Chapter 58 – The Awards Ceremony

The gym was still buzzing long after the final buzzer. Rosehill had done it. Champions.

The team stood on the court, jerseys soaked with sweat, hearts pounding with pride. Coach Daniels gathered them for one last huddle before the awards.

"You earned every second of this," he said, voice rough but proud. "And I couldn't be prouder."

The announcer stepped up to the microphone at center court.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your Rosehill Wolfs are the 2025 Winter Classic Champions!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, chants, and applause. Gold confetti rained from above as the team stepped forward.

Coach Daniels accepted the trophy first, holding it high with a smile that rarely left his face. "This is for the boys," he said into the mic, then handed the shining cup to the team.

Ryan and Ben lifted it together, arms raised, grins wide. Their teammates crowded in, hugging, shouting, laughing.

Then came the individual awards.

"Now, for the Defensive Anchor Award—given to the player who demonstrated outstanding defensive performance throughout the tournament… Ben Carter of Rosehill High!"

Ben froze for a second, eyes wide. The team cheered as he stepped forward to accept the small silver plaque. He turned to his friends, speechless.

"You earned that," Coach Daniels said, clapping his shoulder.

"Now," the announcer continued, "this next award is for the Tournament MVP. With unmatched athleticism, leadership, and skill on both ends of the court—this player was in a league of his own. The MVP goes to… Ryan Whitmore!"

The gym thundered with applause. Even some Oakridge players clapped respectfully.

Ryan blinked, stunned for a split second, then walked up and accepted the golden plaque with calm confidence. He gave a small nod to the crowd, then turned back toward his team—his people.

Anna and Savannah were already on their feet, clapping loud. Anna mouthed, "MVP!" with a proud grin. Savannah shouted, "Let's go, Ryan!"

Sarah stood in the crowd too, tears in her eyes. Jack clapped beside her, smiling. And in the corner, Mr. James nodded, a proud sparkle in his eyes. Even Richard, lingering near the edge, looked quietly impressed.

Ryan walked back to the team, holding the MVP plaque loosely in one hand.

Ben bumped shoulders with him. "Well-deserved, superstar."

Ryan smirked. "We both know I couldn't have done it without your defense."

Coach Daniels gathered the group one more time.

"You know what makes this team special?" he said. "It's not just talent. It's trust. Brotherhood. Every one of you played your heart out—not for yourselves, but for each other. That's what wins championships."

The trophy sat at their feet. Awards in hand. Pride in their chests.

Rosehill had made a name for itself.

And this?

This was just the beginning.