June 12th, MMXXVI

There was two men. A really tall man, and a man who was certainly taller than average, but certainly not taller as the tall man. Both men loved to play basketball. They even were professional athletes in the National Basketball Association. One played for the New York Knicks, and the other for the San Antonio Spurs. The Knick player was a man named Jalen Brunson. The Spur player was a man named Victor Wembanyama. Wembanyama stood at an astonishingly 7'5 tall, while Brunson only stood between 6'1 barefoot, and 6'2 with his athletic shoes. It was like this was destined to fall in favor of Wembanyama.

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Height may be an advantage in the court, but it doesn't make you invincible from loss, doesn't it?

Brunson stood, his knuckles gripping a longsword, poised to the ground. "Let's do this last sword fight, and make the most of it, frog," he snarled.

An ordinary N.B.A athlete would've trembled under those words, especially that coming from Brunson. He dominated the court and led the Knicks to many great victories, but Wembanyama is no ordinary N.B.A athlete. He looked down on Brunson, sword on his right hand and a big, gilded shield with the logo of the Spurs, and retorted, "You talk a big game for someone that's about to get put in his place, you short ."

Then, it commenced.

As the steel of both Brunson and Wembanyama's swords clashed, they still haven't quit making the witty retorts pre-fight. Brunson was the first one to do so, adding, "Ya know, Wemby, you have that massive, behemoth height and yet you're still down 3-1 in the finals. How pathetic of you, you behemoth freak."

Wembanyama certainly did not take the insult lying down, "Don't get ahead of yourself, you little toothpick. De'Aaron was only a mere pushover, constantly letting the Spurs down. We will still kick your ass on the next game on Saturday," he retorted.

As the steel clashed, the duel only had it to be concluded in a tie, neither Brunson or Wembanyama having the upper hand.

Wembanyama snarled one last time before retreating. "I guess that was that. All of that only for it to end up in a tie. Can't wait to kick your ass in the next game, shortie."

Brunson certainly refused to retreat taking the insult lying down. He retorted once more, "We'll see about that, you behemoth scum. Bye, for now, frog."

And both sides retreated back to their homelands, confident they were going to humiliate the other team in the next game on Saturday.

wsp y'all, józef here

this is not one of my usual bots that I normally make

no this is not real i just wanted to make a narrative of the pfp above because I thought it would be funny

what is it then?

it's a shitpost it's not actually a bot I just found this image on YT and i thought it would be funny to make this

and yes before you waffle about "bro is a bit late" yes i was indeed late, the knicks won their third championship since 1973 this year and I'm making a shitpost about it literally after independence day