Bab 248: Chapter 245 Free Play, No Tactics
On the evening of the 28th, the four major organizations' super middleweight competition ended successfully. After two rounds of fierce fighting, the super popular boxing champion Link hit his opponent Andre's head with a fierce swing, causing serious damage to him.
Link also successfully won the match and became the WBA-WBC-WBO-IBF-WBF-IBO super middleweight champion, a grand slam in the super middleweight division. He was also the first boxer in history to achieve this at the age of 20.
After Link's victory, a large number of ribbons were thrown in the sky of the Staples Center, and clusters of fireworks exploded in the sky from outside the square.
The audience cheered and applauded.
The scene turned into a lively and jubilant ocean.
Link came down from the ring with six gold belts, and the long-awaited reporters rushed towards him with microphones.
"Mr. Baker, congratulations on becoming the youngest Grand Slam boxer in history. What is your next goal?"
An HBO reporter shouted with a microphone.
"Continue to fight and win more gold belts."
Link said, clenching his fist.
"Are you going to fight in the light heavyweight division next? Have you decided on an opponent?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, it will be Roy Jones Jr.! I look forward to the match with him."
"Mr. Baker, as far as we know, you are not only participating in boxing matches this year, but also recording songs, making movies, and holding concerts. Your schedule is very busy. For ordinary people, so much work would be difficult to handle, but you can always maintain vigorous energy and strong fighting power in your work. Do you have any secrets in your work arrangement?"
A USA Today reporter asked.
Link smiled gently, "The biggest secret is to maintain a love for work. I love boxing, singing, and movies, so when I do these jobs, I am very excited, like children going to Disneyland. My work efficiency will also be greatly improved."
"Mr. Baker, we all know that after you became a boxing champion, you began to actively promote boxing. In August, you created a boxing section on YouTube, calling on boxing enthusiasts to upload boxing videos, and said that you would draw a lottery on Christmas Eve, and the selected person would have the opportunity to get your genuine gold belt. Now fans are very concerned about whether the lottery will be held as scheduled, and how many gold belts will be given out this time?"
A reporter from the American Express asked.
"Yes, it will proceed as scheduled. I will give out all the gold belts in this lottery."
Link pointed to the several gold belts on his body.
These gold belts were of little use to him. Giving them away to boxing enthusiasts in a lottery would be more meaningful and could also increase his influence in the boxing world.
After dealing with the media reporters, Link came to the audience area, greeted acquaintances, thanked everyone for coming to support him, and took photos with the fans in the front row.
The fans cheered excitedly when they saw him coming over.
After the match, Dynasty Promotion held a party at the Hilton Hotel, inviting boxing colleagues, senior media and publishing executives, and celebrities from the entertainment industry.
"Hey, Link, today's match was fantastic. I dare say that even Tyson in his prime wouldn't be stronger than you."
Governor Schwarzenegger, dressed in a neat suit and combed back hair, came over to greet him.
Link smiled gently and bumped fists with Schwarzenegger. During the match today, the other party was also sitting in the front row of the audience and even claimed to be Link's fan in an interview.
"Hey, I think I heard someone talking about me."
A bald, muscular man with a tiger tattooed on his face squeezed out of the crowd.
It was Tyson.
"Yes, Mike, we are all your fans."
Link smiled.
"Hey, three tough guys, can we take a photo together?"
The deputy editor-in-chief of the Los Angeles Times News Department took out a camera and said, "A photo of the three of you would be very collectible."
Link looked at Schwarzenegger and Tyson, and both nodded, willing to take a photo.
Schwarzenegger and Tyson were representatives of tough guys in the 80s and 90s, synonymous with strength and power, while Link was a new generation of tough guys and one of the ceilings of human combat power.
When taking the photo, Schwarzenegger stood on the left, Tyson stood on the right with his fists clenched, and Link was in the C position. All three were wearing suits.
Click!
A photo representing the ceiling of human combat power was born.
"Link, have you received the script for The Expendables?"
After the editor-in-chief named Katz left, Schwarzenegger asked.
"Yes, my agent told me about it."
"Well, a while ago, Stallone said he was going to find some top action stars to collaborate on an action movie. I think this is a great idea and mentioned you to him. Your appearance and temperament are very suitable for action scenes, and he also thinks you're good. If you're interested, I'll ask Stallone out next time, and we can talk about it together."
Schwarzenegger said.
"Sounds cool, I'd love to work with you guys."
Link nodded.
"Okay, it's settled then."
Schwarzenegger clinked champagne glasses with him, said he had something to do, and left early.
After seeing Schwarzenegger off, Link heard Tyson next to him complain, "This guy is getting more and more boring. It seems like everyone in politics is like this."
"Arnold wants to be the next President Reagan."
"He's the Terminator. I don't think that's a good idea."
Tyson grinned.
Link smiled gently. Letting the Terminator be the President of the United States did seem a bit sci-fi.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about here?"
De La Hoya, Hopkins, and James Toney came over.
"We took a photo with Mr. Schwarzenegger for a collaboration. Editor-in-chief Katz is planning to name it 'The Tough Guys Alliance.' What do you think?"
Link joked.
"Really? You should have invited us. We are all tough guys."
De La Hoya waved his fist and introduced James Toney.
Link had met Hopkins twice, but this was his first time meeting James Toney.
This guy had a black head, black face, and a big belly, like a black version of the Maitreya Buddha. He was a bit overweight, but he was very strong in boxing and had won boxing titles in five weight classes.
Including IBF middleweight champion, IBF super middleweight champion, WBU light heavyweight champion, IBF-IBO cruiserweight champion, and WBA heavyweight champion.
In the early stages of his professional career, he had maintained a 46-game undefeated record.
He was also a pretty tough guy.
But he was also a trash talker. He was one of the people who called Link a "loudmouth."
Link had also mentioned him during his amateur competitions. After meeting, they shook hands and let bygones be bygones.
"Link, we've been discussing what your first-round tactic was, but we haven't reached a consensus. Now that the match is over, can you explain your tactic?"
De La Hoya asked, shaking his wine glass.
"Tactic?"
Link had heard this question more than once after the match. He shrugged, "Unfortunately, there was no tactic in this match. Andre is a very good boxer. His technique is very comprehensive and on par with mine. So in the first round, we were both actively attacking, trying to find each other's flaws, but unfortunately, we didn't find any."
"In the second round, Andre's style became conservative, trying to fight a war of attrition with me. I'm not good at this style, and I didn't want to be disrupted by him, so I went all out and attacked him fiercely. Finally, with a slight advantage, I broke through his defense, causing his first knockdown, then the second, and then won the match. That's it, no tactics."
"Just like that?"
"Don't lie to us, there must be a tactic."
"In the first round, you deliberately pretended to be out of shape to lure Andre to attack. Isn't that a tactic?"
Tyson and the others expressed their opinions.
Hearing their discussion, Link smiled and said, "I drank a little yesterday and felt a little dizzy when I woke up, which led to my poor performance in the first round. I only gradually recovered after finishing the first round. It wasn't intentional."
"What??"
Hearing his explanation, Tyson, De La Hoya, Hopkins, and the others widened their eyes and looked at each other.
Drunk?
Not sober?
So being out of shape was real, not some brilliant tactic?
Everyone guessed wrong?!
"Excuse me."
Link saw Frank beckoning and said to the others before walking to the other side.
"Is this guy telling the truth? Did we all see it wrong?"
Hopkins asked, frowning.
"Don't jump to conclusions too early. Link is a very cunning guy. Except for Tyson, the rest of us will become his opponents in the future. What he said may not be the truth."
James Toney said.
De La Hoya nodded, agreeing with James' words.
He had heard from Morales that Link was a very disciplined person who never went to nightclubs and hardly ever touched alcohol. How could such a person drink the day before a match?
Absolutely impossible!
Then there was only one truth: he was lying.
He was worried that everyone would figure out his tactics and lose his advantage in the match, so he chose to lie.
De La Hoya shook his head helplessly. This guy Link was not only powerful and cunning, but also very cautious. Such a person was too difficult to deal with. If he wanted to defeat him, he could only focus on studying his weaknesses.
(End of Chapter)
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