I haven't done a story in a while, and since I have spare time, here's one:
Meet his Demands, or Else...
"Great job team," said Rick Adelman after three hours of practice in Houston. Much to the team's disagreement, Rick had called practice before their flight to Dallas, as they will face an easy team in the Mavs. "We need to win next game, losing against an easy team will not please Daryl Morey." continued Rick Adelman.
"Coach, you led his team to a championship, a 60-win season, and now a commanding 11-1 record, why would Morey be angry at you?" asked Donte Greene. Greene had worked very hard, was drenched in sweat, but had sat down to take a huge gulp of his gatorade. "Because he's a douchebag who put together a fluke team that's why," said Brad Halstead. Brad had actually done the drills with the team, but put in no effort as he had not even broken a sweat. "He wants to continue this fluke streak, this was the least likely team to win a championship last season." Brad continued.
"I think you're confusing your Fresno St. days to right now," said Gregory Costa whom, like Greene, had worked hard. "Just because you were starter in AAU Basketball, in high school, and Fresno St., doesn't mean you'll be one on a championship team, so just shut your mouth, before someone sticks you," said Kevin Martin angrily.
"You're not exactly the toughest guy in the NBA, you got your ass whooped by Kobe and Ron Artest last season in the Conference Finals," replied Brad. "Next practice, you will bench press 200 pounds until your arms break as punishment for your words, you hear me Brad?" said Rick Adelman. He left to his office in an angry mood. He opened the door of his office, and found Daryl Morey sitting in his chair.
"Daryl, what are you doing here?" asked a puzzled Rick. "Just checking out the team that I put together, never hurts to do so," replied Morey with a grin. "Well you don't have to come into my office without permission," said Rick. "I'm sorry," said Morey, getting up out of Rick's chair.
There were two sudden loud bangs on the door. "For god's sake, is it necessary to make such a loud bang!" yelled Rick. Kevin Martin burst in with blood pouring down his nose. "I WILL NOT TAKE ANYMORE OF HIS SHIT!" Kevin Martin yelled at the top of his lungs. "MUTHERFUCKER BRAD JUST PUNCHED ME IN THE NOSE AND RAN OFF! IF THIS KEEPS UP I DEMAND A FUCKING TRADE, I DON'T CARE IF I DON'T WIN A CHAMPIONSHIP, EITHER HE GOES OR I GO!" yelled Kevin Martin again and went to the locker room to pack his bags.
Daryl Morey, Rick Adelman, and the rest of the team were left in shock, they had never seen that Kevin Martin before.