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... ade rotations, giving their starters a breather.
The Iron Vault Arena hummed, but the scoring dried up fast.
Benches emptied, and the pace turned sluggish—missed shots, clunky possessions.
Then Stanley checked in for the Roarers, locking horns with Russo, his old rival from countless media comparisons.
The crowd’s roar spiked, sensing their bad blood.
It was a gritty duel: Stanley swiped a steal, Russo forced a turnover. They traded blows, each refusing to ...
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