Prologue β βPregameβ
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authorβs note: very short but itβll show you a glimpse into the bigger story <3 first chapter will come soon i promise! comment to be added to the taglist
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CHAMPIONSHIP PRE-GAME SHOW β OCTOBER 29TH 2027
Ryan Ruocco and Rebecca Lobo have been covering the WNBA championship game for years. Today is no different.
βAfter being sidelined with a knee strain for the past 6 games, AKA the entirety of the Finals series thus fair β Wings star Paige Bueckers will finally make her WNBA finals debut tonight, back in the stateβ¦β Ryan paused, voice trailing off, as the broadcast screen transitioned into another set of colorsβ different photos coming into clear view.Β
It starts with images of a young blonde in a high school uniform, flashed on the broadcast. Media day headshots. A back to back picture with a girl with a curly ponytail, both in royal blue uniforms. An action image of her scoring a layup.Β
Then, the broadcast pauses on one singular image: an even younger version of the girl standing in the middle of a courtyard. Itβs a scrappy picture, slightly blurry and so against the light you can barely see her face. Her hair is barely pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a faded purple Minnesota Vikings shirt to go along with black basketball shorts that barely went below the knee. Thereβs clearly an arm around her shoulder, but the image is cropped just enough to conceal whoever it was on the other side.
β...Where it all started,β he finishes.Β
βLetβs not forget Ryan,β Rebecca looks over to her left, clasping her arms on the desk. βMinnesota isnβt only the home of Paige Bueckers. Itβs the place her and Azzi Fudd built a girlsβ basketball legacy.β
The cropped image expands, revealing a young girl with tan skin and two frizzy french braids, wearing a bright yellow LA Sparks shirt so big it almost swallows her whole. They have their arms around eachother, smiles almost as bright as the sun behind them.Β
Then, from being merely a screen behind the bodies of Ryan Ruocco and Rebecca Lobo, the camera zooms in, fading into playing the full screen on broadcast, no blur, no pixel.
The picture fades as a pre-edited video begins to play.Β
A clip of the young blonde and the girl with french braids in what looks to be their younger years of high school. You can immediately spot the light wood court with blue accents, the blue colored stands, a sold out crowd screaming behind them β and the excited voice of the commentator.Β
βBueckers dribbles down the court, fakes the shot, passes to the cornerβ¦. Bueckers to FUDDβ¦ YES!β
Flash forward to an interview with the two girls, now grown up, wearing UCONN jerseys across their chests.Β
Paige faces the camera, a smile growing on her face. βYeah, sheβs like my best friend,β she says. Azzi nods, and smiles back, facing Paige this time.
βWe do everything together.β
An old video from 2019 during the Overtime Girls Basketball season; a split screen. The game on the left, the broadcast room featuring Breanna Stewart and Sabrina Ionescu on the right. Sabrina turns to her left.Β
βPaige and Azzi are a pretty damn good duo, donβt you think?β Stewie nods.
βOh, definitely. Best backcourt in the nation, no doubt about it.β
Just then, the clip shows Paige weaving a pass to a cutting Azzi backdoor between two defenders. Azzi gets to the rim for a reverse, just as the opponent reaches her hand too far in an attempt to block the shot. It gets called for a foul. And-1.Β
βTheyβre unstoppable,β Stewart says.Β
And as she watches the two girls celebrate the And-1, with Paigeβs arm slinged around Azzi, both having big bright smiles on their faces β she adds, almost in a whisper, a combination of shock and awe: βSomething undeniable.β
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Thatβs when Paige shuts off the broadcast. She doesnβt need to listen to a story she already lived. Interviews she remembers getting ready for, quotes that were echoed to her during family dinners, internet commentary she used to replay constantly, pictures with memories she canβt bring herself to revisit.Β
Paige canβt afford to be wasting time remembering a version of herself, a version of Azzi, that no longer exists. She has a championship to win at 7PM tonight.Β