"Quickly hit the ball, you idiot, but you haven't scored a single point. Damn escaped prisoner, let me give you a big shot." Mourning stood behind Wang Tiejun and cursed in his ear.
There was no need to ask for the ball, Kevin Johnson had already thrown it.
The winning or losing of today's game is not important at all, nor is it important in itself. One is the Eastern Conference and the other is the Western Conference. The records do not affect each other, and there is no chance of them meeting in the playoffs. The possibility of the two teams meeting in the finals is zero, not slightly zero.
Therefore, it is most important to teach your opponent a lesson.
"Bump him, old K!"
After passing the ball, Kevin Johnson, who is not afraid of trouble, even yelled.
"You bastard, let me loosen your muscles and bones today and let you feel comfortable."
With the ball in hand, Lao Wang doesn't rush to attack, food and grass go first, no, trash talk goes first.
Mourning was furious. I am the synonym for tough, and you actually called me a softie? This is a great shame and humiliation!
"Hold on, Alonzo, show your tough defense!" In the media box two meters away, a black curly-haired reporter who likes Mourning shouted sternly.
"Bang!"
At this moment, Lao Wang struck fiercely for the first time, causing Mourning's chest to deflate, high-pressure gas roared out from his throat, and he let out a short scream, and his entire face was immediately blood red.
Fortunately, he stood still, his strength was indeed very good, and his tonnage was ten kilograms smaller, so he still withstood this beating.
"Bang!"
However, the second hit came one after another.
"Cough cough cough..."
He was just recovering his breath when the violent collision caused him to immediately lose his breath and cough violently. Of course, he could no longer defend himself. His feet were completely messed up and he staggered back.
Wang Tiejun, on the other hand, had already completed his turn, rushed past Mourning, raised up with the ball, and smashed the basket with one arm.
"Damn it!"
In the media gallery, the little curly-haired reporter who liked Mourning had his eyes broken, but there was nothing he could do.
"Bang!"
With the violent sound of the basket exploding, the entire American West Arena suddenly boiled.
"Oh God!"
Little Curly murmured angrily and painfully.
"Oh ho ho, the heavy bombing from the monster old K, the Hornets' second pick Alonzo Mourning, he is only worthy of being under our monster's crotch, struggling like a bitch..."
The excited roars of the on-site commentators roared over the American West Arena.
"Damn it, Mourning, show your strength and teach that Chinese a lesson!"
"Mo Ning, stop hiding your strength, use your ability to defeat him, you can do it."
tntThe two commentators were anxious and started to cheer up.
"You weakling, don't you want to blame me? What qualifications do you have to wear the No. 33 jersey? Take it off and change it to a different number."
After succeeding, the excited Lao Wang roared at Mourning.
"Go away, damn escaped prisoner!"
Moning pushed Wang Tiejun away violently.
"Scold me again? Damn you weakling, I'm going to confiscate your basket today." Wang Tiejun roared.
"You dare?"
Mourning's eyes began to burn. If the basket was taken away, would he still have his face? He is an expert at protecting the basket.
"You bastard, I'll let you go to grandma's house. I'm going to bump you into vomiting blood today, more than when your aunt came here. Let your mother prepare a bowl of brown sugar water for you."
Lao Wang roared like a giant beast.
When he came to the backcourt, he squeezed toward the basket and shouted toward the top of the arc: "Give me the ball, I'm going to hit another softie."
"Ha ha……"
The whole audience fell silent, and then burst into laughter.
"He's an idiot!"
The little curly reporter found an opportunity to vent and roared in the media gallery.
Next to him, most reporters nodded in agreement, but a small number of reporters gave him a bored look.
"He is a Chinese idiot!"
"Yeah, does he think he's from the Hornets?"
In the TNT commentary box, the two commentators finally took the opportunity to mock Wang Tiejun.
"Fuck, wrong, wrong!"
Only then did Lao Wang react and hurriedly ran towards Moning.
Mourning looked at the running Lao Wang with contempt, and cursed secretly, "What qualifications does an idiot like this have to be my opponent?"
This time, Bugs Boggs no longer passed the ball to Mourning, because Larry Johnson wanted the ball, and he passed the ball to the low left wing.
This time the turnaround jump shot missed, and Lao Wang and Mourning were fighting for rebounds under the basket.
Mourning's rebounding ability can only be said to be okay. There is a big gap between him and the three super centers, as well as O'Neal, and even worse than Ewing, who is the worst rebounder.
Although Lao Wang's current rebounding skills are average, he still protected this backcourt rebound with his height advantage under the basket and favorable defensive position.
Entering the frontcourt, he squeezed directly to the basket.
Kevin Johnson also made a gesture to pull away, and Barkley also left the paint area, taking Larry Johnson away, leaving Wang and Mourning one-on-one under the basket.
Mourning was dead on his head, the blood vessels in his neck were swollen like small snakes, his face was blood red, and he had to use up all his energy to feed.
"Mo Ning, hold on!"
Curly Curly worked very hard to cheer for Mourning in the media box two meters away.
But the disadvantage of weight is too great. Ten kilograms is not a small amount. Mourning's physique is completely smaller than that of Lao Wang, and he cannot withstand Lao Wang's horizontal push and crushing.
When it was close to two seconds, Wang Tiejun squeezed and took a big step into the paint area, squeezing to a position one step away from the basket, a distance of 1.5 meters. This was already within his shooting range, no, it was dunk range.
"Old K, fuck him!"
At this time, Kevin Johnson shouted and casually dropped the ball.
Wang Tiejun blocked Mourning behind him with his left hand and caught the ball with his right hand. With a bang, he leaned over and dribbled the ball, and a fierce strike broke out.
Moning groaned and his feet relaxed.
"Bang!"
In the next moment, Wang Tiejun turned around and violently smashed his hands with both hands. A two-handed dunk that was brutal enough to sink the Hornets' basket.
Mourning was hit so hard that he lost his center of gravity and could no longer make defensive moves. He could only watch himself being dunked.
With a bang, the ball passed through the basket and hit his head.
It wasn't over yet. When Wang Tiejun smashed the basket, he also pulled his arms and legs. His crotch hit Mourning's face, and his legs directly rode on the latter's shoulders. The latter grunted and responded.
And fell down, sliding three feet.
"Oh! Yeah!"
America West Arena first screamed in surprise, and then quickly turned into a boiling ocean.
"Oh God!"
After the bottom line, Curly's face was full of disbelief, and he even forgot to press the shutter of the camera in his hand.
"Oh yeah, old K completed a dunk. He dunked Mourning." The on-site commentator roared crazily.
"Too bad! This is too bad..."
"How can you humiliate Mourning like this? This is so unsportsmanlike..."
In the tnt commentary box, the two commentators looked at each other and murmured.
"Old K, you did such a great job!"
Buckley rushed up and shouted in excitement.
"Just do it, old K, I will give you the ball again, keep hitting him." Kevin Johnson also rushed over and shouted.
"Old K, you and he were drafted in the same year. They are both centers and have the same jersey number. If you don't defeat him, how can you get to the top? Defeat him and defeat that big shark next time."
Danmarli rushed up and shouted.
"Ha ha……"
Comrade Lao Wang was overly excited, burst out laughing, and then said regretfully: "It's a pity that I didn't break the backboard this time. I'll try to pull the basket out next time."
"Haha..." Suns players laughed after hearing this.
"Asshole!"
A group of Suns players stood next to Mourning and yelled. Mourning was so angry that he was about to have a stroke. In addition, he had just been buckled, and now his head was throbbing with veins and his face was almost bleeding. His fists
It was so pinched that it almost bled. If the nails weren't too short, they would have dug into the flesh.