I really wanted to fight for the realm. It's not LeBron's realm, it's not Jordan's realm, it's not Adam's realm... it's OUR realm. But, I was injured- hoping that Kyrie would take my place, of course, the mediadel wouldn't allow it. That damn mediadel.
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But Kyrie was a fighter. My point-guard was a fighter. We built up a team of snubbed players to finally... once and for all, get back at the mediadel for all the wrongdoings they have done to us.
And Kyrie, being the artist and genius he is got us a weapon- a real big scaly one at that.
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We were scanning our grand entry to attack the palace. The torches in the tunnels of Brooklyn were dimly lit, Kyrie laid out some papers and let us all gather around.
