Postgame Press Conference - Titancore Center.
The lights were hot, the room buzzing.
Reporters bombarded LaVonte with questions — "Was it personal?" "Did Ryan say something to provoke you?" "Was there trash talk involved?"
It wasn't just the dominant performance that raised eyebrows — it was the tone of it.
LaVonte had always played with edge, sure. And if someone dared chirp at him, he'd respond the way stars do — maybe a chase-down block, maybe a poster dunk, but nothing beyond that. He'd keep it moving.
But tonight?
He hunted Ryan Carter across four quarters like a man on a mission.
The whole arena could feel it — this wasn't basketball beef, it was something else.
Naturally, the media wanted the scoop.
But LaVonte just smirked, leaned back in his chair, and gave vague, half-playful answers. "Nah, man, it's all love. Just competing,"
He wasn't giving them anything real.
