LeBron James one-on-one tournament

After the whole incident, everybody moved on, and it was late in the evening after a few minutes of fireworks were going on, and the registration booth had closed down as the tournament was going to be held the next day early in the morning.

Isabella had fallen asleep after the fireworks, so we went back to LeBron's place to get some rest for the next day. The next morning we had our breakfast before heading out. I had gotten my jersey custom made; it was full of vendors that were paying me to advertise for them.When we got to the festival grounds again, the place was packed; we made our way to where they were holding the one-on-one tournament. I started to prepare for my first match; every game was up to 11 points. Nobody worth mentioning had signed up for the tournament, so I swept through all the competition until I received an injury on my shooting hand.I was going for a shot since the guy guarding me was shorter than me, but he was very heavy sets and accidentally, or at least I think he did it by accident tackled me, and I fell awkwardly on my hand. I was in so much pain, but I decided to play through it. LeBron was worried about me and asked me to sit out on this, but I told him that he shouldn't worry about me and that I would just play through it and see how it goes, if it's too painful, I'll just forfeit the match. The screen from my head had popped up, telling me that I had gotten an injury, and it should be healed in 2 weeks. I was quite angry by this but knew that it was better and being injured for two years like the last time. I was wondering what kind of handicap it would give me this time since it was my shooting hand. I knew it would hinder me when it came to shooting; I decided to play the game to see what kind of effects it had on me. When the game started, I checked the status of my abilities and, Lord and behold, I was limited once again, but this time I was able to get only three shots, 3-time freezes, unlimited stamina, and one golden eye. Even though I was limited, I knew I could still work with these limitations until I was healed. The finals started, and I was playing against a guy I don't remember from my past life, but he was a few inches taller than me, so I knew I had to be careful.I had gotten the ball first and checked it up to him, soon as I got the ball I used my ability to get one shot in just to get a lead. I made the first two points from the 3-pointer line. The guy got the ball because we were playing Nba rules.The guy was speedy and pasted me after crossing me over, and he laid it up to get one point. I was never good at defense, so I didn't mind this point, I was just going to outshoot him. I got the ball once again and checked it up. I did a pump fake to see whether he would be tempted to jump, which baited him to jump.I ran past him a little to do a layup, but he quickly regained himself and chased after me as soon as his foot touched back on the ground, and he took that first step. I crossed back, causing him to trip on his foot as I did the James Harden step back to shoot at the three-point line and activated my skill to get two more points.He was surprised by this, but he knew that I was good and didn't question my skills. He once again sped past me to make one point. I checked it out this time. He was playing me fairly closely as he ran inside into the post with the ball with him right next to me. I started posting him up and then did a hook shot to get one point, making the score 5-2.I didn't have to use any ability for that one since I was so close to the basket. He got the ball again and drove in to score another point I was wondering why he wasn't shooting any two pointers, but some people are different from the others and preferred to take it inside.I got the ball once again and used time freeze to get away from him a little bit and give me space to use my shooting ability from the three-point line giving me seven points, but I was annoyed by this limiter. I started to pick up his game just as he was about to pass me. I used GoldenEye to see into the future and knew which move he was about to use.I stole the ball from him, which surprised him before he could figure out what was going on. I had already laid it up to give me eight points. At this point, all my skills were finished except for two-time freezes left, so I used the rest of the time freeze. By the time I had gotten to 10 points, all my skills were used, and I felt completely useless.I had no way of scoring again, and this guy was way faster than me, and he seemed to be more skilled. Whenever he got the ball, he could pass by me easily with that he was able to come back, and the score was tied at 10:10. Every time I tried to score, he blocked me or stole the ball.The pain that was going through my hand also made me miss every shot making this quite a standstill game for me. I hated that I had gotten injured, and it had affected my game by so much, due to the shooting being my main position since the injury involved my shooting hand it affected me greatly and that even cost me the game.I ended up losing, and the other guy easily won the 100k tournament. I was supposed to be the winner but ended up being the runner-up. LeBron was disappointed, but he understood that I was injured but still had to respect me for being able to still play with my shooting hand.LeBron quickly ordered his driver to get me to the hospital to get it checked out. Isabella, Opal, and Ivy were worried about me, but I told them that I would be okay and that they should stick with LeBron for the rest of the festival and try to enjoy themselves, and then I'll meet up with them once I'm done.