![]() ![]() Unable to explain my thought process, I tried to justify it as my subconscious’ revenge for the time Nene branded me as pretentious. Understandably, he also wondered why I would associate the Clap with him – to determine if the problem lay with his image or my brain. Nene rejected my proposal to nickname him the Clapper. “What? I think an STD is pretty bad, no? That shit just doesn’t go away.” I said the first thing that popped in my mind: “The Clap”. (Silence). Turning to me, he asked: “What is worse than a Crippler?” Crippler 1: Coach 1.Īnyhow, Nene realized he’d have to up his game, seeing as I was used to great partners. Before class, I complained about the bruises on my arm, given to me by my training partner from Monday, nicknamed the Crippler as he is the only person in recent history to injure Coach whilst doing pad work mind you, his glory is somewhat tarnished by the fact that he broke his arm one day, hitting the brick wall that is Coach’s hand. Last night at my G gym, I trained with Nene. ![]()
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