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NBA Champions (Choi Yewon / Arin)

The crescendo of the crowd's roar reverberated through Ball Arena in Denver, Colorado. Each cheer is a testament to the electrifying climax of Game 5 in the 2023 NBA Finals. The Denver Nuggets, led by their indomitable shooting guard Y/N, stood on the brink of history, their hearts pounding in sync with the ticking seconds on the scoreboard. It was a moment of pure adrenaline and anticipation, where every dribble, every pass, could tip the scales in favour of glory or despair.

Earlier that evening

In the locker room, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation.

"You ready for this?" Jamal Murray asked, his eyes glinting with determination.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. 

"Been ready my whole life."

Coach Malone stepped in, his voice steady and filled with conviction. "This is our moment, team. We've worked for this. We've bled for this. Let's make it count."

The team huddled, a unified force, their hands coming together in a circle of solidarity. As the chant of "Nuggets on three!" echoed through the room, you felt a surge of adrenaline, the magnitude of the night sinking in.

As you walked out of the locker room, your eyes scanned the sea of faces in the crowd, searching for Arin. She had always been there, every step of the way, her presence a calming balm amidst the chaos of your career. And there she was, near the scorer's table, and present with your city edition jersey. Her face lit up as she spotted you.

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The pregame warm-ups were a blur of familiar routines and focused drills.

The ball felt right in your hands, each shot an affirmation of your readiness. You glanced over at Nikola Jokic, his calm demeanour a stark contrast to the tension in the arena.

"Let's play our game," he said, giving you a nod.

"You got this kid," Aaron Gordon said as he ruffled your hair.

"Thanks chief, much needed." You replied as you did your signature handshake with him.

Murray's pre-game ritual of taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment seemed longer tonight, a silent preparation for the battle ahead. You mirrored his action, centring yourself in the moment.

Arin's voice rang in your ears from your pre-game conversation, her words a soothing mantra. 

"You've got this, Y/Nnie. Trust in yourself, like I trust in you."

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The announcer's voice boomed through the arena as the starting lineups were introduced, the atmosphere electric with anticipation.

"IT'S TIME TO MEET YOUR DENVER NUGGETS!" The announcer yelled, his voice resonating through the packed stadium as the crowd responded with a deafening roar, their energy palpable.

"AT CENTRE, FROM SOMBOR, SERBIA, NUMBER ONE FIVE, NIKOLA JOKIC!"

The crowd's applause grew even louder, a wave of admiration for the 2 time MVP who had become the heart and soul of the team. Jokic stepped forward, raising his hands to acknowledge the fans, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the frenzied atmosphere.

"AND AT GUARD, FROM DUKE, NUMBER NINE, Y/N L/N!"

Your name echoed through the arena, and a surge of pride coursed through you. The cheers seemed to vibrate in your chest as you stepped forward, the noise almost overwhelming. You scanned the sea of faces, picking out your family and friends in the crowd, their faces beaming with pride.