God of the Paint: I Debuted as the Centerpiece and Took Down the Big Shark

Reborn in the 1990s, I became a soft, yellow-skinned interior player everyone mocked, and I was about to be kicked out of the NBA!

At the crucial moment, the Restricted Area Tyrant System activated! As long as I could beat an opponent into submission in the paint, I could take his core talent!

My first matchup was against the “Big Diesel” Shaquille O’Neal at the height of his powers. Everyone was waiting to see me crushed into a pulp!

“Ding! The Host is about to be steamrolled by the Big Diesel. Beginner mission issued: Make him leave!”

The referee turned away! In a flash, I dropped my shoulder, twisted at the waist, and slammed into his chest with the iron mountain lean of Bajiquan!

Boom! The 300-pound O’Neal went flying!

“Ding! Target ‘Shaquille O’Neal’ is experiencing extreme shock and humiliation. Dominance +10%! Congratulations, Host, you have stolen a fragment of the ‘Big Diesel’ skill!”

From that day on, I called the shots in the NBA paint!

Malone’s iron elbows? My shoulders are harder! Laimbeer’s dirty tricks? I’ll take out your legs first!

When a reporter asked why I was so brutal, I adjusted my gold-rimmed glasses and smiled. “No, basketball is a gentleman’s sport about love and peace.”