Opening Scene – TD Garden, GamedayNational cameras.

Sellout crowd.

NBA primetime slot.

The Celtics were warming up. The Timberwolves had just entered the court—and Anthony Edwards was already talking.

"Where he at? Where the Reaper at?"

Kyle laced up slowly, nodding without looking.

His knee was wrapped.

Minutes still capped.

But his pride wasn't.

Pregame – Ant Talks LoudAs teams lined up for tip-off, Ant clapped in Kyle's face.

"G-League numbers. Twitter hype. You ain't seen me yet."

Kyle smirked.

"Neither has your left hand."

Ant laughed.

"You funny, bro. You won't be when I drop thirty."

First Quarter – Flash vs. FocusAnt came out swinging.

First play: crossover, sidestep three — wet.

Next: euro-step floater — bucket.

Then: fast-break dunk over Payton Pritchard — BOOM.

Commentators were eating it up.

"Ant is in his bag tonight!"

"He's putting Wilson in the blender early!"

But Kyle didn't bite.

He stuck to the plan.

He defended smart.

Talked less.

Moved slower—but efficient.

His first bucket?

A pick-and-pop three from the wing—drip.

Next? A backdoor cut and one-handed jam.

Then a chasedown block on Ant that silenced the Wolves bench.

Kyle whispered as he jogged past:

"You wanted the Reaper? Here I am."

Second Quarter – Physical TollKyle sat with ice on his knee at the start of the second.

It was throbbing.

Deep ache.

Like bone grinding bone.

Ime leaned in.

"You okay?"

"Fine."

"Tell me the truth, not what your ego says."

Kyle didn't answer.

He just nodded.

The truth was?

He wasn't fine.

But he wasn't backing down—not tonight.

Third Quarter – War ZoneKyle checked back in.

Ime let him stretch the limit—25 minutes if needed.

Ant was still chirping.

"Tired yet, old man?"

Kyle grinned.

"Just getting started."

They went at it.

Ant drove left — Kyle stripped him.

Kyle posted up — fadeaway over Ant's outstretched hand — bucket.

Ant ran a curl — Kyle fought through, blocked the shot, grabbed the board, and pushed coast-to-coast.

The crowd ROARED.

"REE-PER! REE-PER! REE-PER!"

ESPN flashed the statline:

Kyle Wilson – 14 PTS, 5 REB, 2 BLK (in 19 minutes)

Anthony Edwards – 18 PTS, 3 TO

Ant barked:

"Yo, you really showing up now, huh?"

Kyle stared him down:

"Nah. I'm just reminding you."

Fourth Quarter – Final PossessionScore: 101–99, Celtics.

19 seconds left. Wolves ball.

Ime turned to Kyle.

"How's the knee?"

"Screaming."

"Can you lock him?"

"Always."

Ant got the inbound.

Isolation at the top.

Crowd on their feet.

He danced—between-the-legs, hesitation, quick first step—

But Kyle was right there. Every step.

Ant pulled back.

Stepped left.

Launched a contested three—

AIRBALL.

Kyle grabbed the rebound.

Dribbled out.

Game over.

Postgame – Mutual RespectAnt approached Kyle after the final horn.

"Aight… you legit. You really built for this."

Kyle wiped sweat from his face.

"Told you I wasn't Maine-made."

Ant dap'd him up.

"Don't matter where you came from. You here now. Just don't get soft on me."

Kyle smirked.

"Never that."

Media Explodes AgainNBA on TNT Postgame:

Shaq:

"That boy Kyle? Cold. I ain't gon' lie—I thought he was just a defender. But he hoopin'."

Kenny:

"He's playing under restriction and still making impact. That's mental strength. That's maturity."

Chuck:

"I told y'all weeks ago—he's gonna be a problem if he stays healthy."

Ari's ReactionAri watched the highlights in her dorm lounge with classmates.

One girl nudged her.

"Wait—is that your man?"

Ari smirked.

"That's the future."

Final Scene – Next Matchup AnnouncedKyle sat on the bus, earbuds in, staring at the TV screen above.

"NEXT GAME: Boston Celtics vs. Los Angeles Lakers – LeBron Comes to Town"

A chill ran down Kyle's spine.

Marcus Smart tapped him.

"You ready for that?"

Kyle didn't look away.

"You don't prepare for the King.

You just pray you survive him."

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