Meanwhile, Wilt made it to his old neighborhood where the bus dropped him off.

“Time to settle the score before making things right with Jamie,” Wilt stated.

“Wilt?” a voice called, making Wilt look down at the scoreboard imaginary friend, then he continued, “Oh my gosh! Wilt, is that you?”

“Stats?” Wilt questioned then cheered before kneeling down to his level, “Stats!”

“Wilt, it’s been so long. So, tell me, what brings you back to the hood?” Stats asked.

“I’ve come to see Larry,” Wilt answered in determination.

He went to the old basketball court, looking at the basket as more imaginary friends gathered around.

“Foul Larry!” Wilt called.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t Mr. Sore Loser,” Larry said from the corner of the basketball court.

He was wearing a robe over his large form.

“You’re late,” Larry said.

“Sorry, but I had some things to take care of,” Wilt told him.

“It’s been 30 years since I whooped your behind. Come back for more?” Larry asked.

“No, thanks. You know what I’m here for, Foul Larry, if that’s okay,” Wilt stated.

“A rematch, huh? ‘Nother game of 2-on-2?” Larry smirked, mock gasped, then reminded harshly, “Oh, wait! That’s right. Your little creator has gone away and left you all alone.”

Larry mocked him with baby talk and at this, Wilt was a bit effected, but soon recovered with the same determined look.

“Not to mention I heard you got something else to make up to someone else? What was the name again? Jamie?” Larry smirked.

“You need to leave her out of this. This is between you and me,” Wilt stated angrily.

“Oh and it’s a girl? Even better,” Larry remarked.

Wilt’s anger boiled more, making Larry chuckle.

“What do you think you gon’ do? You think if you beat me, your creator’ll forgive you? He’ll take you back? And this girl will want anything to do with you when you see her again? Well, forget it! They don’t want you no more! And you know why? ‘Cause you let them down. ‘Cause you’re a loser!” Larry said.

“Why don’t you prove it?” Wilt challenged.

He then undid his hood bundle to reveal a red, white, and blue basketball from back.

“Is that okay?” Wilt asked as he spun the ball on his finger.

Larry then took off his robe and approached Wilt, who actually towered over him by a couple feet.

“Scared, Shorty?” Larry said.

“Ready when you are,” Wilt answered.

(A/N Is it just me or is Wilt’s trash talk also polite in a way? Just curious.)

The crowd cheered and they were at it. Stats had the scoreboard set up and readied to throw the basketball up. Once he did, Larry got the ball and prepared to score a basket, but Wilt smacked it away and headed for the other basket, scoring a point. The crowd immediately cheered at that. Wilt continued scoring a good bit, having a 12-point lead, until Larry tripped him up, getting the ball. The crowd booed him for it.

“What? Whatchu lookin’ at? What’d I do? What’d I do?” Larry taunted with a smirk then took off.

Wilt got up and guarded his basket, but Larry charged and scored, knocking Wilt down again and leaving a silhouette of himself in the brickwall. With every time Larry scored, he would do so in a way that got Wilt hurt or shoved aside. The score was then 28 to 26 Wilt. Larry then tried to mess Wilt up, but he still got a basket. But Larry retaliated by getting him up, elbowing him, stomping on his foot, then smacking him away before scoring again. The crowd booed Larry as Wilt sat up, remembering the game between them and their creators.

Wilt remembered more of the first match he and his creator did between Larry and his creator. They went at it with the game when Wilt remembered Larry’s creator shoving his creator, making him angry.

He then resumed the present game, Larry continually cheating by hurting Wilt to get more points. Wilt laid on the ground as Stats went to him, the score being 48 to 47 Wilt.

He remembered when Stats had that same exact score in the first match with ten seconds left in the game. Wilt was on Larry while his creator was on Larry’s creator. This went on until Wilt prepared to block Larry’s shot. His creator went under Larry as the shot was released, but Wilt saw that Larry would land on him if he didn’t do something. So he missed the block and pushed his creator out of the way to where Larry landed on his left arm and the ball went through the basket and landed on his left eye. The score changed to 49 to 48 Larry as the time went out and Larry and his creator high-fived.

“Yeah, baby!” Larry’s creator cheered.

Wilt looked at them then his creator sadly.

“Aw, man! We lost!” Wilt’s creator said sadly.

It echoed in his mind and that was when the guilt of that very day started.

“Wilt! He’s going for a slam!” Stats yelled, snapping Wilt out of it.

He looked to see Larry, running at full speed to score.

“A slam?” Wilt asked before realizing what was going on.

“He’s gonna win!” Stats yelled.

Wilt snapped out of it and went to block the shot. It felt like everything went in slow motion until someone grabbed Wilt and pulled him out of the way by his stump arm. Larry slam dunked, the score went to 49 to 48 Larry as the time buzzer went off.

“Aw, yeah!!” Larry cheered then ran off as the crowd booed him.

Wilt laid on the ground in despair.

“I lost again. I can’t believe I lost again. Now he’ll never forgive me,” Wilt said, closing his eye.

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A/N Wilt! You didn’t have to do all this!