NBA backer king

Chapter 608
"boom!"

There was a violent basket explosion sound.

"what!"

Shaquille O'Neill's roar of shame and anger also sounded, and the huge body was ridden under the crotch by Lao Wang, and then fell to the basket.

"..."

Countless fans at the scene felt their scalps tingling at this moment, as if a giant dragon was about to rush out of their throats, and at the next moment, they opened their mouths.

"boom!"

A huge shout sounded suddenly, like a flood breaking out of an embankment, sweeping across the entire American West Arena, and then together with the shouts and cheers of the entire Phoenix, they merged into a monstrous torrent that overturned the world.

"boom!"

Similarly, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, on Fengshen Street, in the open-air stadium of the [-]th Brigade, countless cheers were rising to the sky.

"Yah ho ho ho ho ho..."

"Riding buckle! Old K riding buckle big shark O'Neill! The big shark that provoked the conqueror Caesar surrendered under the crotch of old K. He became a complete loser, just an embellishment of the era of giant K..."

In the American West Arena, like countless fans, the two on-site commentary seats got up from their seats with great excitement, roaring with all their might.

In the TNT commentary seat, when Wang Tiejun flew in the air and spread his legs, Barkley's eyes widened, and he got up from his seat, and the next moment, he roared excitedly:
"He dunked! Old K dunked the big Shark O'Neal! He dunked another giant beast! He announced to the world that in the NBA, in this era, everyone must submit to his feet, no one can be an exception, including another giant beast..."

"What about O'Neal? What will he do? What can he do? What does he want to do?" Kenny Smith asked excitedly.

Immediately Buckley answered him, shouting: "He will either fall down and submit to the old K's feet, or he will be stimulated, strengthen his will, continue to challenge the old K, and then be conquered again, and even be buckled again."

Kenny Smith was stunned, and burst out laughing.

"It's too strong! Old K is too strong!" Su Qun shouted excitedly in the commentary booth of CCTV.

"Haha, this is the result of single-handedly fighting Tiejun, haha..." Zhang Lili laughed excitedly.

"..."

On the court, seeing this scene, Kobe was already stunned, and his whole body was cold. Will the big shark, who was severely humiliated by the old K, have the courage to challenge the old K?Is there hope for this game?If O'Neill fails, who will he turn to to help him defeat Old K?

Under the basket, Lao Wang looked down at O'Neal at his feet, with a smile on his face.

ferocious!

Seeing the smile on Old K's face, O'Neill only had this feeling. Thinking of the serious humiliation just now, he couldn't help closing his eyes in pain.

"Mr. O'Neill, do you know? Your challenge to me is to say to me: Old K, come and submit to me, I can't wait to surrender to you, haha..."

Lao Wang uttered a trash talk, which made O'Neill tremble all over, laughed a few times, and then turned his head to look at the media seats at the bottom line.

"Crack clap..."

The cameras in the media booth kept flickering, and when they saw Old K's gaze approaching, the reporters suddenly became excited, and rushed towards this side with long guns and short guns.

A team of cheerleaders from the Suns also screamed excitedly, while doing a leg-raising dance move towards Lao Wang.

"Conqueror! I like this nickname. From now on, this will be my nickname!" Lao Wang yelled at all the reporters, and then turned around to celebrate with his teammates.

The game was forced to be interrupted. While O'Neal was dunked, there was another blocking foul. Lao Wang wanted to add a free throw. Before the free throw, the Lakers called a timeout and O'Neal was replaced.

As soon as he sat down, O'Neill immediately covered his head with a white towel, as if he was wiping sweat. In fact, tears of humiliation burst out of his eyes at the moment he put the towel on.

"Hohohoho..."

The panting sound suddenly became more intense, and under the white towel, it was like hiding a ferocious beast that might explode at any time.

In the noisy American West arena, the home momentum is already in full swing. On the visiting team's bench, the Lakers' momentum is like a dying dog, and they may die at any time.

"Shaq, cheer up, it's just a dunk. You dunked him just now. You can still do it like you did just now. I believe you can, you can. With your current dominance around the basket, you can completely force him at the basket, and even give him a dunk. I'll let Kobe feed you the ball. Kobe, can you do it?"

Phil Jackson is using his best ability to do psychological work for O'Neal to prevent O'Neal from breaking down.

If O'Neill collapses now, he will collapse habitually when he meets old K in the future, and his OK combination will be over.

"Shaq, I'll pass you the ball," Bryant said immediately.

At this time, he didn't care about whether O'Neill would ride and dunk the old K. The most important thing now was to restore O'Neill's self-confidence, so that he would have a chance to beat the old K in the future.

If he can't do it this year, then next year, he will definitely be able to beat Old K.

O'Neill grabbed the white towel covering his face, his fat face was expressionless, and there was only hatred in his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the Suns bench, and said, "I won't let Old K go. He shouldn't have done that. He pissed me off. He really pissed me off!"

Seeing O'Neal like this, Phil Jackson and others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, as long as the mentality is not collapsed, maybe such an O'Neal can explode with even greater energy.

After the timeout, the game restarts.

Lao Wang stood up from the bench and couldn't help laughing when he saw O'Neal also stand up. He was still two dunks away, and it would be best for O'Neal to continue playing.

"brush!"

Penalty hit.

2:5, the Suns lead at home and the Lakers attack.

O'Neal ran to the frontcourt and rushed straight to the basket.

Lao Wang followed behind, and as soon as he reached the basket, he immediately circled forward and stretched his arms left and right. No matter which side O'Neal moved, he would know immediately.

O'Neal struggled to push Wang Tiejun forward, trying to get space under the basket to catch the ball, and he succeeded.

But the next moment, as soon as he pushed Old Wang away, the latter turned around extremely nimbly, took off his strength, and stuck to his body, but he still didn't get the space.

The two kept fighting under the basket, and he still couldn't get the chance to catch the ball. At this time, three seconds were running out, so he could only evacuate from the basket first.

Coming to the low position on the left wing, Pharaoh didn't have a hard top, and O'Neill could barely push him. It was even more difficult for him to hard top O'Neill, and there was no need for that at all.

O'Neal hurriedly half-turned and entered the paint area again, but Lao Wang reacted very quickly. Although the start was half a beat slower, he moved faster and followed up immediately, only one foot behind.

Fisher, who was holding the ball, took a risky pass, avoided Nash and went straight to the basket.

O'Neal jumped up, and almost at the same time, Lao Wang, who was one foot behind, also jumped up and reached out to steal the ball.

The bodies of the two collided in the air, O'Neill, who had a large tonnage, took advantage, and Lao Wang was knocked sideways in the air, losing his center of gravity.

But his bounce is better, the 150kg O'Neill can't jump him, at the moment of being knocked off, his hand touched the falling basketball, and the ball was lifted.

The two landed at the same time, O'Neal's center of gravity was stable, Lao Wang staggered, and the former took off a second time faster to catch the ball.

"drink!"

With a roar, O'Neill jumped up for the third time, smashing the ball with both hands.

At this moment, he only hated that old K was not under the basket.

"boom!"

There was a violent explosion of the basket, and the basket was sunk two feet by the huge force and tonnage, as if it was about to break.

"Old K, this is just the beginning!"

After O'Neill succeeded, he roared at Old Wang.

"Of course, this is just the beginning."

A ferocious smile appeared on Lao Wang's face.

"I have put in all my strength. Although O'Neill has a larger tonnage, his strength is not necessarily greater than that of Old K. His muscle content is not as good as that of Old K. He does not take much advantage in hard-top hand-to-hand combat." Barkley said.

"Yes, O'Neill's tonnage is more impactful only when it is moving, so it can play its biggest role. The advantage of the hard top is really not big, and it is very difficult." Kenny Smith said.

Barkley nodded and said, "So just now, while he was moving, he was able to knock Old K away in the air, but he couldn't get a chance when he was in the position at the basket."

Kenny Smith said: "So he is indeed the only character in active service who can compete with the old K in the low post. Among the low post players, in terms of dominance, except for the old K, he is him."

The Suns advanced to the frontcourt, and Lao Wang stopped at a high position again, standing above the free throw line.

Nash came up with the ball, didn't stop, accelerated directly, broke through the wall, and entered the paint.

Lao Wang is very large and the quality of the pick-and-roll is very high. Fisher was blocked outside, and O'Neal could only switch defenses and follow the basket.

Then, Pharaoh went down.

Nash pulled to the left, and the next moment, he passed back.

Lao Wang grabbed the ball with his left hand and squeezed his five fingers. The next moment, he grabbed the ball and flew up to meet O'Neal under the basket.

"Old K?"

When O'Neal saw Nash passing the ball upwards, he knew something was wrong. He quickly turned around and saw that the old K who was passing down had already flown up.

"Again?"

At this moment, he was furious in his heart, the grievance of being pinned down by the old K for ten years, and the humiliation of being buckled by the rider surged up in an instant.

"Di!"

The referee's sharp eyes saw O'Neill's pushing action, and the first time he opened his mouth, the whistle sounded.

"Push people!"

It was Barkley who was sharp-eyed, and suddenly shouted violently.

Wang Tiejun jumped up with all his strength. He may not have jumped as high as 90 centimeters, but he must have surpassed 80 centimeters. He formed a dive towards O'Neal. When O'Neal's hands touched him, the left hand holding the ball smashed down instantly.

"boom!"

At the same time as the violent basket explosion sounded, he was pushed outward by a huge force. At this moment, he instinctively grasped the basket with five fingers, and the finger strength exercised by the basic skill of Bajiquan to catch the iron ball showed its effect at this time, pulling the body that had turned outwards back, and then hit O'Neill heavily.

"Oh!"

O'Neal flipped back and hit the backboard.

"Oh!"

At this time, there was an exclamation in the American West Arena.

"Shh!"

Then, it turned into a huge booing like a tsunami.

"What the hell!" Old Wang was furious.

In G1, when he jumped up and intercepted the ball, O'Neal pulled him from behind and didn't protect him. This time, he made another black hand, which really angered him. He let go of the basket, rode directly on O'Neal's body, sat down, and punched him.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Ah, don't hit, don't hit..."

It was too late for O'Neill to block with his hands, and he was punched twice in the face, causing him to scream in pain.

"Pull him away! Pull him away quickly..."

Phil Jackson jumped up anxiously, and he no longer looked like a Zen master.

A group of players hurriedly pulled Lao Wang away, and the referee also ran up and stood in the middle.

"The action is too dangerous. No wonder old K is angry. O'Neill did it last time, and he did it again this time. It's too much, he should be beaten!" Barkley said angrily.

"Get out of the way if you can't prevent it. O'Neal really went too far this time. When he pulled the old K from behind last time, he only got a first-level criminal once. The league should impose additional penalties. There is no additional penalty for this kind of behavior. It is to encourage him to continue to do so." Kenny Smith said.

At the CCTV commentary booth, Su Qun said angrily: "We should teach him a lesson, this is not the first time he has done this."

Zhang Lili shook his head and said: "Fortunately, Tie Jun was not injured, and he grabbed the basket with his hands. He was about to be dunked again. O'Neill is impatient, but he can't do that!

If you want to do this, the next time you dunk, Tiejun will do the same. With such a large tonnage, you may have to play it all in one go. "

This is the referee's penalty, which is very heavy. The two each committed a second-level malicious foul, and both were directly sent off.

"Fatty, I'm waiting for you there." Old Wang pointed to the player tunnel, turned around and walked to the sidelines.

O'Neill, whose nose was bruised and swollen from the beating, trembled in fright. He didn't dare to follow him. He looked around in a hurry, and suddenly ran towards an exit.

"This coward!"

Kobe froze, cursed angrily, and looked down on O'Neill even more. He didn't even have the courage to challenge Old K on the court, not even the postman.

"Shh!"

Countless fans saw O'Neal flee and immediately booed him off.

"Ran?"

Lao Wang, who had just walked to the entrance of the players' tunnel, heard the movement behind him, looked back, and saw O'Neill running away, which made him laugh angrily.

But this is the American West Arena, can you run away if you want to?

"Brother, come with me."

"OK. But old K, don't make it too big, I will be fired."

"Don't worry, the arena fired you, and I'll give you a better job."

"Then everything is OK."

He called a security guard in the passage and ran down the corridor.

"Hey, brothers, I'm Shawnee, report O'Neill's location." While running, the security guard shouted through the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

"Shawnee, I saw him, he ran towards Exit [-]." The walkie-talkie rang.

"hurry up."

Lao Wang heard it and accelerated his running speed, but the security guard Shawnee was not as fast as him and fell behind.

O'Neill ran to an exit and was about to rush through when a person suddenly rushed out from a corridor on the left and blocked the front.

"Old K?"

He was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "I didn't mean it, really, I, I, I..."

"Oh!"

Lao Wang punched O'Neill directly to the ground, and cursed: "I spared you that time in the G1 game, and I'm here again today. I can't beat you to death this time? At most, I won't fight after I retire."

"what……"

At the exit, O'Neill's continuous screams sounded.

"Old K, forget it, don't beat him to death."

"Old K, he is dying, don't beat him to death."

Ten seconds later, the security guard Shawnee rushed over, looked at the scene, and hurriedly greeted a group of security guards at the exit, and everyone went up to pull Lao Wang away.

At this moment, O'Neill was beaten with blood all over his face, lying on the ground in embarrassment and howling, with his head bowed and his body bowed.

"Don't worry, I know if you can't beat him to death." Old Wang said angrily.

After he left, several security guards notified their superiors, and then the Lakers management was shocked when they were notified. Jerry West suddenly had a big head and left the court immediately.

Of course Colangelo knew it too, and he was very big. Now that the league and the media are targeting the Suns and Old K, I'm afraid it won't be easy to end it now.

But he had no choice but to continue to support Old K.

When Jerry West rushed to Exit [-], he saw several security guards standing by the wall. O'Neill was sitting against the wall with blood on his face, his eyes were swollen, his nose was broken, and his mouth was swollen. He couldn't recognize him at all.

"Old K is too careless about his hands. He only hits his face. You can find a place with thick flesh to hit him!" Feeling a little grumbling in his heart, he hurried over and asked, "Shaq, are you okay? Shaq, are you okay?"

He yelled twice before O'Neill recovered from the puppet state, squinted his eyes and glanced at him, and said vaguely: "Mr. West, he wants to kill me, I want to call the police, call the police!"

The corners of West's eyes twitched. This is an internal matter of the league. Family scandals cannot be spread outside. You should call the police, who told you to do that dangerous move?
He still remembers that the postman publicly said that he wanted to make old K look good on the court, but old K didn't give him a chance to play, so he beat the postman off the court, broke many bones, and said that he slipped and fell in the bathroom.

Today O'Neill doesn't seem to have broken his bones, probably because old K is getting older, his anger is not as strong as before, and his strikes are not so ruthless.

However, this matter should be used to appeal to the league and strive to suspend the old K. As long as the Lakers pass the Suns, there should be no problem playing the Nets in the finals.

"Get up, I'll take you to the hospital first."

He said to O'Neill, then turned to a security guard and said, "Sir, please call an ambulance for me."

"Okay." The security guard nodded.

"No, I'm dizzy and a little nauseous."

O'Neill was about to stand up along the wall, but his body swayed, and he fell down again.

West's expression changed. This is, a concussion?Damn it, old K didn't show mercy.

At this time, Colangelo Jr. arrived, and seeing O'Neill's distressed appearance, he couldn't help but smiled wryly.

"Mr. Colangelo, I'm afraid I'm going to complain to the league about Old K's behavior. Tell him." West said seriously.

Colangelo Jr. nodded and said: "We will also complain to the league about O'Neal's on-court behavior. He wants to ruin the old K's career, and this is the second time in the Western Conference Finals."

This time it was West's turn to smile wryly.

As the ambulance arrived, O'Neill was taken away, and the matter came to an end.

Lao Wang had already returned to the dressing room at this time, and just after he took a shower and turned on the TV, Dayao's call came in.

"Brother, O'Neill ran away, didn't you chase him?"

"Chased and beat me up."

"What? It's over, it's over, brother, you're too impulsive!"

"Shut up! I don't have to give up the championship. Fatty must be taught a lesson, otherwise anyone can do it to me in the future. I'm an old man with old arms and legs, can I bear it?"

"Uh, well, brother, what if you get banned?"

"Cold salad!"

At this time, Colangelo Jr. came in and said, "Old K, O'Neill has been sent to the hospital."

"Oh."

Lao Wang answered first, then spoke to Dayao, and hung up the phone.

Little Colangelo thought for a while and said: "Old K, the league didn't want us to win the championship again, and the media also targeted you very much. You have to be mentally prepared. I'm afraid you will be suspended this time."

"If you are suspended, you will be suspended." Old Wang snorted coldly.

Little Colangelo nodded. The matter has come to this point, and there is no room for turning around. Talking about it is useless.

The two were watching the game in the locker room and didn't talk about what happened just now.

At this time, the agent Hawksman called, and Lao Wang chatted with him.

The game continued, the Lakers did not have O'Neal, Kobe concentrated the ball, took 48 crazy shots in 45 minutes, monopolized 55% of the team's shots, hit 20 of them, hit 44.4%, made 8 of 3 three-pointers, hit 37.5%, made 14 of 12 free throws, scored 55 points, and had a true shooting percentage of 53.8%. He won the first 50+ in the playoffs of his career.

In the end, the Suns lost the game and the big score was tied 6-[-]. The next G[-] game will be played in Los Angeles.

As soon as the game ended, a large number of reporters flocked to the locker room of the home team, but they did not see Lao Wang, who left after the game.

"Old K, you are driving, are you home?"

Barkley got off the live broadcast and immediately called Lao Wang. After the call was connected, he heard the sound of the engine.

"It's almost home." Said the old man.

"Old K, you'd better be mentally prepared. This time things are a bit troublesome. The league is likely to take the opportunity to suppress you and the Suns."

"I know."

The two chatted briefly and hung up the phone.

Later, Lao Wang received a call from Zhang Lili and chatted for a while.

(End of this chapter)