travel towards the basket. A smile graced my face as I headed back towards defense with the ball still in mid air.

I caught glimpses of confusion on my teammates' faces, followed by a stunned silence from the once-roaring crowd.

"Pop would kill me if I did that in a real game," I chuckled inwardly, relishing the freedom of experimentation in this simulation.

Testing the capabilities of my newly acquired Oracle's Gaze, I was able to visualize the trajectory of the shot, a bright green circle guiding its path just inside the rim.

'I wonder if it accounts for glass rebounds,' I mused, recognizing the strategic advantage of such foresight for getting rebounds.

"It's gonna be a good game" I muttered.

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(3rd Person)

The game raged on with both teams pouring their energy into every play, fully aware of the stakes at hand. A single victory for the visiting team in these two critical games meant heading home with the series tied at 1-1, granting them the advantage of hosting the next two matches.

In the midst of the second quarter, Javi emerged as the driving force for the Pistons, tallying an impressive 16 points and 4 assists. Yet, despite his efforts, the game remained tightly contested, the scoreboard showing a 36-30 lead for the Pistons.

"Is this the butterfly effect?" Javi pondered, reflecting on the stark differences between the real Game 1 he had witnessed and the unfolding match. In reality, the Pistons had maintained a comfortable lead until the final quarter.

The formidable duo of Wade and Shaq loomed large, with Wade finding his rhythm after a slow start and Shaq dominating the paint with 15 points, while Wade trailed closely with 10.

Demonstrating his versatility, Javi activated Defensive Anchor on offense, utilizing his increased weight to maneuver from the right corner to the block. Employing 'Mamba's Footwork,' he executed a deceptive spin move before smoothly executing a fadeaway that found nothing but net.

As the Heat failed to convert on a kick-out three-point attempt, the ball once again found its way into Javi's hands. Employing screens and a calculated drive, he drew in the defense before deftly kicking out to Prince beyond the arc.

"Left!" Prince's call echoed, signaling the shot being off it's mark.

True to Prince's warning, the ball grazed the left side of the rim before bouncing away, granting the Heat possession on the defensive rebound by Shaq.

'Do I have to do everything?' Javi thought frustratingly as he hustled back to defend the basket.

Such thoughts had begun to plague Javi's mind throughout the game. Initially, he had embraced the challenge of stepping up for his team, but as their collective struggles persisted, his burden had grown heavier. Unbeknownst to him, this shift in mentality would prove toxic, gradually eroding his effectiveness on the court. Only time would reveal the consequences of his altered mindset and playing style.

Despite Javi's internal frustration, he knew there was no room for such thoughts on the court. With the game still hanging in the balance, he resolved to channel his frustrations into fuel for his performance.

As the 2nd quarter came close the ending, Javi found himself at the heart of every Pistons offensive possession, orchestrating plays with precision and determination. With a keen eye for openings in the Heat's defense, he exploited every opportunity to create scoring chances for his teammates.

In one memorable play, Javi received a pass at the top of the key and immediately recognized a defensive mismatch. With a quick jab step to his left, he drove past his defender with lightning speed, drawing the attention of the help defense. Sensing the momentary lapse in coverage, he whipped a behind-the-back pass to a cutting teammate streaking towards the basket. The bench erupted in applause as the ball found its mark, culminating in a thunderous dunk that reverberated throughout the arena.

But as the game progressed, Javi couldn't shake the feeling that he was fighting an uphill battle. The Heat, fueled by the dynamic duo of Wade and Shaq, continued to chip away at the Pistons' lead with relentless determination.

The score found itself tied at 38-38 with under a minute left on the clock.

In a critical defensive stand, Javi found himself matched up against Wade, the Heat's primary scoring threat. With the shot clock winding down, Wade launched into a series of dazzling crossovers and feints, probing for an opening in Javi's defense. But Javi remained steadfast, shadowing Wade's every move with unwavering intensity. With seconds remaining on the shot clock, Wade unleashed a step-back jumper, but Javi was ready. Rising up with perfect timing, he swatted the ball away with a thunderous block, igniting a fast break for the Pistons that resulted in another thunderous dunk at the other end.

'40-38' Javi thought with a sigh looking at the score.

As the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the 2nd quarter, Javi took a moment to catch his breath. Despite the mounting pressure and his own inner turmoil, he knew that the game was far from over.

With the upcoming playoffs looming around the corner, Javi knew that he needed to be ready and he knew that he needed to win this game to prove to himself that he was ready. He steeled himself for the challenges that lay ahead, determined to win the game no matter the cost.

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A/N: Sorry for the late chapter. Hope you are enjoying the story nonetheless. Once again, some chapters may be late or delayed, but they won't stop coming so I ask for patience!

Any Ideas on the flaws in Javi's thinking? I want to show Javi's growth as a player as even though he's getting better at basketball, he isn't a perfect person.