Suppression and Escalation!

Suppression and Getting Carried Away! Westbrook had always been explosive, and he liked—perhaps even enjoyed—the feeling of battling through contact in midair.

First, he initiated contact. Either he knocked the defender aside, or... he got the whistle.

Then he shot while off balance, made it, got the 2+1, and the whole arena erupted.

Even if it did not go in, it was still an incredibly tough attack, making his opponent unwilling to underestimate his drives next time.

Or even fear them.

This time...?

Tweet! Tweet!

The referee blew the whistle.

George had hit Westbrook on the arm while defending in the air. It was indeed a foul.

George could only use a foul to stop Westbrook's charge at the rim.

What came next was the moment Westbrook enjoyed most.

A moment he enjoyed whether the shot went in or not.

As he fell off balance, twisting his body, he used his powerful core strength to forcibly complete a relatively normal shooting motion.

This shot...?!

Swish!

It banked in.

Westbrook completed a beautiful 2+1.

"This..."

George felt somewhat helpless.

Westbrook had charged in too quickly, and that instant burst of explosiveness had been too astonishing.

He truly could not keep up.

If he had not fouled just now, he would basically have been posterized for sure.

Rather than that—

A tactical foul was better. Who would have thought... that even while badly off balance, Westbrook would still make it?

There was really nothing he could do.

As long as he was not in serious foul trouble, George would still choose to defend that way next time.

Even if it meant giving up a 2+1.

He still could not let Westbrook make a morale-boosting poster dunk.

Swish!

The Free throw went in as well.

Westbrook was fired up from the opening tip.