Everyone who trains has a little guy. He is sixty kilos, he is completely unbothered, he has been doing this four years longer than you, and he taps you with the same thing every single week — and you know it is coming, and it happens anyway. This is that Tuesday, set the way it deserves.
TONIGHT'S CARD, in heavy condensed poster type, stacked in tiered bands behind plain double rules like a fight bill nailed up outside a hall. MAIN EVENT — ME vs. THE LITTLE GUY — WHO ALWAYS TAPS ME. And down on the undercard, one fall: your own ego.
It names no belt and claims no rank, on purpose. The little guy exists at every level, and everyone who has ever stepped on a mat knows exactly who theirs is.
Printed on the Gildan 18000 heavy-blend crewneck: thick, warm, and cut roomy enough to go straight over a rash guard on the way home. Direct-to-garment printed in two flat inks — aged bone and a single antique-amber accent — across nine dark colours, from black and navy through forest green, dark chocolate and maroon. This is the one you pull on in the car park at nine at night when you have nothing left.
If you are buying this for someone else, you only need one fact about them: they train. They will know who the little guy is before they finish reading it.
Made to order and printed in about 3–7 business days before it ships. Wash cold, tumble dry low, and skip ironing directly on the print. See you on the mats.
