In my previous life, I worked as a sparring partner in a Sanda team, receiving the harshest beatings and earning the least money. After being kicked in the head by a newcomer, he opened his eyes again - 1998, Brooklyn, New York.
He is 1.96 Meters tall, has a wingspan of 2.18 Meters, and has a big butt. On paper, he looks like a genius.
I signed up for a training camp run by NBA players.
Jordan's? Olajuwon's?
Bill Laimbeer.
The chief thug of the Pistons Bad Boys. The most notorious villain in NBA history. The same Laimbeer who made Magic himself admit, "When you see him standing under the basket, you don't want to break through - not because you're afraid of being blocked, but because you're afraid of going to the hospital."
A Sanda sparring partner fell into the hands of a villain who taught people to fight.
Laimbeer stepped on him when he saw him for the first time: "Are you Rodman?"
Zhou Ye: "I'm a fucking shooting guard."
Ranbir put out his cigarette. "You're Rodman now."
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There is no good thing in the hands of evil men. **
**From the streets of Brooklyn to the NBA Finals, from being stepped on to stepping on everyone. **
**This is fucking called rebirth. **
