"Attack!"
Dolphins quarterback Minsk Reuben had completed two straight passes, and his confidence was through the roof. His voice cracked like a whip—sharp, commanding, full of adrenaline.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The line of scrimmage exploded into chaos. The offensive and defensive lines crashed together like colliding freight trains, metal-on-metal in human form.
The Jets had lined up expecting another pass—but they guessed wrong. Miami had dialed up a run.
Reuben executed a textbook play-action, selling the fake pass before subtly tucking the ball into the gut of his running back as they crossed paths. The sleight of hand pulled the Jets' linebackers half a step out of position—just enough for the back to hit the hole.
The running back was six yards deep when he took the handoff. He needed nine yards for the first down—three to reach the line, six more to move the chains. At top speed, it was a two-second sprint.
"Run! Watch the run!" Russell Nevida barked from the commentary booth, practically jumping out of his seat.
Up front, the five Dolphins linemen were grinding against the Jets' four-man front. Three Jets defensive linemen were already on the turf. Only one was still upright.
Three Dolphins linemen remained standing, and they moved like bodyguards forming a moving wall. The center locked onto the Jets' lone upright lineman. The other two peeled off toward the linebackers.
Bang!
The Jets' last defensive tackle drove his man back a step—but it wasn't enough. The running back was in the lane, picking up speed.
Behind the scrum, Zhao Dong—the tallest player on the field—had a perfect view over the mess. While the other two linebackers were still trying to read the play, he'd already diagnosed it.
He took off, his reaction a full two beats quicker than Lewis in the middle and Yokham on the weak side.
That's when Dolphins tight end Luka Rex blindsided him. The collision staggered Zhao Dong, but it didn't drop him. In fact, it spun him just enough to slip past another blocker entirely.
The Dolphins running back was two yards from the line to gain when a shadow engulfed him.
WHAM!
Zhao Dong came in low and hard, wrapping him up from the side and driving him into the turf. The ball never had a chance to come loose—this was all about brute force and timing.
Tackle for loss.
Zhao Dong stayed on top for half a beat, chest heaving, eyes burning with adrenaline. It wasn't just a stop—it was the first sack of his NFL career. The rush he felt rivaled the night he dropped 100 points on the Lakers back in his basketball days.
"Yeah!"
The roar of over 80,000 fans rattled the stadium walls. They weren't just cheering the play—they were saluting the birth of a defensive threat.
On the Jets' sideline, head coach Edwards, the assistants, the bench players—even the security guards—were on their feet.
"Sack! Sack! Number One, the Tyrannosaurus, just logged the first sack of his career!" Nevida shouted over the noise. "Zhao Dong just blew up the Dolphins' run game!"
"Congrats to the big man!" Wells Michael added. "The fans asked if he could bring that NBA superstar energy to the NFL—and he just answered them in one hit!"
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Miami hurried to reset.
"The Dolphins started at the Jets' 43," Nevida reminded viewers. "After that loss, they're looking at third-and-five from the 41. If they convert here, they're pushing toward midfield, and that's dangerous territory for the Jets defense."
The Dolphins lined up in a straight I-formation—quarterback under center, fullback a yard behind him, halfback deep in the backfield. This was no disguise—they were announcing another run.
Across from them, Lewis adjusted the defense, signaling an anti-run package.
In this setup, the defensive ends were key. Faster and more explosive than the interior tackles, they had to crash the edges, turn runs back inside, and, if possible, disrupt the quarterback before the play developed.
NFL history backed it up: Michael Strahan's 22.5-sack season came from the edge.
"Attack!" Reuben barked again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Jets' right defensive end took a hard shot from Miami's pulling guard. He stayed upright but lost all forward momentum. That was enough to open the lane.
A moment later, the Dolphins' fullback plowed into him—and slipped by untouched.
Weak-side linebacker Yokham shot toward the Dolphins fullback like a missile. Boom! Both collided violently, crashing to the turf in a tangled heap.
The Jets' defensive front still held its ground. Middle linebacker Carnes Lewis read the play and charged the line of scrimmage, aiming to stonewall the halfback before he crossed the marker.
The Dolphins' halfback, tucked safely behind his fullback's block, was still a yard shy of the first down. Lewis lunged for the tackle—
The runner planted, cut sharply, and left Lewis grasping at air.
"Beautiful move!" Seth Norby shouted in the TNT broadcast booth.
"Tyrannosaurus!" Philo suddenly barked, his tone cutting through Norby's excitement.
Bang!
Just as the halfback burst free into open field with 20 yards of daylight, a massive shadow came flying in from the right front. Zhao Dong hit him square in the ribs, driving him hard into the turf.
The impact was brutal. The runner's helmet smacked the ground with a thud. Without it, he might've been leaving on a stretcher.
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The Stadium Erupts
"Ahhh!"
The crowd at MetLife exploded. The noise rolled like a tidal wave, shaking the press box windows.
"Incredible! Absolutely incredible!" Norby was practically yelling into his mic. "Zhao Dong just logged his second sack of the day—and he's now tied for first in the league in sacks this season! Two plays, two game-changers!"
"Hah! That's why he's a freak of nature," Philo laughed, slapping the desk. "You know why he was unstoppable in the NBA? Mismatch advantage—every single time. And now, at linebacker, he's still a walking mismatch nightmare."
Norby's eyes lit up like he'd just solved a puzzle. "I get it now—he's faster than both the linemen and the linebackers. He's moving at top wide receiver speed, and receivers are the fastest players on the field! Miami didn't even account for that today—no wonder he's blowing them up in the backfield!"
"Exactly!" Philo pounded the point home. "It's like putting an NBA small forward in the body of a top-tier point guard, then letting him play defense. You just can't scheme for that."
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On the Dolphins sideline, head coach Locke Osman had a call to make.
Three options:
Go for it—fourth-and-six.
Attempt a field goal.
Punt.
"Punt it," Osman finally decided.
After losing a yard on third down, the odds of converting were slim. A field goal from 60 yards out—78 when factoring the end zone depth and snap distance—was impossible at this level. Most kickers maxed out around 53 yards with any real accuracy.
So, the punting unit came on. In the NFL, that's your white flag for the drive—give up the ball, push the other team as far from your end zone as possible.
The offensive and defensive units trotted off. Special teams took the field. On the Jets sideline, Zhao Dong was mobbed with high-fives and helmet slaps.
"Zhao Dong, you've got two sacks already," head coach Edwards said with a grin, grabbing his arm. "Your reward—you're taking the punt return."
"Oh, Coach, now you're speaking my language!" Zhao Dong beamed.
Quarterback Welin Paul smirked. "Just try not to get dropped at the five-yard line, alright?"
"I'm going 100 yards to the house," Zhao Dong shot back, flipping him the middle finger.
The bench roared with laughter.
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As the special teams lined up, Russell Nevida chuckled in the booth. "Oh, look at this—Tyrannosaurus is deep in the end zone, ready for the return. Dolphins better hope they don't give him a lane, or he'll take it coast-to-coast."
"Haha, I don't think Miami's making that mistake twice," Wells Michael replied.
Sure enough, the Dolphins punter drilled it straight out the back of the end zone. No return, no highlight reel.
The Jets offense would take over at their own 20-yard line.
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Special teams cleared the field, the offense came on, and Miami's defense took their positions.
Zhao Dong had been a monster on defense—two sacks, countless pressures. But Edwards wasn't done with him.
"You're in," the coach said.
Zhao Dong grinned as he jogged into the huddle—this time as the Jets' running back.
Russell Nevida laughed into his mic. "From special teams returner, to All-Pro-caliber linebacker, to offensive running back—Zhao Dong's doing it all. He was known for versatility in the NBA, and now he's proving it works in the NFL too."
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