📰 NEWS FLASH: Breanna Stewart destroys a Storm rally with a brutal chase-down block and game-saving steal ⚡.BT

No one expected the New York Liberty to walk straight into Seattle and steal the air out of the building—but that’s exactly what happened in a night packed with wild swings, momentum-shattering blocks, and a one-woman shooting explosion from Leonie Fiebich that left the Storm stunned.

It was supposed to be simple: Win and you’re in. Seattle controlled their destiny. Their fans were loud, the stakes were historic, and Natasha Cloud set the tone instantly—attacking the rim like she had no intention of letting the season slip away. She knifed through the defense on the opening play, laying in a fearless bucket that sent an early warning: the Storm are here to fight.

But New York answered with a cold, ruthless calm.

From the moment Leonie Fiebich sized up her first three, something shifted. A hand in her face, a defender closing late—it didn’t matter. She drilled it. Then another. Then a third. A perfect 3/3 barrage that flipped Seattle’s electrical energy into a confused silence. Every time the Storm surged, Fiebich cracked their momentum apart with another long-range dagger.

Seattle, desperate to counter, leaned on Ezi Magbegor’s physicality. She bullied her way downhill, stretching the Liberty interior. But Breanna Stewart—back in her old building, hearing cheers and jeers collide—responded with one of the most violent defensive statements of the season. When she swatted Britney Sykes’ layup attempt into next week, the crowd gasped. Momentum snapped. Stewart stared for a full beat, reminding her former franchise: she may have left Seattle, but she didn’t leave her dominance behind.

Still, the Storm refused to fold. Cloud kept them alive with crafty midrange hits and fearless drives. Seattle forced turnovers, jumped passing lanes, and repeatedly disrupted the Liberty’s rhythm with their signature chaos defense. For a stretch in the second quarter, the Storm were everywhere—hands in lanes, bodies on the floor, energy surging behind every loose ball.

But the Liberty were built for pressure.

Jonquel Jones—battling foul trouble, frustration, and Seattle’s size—still delivered when New York needed her most. Her footwork inside was pure artistry, slicing through tight double teams to keep New York afloat. Her and-one finish in the second half ignited the Liberty bench like a spark in dry brush.

And then came the run.

A 12–1 New York burst, anchored by Stewart stepping into a transition three like the world was moving in slow motion. The ball barely touched the net. It was the kind of shot that shuts crowds up, that flips tension into dread. Moments later, she stripped a Seattle driver clean, dove on the floor, and somehow saved the ball from going out of bounds, turning a defensive gem into an instant scoring chance on the other end.

It was a superstar takeover in real time.

Seattle still had flashes—Kennedy Burke buried a crucial three that felt like it could spark a comeback, and Cloud was undeniable, hitting two ridiculous contested jumpers that made the arena believe again. But belief can only carry you so far when Breanna Stewart is destroying every possession you try to build.

And in the final minutes, the Liberty executed like a team that had already lived this moment a thousand times. Crisp passing. Perfect spacing. No panic. No hesitation. New York attacked the mismatches, punished every late closeout, and slowly squeezed the air from Seattle’s playoff dream.

In the end, the Liberty outlasted the Storm 84–76 behind a dual masterpiece:

• Breanna Stewart’s complete two-way chaos,
• And Leonie Fiebich’s ice-cold, momentum-shattering shooting clinic.

It wasn’t just a win.
It was a message.

New York is not easing into the postseason.
They’re bursting through the door.

And Seattle—on a night where everything was on the line—simply couldn’t match the Liberty’s firepower, discipline, or championship calm.