Waddup big fella

Chapter 1

The cheers had died down and the clapping  was a distant memory, a memory concealed within the walls of the arena. The cleaning staff were on the floor sweeping up the memories of the night before. The court was a capsule of a moment that meant so much to the boys.

After game five, they were sure it was going to be a repeat of last years finals.

(Dread and shock had washed over the team as the jumbotron displayed 'CLE: 137  GSW: 116'. The locker room was solemn. A rare lull hung over the usually boisterous players. Steve tried as hard as he could, he really did, to uplift his team but he new it was a lost cause. They just had to live with the loss. However, it wasn't the loss itself that that had them in a slump- they had lost before obviously, despite what mainstream media thinks, that feeling wasn't too out of sight- it was the fact that this could all be over a any moment. In any game. They could all easily go home with their tails between their legs giving away the Larry O'Brien trophy to the Cavs for another year. 

The headlines would read 'Warriors beaten by Cleveland Cavaliers for a second year!' They would be bombarded with 'how y'all loose a 3-1 lead twice?' tweets. Their faces would be memed to death. Their team would be the butt of every joke for the next month. They knew how this played out and they didn't want to live through that again.

No matter how many games they win; no matter how many unanimous MVPs Curry received; no matter how many records they break, that gut wrenching sound of the buzzer going off at the end of the fourth quarter, knowing they they were 21 points down, would always haunt their careers. Being in the shadow of every interview they did. Being the peripheral of every commercial they starred in. That this could potentially mark the downfall of the Warriors. Their winning streak could be over.)

They didn't allow themselves to wallow in self pity. They put in an immense mount of effort. Studying the plays harder than they had before. They were not going home empty handed. They were not failing their fans for another year.

Miraculously, it all payed off. 

The shot clock was rapidly counting down, finally hitting the '0.00' mark. 

The Championship was theirs.

Oracle erupted into a thunder of screams, cries and applause. Confetti rained for the ceiling and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. 

A sense of relief washed over them. Tears threatened to fall past the threshold of their eyes. All types of emotions flooded their heart, reminiscent of 2015- the first time the franchise had won a final since 1975. Evolving from bottom feeders to two time NBA champions! They had done it. They had defeated LeBron and his merry men for a second time.

No words could accurately convey the amount of happiness swelling in their chests. No Will Smith song could truly express the warmth radiating from their hearts. 

Joy. Pure unadulterated joy. The type of a joy a parent gets when their child first says their name. The type of joy a puppy feels when playing in a dog park after being cooped up inside all day. The type of joy an artist gets when they have their first standing ovation. The type of joy you feel when you get an A* on that paper you studied all night studying for. The type of joy you get when an event you were invited to and didn't really want to attend gets cancelled. 

They all came together hugging and cheering and sharing overly complicated handshakes. Celebrating their well deserved win. A blur of limbs, smiles and white jerseys.

Steph couldn't contain his happiness. He looked around the court for the other Splash Brother and when he found him, he engaged in an embrace so tight he was sure the taller man was going to crush him. With his face nuzzled in the curve of his neck, Klay whispered, "We did it Steph, we really did it!"