Chapter Index
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
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Coming Up on A Legend Is Born...
There's something about Sit that nobody knows... Not even Albino knows the truth.
What's his secret?
::: A Legend Is Born ::: (NBA Live 06)
for all the effort and hard work you put into this.
by Fresh8 on Wed Mar 29, 2006 8:32 am
So Far On: A Legend Is Born
NOTE: This is just a very quick review for those posters who haven't read the first chapters and want a quick review of the events so far... if it looks good to you, you can go back and read the individual chapters but these extracts sum up the story best. This is also to build up tension for the release of Chapter 8...
“You say you’ve never managed or coached a basketball team before?”
“Not one team sir but I hope you could look past this fact…”
“Mr Sit, it is hard to do so,” The man behind the desk said, “Our franchise needs an experienced General Manager, not someone who is trying to get a job with no background whatsoever in the field.”
Will Sit looked bitterly disappointed at the man and tapped his fingers loudly and rapidly on the desk; a sign of anxiety. His mind wandered off in the distance and started to spin with the many ideas he had thought up only just before his interview. The young man had visions of turning the franchise around.
“Mr Sit,” The man pointing a pen towards him with one hand and flipping a piece of paper with the other announced, “Congratulations. You’re hired.”
He snatched the pen from the man and hastily scribbled his signature on the contract. He put the pen down and stood up to reach his hand out to the man who had also gotten up out of his seat. Sit shook hands with his new boss.
“Your new office is on the top floor of this building, the team is waiting for you at the training centre down the road.”
Sit knew added one last comment, “It’s great to be with the Atlanta Hawks.”
- - -
Sit saw the Hawks’ legal adviser John O’Shea standing at the door. He waved at John and the other man waved back. He jogged up to greet John in the lobby.
“A bit hot to be playing in a suit,” John said.
John was a tall European man. His pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes earned him the nickname of Albino amongst his workmates in the Hawks’ organization.
John then said, “I came quickly to get you. I need to warn you that there’s a whole bunch of media outside waiting to see you.”
“What are they here for?”
John hesitantly told him, “The Stephon Marbury was just vetoed by the board of directors only fifteen minutes ago. I’m sorry.”
- - -
Rob Wilson was a successful businessman back in his ‘hey day.’ The middle aged family man joined the Hawks as a financial adviser and was promoted to the board of directors due to his brilliant track record. If there was anyone that Atlanta could rely on to increase sales and popularity, this man was him. Rob was a religious man and loved his sport. More importantly though was the fact that the entire front office of the Hawks franchise had trust in him. The board consisted of five men and Rob was the president of it. He was the one who convinced the others to agree to veto the Stephon Marbury trade.
There was a knock at the door and a lady opened the door to announce Sit’s arrival. He burst through the doors once the lady had stepped out and smashed the door closed behind him. His appearance was nothing more than utterly unimpressive.
“How dare you stop my first move,” Sit boldly claimed, pointing his finger at Rob, “How could you? I’m doing this franchise a favour!”
Sit’s face looked like it was about to explode and his eyes were full of rage.
“Calm down good man,” Soothed the plump faced Wilson, “Let’s handle this properly.”
“Handle this properly? You guys just freaking broke off a very, important trade!”
A member on the left of Wilson replied, “The board doesn’t approve your actions.”
“I’m bloody saving this entire franchise. I’m the GM, I get the final say.”
One man added, “The board won’t agree with you on this topic Mr Sit. The decision is final!”
Sit couldn’t take it, he felt that it wasn’t fair that he was being ordered by someone in an inferior position to where he was.
“You won’t let me make choices,” Sit questioned, his fists clenched tightly and his body shaking, “Why?”
“Because you are too young, too inexperienced…”
“Or is it because I don’t have the same qualifications as you and I got a better job or is it because I don’t have a trophy wife at home who doesn’t love me?”
The board members all whispered and cursed under their breath as Sit continued, “So how much did Mr Wilson bribe you with?”
Rob rose from his chair and struck his hand on the table. Sit picked up his glass of water and sipped it.
“How dare you speak of us like that?” Rob asked.
Sit shouted back, “I’m not here to fight. Now that I know what kind of scum I work with, I fully understand why Atlanta is so awful. I have come to realise that this board is not worth my time.”
“You little…”
Rob couldn’t finish as the water from Sit’s glass splashed into his face. Sit put the glass down hard and turned to walk to the door.
“You may have won this time,” He shouted at the board members who were holding back Rob Wilson from lunging at him, “But you haven’t seen the last of me.”
- - -
“The NBA season hasn’t ever begun and you’re fighting already,” Barry clearly said, “I can’t accept or tolerate this type of unprofessional behaviour. All I ask of both of you is to put everything aside and work together in the future. I want to move along peacefully and I expect no further unwanted attention.”
Sit and Wilson nodded, understanding where the boss was coming from. Sit offered to shake Wilson’s hand but the other man just sneered and walked out of the room. Sit shrugged and sighed at the same time. He smiled for the first time since the Marbury Meeting and thought, I won this time.
“Thanks Mr Johnston for sticking up for me.”
“I wasn’t sticking up for anybody,” Johnston replied, “I do what I think is right and I don’t think that the two of you grown men should act like five year olds in the workplace. Just work hard and do your best from now on.”
“Welcome to the season opener for the Atlanta Hawks,” A booming voice over the public announcement system stated, “Let’s hear it for the visitors and please stand in memory of the victims of Hurricane Katrina… the Oklahoma City, New Orleans Hornets!”
The crowd clapped and stood as the visiting side waved in appreciation. Rookie Chris Paul led the other Hornets’ starters onto the court amid a mixture of cheers and boos before the real cheering began to echo around the stadium.
“And now,” The low voice began, “Put your hands together for your Atlanta Hawks!”
Within a few seconds, the crowd seemed to erupt as everyone stayed out of their seats to applaud the home team onto the hardwood. One by one, the Hawks’ starting five filed onto the court and the bench followed to form a huddle. Sit moved out of his seat to join the players’ huddle.
“All right boys; let’s win this one for Jason. We’re going to decimate the Hornets tonight- I can feel it!” Sit shouted amid the noise of the crowd.
Everybody put their hand into the centre of the circle except for Al Harrington who was looking around the court aimlessly.
“What’s up Al, something wrong?” Sit asked out of uncertainty.
“Stop posing. You didn’t even know him.”
“Know who?”
“Jason,” Harrington screamed before leaving the circle.
Sit heard him grumble, “Poser,” as Harrington walked towards the middle of the court.
He smiled and told the group, “I guess it’s a really touchy subject. I respect what Al has to say. Anyway boys, just play your best out there. On three: one, two, three!”
The players shouted, “Hawks!”
- - -
Losses were coming left, right and centre for the Hawks. Atlanta was riding a three game losing streak and after a 102-109 loss to the Seattle Supersonics, the team was kept back and punished by Coach Mike Woodson.
“I want one hundred percent accuracy,” Woodson commanded boldly, “We can’t afford to miss any more lay ups, just like in tonight’s game.”
The drill went smoothly but rather slowly for another five minutes and Woodson was satisfied to change the drill. Rookie Marvin Williams then slipped and missed his lay up. Woodson’s eyes bulged and his fists were clenched tightly.
The coach screamed in anger, “Down for thirty!”
The players groaned and half of them glared angrily toward Williams. Everyone started their new set of push ups and did them as silently as they could. In the midst of the grunts of the players doing their push ups, there was a sudden cry of pain that filled the air. The assistant coaches ran on to the court from the sideline to see what was going on.
“It’s only a cramp!” One of the assistant coaches yelled to Woodson who was standing on the sideline with his hands folded on his chest.
Sit’s black leather shoes didn’t make a sound as he walked forwards.
“Are you trying to kill these guys?”
Woodson shuffled backwards and replied, “This is how I coach. No one tells me what to do.”
Sit looked up at the taller man and barked, “These guys have just come out of a game and you give them drills for an extra two hours. This is inhumane and negligent!”
“They lose and they pay the price,” Woodson stated calmly, “Don’t get involved in this business Sit. You have no right nor no idea on what happens when you’re a coach. You’re only a GM… mate.”
Woodson put extra emphasis on the word ‘mate’ and Sit shoved Woodson forcefully. A few of the players stepped in quickly and held Sit back.
Sit struggled to get to Woodson and he shouted out aloud, “I’d be dead too if I’ve been playing for four f*cking hours.”
Woodson chuckled, “What happened to winning? How can we win if we don’t play well? If you want to win so much, this is the price you pay for it.”
Sit had nothing to say to respond to it.
“Hypocrite.”
Sit thrashed around in the arms of the players holding him back from throwing a fist in Woodson’s face. Woodson laughed before turning to leave; his accusation of Sit being a hypocrite had had the affect that he had hoped to see. As he reached the entrance to the foyer that led to the changing rooms, he turned around.
“You can’t sack me or sue me because I’ve done nothing wrong,” Woodson taunted Sit.
- - -
“Well, there seems to be a problem here with the Atlanta Hawks. On the sideline in front of their bench it seems that a small Asian man in a Kobe jersey is having a shouting match with the coach of the Atlanta Hawks,” Charles Barkley spoke into his mic, “We have Mike who is now courtside. Mike, what is going on down there near the Hawks’ bench?”
“Charles, there is only little less than two minutes remaining in the game and the Knicks are winning 92 to 77. It seems that GM of the Hawks; Will Sit, has started to argue with Mike Woodson; the Hawks’ coach.”
Charles Barkley then blurted out, “Hold on Mike, look there! Al Harrington appears to be challenging someone to fight.”
Mike turned around and the cameraman zoomed in toward the sideline close to the home team’s bench.
Mike then said, “Looks like Will Sit has taken up the challenge.”
There was a slight pause before Mike added, “Ouch, now that’s got to hurt.”
“Will Sit has just been nailed down by Al Harrington,” A grinning Barkley stated, enjoying the show.
“He’s out cold...” Mike reported.
Sit’s body lay motionless on the sideline as Harrington was being restrained.
Charles Barkley announced, “I think we should go to a short break” before he joked, “TKO!”
TO BE CONTINUED...
NOTE: This is just a very quick review for those posters who haven't read the first chapters and want a quick review of the events so far... if it looks good to you, you can go back and read the individual chapters but these extracts sum up the story best. This is also to build up tension for the release of Chapter 8...
“You say you’ve never managed or coached a basketball team before?”
“Not one team sir but I hope you could look past this fact…”
“Mr Sit, it is hard to do so,” The man behind the desk said, “Our franchise needs an experienced General Manager, not someone who is trying to get a job with no background whatsoever in the field.”
Will Sit looked bitterly disappointed at the man and tapped his fingers loudly and rapidly on the desk; a sign of anxiety. His mind wandered off in the distance and started to spin with the many ideas he had thought up only just before his interview. The young man had visions of turning the franchise around.
“Mr Sit,” The man pointing a pen towards him with one hand and flipping a piece of paper with the other announced, “Congratulations. You’re hired.”
He snatched the pen from the man and hastily scribbled his signature on the contract. He put the pen down and stood up to reach his hand out to the man who had also gotten up out of his seat. Sit shook hands with his new boss.
“Your new office is on the top floor of this building, the team is waiting for you at the training centre down the road.”
Sit knew added one last comment, “It’s great to be with the Atlanta Hawks.”
- - -
Sit saw the Hawks’ legal adviser John O’Shea standing at the door. He waved at John and the other man waved back. He jogged up to greet John in the lobby.
“A bit hot to be playing in a suit,” John said.
John was a tall European man. His pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes earned him the nickname of Albino amongst his workmates in the Hawks’ organization.
John then said, “I came quickly to get you. I need to warn you that there’s a whole bunch of media outside waiting to see you.”
“What are they here for?”
John hesitantly told him, “The Stephon Marbury was just vetoed by the board of directors only fifteen minutes ago. I’m sorry.”
- - -
Rob Wilson was a successful businessman back in his ‘hey day.’ The middle aged family man joined the Hawks as a financial adviser and was promoted to the board of directors due to his brilliant track record. If there was anyone that Atlanta could rely on to increase sales and popularity, this man was him. Rob was a religious man and loved his sport. More importantly though was the fact that the entire front office of the Hawks franchise had trust in him. The board consisted of five men and Rob was the president of it. He was the one who convinced the others to agree to veto the Stephon Marbury trade.
There was a knock at the door and a lady opened the door to announce Sit’s arrival. He burst through the doors once the lady had stepped out and smashed the door closed behind him. His appearance was nothing more than utterly unimpressive.
“How dare you stop my first move,” Sit boldly claimed, pointing his finger at Rob, “How could you? I’m doing this franchise a favour!”
Sit’s face looked like it was about to explode and his eyes were full of rage.
“Calm down good man,” Soothed the plump faced Wilson, “Let’s handle this properly.”
“Handle this properly? You guys just freaking broke off a very, important trade!”
A member on the left of Wilson replied, “The board doesn’t approve your actions.”
“I’m bloody saving this entire franchise. I’m the GM, I get the final say.”
One man added, “The board won’t agree with you on this topic Mr Sit. The decision is final!”
Sit couldn’t take it, he felt that it wasn’t fair that he was being ordered by someone in an inferior position to where he was.
“You won’t let me make choices,” Sit questioned, his fists clenched tightly and his body shaking, “Why?”
“Because you are too young, too inexperienced…”
“Or is it because I don’t have the same qualifications as you and I got a better job or is it because I don’t have a trophy wife at home who doesn’t love me?”
The board members all whispered and cursed under their breath as Sit continued, “So how much did Mr Wilson bribe you with?”
Rob rose from his chair and struck his hand on the table. Sit picked up his glass of water and sipped it.
“How dare you speak of us like that?” Rob asked.
Sit shouted back, “I’m not here to fight. Now that I know what kind of scum I work with, I fully understand why Atlanta is so awful. I have come to realise that this board is not worth my time.”
“You little…”
Rob couldn’t finish as the water from Sit’s glass splashed into his face. Sit put the glass down hard and turned to walk to the door.
“You may have won this time,” He shouted at the board members who were holding back Rob Wilson from lunging at him, “But you haven’t seen the last of me.”
- - -
“The NBA season hasn’t ever begun and you’re fighting already,” Barry clearly said, “I can’t accept or tolerate this type of unprofessional behaviour. All I ask of both of you is to put everything aside and work together in the future. I want to move along peacefully and I expect no further unwanted attention.”
Sit and Wilson nodded, understanding where the boss was coming from. Sit offered to shake Wilson’s hand but the other man just sneered and walked out of the room. Sit shrugged and sighed at the same time. He smiled for the first time since the Marbury Meeting and thought, I won this time.
“Thanks Mr Johnston for sticking up for me.”
“I wasn’t sticking up for anybody,” Johnston replied, “I do what I think is right and I don’t think that the two of you grown men should act like five year olds in the workplace. Just work hard and do your best from now on.”
“Welcome to the season opener for the Atlanta Hawks,” A booming voice over the public announcement system stated, “Let’s hear it for the visitors and please stand in memory of the victims of Hurricane Katrina… the Oklahoma City, New Orleans Hornets!”
The crowd clapped and stood as the visiting side waved in appreciation. Rookie Chris Paul led the other Hornets’ starters onto the court amid a mixture of cheers and boos before the real cheering began to echo around the stadium.
“And now,” The low voice began, “Put your hands together for your Atlanta Hawks!”
Within a few seconds, the crowd seemed to erupt as everyone stayed out of their seats to applaud the home team onto the hardwood. One by one, the Hawks’ starting five filed onto the court and the bench followed to form a huddle. Sit moved out of his seat to join the players’ huddle.
“All right boys; let’s win this one for Jason. We’re going to decimate the Hornets tonight- I can feel it!” Sit shouted amid the noise of the crowd.
Everybody put their hand into the centre of the circle except for Al Harrington who was looking around the court aimlessly.
“What’s up Al, something wrong?” Sit asked out of uncertainty.
“Stop posing. You didn’t even know him.”
“Know who?”
“Jason,” Harrington screamed before leaving the circle.
Sit heard him grumble, “Poser,” as Harrington walked towards the middle of the court.
He smiled and told the group, “I guess it’s a really touchy subject. I respect what Al has to say. Anyway boys, just play your best out there. On three: one, two, three!”
The players shouted, “Hawks!”
- - -
Losses were coming left, right and centre for the Hawks. Atlanta was riding a three game losing streak and after a 102-109 loss to the Seattle Supersonics, the team was kept back and punished by Coach Mike Woodson.
“I want one hundred percent accuracy,” Woodson commanded boldly, “We can’t afford to miss any more lay ups, just like in tonight’s game.”
The drill went smoothly but rather slowly for another five minutes and Woodson was satisfied to change the drill. Rookie Marvin Williams then slipped and missed his lay up. Woodson’s eyes bulged and his fists were clenched tightly.
The coach screamed in anger, “Down for thirty!”
The players groaned and half of them glared angrily toward Williams. Everyone started their new set of push ups and did them as silently as they could. In the midst of the grunts of the players doing their push ups, there was a sudden cry of pain that filled the air. The assistant coaches ran on to the court from the sideline to see what was going on.
“It’s only a cramp!” One of the assistant coaches yelled to Woodson who was standing on the sideline with his hands folded on his chest.
Sit’s black leather shoes didn’t make a sound as he walked forwards.
“Are you trying to kill these guys?”
Woodson shuffled backwards and replied, “This is how I coach. No one tells me what to do.”
Sit looked up at the taller man and barked, “These guys have just come out of a game and you give them drills for an extra two hours. This is inhumane and negligent!”
“They lose and they pay the price,” Woodson stated calmly, “Don’t get involved in this business Sit. You have no right nor no idea on what happens when you’re a coach. You’re only a GM… mate.”
Woodson put extra emphasis on the word ‘mate’ and Sit shoved Woodson forcefully. A few of the players stepped in quickly and held Sit back.
Sit struggled to get to Woodson and he shouted out aloud, “I’d be dead too if I’ve been playing for four f*cking hours.”
Woodson chuckled, “What happened to winning? How can we win if we don’t play well? If you want to win so much, this is the price you pay for it.”
Sit had nothing to say to respond to it.
“Hypocrite.”
Sit thrashed around in the arms of the players holding him back from throwing a fist in Woodson’s face. Woodson laughed before turning to leave; his accusation of Sit being a hypocrite had had the affect that he had hoped to see. As he reached the entrance to the foyer that led to the changing rooms, he turned around.
“You can’t sack me or sue me because I’ve done nothing wrong,” Woodson taunted Sit.
- - -
“Well, there seems to be a problem here with the Atlanta Hawks. On the sideline in front of their bench it seems that a small Asian man in a Kobe jersey is having a shouting match with the coach of the Atlanta Hawks,” Charles Barkley spoke into his mic, “We have Mike who is now courtside. Mike, what is going on down there near the Hawks’ bench?”
“Charles, there is only little less than two minutes remaining in the game and the Knicks are winning 92 to 77. It seems that GM of the Hawks; Will Sit, has started to argue with Mike Woodson; the Hawks’ coach.”
Charles Barkley then blurted out, “Hold on Mike, look there! Al Harrington appears to be challenging someone to fight.”
Mike turned around and the cameraman zoomed in toward the sideline close to the home team’s bench.
Mike then said, “Looks like Will Sit has taken up the challenge.”
There was a slight pause before Mike added, “Ouch, now that’s got to hurt.”
“Will Sit has just been nailed down by Al Harrington,” A grinning Barkley stated, enjoying the show.
“He’s out cold...” Mike reported.
Sit’s body lay motionless on the sideline as Harrington was being restrained.
Charles Barkley announced, “I think we should go to a short break” before he joked, “TKO!”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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by -BHZMAFIA- on Wed Mar 29, 2006 10:55 am
You are too consistent with your writing. I wish I could write that much on a consistent basis 
That is what makes your dynasties so unique. Keep doing what you do!
That is what makes your dynasties so unique. Keep doing what you do!
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by Fresh8 on Wed Mar 29, 2006 10:04 pm
Thanks for the comments guys. Part 2 of this will come tomoz, give me some time to post the next chapter. I'm just currently bogged down by damn assesment... Gotta finish Economics before I do this. Plus gotta spend more time with my gf before she goes off to Japan on Friday....
Anyways... just to ask Mafia. What do you mean by consistent?
Anyways... just to ask Mafia. What do you mean by consistent?
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by The_Flying_Tomato on Thu Mar 30, 2006 5:09 am
i'm 16, 17 on may 30
benji wrote:We're still on that stupidity? Giving Kidd the MVP in 2002 is as bad as giving Nash the MVP in any year...
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by The_Flying_Tomato on Thu Mar 30, 2006 2:40 pm
yeh. anyone NOT born on may gets pwned by may bdays
benji wrote:We're still on that stupidity? Giving Kidd the MVP in 2002 is as bad as giving Nash the MVP in any year...
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by The_Flying_Tomato on Thu Mar 30, 2006 5:55 pm
H_Rock... HOLY CRAP.
anyway, when's teh update, Sit? Some recap crap ain't gonna do it for me, man
anyway, when's teh update, Sit? Some recap crap ain't gonna do it for me, man
benji wrote:We're still on that stupidity? Giving Kidd the MVP in 2002 is as bad as giving Nash the MVP in any year...
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by Fresh8 on Thu Mar 30, 2006 10:54 pm
haha it will come when i finish my eco assignment and i see my girlfriend off tomoz at 2:45 pm... shes going to japan... maybe I can finish it tomoz night! Wish me luck...
May pwns April!
May pwns April!
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by Fresh8 on Fri Mar 31, 2006 1:23 am
I feel like ranting to myself: Im off to bed after finishing this damn economics essay... and yeh... dreading this afternoon cause my girlfriend leaves on a plane to Japan.. for six months... noo... 
lol
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by The_Flying_Tomato on Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:23 am
get teh sects out of her first 
j/k. Just ball harder, and go to the NBA, you'll be fine after that.
j/k. Just ball harder, and go to the NBA, you'll be fine after that.
benji wrote:We're still on that stupidity? Giving Kidd the MVP in 2002 is as bad as giving Nash the MVP in any year...
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by Jing on Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:01 pm
Sit wrote:I feel like ranting to myself: Im off to bed after finishing this damn economics essay... and yeh... dreading this afternoon cause my girlfriend leaves on a plane to Japan.. for six months... noo...
holy fuckin shit lol. 6 month, some kind of exchange or something?
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by The_Flying_Tomato on Sat Apr 01, 2006 9:19 am
they forced your mother to have you that day so it would happen
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