WHO GONE STOP ME
It's the eve of the official 2025 NBA playoffs and the play-in tournament was settle. Golden State and San Antonio punched their tickets into the Western seedings as well as Indiana and Milwaukee in the east. The Los Angeles Lakers were back to full strength just in time, and everything was set for the dance. All that was left to do for Recks was have a good night's rest, but that was to be delayed as Recks and Khyri enjoyed a nightcap at a nearby park, going one-on-one.
[Swish] "That's game. Run it back?" Recks asked as he had already beaten Khyri five times now in a game of 11.
"Of course, unless you're tired old man."
"Tired of beating you? Never that. I can do this all night."
The two proceed to battle it out, hitting a stalemate this round as they exceed 11 points, tied up at 17.
"Remember, no threes to win." Khyri implied as she checked ball.
"I know. You wanted to do this the hard way." Recks jab stepped to his left, faking right, only to spin back to the left, catching Khyri on her heels. Recks goes in for the easy lay-up.
"17-18, point game. Say I, "I quit" and I won't dunk on you for this point." Recks smugly jested.
"Oh yeah? That ain't happening."
"Feeling confident?" Recks checks ball.
"You're the one that has to prove it, I won't make it easy for you," Khyri retorted.
Khyri takes a stance from distance, almost guarding the post. Recks looks at her in disbelief as if whatever scheme she has in mind is going to work.
"You making this to easy, Khy."
"Just play."
Recks begin his dribble, sizing up the distance to launch over Khyri for a dunk. Recks makes his move and charges in, but was cut off by Khyri, impeding his advancement and planting a kiss on him, connivingly punching the ball out of his grasp and quickly recovering it.
"Word? That's what we doing? We playing dirty?"
"We agreed on no threes, not fair play," Khyri giggles before taking the ball to the rack to tie the game. Khyri would keep ball and score again, giving her the lead and game-point.
"What happened? You looking tired baby boy," Khyri shot back. "You know, you can say, "I quit" and I may show mercy."
"Mercy is for the weak, play ball."
Khyri checks ball with Recks and began sizing him up. Both locking eyes, sweating like two behemoths.
"You sure you don't want an easy out? I hate to be the only female to beaten you one-on-one for a second time!"
"You not going to win."
"Okay, cocky. Well... I wanna tell you something before I beat you. Been thinking about it for a while."
Khyri attempts to cross up Recks, but he stays focused on the game and not the conversation. Khyri takes a step back shot and misses. Recks gets the board and takes the ball to the top of the key.
"Okay, before you tried to unruly usurp a win from me tonight, what is it you wanted to say?"
Recks began to size Khyri up once more.
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
Just as Recks was in motion to shoot, Khyri burst out, "I was thinking of making a onlyfans!" It causes Recks to flinch and miss his shot, giving Khyri the board.
"What?"
"I said, I was thinking about making a onlyfans."
"Nah, nah, that ain't happening."
"Why not?"
"Cause I said so Khyri. No."
"Listen, I make this shot, you got to agree that we'll at least talk about it."
"We talked. End of discussion."
"What's wrong? Scared I'll win?" Khyri teases.
Recks responded in silence as he was not hearing it not was he up for the discussion, whether she made the shot or not. When it came to hearing that, Recks was completely turned off. Khyri checks ball and took a triple threat stance. Anticipating, Recks timed his jump to block Khyri's shot, but Khyri goes under Recks and takes the game with an easy basket.
"Game, I win, and make that two wins over Sir Recks Black." she Chuckles.
"Nah, fuck that. What's up with you and this onlyfans shit Khy?"
"Babe, chill. I only said that to get under your skin. I knew you wouldn't let it fly so easily."
"Nah, don't play like that. I ain't trying to see you doing that b.s.. Respect yourself and our kids."
"Babe, I'd never. I promise you. I was just teasing you and getting in your head." Khyri closes in on Recks, pulling him closer by his shirt, kissing him. "I'm sorry."
"I accept your apology, but chill with that. I was really gonna flip on you."
Khyri slightly laughs it off, chucking the ball into his abdomen. "You can accept that apology and that L too, hold that for me."
"Fuck outta' here, that shit don't count!"
"Awe, don't be a sore loser" Khyri laughs as they both make their way to bench to replenish their thirst.
"Hey, last night was fun celebrating your successful season. You're actually catching up to me in accomplishments, I'ma have to break some more barriers next season," Khyri jokes. "But the kids and I had a lot of fun."
"Glad you guys did. It's always fun having some family time where we can. But, like Kobe said, "Job's not done."
"True. You heard about the buzz on the upcoming draft? Ivan Frost announced he's entering."
"Who's Ivan?"
"Wait, you don't know who Ivan Frost is?" Khyri surprised by Recks not knowing.
"Nah, he's some big shot?"
"Lets just say, he's you, but colder."
"Ah, I see. Play on his name, that's cute."
"I'm serious Recks, Ivan Frost is no joke. He averaged a 20-20 season this year. He won two NCAA titles with Kentucky, named NCAA & SEC Player of the Year in his two years. He's got real game."
"Oh, what? And I don't?"
"Baby, you're great but he's so good, it's stupid. Like, If we fused Michael Jordan, Kobe, and LeBron together, he still exceeds that level of talent."
"Stop the cap!" Recks retorted.
"No cap. As hyperbole as it sounds, he lives up to that hype. I just told you had a 20-20 season. There's like 7 NCAA legends who averaged 20 points and 20 rebounds in a season, the last one being Kermit Washington back in 1973. It's 2025, ain't nobody doing those kind of numbers except Ivan Frost, making him the 8th."
"Damn, you know your history huh." Recks says whom was impressed.
"As big as I am on women's basketball, I still follow and study the men's game. Men's basketball is the sole reason why women's basketball exist. Respect is due."
"I hear that. Okay, so why am I just hearing about him now If he's that much of a big deal?"
"Because, you went Hollywood and can't nobody tell you nothing! That little boy from Fresno got big headed."
"... This is also true." Recks couldn't deny it. L.A. life has been abundant to him, perhaps he was enjoying it a little "too" much. "So, he's that serious, huh?"
"Yeah. And with how the Clippers and Chicago sucked this year, one of them is going to land him. You better pray he goes to Chicago, or you'll be fighting for L.A. next season baby."
"And have you ever seen me back down from a fight? I may not be no seasoned vet, but I ain't letting no rookie check me. He's gonna have to kill me to run me outta L.A., this is OUR city." Recks doubled down on.
"True that, well, technically, it's MY city, until you win a championship here first. You best not disappoint me and Kobe."
"Nah, definitely not. Gotta bring a chip home for Kobe and his family. I gotta make up for the last two seasons I missed out on. You know I'ma do my best, always. And next season, I'ma show this Ivan cat up and let him know who's league this is."
"Good. You already lost to a girl, twice at that."
"You really not letting that go, huh? Told you it didn't count."
"Whatever, you just lucky nobody was here to see it."
"Know what, damn this. Run it back one more. Tired of you talking trash. Winner takes L.A."
A big grin runs across Khyri's face as she perk up and ready her-self, "I'ma make you work for this one. The Queen is home!"
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