NBA: Built to Dominate

The North Shore Garden Arena was still buzzing with disbelief.

Even though the broken hoop had been replaced and reinforced, the psychological impact of Alex Mo's dunk had shaken Massachusetts to its core.

The crowd murmured in awe, unable to move past the surreal image of the shattered rim lying in pieces on the hardwood floor. The noise had faded, replaced by a hushed reverence for the young phenom who had single-handedly rewritten expectations.

"I still can't believe it, Mo."

On the Georgetown bench, forward Jerome Williams shook his head in amazement.

"This is an NBA arena, and you just... destroyed it."

Mo shrugged with a grin, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Guess it wasn't built to handle me."

Iverson laughed, slapping Mo's shoulder.

"Man, I told you, Jerome. You get used to it after a while. This is just what Mo does."

Jerome exhaled, still in shock. "I dunno if I wanna get used to it, A.I. Every time I think I've seen it all, he does something crazier."

Massachusetts Crumbles Under Pressure

The game resumed, but it was clear something had changed.

The players of Massachusetts, who once stood tall with confidence, now eyed Alex Mo with a mix of fear and resignation.

Even Marcus Camby, the so-called best big man of '96, struggled to maintain his composure.

Meanwhile, Georgetown thrived.

With their confidence soaring, they extended their lead effortlessly, knocking down threes and dominating the boards.

By halftime, the scoreboard read:

Georgetown 59 - Massachusetts 35

It was no longer a contest—it was a demolition.

Coach Calipari's Desperate Plea

Inside the Massachusetts locker room, head coach John Calipari paced furiously.

"This isn't some pick-up game, boys!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. "This is the NCAA Elite Eight!"

He pointed directly at Camby, eyes burning with intensity.

"Marcus, you are the leader of this team. You wanna go pro? Show them you're the real deal!"

Camby, wiping sweat from his face, nodded stiffly. He knew what was at stake—his legacy, his draft stock, his pride.

"I haven't given up, Coach," Camby said through clenched teeth. "I won't let him take my spot."

Second Half: Mo Dominates Camby Once Again

The game resumed with Massachusetts trying to make adjustments.

They went back to their bread and butter—feeding Camby in the post.

Camby, determined to regain some dignity, unleashed his version of the "Dream Shake," faking one way before spinning back for a soft hook shot.

But Mo Was Ready.

Just as Camby thought he'd found an opening, Mo, who had initially fallen for the fake, sprung up off the ground with terrifying speed.

BAM!

A resounding block echoed through the arena as Mo sent the ball flying into the stands.

The crowd erupted.

"Oh my goodness!" the commentator shouted. "Alex Mo just spiked Camby's shot into the second row!"

"That's his fifth block on Camby tonight!" another commentator chimed in.

Camby stood frozen, staring at his hands as if they had betrayed him.

It was official—he had no answer for Alex Mo.

Commentators Call It: "Mo Is The Best Big Man"

Watching from courtside, ESPN analysts began to shift the narrative.

"At this point, Marcus Camby isn't even in the conversation anymore," one said.

"Forget best center of '96," another added. "Alex Mo might be the best player, period. Unless he chooses to skip the draft, there's no way he isn't going top three."

The consensus was clear.

Marcus Camby, once considered a lock for the No. 1 pick, was being completely overshadowed.

Camby's Realization: The Dream Is Over

As the game slipped further away from Massachusetts, Camby's frustration grew.

Every time he touched the ball, Mo was there.

Every shot was contested, every move countered.

The final nail in the coffin came when Camby attempted one last desperate drive, only for Mo to strip the ball from him cleanly and sprint coast-to-coast for another monster jam.

The crowd groaned.

Camby lowered his head.

He knew it—his reign was over.

Final Score: Georgetown Advances in Style

The final buzzer sounded, confirming what everyone already knew:

Georgetown 92 - Massachusetts 62

The Hoyas had punched their ticket to the Final Four with a resounding 30-point victory.

Mo finished with an unbelievable stat line:

33 points18 rebounds8 blocks5 assists

Iverson contributed:

27 points9 assists4 steals

Camby, on the other hand, had his worst performance of the year:

10 points6 rebounds7 turnovers

The crowd gave a standing ovation, not for Camby, but for Mo.

Looking Ahead: The Showdown of the Year

As the Georgetown players celebrated their dominant victory, the reality of their next matchup settled in.

If Wake Forest could win their game, then the Final Four matchup would be one for the ages:

Georgetown vs. Wake Forest

Alex Mo vs. Tim Duncan

Iverson grinned as he walked up to Mo. "Looks like your real test is coming up next, big guy."

Mo smirked, cracking his knuckles. "I hope Duncan's ready. Because I know I am."

The road to the NCAA championship had just gotten even more exciting.