St. Catharines, ON - The night opened with this steady hum in the gym, that quiet vibration that tells you the game is about to take on a life of its own. Western walked in with a calm sharpness, like a team fully aware of the weight of their undefeated record and fully prepared to defend it. Lucas Sheets set the tone instantly. Every time he put the ball on the floor you could feel the whole defence tense up. He attacked downhill with this smooth confidence, gliding to the rim for finishes that looked effortless but hit the scoreboard with impact. 

Then Milan John found his rhythm, and the entire game slowed into his hands. He rose into mid range jumpers that drifted through the air with such calm control that the crowd almost stopped breathing for a moment before each one dropped clean. You could feel Western settling into its identity, possession by possession. When Imran Armstrong drilled a deep three from the right wing, the sound in the gym swelled. The Mustangs closed the first up twenty two to seventeen, but the energy felt bigger than a five point lead. It felt like Western was only beginning to write the story. 

Western opened the second quarter with one of those moments that shift the entire tone of a game. The ball swung crisply around the arc until it found Matteo Zagar on the wing. He rose straight into a three and released it with such balance that everyone in the gym knew the shot was good before it even reached its peak. That single possession carried Western into a higher level of rhythm. 

Their offence stretched out beautifully. Sheets kept finding gaps in transition. Armstrong orchestrated everything with the composure of someone seeing the entire floor at once. Owen Urquhart fought through heavy contact for rebounds, wrestling the ball away as if it belonged to him by right. Brock tried to push back with quick strikes and perimeter bursts, but Western always had an answer. Their patience showed. Their defence tightened. Their pace stayed controlled but dangerous. 

By halftime Western led 43-31 and they walked off the court with the look of a team that fully understood they were building toward something bigger in the second half. 

After the break the Mustangs didn't just take control. They took over. 

Milan John came out of the locker room with a different kind of fire. He hit back to back jumpers that felt like they drained the oxygen out of Brock's momentum. Each shot was smooth. Poised. Confident. The kind of touches that tell the other team the storm is about to hit. 

Seconds later Armstrong let another deep three fly, and when it splashed, the noise in the gym turned into a wave that rolled across the floor. Western could feel something taking shape. And then the flood came. 

Zagar hit free throws. 

Cotie powered through contact inside. 

Akot stole a pass at midcourt and tore down the lane for a roaring finish. 

Everything Western did felt connected, fast, and full of purpose. Brock kept trying to answer, but the Mustangs kept landing harder blows. The lead ballooned past twenty. Then twenty five. And soon the entire game felt wrapped tightly in Western's hands. 

When Sheets drilled a three in the final minute to push it to sixty five to forty three, you could feel it in the room. This wasn't just a run. It was a declaration. Western was in full command. 

The fourth quarter carried this beautiful calm intensity, the kind that comes after a storm when the sky is still echoing with thunder. Western played like a team honoring the work they had put in all night, steady and controlled but still hungry for every possession. Milan John glided into the paint for another soft touch at the rim. Urquhart added a powerful finish that drew a rumble from the crowd. 

Then came the moment that sealed the entire atmosphere. Zagar stepped confidently into a three from the wing, letting it rise into the air with pure balance. When it dropped, you could feel that quiet surge of pride ripple across the gym. Western wasn't just winning. They were completing a masterpiece. 

But the dagger came from Sheets. He rose into another three, clean and smooth, pushing the lead to thirty one. You could feel the sound swell around him, the kind of cheer that mixes amazement with appreciation. The bench checked in and carried the same fire, defending with urgency and running the floor like every second mattered. 

In the final minute Emmanuel Akot sliced through the lane for one more finish, the last brushstroke on a night painted in Western purple. The Mustangs closed it out eighty to fifty one, moving to eight and oh with a performance that felt dominant, confident, and unforgettable. 

KEY STATS

Lucas Sheets - 18 points 4 rebounds 2 assists 
Milan John - 15 points 5 rebounds 0 assists 
Imran Armstrong - 11 points 6 rebounds 10 assists 
Emmanuel Akot - 11 points 6 rebounds 0 assists 
Matteo Zagar - 10 points 7 rebounds 3 assists