Basketball Soul System: I Got Westbrook's MVP Powers in Another World! Chapter 96 :Unstoppable! I Don’t Play ball, But I Can Still

Saturday night, 8 p.m. sharp, Ryan pulled up to the upscale Iron City restaurant Chloe had picked—a sleek spot with dim lighting, polished wood, and a low hum of jazz.

He spotted Chloe first.

Hard not to.

She was stunning, rocking a black dress that hugged her curves, her hair swept up, a single silver necklace glinting against her skin.

Ryan’s heart did a quick stutter, but he played it cool.

Next to her sat Selena Hartley.

Ryan gave her a polite once-over. Sweet face, sleek ponytail, designer earrings that didn’t scream money but whispered it. But his attention drifted back to Chloe almost imdiately.

After introductions, they ordered—steaks, salads, a bottle of red—and the vibe was easy, conversation flowing like the wine.

Once the plates were cleared, Selena leaned in slightly.

"By the way," she said, flashing a sheepish smile, "I think we were both at the Sky Lounge a few weeks back. I didn’t say hi—hope that wasn’t rude."

Ryan waved it off. "No worries."

I was just a rookie with a couple gas under my belt. Why would you notice ? he thought, shrugging inwardly.

Selena shifted gears, her eyes lighting up. "So, ’Rember the Na’ is everywhere right now. K-Vibe’s killing it, taking his career to the next level." She paused, studying him. "Word is, you wrote that track, and K-Vibe scooped it up after hearing you perform it at a club."

Ryan nodded, keeping it vague. "Yeah, sothing like that."

Selena gave him a curious look. "Hard to wrap my head around. You’re out here dominating on the court and writing hits? That’s wild."

"Just ssing around, really," Ryan said, downplaying it with a half-smile. "Nothing serious."

Selena laughed, shaking her head. "ssing around? You ’ssed around’ and dropped a banger like that? then it’s honestly unfair. I wish I could do hip-hop. I’d be begging you for a track right now."

Ryan’s smile wavered for a second.

Who says I only write hip-hop?

Wait—no. That’s not even true. I didn’t write it... I rembered it.

Back in my old life, I’ve listened to everything. Pop, rock, EDM, soul—you na it.

Chloe, sharp as ever, caught the shift in his vibe. She leaned forward, her smile teasing, eyes locked on his. "What’s that look, Ryan? You telling our genius composer’s got more than hip-hop up his sleeve?"

Ryan couldn’t resist showing off for Chloe. "Oh, for sure," he said, leaning back with a grin that carried the confidence of a baller owning the court. "I’ve dabbled in so pop, too."

Selena’s eyes widened, "For real? You got anything that’d fit my style?"

She caught herself, blushing. "Sorry, got a little too excited. It’s just... I’ve been at this two years, and my label’s barely given scraps. All the good songs go to their A-listers, so I’m stuck spinning my wheels. I’ve been hunting for a track that could actually break through."

Ryan studied Selena’s expression for a beat longer. There was sothing in her eyes—part ambition, part exhaustion. Maybe he recognized it because he’d seen it in the mirror too many tis back ho. That quiet desperation to break through, to prove you’re more than background noise. This world might be new, but fa was still a brutal mountain.

Ryan nodded thoughtfully. "What kind of vibe are you after?"

Selena grinned, half-joking."A guaranteed hit, obviously! Nah, sothing powerful. Catchy but uplifting. You know, like Rember the Na—gets people fired up."

Ryan’s mind raced, and a track clicked into place: Sia’s "Unstoppable."

Back in his old world, it was a beast of a song. Written for Rihanna, it got passed over.

Sia recorded it herself for her 2016 album This Is Acting, but it wasn’t a lead single, so it flew under the radar at first.

Then, in 2020, it exploded—TikTok montages, sports highlight reels, and empowernt videos made it a global anthem.

Its lyrics, raw and defiant—"I’m unstoppable, I’m a Porsche with no brakes"—were pure fire, perfect for Selena’s emotive voice.

Ryan could already hear her belting it, turning it into this world’s next obsession.

Ryan turned to Selena, his voice calm but serious. "Actually... I’ve got sothing. A track that fits exactly what you’re looking for. And honestly? If you nail it, I think it could outshine Rember the Na."

Selena and Chloe’s eyes widened in unison. "For real?" they said, almost in sync.

Ryan nodded, dead serious.

Back in his old world, Sia’s "Unstoppable" was a global juggernaut, racking up streams way past "Rember the Na."

And sohow, even years later, it had found a second life: last year, soone remixed it into a bizarre "ow ow" version. Suddenly, YouTube was flooded with cat AI shorts videos looping "ow ow ow ow..." over that haunting lody.

Billions of views. Completely insane.

"Want to sing it for you?" Ryan offered, a grin creeping in.

Chloe jumped in, eyes sparkling. "Hell yeah, let’s hear it!"

UnsSelena leaned in, visibly intrigued. "What’s it called?"

"Unstoppable," Ryan said simply. "It’s about strength—about being untouchable when life tries to drag you down. A ’no matter what hits , I get back up’ kind of song."

The title hung in the air like a spark waiting to catch.

Selena’s smile widened. "That’s exactly what I’ve been looking for. Sothing powerful. Sothing that makes people feel like they can take on the world."

Ryan nodded, voice quieter now, more serious. "That’s the heart of it. This song—it’s not just a vibe. It’s a ssage. You get knocked down, you armor up, and you don’t stop. You keep going until you win."

Ryan glanced around—not at the ambiance, but at the nearby tables, checking if anyone might overhear. The last thing he wanted was to draw a crowd.

"Alright, but I’m keeping it low-key," he said with a chuckle. "My singing’s... decent at best. No laughing."

Selena leaned forward, impatient. "No way we’re laughing. Just sing already!"

Ryan cleared his throat. He’d heard this song many tis. He could sing it straight through. Unlike Rember the Na, he didn’t just know the hook—he owned the whole thing.

"All smiles, I know what it takes to fool this town," he started, his voice soft but clear. Selena and Chloe’s eyes popped, locked on him.

"I put my armor on, show you how strong I am," Ryan sang, his voice naturally climbing, carrying the raw power of the line.

The won sucked in a breath, visibly stunned.

Ryan caught a side-eye from the next table and dialed it back. "I put my armor on, I’ll show you that I am..."

Then ca the iconic chorus: "I’m unstoppable, I’m a Porsche with no brakes..."

Selena and Chloe’s brows furrowed at the sa ti, a flicker of confusion.

Ryan powered through, wrapping the verse. When he finished, both won clapped softly, their faces lit with awe.

Selena was first to speak. "That’s insane. I want it. No—I need it."

Chloe squinted. "Did you just sing sothing about... no brakes?"

She tilted her head. "I didn’t catch that part. What was that line?"

Ryan froze. Crap. Right. Porsche didn’t exist in this world.

"Uh..." he scrambled, "I was thinking of a sports car brand, but I haven’t picked one yet. Just threw in a placeholder."

Chloe’s eyes glead with mischief. "Smart. That song’s a banger waiting to happen. You should pitch it to car brands—see who’ll pay to get their na in the lyrics."

Ryan laughed, impressed. "Damn, I didn’t even think of that. You’re the real mastermind."

Selena leaned in. "So... how much are you selling it for?"

Lesson learned from last ti. Ryan smiled coolly. "That’s between you and my agent."

"Fair enough." Selena nodded.

He passed her Eddie’s number, then glanced up. "Aren’t you worried your label might hand it off to soone bigger?"

Selena smirked. "My manager’s got my back. We’ll lock it down."

Ryan nodded, leaving it at that. Music business? Not his lane.

But a thought crept in.

If he hadn’t been synced with Westbrook’s power when he crossed into this world...

Maybe basketball wouldn’t have been the path.

Maybe he’d just beco a legendary songwriter instead—copying every hit Earth ever made.

Selena sighed. "Too bad we didn’t record that just now. Can you make a demo when you’re ho?"

"A demo?" Ryan hesitated. Singing wasn’t really his thing.

"It doesn’t have to be perfect," she said quickly. "Just sothing rough."

Then it clicked—Kylie.

Back when he lived at Unit 702, he’d hear her belt out tunes through the walls, especially in the shower. Ryan used to tease her, calling her the "bathroom diva."

She wasn’t pro-level, but her voice was solid, hitting high notes without cracking.

Yeah. She might be exactly what he needed.

"The demo’ll be ready when we sign the deal," Ryan said, keeping it professional.

The three of them kicked back for another half-hour, trading stories and laughs until the night wound down.

As Chloe walked away, her silhouette frad by the restaurant’s neon glow, Ryan’s eyes lingered, a quiet ache in his chest.