Chapitre 88: Chapter 88: This Guy is Too Arrogant
"Wow, there are so many people outside!" At night, in Caesars Casino, the lights were bright. In the lounge in the southeast corner, Jim peeked out the door. In the main hall of the casino, there were people everywhere on both floors, sitting and standing, seemingly tens of thousands of them.
"Richard, will you be nervous with so many people watching your match?" Jim turned and asked.
"No, boxers all start from amateur competitions and gradually move up. They have experienced countless occasions, big and small. Tens of thousands of spectators are not that many, you'll know later." On the sofa, Richard was shirtless, wearing red boxing shorts. He carefully arranged a red cloak with a few golden words printed on it: 'I am Superman, no one can defeat me', very eye-catching.
"Richard, do you like Superman a lot?" Jim stared at the words, finding it a bit funny.
"No, it's just that the media has given me too many messy nicknames, like Nightmare Prince, White Hope, Duke Heir, none of which meet my requirements. I want to unify them in this way, Jim, what do you think?" Richard imitated Superman's pose, hands on hips, head held high.
"Haha, wearing a red cloak, you look more like a Spartan gladiator." Jim grinned.
"Spartan? That doesn't sound bad either, but it's a pity I have to go on stage soon, it's too late to change. Then I'll leave the title of Spartan Gladiator to you." Richard patted his shoulder.
"Okay, my future title will be Spartan Gladiator!" Jim raised his chin, his eyes sparkling.
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"Richard, it's your turn to go out." Paul pushed the door open and walked in.
"Okay, let's go!" Richard shook his big red cloak and strode out with exaggerated gestures.
"Richard, tone it down, don't be too flamboyant, it's useless." Paul looked at him with some disdain.
"You don't understand, I want to be flamboyant, the more flamboyant the better," Richard said with a raised eyebrow.
"Many flamboyant boxers end up getting beaten badly. Do you have some kind of conspiracy again?" Paul blinked.
"No, it's just a blatant scheme." Richard held his head high, walked through the passage, and strode into the casino hall.
"Now, please welcome the boxer from New York, Richard Brad!!!" The live commentator shouted loudly.
Swish~
As he appeared, a beam of white light shone on him.
"Whoa~ Richard!"
"Richard, go for it!"
"Richard, you're so cool!"
The audience and cheerleaders shouted loudly.
The casino hall had two floors, from the lounge entrance to the boxing ring, and then to the second-floor audience seats, filled with thousands of spectators, a sea of darkness.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on him, hotter than incandescent lights.
"Victory! Victory! Victory!" Richard raised his arms, flamboyantly welcoming the cheers of the audience, even putting his hands on his hips and posing like Superman taking off, causing a burst of laughter from the audience.
Paul curled his lips. How tacky, far worse than my "wolf howl".
"Paul, wasn't Richard quite steady before? Why did he suddenly become so flamboyant?" Norman squeezed over and asked.
"I don't know, that guy is full of tricks, who knows what he's up to again," Paul said, baring his white teeth.
"Richard, I've done what you asked," Anthony waved and shouted from the aisle.
"OK, don't worry, I will win!" Richard thumped his chest and continued walking.
"Honey, go for it!" Bundchen shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth.
"I will!" Richard waved his fist in the air and walked straight to the boxing ring.
"Richard, it's up to you!" Alvin and the others gathered around him to check his equipment.
"No problem!" Richard crossed the ropes and stepped onto the boxing ring.
His opponent, Vasily Kirov, was also ready, standing up in his corner.
"Mr. Brad, the match is about to start, do you have anything to say?" The live host asked, holding a microphone.
"Everything I want to say is here." Richard unfolded his red cloak and shouted into the microphone, "I am Superman Richard, no one can defeat me, not Vasily, not Roy Jones, not Lewis, no one can do it, no one!!"
"Whoa!!" A cheer erupted from the audience.
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"I can't? Humph~" In the middle of the audience, a black man wearing a hat curled his lips.
"Roy, this guy is too arrogant. I don't think he can last a round," his companion said.
"I hope he wins so I can teach him a lesson in the ring and let him know how powerful I am," the black man sneered.
"I'm afraid he won't have that chance."
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"What do you think of these two boxers?" In a second-floor box, Schiller Duva of Main Events put down his binoculars and said.
"Vasily is more composed, has the aura of a champion, while Richard... is too active, seems to lack confidence," Al Haymon of Top Rank said, rubbing his chin.
"Yes, Vasily's advantage is obvious. He has participated in 65 amateur matches and won several championships, including the Olympics. Although he has only fought 12 professional matches, he has 12 knockouts, all within four rounds," Eddie Hearn of Matchroom Sport put down the information in his hand, looked calmly at the boxing ring, and said slowly,
"Look at Richard Brad, he only has 17 amateur matches, no outstanding awards, 10 professional matches, 6 knockouts, and two of them went to the 12th round with his opponents.
Richard's strength is a notch below Vasily's, at least for now."
"Yes, Richard is only twenty this year, he's too young!"
"Richard still needs a few more years of training."
"Last time, Richard only narrowly defeated Anthony Tarver, while Vasily could easily defeat Anthony. It's clear who is stronger between the two." Several boxing promoters and managers commented.
"Mr. Haymon, what do you think?" Schiller Duva played with his binoculars and looked at the old man in the middle.
This Mr. Haymon was Bernard Parker, an important assistant to Don King, the number one figure in boxing events.
He had worked alongside Don King for over ten years, helping to discover and promote boxing champions like Holyfield, Ruiz, and Roberto Duran. He was a veteran in the boxing world.
"We are promoters, but also businessmen. In terms of value, Richard's commercial value is greater than Vasily's. He is American, and a handsome white man. I also hope he can win, but if he loses, his commercial value will also be greatly reduced," Bernard Parker said with some regret.
The people around him nodded slightly.
Richard's victory would be of great benefit to the promotion of boxing events. His existence could attract more people to pay attention to boxing matches and open up the market, which would be beneficial to everyone.
But could Richard win?
Everyone secretly shook their heads.
Clang clang clang~
The bell for the match rang, and the match was about to begin.
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Thank you to the book friend "Suffering Without End" for the reward (*^▽^*)
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(End of Chapter)
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