Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

The evening of the 28th saw the successful conclusion of the Super Middleweight contest across the four major organizations. The wildly popular boxing king Link, after two intense rounds of fighting, landed a vicious Swing Punch on Andrea’s head, dealing a heavy blow to his opponent.

Link smoothly won the match and became the Super Middleweight champion of the WBA-WBC-WBO-IBF-WBF-IBO, achieving the Grand Slam of the category. He is the first boxer in history to reach this milestone at the age of 20.

Following Link’s victory, the skies above the Staples Center were showered with copious amounts of confetti, and bunches of fireworks burst into the sky from outside the venue.

The audience cheered and applauded.

The scene turned into a bustling and festive ocean.

With six Golden Belts in hand, Link stepped down from the ring to be greeted by the long-awaited press, microphones raised, they all surged towards him.

"Mr. Baker, congratulations on becoming the youngest ever Grand Slam boxer in history. What’s your next goal?"

A reporter from HBO shouted into the microphone.

"To keep fighting and to win more Golden Belts,"

"Are you planning to fight in the Light Heavyweight category next? Have you determined an opponent?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, it will be Roy Jones! I’m looking forward to the match with him."

"Mr. Baker, we understand that you’re not only participating in boxing matches this year, but also recording music, filming movies, and performing at concerts—keeping a very busy schedule. For most people, handling so much work would be overwhelming, but you manage to maintain robust energy and strong combativeness in your work. Do you have any secrets regarding your work arrangement?"

The USA Today reporter asked.

Link responded with a slight smile, "The biggest secret is to maintain a love for work. I love boxing, singing, and movies. So when I work on these, I become extremely excited, like children visiting Disney World, and my work efficiency soars significantly."

"Mr. Baker, as we all know, you’ve been actively promoting the sport of boxing since becoming a champion. In August, you launched a boxing segment on YouTube, calling on boxing enthusiasts to upload their videos, announcing a raffle on Christmas Eve, where the selected participant would have the chance to win an authentic Golden Belt. Now, your fans are very concerned—will there still be a raffle, and how many Golden Belts will be given away this time?"

An American Express reporter asked.

"Yes, it will go ahead as planned, and this time I will give away all the Golden Belts,"

Link indicated the belts on him.

For him, the belts did not hold much significance remaining with him. Giving them away in a raffle to boxing enthusiasts meant more and could also enhance his influence in the boxing world.

After dealing with the media, Link went to the audience area to greet acquaintances, thank everyone for coming, and also take photos with fans in the front rows.

The fans cheered excitedly when he approached them.

After the match, Dynasty Promotion Company hosted a party at the Hilton Hotel, inviting peers from the boxing world, senior executives of media and publishing companies, and celebrities from the entertainment industry.

"Hey, Link, today’s fight was incredible; I dare say even Tyson in his prime wouldn’t be stronger than you,"

Governor Schwarzenegger, dressed in a sharp suit and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, came over to greet him.

Link smiled lightly and bumped fists with Schwarzenegger, who had been seated in the front row during the match and claimed to be a fan of Link in an interview.

"Hey, I think I heard someone talking about me,"

A bald strongman with a tiger tattoo on his face squeezed through the crowd and spoke.

The man was none other than Tyson.

"Yes, Mike, we’re all fans of you,"

Link said with a smile.

"Hey, gentlemen, could I get a photo with the three of you?"

The deputy editor of the Los Angeles Times asked, pulling out a camera, "A picture of you three together would definitely be a collector’s item."

Link glanced at Schwarzenegger and Tyson; both nodded, more than willing to take the photo.

Schwarzenegger and Tyson both symbolize the toughness and strength of the eighties and nineties, while Link is the new generation’s emblem of fighting spirit.

For the photo, Schwarzenegger stood sideways to the left, Tyson, with his fists clenched, stood to the right, positioning Link at the center, all dressed in suits.

Click!

A photo representing the pinnacle of human combativeness was captured.

"Link, have you received ’The Expendables’ script?"

After Kaz, the editor-in-chief, had left, Schwarzenegger inquired.

"Yes, my agent mentioned it."

"It’s like this—recently, Stallone mentioned he wanted to work with several top action stars on a movie, and I thought it was a great idea. I brought you up to him, and you have the look and presence for action—if you’re interested, next time I meet with Stallone, let’s all talk,"

Schwarzenegger suggested.

"Sounds cool, I’d love to work with you guys,"

Link nodded in response.

"Great, it’s settled then,"

Schwarzenegger said, clinking his champagne glass with Link’s. He mentioned he had other matters to attend to and had to leave early.

After Schwarzenegger left, Link heard Tyson complaining beside him, "This guy is becoming more and more boring, it’s like everyone in politics is like that."

"Arnold wants to be the next President Reagan."

"He’s the Terminator, I don’t think that’s a good idea,"

Tyson said, baring his teeth.

Link chuckled softly, the idea of the Terminator as the President of America did indeed seem a bit sci-fi.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about here?"

Hoyle, Hopkins and James Toney came walking over.

"We just took a picture with Mr. Schwarzenegger for a collaboration, and Kaz, the editor-in-chief, is planning to name it ’The Tough Alliance.’ What do you think?"

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"Really? You should have called us too, we’re all tough guys."

Hoyle swung his fist while introducing James Toney.

Link had met Hopkins twice before, but it was his first time meeting James Toney.

The guy was black-skinned, belly-round like a black Maitreya Buddha, a bit overweight in stature, but he was very strong in boxing, having won titles across five weight divisions.

Including the IBF Middleweight, IBF Super Middleweight, WBU Light Heavyweight, IBF-IBO Cruiserweight, and WBA Heavyweight championships.

At the beginning of his professional career, he had maintained a 46-fight undefeated record.

He was indeed a formidable figure.

But he was also a trash-talker, and one of those who had called Link a ’loudmouth’ before.

During his amateur days, Link had also called him out publicly. Upon meeting, they shook hands, laughter dispelling all past grievances.

"Link, we’ve been debating what your strategy was in the first round, but we haven’t come to a consensus. Now that the match is over, can you explain your tactics?"

Hoyle asked, swirling his drink.

"Tactics?"

This question wasn’t the first time Link had heard it after the match; he shrugged his shoulders, "Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of a strategy in this fight. Andrea is a very formidable boxer, his technique is comprehensive and on par with mine. So, in the first round, we were both actively attacking, trying to find each other’s weaknesses, but regrettably, we found none.

By the second round, Andrea’s approach became more conservative, trying to draw me into an attrition war. I’m not good at that style and didn’t want to be thrown off rhythm, so I went all-out, launching a fierce offensive against him. In the end, with a slight advantage, I broke through his defense, causing him to fall the first time, and then the second time, and then won the match. That’s it, no real tactics."

"Just like that?"

"Don’t lie to us, there must have been a strategy."

"In the first round, you purposely acted like you were out of sorts to lure Andrea into attacking, isn’t that a tactic?"

Tyson and the others each expressed their own opinions.

Link listened to their conversations and laughed, "I had a bit to drink yesterday, and when I woke up I felt somewhat dizzy. That’s why I was off my game in the first round. After the first round finished, I slowly came back to form. It wasn’t something I faked."

"What??"

As they heard his explanation, Tyson, Hoyle, and Hopkins widened their eyes in disbelief, looking at each other in confusion.

Drunk?

Not sober?

So being out of sorts was real, not some clever tactic?

Did everyone guess wrong?!

"Excuse me for a moment!"

Seeing Frank signaling to him, Link said a word to the others and walked away.

"Is what this guy said true? Did we all get it wrong?"

Hopkins asked, frowning.

"Don’t jump to conclusions just yet, Link is a cunning guy. Aside from Tyson, we all might become his opponents in the future. He might not be telling the truth with what he said,"

James Toney spoke.

Hoyle nodded in agreement with James’s words.

Morales had told them that Link was very disciplined, never going to nightclubs, and hardly ever drinking alcohol. How could someone like that drink the night before a match?

Impossible!

So there could only be one truth, he was lying.

He was worried about everyone getting a read on his tactics and losing the advantage in a fight, so he chose to lie.

Hoyle shook his head in resignation. Link wasn’t just strong and wily; he was also extremely careful. Such a person was too difficult to deal with. To defeat him, one could only focus on studying his vulnerabilities.

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