NBA: Built to Dominate

Verizon Center – Washington, D.C.

The Georgetown Exclamations had opened their season with a commanding win, led by the dynamic duo of Allen Iverson and Alex Mo. Their chemistry on the court was electric, leaving fans in awe and eager for the rest of the season.

The crowd roared throughout the game, unable to contain their excitement. Even the older fans couldn't help but reminisce.

"It's good to be young," one murmured, shaking his head with a smile.

"Allen Iverson is lightning-fast as always!" another added.

"And that big guy—Alex Mo? He's unstoppable!"

The buzz in the arena wasn't just about winning one game. Georgetown fans were already dreaming of a season to remember.

"Big East Championship, NCAA Championship… we're going for it all!"

Postgame Interviews

After the game, reporters swarmed Iverson, eager for a quote from the season's most anticipated star.

Iverson, however, had other plans. Before they could get a question in, he gestured toward Alex Mo.

"Why are you asking me questions?" Iverson said with a grin. "You should be talking to him."

Turning toward Alex, Iverson called out, "Hey, Alex! Get over here!"

Alex jogged over, confused.

"Listen," Iverson said, leaning toward Alex with a smirk. "These reporters are idiots. Go entertain them for me."

With that, Iverson slipped into the tunnel, leaving Alex standing in front of the cameras.

The reporters, slightly thrown off, quickly pivoted their attention to the 6'11" freshman.

Alex's Interview

A reporter from Washington TV took the lead. "Alex, congratulations on your first NCAA win and your impressive performance tonight. How does it feel to start your college career like this?"

"It feels great to win," Alex replied, his answers calm and measured. "But it's not about me—it's about the team. We all contributed to this victory."

Despite their best efforts to trip him up with tougher questions, Alex's responses were smooth and diplomatic. His poise made it clear: this freshman wasn't easily rattled.

"Last question," the reporter said, trying a different angle. "What did Allen Iverson say to you before he left?"

Alex smirked. "Oh, he told me you're all a bunch of idiots."

The room fell silent for a moment before the reporters erupted into murmurs, furiously scribbling notes. Alex shrugged innocently and walked away.

The Fallout

The next morning, headlines across Washington painted Iverson as a rebellious star.

"Iverson: The Outspoken Star of Georgetown" (Washington Post)"Allen's Wild Confidence Sparks Season Opener" (Washington Times)

At practice, Iverson strolled into the gym holding a newspaper. "Hey, who's responsible for this headline?" he called out.

The rest of the team tried to stifle their laughter, their eyes darting toward Alex.

"Alex," Iverson said, waving the paper. "Did you really tell the reporters I called them idiots?"

Alex grinned. "I only repeated what you said, Allen. Word for word."

Iverson blinked, momentarily speechless. "I… guess I did say that," he muttered. "But still!"

The room erupted in laughter as Iverson tossed the paper aside. "Whatever. 'Rebel boy' has a nice ring to it anyway."

A New Rivalry

Just as the laughter subsided, Iverson turned back to Alex. "But I've got a bone to pick with you."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "What did I do now?"

Iverson crossed his arms. "Last night at the party, some girls said you were more handsome than me. That's unacceptable."

Alex chuckled. "I can't control what people think, Allen."

Iverson jabbed a finger at him. "No excuses! We're settling this on the court. One-on-one. Right now!"

Alex sighed, grabbing a basketball. "Fine. But don't cry when you lose."